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estelle-skully · 5 months

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Trolls: Band Together tkl Headcanons!

Im only doing Brozone rn because thats all I feel like but send an ask or smth to request other characters if you’d like

golly gee here we go (im going in age order ((oldest to youngest)) because organization🔥🔥)

⭐️⭐️⭐️ John Dory:

90% ler, 10% lee

definitely used to wreck his brothers before the band broke up when they were younger

Used to embarrass his brothers in public by poking their sides or something and found it hilarious

the rest of Brozone definitely all ganged up on him for revenge

he isnt really a lee but doesn’t hate being tickled

still ticklish af though 💀

worst spot is his ribs

whenever one of his siblings starts a tickle fight, he usually wins

Always tells Poppy all of Branch’s worst tickle spots

He would sometimes tickle his brothers before a show to get them energized/in a good mood. Especially Clay, since he was supposed to have a silly attitude

(the following hcs are yanked from isitwp)❤️

- will purposely always pin his lees down, no matter who or what, he will always pin them down, even if it’s at the beginning, middle or end, somewhat he will pin them. (But sometimes he likes watching their limbs flail in desperate attempts to escape)

- when branch was younger, he would 100% hold him upside down and tickle his stomach as branch went crazy, desperately trying to get away.

- was known by his brothers as the “big tickle monster” considering he was the oldest, he was more stronger and he would chase them around the house and would not stop until he eventually got atleast one of them or until he just got tired.

- JD will in fact blow raspberries and to just make it worse, he would shake his head while blowing one to make it EVEN worse.

- definitely goes “nom nom nom!” When blowing raspberries and tickling his brothers, however he only does the nom nom nom thing on his brothers, he gets embarrassed if someone else knew that.

- definitely uses his hair to give a small sneak tickle attack to the side of his lee’s then acts like he didn’t he didn’t do anything.

- this bro used to actually tickle his brothers if they weren’t in the mood to practice, feel like it would go something like this: clay- dude, I’m not in the mood! JD- yeah yeah sure okay. *tickles clay’s armpits* clay- DUHUDEHE NOHOHO!

-if in a ler mood, JD will and I repeat will aim for these spots first, stomach, sides or ribs when he first attacks.

- acts like such a dad when tickling, he will go something like: JD- just checking on you! Respect your elders you rascal!

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Bruce:

100% ler

he doesn’t exactly hate being tickled either, but when he was younger and JD would poke him to get him to laugh (he always did it when they were interacting with fans too) he would get pretty mad so now he just gets embarrassed when he’s tickled

buuuuut since he’s a dad now he probably tickles his kids a lot so he does the same to his brothers. Especially Branch, since he’s kinda still considered the baby of the family

as adults he and JD sometimes team up during tickle fights, but when they were younger they went after each other the most

death spot is his stomach/sides

sometimes when he’s tickling his brothers, he’ll tell a dad joke, and when they laugh (bc they’re being tickled, not bc of the joke) he says something like “I knew you liked dad jokes!” Or “you really thought that was funny?” And they always get pissed

doesnt wreck people often, usually he prefers to briefly tickle people to cheer them up/ surprise them or something

his laugh gets really high pitched when he’s being tickled and he hates it

as an adult, any time JD tries to poke him he INSTANTLY gets revenge and wrecks him no matter where he is

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Clay:

70% ler, 30% lee

ALWAYS the one to start tickle fights

loves to sneak up on his brothers and surprise them with a tickle attack

sometimes will intentionally bother his brothers just to get them to tickle him. Would never admit that was his intention though

after the band was reunited and stuff, he tickles Branch all the time since Branch gets annoyed so easily now and he wants to cheer him up

has a really squeaky laugh when he’s tickled

he gets surprised easily so whenever someone tickles him he fucking screams

Clay is literally the kind if dude to lie and say he isn’t ticklish when in reality he is

His underarms are his worst spot but his ears are pretty sensitive too

such an evil ler and always knows exactly what teases will fluster his lee the most

when someone tickles him he says every swear word (minus slurs of course 💀) like it’s insane

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOU HAHAHAH GOHOD D-DAMN BIHIHIHIHITCH AHAHAHAHA-“

he never means any if it though dw

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Floyd:

40% ler, 60% lee

Floyd is the kind of dude to shyly ask his brothers to tickle him

SUCH a fucking sweetheart as both a lee and a ler

has a habit of hugging himself or his ler when he’s being tickled, but if he’s pinned then he’ll stim in some way, maybe by kicking his legs or something. He does this because he doesn’t want to fight the tickles but its hard to stay still

He would always team up with Branch when they were younger during tickle fights so that Bitty B wouldn’t be all alone/overwhelmed

LOVES soft/cuddly tickles

feathers make him WEAK (he’s hella feather ticklish)

has literally the sweetest sounding laugh

his back/shoulders/neck are his worst spots but he’s super ticklish everywhere else

when he’s the ler, he always gives raspberries

Don’t let his adorable appearance fool you, though- he can and will fucking wreck people. He just doesn’t do it often

best at giving cheer up tickles

loves to compliment people while he tickles them

(more stolen from isitwp because rawr)

has moments where he checks if the lee is fine before going back to mercilessly tickle them.

- 100% gave branch cheer up tickles and still does, YOU WILL NEVER CONVINCE ME HE DOES NOT.

- definitely tickled branch most when they were kids, he also tickled his older brothers to save branch from their tickles.

- gave branch the tickle of his lifetime after they returned, he would tease him like: Floyd- sorry branchie, gotta tickle you for all the years I’ve missed!

- calls branch “branchie” to tease him during tickling which branch HATES.

- pulls Lee into his lap so he can nibble on their neck, most likely going “nom nom nom!” Just like JD.

- like JD, he also used to hold branch upside down and tickle him.

- yells “here comes the spiders!” And begins spidering all over his lee just to hear them scream HEIWNWHDIDJS.

- just the look in his eyes before he tickles the lee is already enough to make the lee giggle, HE AHS SUCH A DEVIOUS LOOK.

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Branch:

50% ler, 50% lee

Super duper shy about tickles though

whenever he’s in a ler mood, he usually goes after Poppy because he’s used to it (started tickling her more often when they started dating bc he knew that she was comfortable with it and also bc he knows that she’ll most likely get him back and he loves it). Doesn’t even know why he’s so nervous to tickle people, especially his brothers because they tickle each other all the time

when it comes to being tickled though…

Branch is easily the most ticklish out of all his brothers 😭

He would literally rather eat a spider than ask for tickles because it’s so embarrassing to him

he loves it when his brothers tickle him without him having to ask

at this point Poppy knows that he secretly loves tickles, and since he would never ask, she asks him if he wants to be tickled

he usually replies with a shy little nod

always covers his face to hide his goofy giddy smile when he’s being tickled

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YIPPEE THATS IT!

hopefully you enjoyed, again feel free to request headcanons for a specific character(s)/scenario 💜💜

also i highly encourage other tkl enjoyers in the trolls fandom to post headcanons please 😭 ive seen like no others so i had to provide for myself

#sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tword community #tword content #Trolls tickle #trolls band together tickle #trolls tickle headcanons #Lee!branch #Lee!floyd #Lee!john dory #Lee!clay #lee!bruce

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alixlives · 1 year

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30 and/or 88 with CC crimeboys :)

im ngl i panicked when seeing this cause i didnt remember what list but i figured it out

88. "Oh my God. You're a literal child."

this prompt is from months ago LMFAO sorryy😭

mmmmmcrimeboystkfight

CC switch!wilbur (he/him) CC switch!tommy (he/him)

i love crimeboys they r so very dear to me <33

this escalated. ficlet? fic? this is long. oops😊

Wilbur was annoyed, to say the least. Well he pretended he was. Tommy was making the stupidest jokes Wilbur had ever heard, because he, in Tommy’s words, needed to “lighten up a bit.” In Tommy’s defense, he had not seen Wilbur smile or heard him laugh in days. So now they’re here, Tommy trying everything to get Wilbur to atleast smile.

“Tommy, your jokes are so unfunny, it is not going to work. I won’t break just because you think I need to ‘lighten up.’” Wilbur spoke flatly, but Tommy didn’t stop. Nothing was wrong with Wilbur, he wasn’t sad or upset about anything, he just had really nothing to be smiling about at the moment.

Tommy’s jokes were so stupid, to the point Wilbur was struggling not to crack a smile. The jokes weren’t funny, they were stupid. So stupidly unfunny that it made them funny.

“Come on, man! Just laugh! Smile, even! I’ll take a small smile! Just—“ Tommy brought his thumbs to Wilbur’s face, forcing him to smile. Wilbur pushed him off, now a genuine smile on his face. He groaned out of defeat, but he figured Tommy would stop now. “Now we’re getting somewhere!”

Tommy stopped to think, and through this Wilbur zoned out entirely. Then Tommy thought of something, letting out a small gasp at the idea.

“I got it!” Tommy exclaimed before tasering Wilbur’s sides, eliciting a shriek from the brunette as a wobbly, panicked smile appeared on his face. Tommy poked around Wilbur’s sides, ribs, stomach, and his back. Wilbur giggled softly, pushing Tommy away.

“Oh my God. You’re a literal child.” The older of the two snickered, very quickly poking Tommy’s stomach in retaliation. The blonde curled in on himself immediately, giggling and kicking Wilbur to get him away.

“Did you just kick me? Oh you are so in for ihihit- Hehehey! TOHOMMY!” Wilbur squealed, falling backwards and trying to push Tommy’s hands away as the blonde pinched up and down Wilbur’s ribs. The brunette screamed, thrashing to get Tommy off.

“Fight me, bitch!” Tommy most definitely regretted his words, because immediately after he said them, Wilbur turned the tables. He pinned Tommy down, scribbling and pinching around the teen’s stomach.

“WIHIHILBUHUR!” Tommy tried to push Wilbur away, but he failed.

“Tommy!” Wilbur mimicked him, leaning down to blown a raspberry on Tommy’s neck. “You told me to fight you, did you not? I’m fighting back! You did this to yourself, mate.”

Tommy’s shrieky laughter now mixed with giggles as Wilbur targetted his neck alongside his stomach. “FuhUHUCK OHOhoff!”

Tommy pushed Wilbur away, but the man was quick to react and quickly held Tommy in a hug to trap him. Wilbur reached a hand down, scribbling at the backs of Tommy’s knees, trying to tickle anywhere to weaken him.

Tommy kicked his legs out, struggling in Wilbur’s hold to turn around. He managed, and immediately poked and scribbled at the taller’s stomach as much as he could. Wilbur squealed as he let go, Tommy now having better access.

The two went back and forth, trying to keep the upper hand, however they just kept fighting back until they both were too tired. Their hair was a mess from rolling and squirming around on the floor, both flushed bright red with the widest smiles on their faces.

Well, Tommy got what he wanted; For his older brother to smile.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz ficlets #strangleetomz fics #ler!wilbur #lee!wilbur #ler!tommy #lee!tommy #switch!wilbur #switch!tommy #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle

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megumi-fm · 10 months

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14/100 days of productivity

from an academic standpoint I only did my duolingo today. but from a personal learning standpoint, today was an explosion. I volunteered for an event- signed up super last minute last night and didn't sleep early enough but I still managed to wake up early and reached the venue by 6am.

I had to interact a lot of new people (most of them atleast double my age) My activities ranged from arranging flower baskets to distributing brochures to cutting vegetables (I'll have you know I've become somewhat of an expert in cutting capsicum, I diced around 30 of them or so at a go xD). My work went on till the evening and I did a lot of climbing steps and sitting cross legged and I'm really starting to feel old (which is embarrassing because I'm at the peak of my youth akdhdhssk) but yeah. everyone was loving and cheerful and kind and I just felt... at home, you know? I feel like I've been unanimously adopted by this group of adults and I know them for a day but I love them already. I hope to volunteer for more events in the future.

anyways so by the time I got home I was worn out but I was still feeling refreshed from the event so I volunteered to cook dinner as well and once that was done... yeah... the fatigue finally caught up to me.

hope your weekend has been wonderful besties <3

#im so tired im gonna pass out any time soon if i havent replied or seen notifs its cause im drowsy asf #I'll be a saner man tomorrow morning besties #100dop #100 dop #100 days of self discipline #100 days of studying #100 days of productivity #100days of productivity #study inspo #studyspo #study motivation #studyblr #study blog #langblr #accountability #digital journaling #2023dop

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featherfur · 3 years

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I love making important painful moments in stories modern but like completely dramatic and stupid.

Like TGCF, Mu Qing gets Hua Cheng kicked out of a bar for being too young because he knows the new bartenders are hard asses and doesn’t want him to get the cops called, Xie Lian doesn’t drink but gets upset because Mu Qing is being snarky and haven’t they been sneaking into bars since they were younger then Hua Cheng to have fun and let Feng Xin drink? He tells Mu Qing to piss off so Mu Qing storms off and leaves Xie Lian alone with Feng Xin but Feng Xin has to go help his Ex wait for an Uber because waiting in a parking lot with drunk idiots doesn’t end well sometimes. So Xie Lian gets stuck with the only person he knows, Pei Ming. Who is Pei Ming. And now Xie Lian’s drinking because fuck it and he’s forgotten that Feng Xin is literally just outside and that Mu Qing is probably with him and starts getting upset about being abandoned to have to listen to Pei Ming’s weird ass ‘conquest’ stories.

Hua Cheng sneaks back in and finds Xie Lian drunk and whining while the two drunk dial Ling Wen who, graciously, transfers the call to Shi Qingxuan who thinks this is hilarious. Finally seeing Hua Cheng, Xie Lian latches onto him to cry that he’s been abandoned and left to suffer with Pei Ming of all people (“Thats fair” Pei Ming drunkenly says, trying to convince Shi Qingxuan to pass the phone to his brother) and that no one loves him. Hua Cheng realizes he’s drunk as all fuck and gets him out of there.

Feng Xin finally returns and it’s literally been only like 30-45 minutes but now Xie Lian is MISSING and he calls Mu Qing up only to find out that Mu Qing was waiting in the car for Xie Lian and him and they spend the next four hours trying to find their best friend only to finally get a text from He Xuan, Hua Cheng’s roommate, with a photo of a passed out Xie Lian and ‘I think I have something of yours?? He was not here when I went to sleep’

They barge into Hua Cheng’s apartment shouting, it’s fucking 4am, Xie Lian is now sober but he’s still upset he got abandoned with Pei Ming and Hua Cheng is 100% on his side and all he’ll say in response to anything they say is “Pei Ming” which, yeah. Xie Lian gets it out of them that neither had actually left because Feng Xin is just shouting “Fucking hell if I knew helping Jian Lan would be such a fucking problem I would have just had Mu Qing drive her home since he was just fucking partying by himself in the car.”

Mu Qing objects to that because was certainly sitting like an emo who just ran away from his parents and listening to fall out boy not partying but it doesn’t matter because Xie Lian is tired and Xie Lian now feels bad. Hua Cheng insists he shouldn’t feel bad, He Xuan says they all feel bad for not actually letting Pei Ming drunk dial Shi Wudu.

Somehow this all ends up with the Xianle trio passes out on the floor of Hua Cheng’s apartment like cats cuddling and Hua Cheng is only okay with it because somewhere in the middle Mu Qing went “I know you’re pissed I left but hey atleast you finally confesses to Hua Cheng”

Which Xie Lian did not but now he has too and Mu Qing and Feng Xin have more bruises then usually. Hua Cheng decides Feng Xin and Mu Qing aren’t so bad.

He changes his mind immediately in the morning when he wakes up to them yelling at Xie Lian for trying to cook. (He Xuan on the other hand now loves these guys because they just saved his life)

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hualian #Hua Cheng #san lang #xie lian #feng xin #mu qing #is this ANYWHERE NEAR AS PAINFUL as the truth? no #it’s it funny and overly dramatic? yes #is that what I’m here for? also yes #funnily enough I like to torture Jiang Cheng forever for my own amusement but the xianle trio should cuddle #also dor the record I do enjoy Pei Ming from a reader perspective if only because he somehow managed to be the only one with like #actual morals and principals and he’s an amusing guy but also like… Pei Ming

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calamitycailynn · 2 years

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got a little something special for yall today- a revamp of a poem I posted a while ago. I've been tinkering with it for a while cause I originally wrote it when I was still in highschool. I hope you all enjoy!

Eating disorders are funny that way 2.0

I remember when I was a kid I use to long to look like all the beautiful mannequins my mother and I would walk past while we spent weekends scouring the mall

I wanted to be perfect like all the models I saw in the magazines, while my sister got their hair cut with the pretty bodies and pretty faces

I wanted to be strong too, strong like my mother, a woman who could tote around 3 kids like it was nothing, who could hoist 50 pound bags into the air like they were weightless

I remember when I was a kid I wanted to feel beautiful and feel perfect and feel strong, and I remember how it all actually turned out

I was 12 years old, I had just started puberty and it's wasnt going very well, I was underweight and anemic and short and my body was betraying the image I had for it, the image of those perfect models and beautiful mannequins and my strong mom the world as I knew it was ending for me, atleast that's what I thought.

the thing about being little as a kid, and I mean really little, I mean weighing 85 pounds on a good day, I mean being 4 foot 8 for 5 years, I mean your friends measuring the length around your wrist with their fingers , when your that kind of little everyone tells you gaining weight will fix everything,

like once you do you will suddenly sprout into womanhood and be who you're meant to be. like an extra cheeseburger at dinner will change your life, and when your that kind of little you tend to believe them, you'll do anything for it to be true, you'll force yourself to gain weight and forced yourself to over eat, force yourself to keep going even when you were full no matter what it did to you in the process

I was 14 and starting highschool, I was still short but i atleast had boobs and hourglass figure and I wasn't so thin, the day i broke 100 pounds everyone was treating it like a miracle, treated me like I was finally someone worth looking at, finally someone worthy of attention and so I didnt stop eating, because look how far it had gotten me in just 2 years, look at how everyone took notice, at how everyone finally started loving me, at how I was finally not the weird girl, the thin girl, the ugly girl

I am 17, I hate my body. isnt that funny,I went from being over the moon to drowning in its currents, that's what happens when you start equating a big meal with being loved, you keep growing even when you don't want to, keep getting bigger when your were prefect 30 pounds ago, thats the thing no one seems to tell you about how bodies work, is that having a big butt and big chest is great but that it means your bound to be bigger in other places too.

I am 17 and I hate my body, i hate the weight I've put on but my entire life food has been the one thing that was always there, an ever present comfort, food has been my best friend for years, it has given me everything I wanted but now it is taking it all away again. but nobody even notices because to them i looked fine, but to me, to me all i can remember is the models from the magazines at the hair salon and the mannequins from the stores at the mall and my mom and her amazing muscles and when i look in the mirror all i see is me

when your 12 and 85 pounds having a big appetite is funny, but when you 17 and 145 your appetite is no longer the topic of conversation,

when your 12 and everything you wear hangs off of you, you just buy smaller sizes, but when your 17 and busting out of shorts that fit you last month it doesn't matter, cause you didn't like them any way

when your 12 and underweight your mother worries herself sick but when your 17 and barely holding on to your self image you aren't allowed to talk about how unhappy you are in your body, because some must have it worse, someone must weigh more, as if the number on the scale was even the problem to begin with

as if the depression and anxiety wasn't the bigger picture, as if being a teenager in this world wasn't the bigger picture, as if the eating disorder no one seemed to notice wasn't the bigger picture

eating disorders are funny that way, it's not always not eating or purging when you do. sometimes it's never stopping, sometimes its needing food when your bored and when your tired and when your sad and when you anything. sometimes its eating all day long but hating yourself for it.

sometimes it's waiting as long as possible because you know that once you start you will not stop, because when you grow up being told to gain weight and being told it is the only thing that will make your pretty you grow to rely on food for everything. to eat past your limit because it will make you beatiful. to have bigger meals than necessary because it will make you perfect, to always have something to snack on because it will make you stronger

you grow to need food because it was the only reliable thing you had up until it started stabbing you in the back, you grow to eat without even realizing. eating disorders are funny that way, sometimes only you realize you have one but you cant stop because in your head you are still that weird thin ugly 12 year old and maybe eating can solve some more of your problems

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iamtheempress · 3 years

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Lets Talk

She nursed a nice bruise on her face in the bathroom, one that bloomed from her cheek to the top of her brow, extending a green fingertip to her cheek to heal it slowly, hopefully bringing back some natural skin tone to her cheek again.

A normal practice for treating her wounds all her life, all while keeping herself awake and conscious with an energy drink that was half empty and the ever present feeling of anticipation. The source of anticipation lingering on that phone beside her, a burner phone she bought at the beginning of the day.

Chiaki's eyes flickered to her burner phone right next to her, waiting for a reply from a face shed only met during a fight earlier that morning with her father.

Heroes against Villains, that old fight that will seemingly never ever cease, she cant remember why the incident happened but she just knew that she and her father were first responders along with a handful of other heroes.

She inspects the faded mark on her face and closes the door to the bathroom, quietly as to not wake her mother who had tried to quell her worried eldest daughter, Aoi had retired to bed about an hour ago… the media had picked up on the travesty of a fight that happened earlier that day. Causing a nasty uproar from civilians and the media alike.

It was everywhere, newspapers, radio stations, the internet and she can hear the newscaster announce it clearly. "Pro Hero Witch is in the Literal Hot Seat today, is she someone we need to keep an eye on? Her power was in full effect keeping a fifteen-story building from crushing her and her battered teammate, FullCharge. Who had beaten the negligent heroin enough to make her heal him, after she did this the building she was supporting fell upon her and 5 other civilian lives, after letting the villain come to know as Dabi escape-'' she turned off the tv sick and tired of hearing of how useless she’s been, the ensuing argument she had with her family left scars on her psyche she wouldn't bat an eyelash at, she couldn't care about her reputation when she let people die on her watch.

Useless. Lazy. A joke.

She let those 5 civilians die so callously, she didn't know them and yet she doesn't feel as bad, atleast not right now. Casualties are a norm for heros, right?

The icing on the cake was to hear the media call her that word negatively again.

Witch…

A name she used to take her power back from a horrible nickname in her childhood. Now once again weighing on her like chains to the floor.

She walked to bed holding the phone and lamenting, falling to her bed with a resounding flop.. It's her fault.. she let Dabi go, and everyone saw it.

She let everyone down and even had her phone blown up by her friends. She turned her attention to the group chat and took a peek from behind the iron curtain of guilt. Bakugou's name was the first to catch her eye.

Bakugou: Chili. Hey dumbass answer us! We have been trying to call you all day and you leave us on read. Answer us goddammit! We don't want to confront you ourselves and see what your deal is but we will if you don't answer us for the rest of the night.

Midoriya: We will give you another 30 and we're coming over, we promise we're not going to gang up on you, Chili…That wouldn't be right.

Chiaki: How can i trust that, you all saw my situation, no one did a damn thing to help me, i get im also the healer but that includes people defending me in order to heal at a distance or else I HAVE THE TARGET on me. I cant face any of you.

Bakugou, Izuku, Shouto and more are typing…

She wept rubbing her eyes with her sleeve and making her tear up. Out of everyone… she assumed someone would understand but they all seemed to give her the same look, it made her heart stop. Once again she's the bad guy in a situation she lost control over. With guilt in her heart, she recalled the last moments before he got away.

Dabi got her father off of her. No hesitation, blasted him clean off of her with enough force it could have singed her head to toe, but he didn’t. She went to get up and saw her father immolated in blue flames as she turned to see the same man she was sent to apprehend was standing fixed about 10 feet from her, his eyes trained solid on her. She looks up at the buildinh started to grown from the integrity being lost from the fight, it began to collapse down on them until she suspended it above the both of them, mere feet from his head; they stared at one another like deer in headlights. A sinister smirk spread across his features before disappearing from her view, in the kick up of dirt and rubble,

Chiaki couldn’t bring herself to apprehend him.

Why..? Did he see the desperation in her eyes or the fact that she barely had a leg to stand on when her own father took her down a size, when he saw insubordination over saving herself and not her father who was completely fine? Or was there another ulterior motive to keeping her alive?

Upon trying to close her eyes, and hopefully forget about this whole day.

The burner phone buzzed to life.

The screen could have been the brightest thing in the room, a beacon in the night beckoning her. Distant thunder rumbled to indicate the dire decision she's made, as well as a storm that was approaching.

Her heart stopped, she lifted the phone slightly and slid her thumb over the screen. To see the text message from an unavailable number.

“How is that eye feeling, Witch?”

The text read, her fingers flew across the keyboard.

“It’s been better, I fixed it up. Is this really Dabi?” upon sending the message the text came up as read. Is she really thinking of doing this… he messaged her back quickly. “Maybe I am, I have seen the news today and that shot of you and I standing before the building collapsed on us was cinematic so I have to give you props for that. I’m guessing the reason you wanted to speak to me was not make pleasantries and talk about our days.”

“You want to join the League.”

There it is. The question that lain heavily upon her mind. Shed never considered it as much as she has recently. The ridicule of her graduating class, her power seen as something not all heroes should use for good. She proved time and time again how she is not something to worry about.. But here she was.. Being abused and taken advantage of by the people she cared for.

“Yes. I do.” She sent it with no hesitation and sat up in her bed looking down upon the phone, he made quick work of messaging her back, again.

“We havent recruited anyone worth our time in a while. From what I saw recently as well as today. We were considering reaching out to you..but this works much better. Meet tonight?” Her golden eyes widened and her mouth popped open out of sheer shock. “Around what time? Ill be there” She stands up, with a loud crack of lightning the rain poured outside, she cursed and saw a location pop up on her phone.

An old and run down apartment complex outside of city limits. “Now. Get going. Text me when you're close.” Chiaki sprung out of bed without a second thought. Redressing herself in simple attire, something to not be seen on the streets so easily especially at night. Black leggings, worn in combat boots her mother gave her, a large black hoodie and that burner phone.

While tying her hair up in a bun she saw her phone, the one with her best friends messaging her… and Midoriya’s name front and center..

Izuku: “Hey, cmon, Chili. We know you’re there.. We saw what happened and we want to know if your alright…We can see you reading our messages”

Izuku: What happened with your dad wasn't right but something doesn't add up from that fight, Chili.”

Bakugou: “It makes just as little sense to me too dumbass! Why did he spare you and go for FullCharge.”

Bakugou: “You better not have done something youll regret dumbass we cant lose you!”

Kiri: “I already have Shouto were on our way to talk to you, Spooky, were not mad..”

Her heart stopped in her throat as she started typing to them. She could see them all stop typing in unison.

“Theres nothing to talk about. You all have made up your mind about me..i can see it. I sound like im just a problem to all of you. Consider me gone.” Chiaki tossed her old phone to the bed and scrawled a note.

“I loved you all.. I'm sorry I'm not who you wanted me to be.”

With one message her phone began to blow up. Without looking back, she was gone. Hopping from her window to the road below with a splash into a puddle and starting her jog, leaving the only home she's known her whole damn life, as well as leaving her hero life behind her.

About a solid 30 minutes later she noticed she saw the buildings become more and more dilapidated marked with graffiti as sirens shrieked down streets and seedy characters crept behind alleyways, the city limits were within a mile away, and so was the old apartment building.

Impatient and eager to meet him face to face, she messaged him.. "About a block or two away." she pulled her hood up as she exited a mini markets awning that was closed, rain started to shower down upon her, her light hair hidden beneath the oversized hood, the old marquis sign coming into sight.

The phone vibrated in her pocket, Chiaki pulled it out and the words shone bright across her face. “You better not be some spy.. I won’t be too happy. So in your best interest, i'd be 100% transparent with me.” She texts back quickly. “I am an open book and got little to hide.”

The text was read and the old marquis was above her, “No turning back now… the guys will be looking for me in no time.” She said to herself and entered the lobby of the closed apartment building, through the heavy wooden doors. It looked like it used to be grand but now it was so in disrepair that the wallpaper was torn back from walls and holes were created from years of neglect.

Chiaki pulled her hood back and looked around, listening to the silence of the apartment, she took a breath and emanated a glow from her hands, her fingers and thumb lit up like bright green glow sticks.

From behind a darkened figure glided his scarred palm across the tattered wall approaching her slowly, he speaks up, cutting the silence and startling her. "Ah..There you are, you certainly didn't waste your time, Witch" she gasped and whipped around to see him, Dabi. She let out a nervous laugh and took a step forward, if she were not in this situation she wouldn't hesitate to take him down but this instance she felt on equal ground to him so she felt no threat.

"I don’t dodge opportunities, especially ones like this, I would have contacted someone sooner but I wanted a reason to do this.. And you seemed like someone I wanted to contact first hand." Dabi approaches her until he is within mere feet of Chiaki, his feet shuffling with each stride, he's easily taller than her by more than a couple inches, being 5”2’ is sometimes a hindrance.

He blows air out of his nose with a laugh. “You were in luck then.. I had my eye on you for a while and finding intel for you was far more complicated than we expected. Chiaki Nakamura is it?” one hand stuffed into his pants pocket and the other out to gesture towards her, his scarred hand fanned out, talking with his hands was natural for him to do it seems. His cyan blue eyes raking down her front and back to her eyes. Unblinking and just as dark and spellbinding as before, all the while being intensely overwhelming in every aspect physical. Chiaki’s heart bounced in her chest to her throat.

His head lulls to the side.

"Thats my name..�� The young pro speaks softly, Dabi noticed the apprehension in her voice,"Oh are you nervous little Witch..?" he didn't need her scurrying off or anything so he took to sauntering slowly around her, sizing her up like a hungry shark. She didn’t speak but caught his eyes through his black hair that curtained his eyes. “Just a bit but if i were any more scared i wouldn’t be here..” He looked upon her glowing green hands, it made her mildly conscious of the fact that they were shaking.

“Then my reputation precedes me even to fresh faces like you.” He says with a hoarse chuckle, he backs up with his arms spread open, she catches a glimpse of his long scarred arms, they flopped back down to his sides, She laughs gently in turn, her eyes fixed on his face, being this close she could see the gold sheen to the staples on his mouth and under his eyes.

“If that nervous behavior is because you’re scared and having second thoughts about this.. And want to go back to playing around as a hero, i won't hesitate to fry you where you stand, but i'm hoping you're using that common sense of yours so i don't have to.” She listens intently, unwavering and dimming her hands back down, as to not allow her quirk to radiate outside the building.. Dabi’s mouth doesn’t even move beyond a normal straight line but his eyes say everything: He doesn’t see her as a stranger.. Despite this being their first time meeting amicably.

“rest assured i won’t hurt you, from what I have seen already we need someone with a quirk like yours around, but when it comes to me bringing you back to the bar.. They won’t allow you in unless I check you for a wire, lift your arms.” He instructs and she lifts her arms just enough for him.

His hands starting to traverse her arms and waist make her face swell with heat, a much more embarrassing position to be in… He was thorough and rough with the patdown, his face remained the same unchanging and stoic, her eyes trained on his face and the rough scars that covered the bottom portion of his face to the part directly under his tear ducts. Besides that he doesn't look bad.. The scars only add that intense look to him, the reason why people were scared of his looks.

“I wanted to know something..” She caught his attention with a low hum, his brow raising and his lips curling upward. “What was the deal with you getting my father off of me..why didnt you attack me.” His hands finished patting down her body and he tuts her pulling the burner phone from her pocket.

“You see.. That moment was televised and the moments leading up were not, and if they were, they didn't televise your abuse period or the reason behind it. It was pretty tragic, I heard your father's harsh words.. even more brutal pounding id say, he blocked all of your defences, your little friends didn't come for your rescue, they stood around." She stood stock still listening to him,

"Our Pro Hero lil Witch being ‘saved’ by me when i had enough of seeing someone who is more useful then her partners let on, being beaten to a pulp, and then when things seemed to be working in your favor and the fabled heroes would have gotten me, you in turn...stopped an entire highrise building from squishing me to death.” He leans forward and drops his voice an octave, dipping into a form of seductive and joking.

“Kinda humiliating isn’t it? Being saved by a well known villain isn't really what the public wants to see.." he shrugs and steps back looks down at his palm, his long fingers moving around trying to catch her attention like he could light a flame at any moment, with the other hand in his pocket. "I saw someone who needed help in more ways than one.” Her eyes widened as he stuffed the phone into his pocket “I saw someone who I had my eye on for a while being beaten for not doing something as useful as aiding her teammate… and for her own safety right?” He questions as he leans back against the wall adjacent to her.

“Yeah.. that's right.. How do you know all that? I mean like, not alot of people know that about my quirk, i cant heal at a distance and provide backup unless i have backup...” He snaps his fingers and points at her. “Exactly my point. Your dear old dad didn't take his much more volatile daughter into account and only used you as a support to him, fueling his ego and making you look bad to the rest of the world.” his demeanor was so foreign to her, he spoke so eloquently and with conviction, a sadistic and perverse form of understanding that drew her in like a super magnet.

She stood blanched, thunderstruck by how he's describing the situation to her, It's like he's in her head reading every emotion as plain on her face. “Yes. He never took me seriously… as a hero.. No one really ever did.” Dabi's eyes softened as their eyes remained locked in a stare of...mutual understanding on his part… she knew little of his past or who he was, but the weight of not being good enough or a lost cause caused his fists to clench.. he not dare ask anything personal yet.. he has a job to do and earn her trust and read her and her situation like a book. Foreshadowing the type of person she was made to be over years of unfair treatment and situations outside of their control.

“Getting closer.. Go on, Witch.” She swallowed air and kept spilling her guts.. “I use my quirk to even help anyone or… do something for the good of others and its never highlighted in the slightest, no job well done or whatever. No sort of fanfare or recognition, i come home and.. get judged and told I'm not as good as… as him, from him.” SHe clasps her hands together and opens them up again, Dabi’s eyes watching the little light show from her fingertips and then fade away again. The more his eyes looked to her hands the more he wanted to see the beautiful little auras again, it was then Dabi realized her quirk is easy to be triggered, or atleast constantly active. “But when… i do one thing thats out of character for a… normal pro hero… all eyes are on you..and I was treated like a...pariah”

Dabi nods his head and his smooth voice lulled her ears “Understand now? They only want you when you're useful to them, you're treated as backup, but in the right hands you could be so much more..” Her head hung low, like she just discovered it, that despite her power and the fact shes equally as dangerous maybe even more so she's treated as lesser than everyone else.

Dabi mentally kicked himself, making such a pretty face sulk and look dour, he couldn't just stand there and allow her to beat herself up over how others treat her. Dabi took a step forward to her and found himself raising his hand to her chin and made her look right up at him, her chin betwixt the pads of his forefinger and thumb. “Come on now… don't be so down on yourself, they might see you as only an asset and a tool to use and expand upon themselves, as nothing more then a battery that never quits, but with us, you can reach a version of yourself you have never seen before.. And we can help you with that. We will make sure you surpass your expectations'' She caught herself staring.

Eyes glazed over in tears that threatened to fall, and with a blink they were gone. “Excuse my ignorance but… you're serious like you can do that?” She asked with trepidation and abit of excitement that she had to cage off to not seem too eager.

“It's not a promise, Nakamura. Its a fact that is going to be a reality. Now..” He turned on his heel and gave them some distance in the lobby, he was almost shrouded in darkness. “Give me a demonstration on what you can do.” He instructs.

Chiaki blinks and becomes blanched. A demonstration. In here? She clasps her hands together and pulls them apart that green glow emanating from her hands to her elbows, pretty gold and green eyes enveloped in pure green with irises, her hands splayed out fingers slowly dancing and expanding outward, like licks of fire.

“Brace yourself.” She curled in her fingers to drain the energy from surrounding lights and power, making the environment for everyone else but her heavy and sluggish. Dabi had a bead of sweat roll down his face and a headache grow slowly. “And just as it was pulled away I can give it back on my own terms.” She points a manicured finger at Dabi. The headache vanishes without a trace and his energy restored , almost knocking him on his ass from the dizzying feeling of having the wind knocked into you.

The lights and the power entirely shut down for a full block and the bulbs bust outside. She holds a ball of concentrated energy in her palm and absorbs it into her skin, a content smile spreading across her delicate features and bowing forward and standing back up straight.

“Oh yeah, they're going to thank me for insisting you be our new recruit... Warn me before you use your quirk on me again, will you?” She snorts and cocks a brow up at him. “So.. do it again later and knock you on your ass?” Chiaki giggled, Dabi quizzically tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, as if he's breaking down her words in his head, he flipped his black hair from his face as chuckles amused.

“I knew I liked you for a reason, sarcastic little thing. ” she blushes and covers her mouth embarrassed. “I think it would be smart if we left.. I don't know if my friends are out looking for me or not..and honestly i would rather not face them head on yet.. And i don't want you to be hurt.” Chiaki looks back at him and blushes not realizing how worried she was for his safety, "What already thinking of me? Don't get so soft on me now, Nakamura.." Dabi chuckles and his hands return to his pockets and with a half turn he nods his head in the opposite direction of her, signalling her to follow him towards the exit of the building, he stops before the door.

"Wait..you mean those UA kids..? trust me, Nakamura.. they arent your friends.. i don't need to know what you went through today after our little scene, you know as well as i that they're already plotting against you from what you did.." his words rang true along with his velveteen voice, the tall and slender Villain seemed to know more than he let on.

Chiaki became quiet and more confident with her decision. She made this choice, and she really didn't regret a damn thing. "And that very thing you have done today, Chiaki.." he slammed his hand into the wall, anchored his hand beside her head, making her damn near jump out of her skin. Lightning cracked outside illuminating the scars that adorned his features.

The trench coat splaying open and just a bit of his shirt collar dipping down to reveal the purple scar stretches to his chest, gold tint staples fixed secure into what skin he had left to him that remained unscarred.

Her eyes wandered from his chest back to his brilliant blue eyes. "Made me realize that you were worth contacting. Trust me, Nakamura.. we will bring out the best in you, UA would have easily tainted your view on the world and how ‘justice’ is delivered; but it seems like you know the world for what it really is." he gave her cheek a pat and a pinch, his gaze remained on her and a sickly grin twisted on his features when he notices her eyes wandering to the purple skin and his pronounced collar dipping further down his chest.. His hand engulfed her chin, capturing it and making her look him in the eyes.

"Yknow, staring at people in the League will getcha in trouble or hurt, Not me though.. just don't get too used to it, anyone who stares that long at me i consider mice…but honestly i don't see you scurrying off anytime soon." He backs off when she blushes brighter and gives him a shove.

"Ah quit! Its kinda hard to not stare if you haven't noticed, Dabi." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting someone facing the heavy door, when he received a reply he put it back into his pocket, and sighed opening the heavy metal door with a creak, rain poured down into the street as he spoke up so she could hear him. "its what we ugly folk are used to i'm afraid." Chiaki merely scoffs and pulls back up the hood and opened her palm flat and above his and her head together she created a translucent green umbrella like barrier protecting them from the downpour, "Ugly is abit of a stretch, Dabi..." she mutters and follows him into the alley where the rain continued ro shower down bouncing off the barrier, a singular street lamp illuminating the barren street leaving the only city she had ever known, Dabi replayed that phrase in his head and he momentarily closed his eyes.

Its been years since he got compliments.. it was strange but not unwelcome. "Ohhhh little mouse, your gonna get along very well with me.. stick by my side and everyone will like you… eventually.. Your about to meet one of them anyway." As he said this casually as the street became a black and purple haze, a portal opened up and swirled as a literal exit from the city.. to wherever the hell she was going next.

Chiaki gasped and took an apprehensive step forward.

"Scared?" Dabi asked, with a little smirk on his lips. "Just a bit…" Dabi extended his hand for her, inviting her with him "Cmon. Trust me. Trust a burnt man with nothing to lose." He chides playfully. Chiaki accepts his invitation, his hand warm and textured with the staples.. Dabis heart skipped a beat at the contact.

Soft and small hands engulfed by his own as he guided her through the portal, stunning blue eyes never deviating from her gold and green ones.. like they were captivated by one another.. before she knew it, she was in a completely different location. She blinked and looked around, thunderstruck almost by the environment.

A bar that reeked of booze and smoke of different varieties. "Welcome home, for now." He says in a flat tone, she pulled off her hood and looked around.

Dabi still had his back to her and looked at his palm for a moment that felt like an eternity, the ghost of her hand remaining in his own, strange emotions bubbled up from nowhere, he shoved them back down and spoke up.

"Everyone seems to be out by now, usually the bar is never empty. The person who summoned that portal is here...Kurogiri, which means our leader Shigaraki is here. He’ll meet you at some point..when he's not on his damn video games." he nudged her shoulder with his elbow and shook his wet hair out. Turning to look down at her, "Nice place...you guys bounce from place to place often?" She asks in what felt like a shy whisper, the resounding echo from the hall made her feel like she was shouting.

"Haven't in a while.. hoping we won't have too again. Wont say where because it doesn't matter. Anyway, wanna come up to my room? There's an old couch up there you can crash on. Unless you want my bed, heh.. Wouldn't mind you in bed with me.” He breathily chuckles and pinches her chin starting to lead the way, “Don't get any ideas! I'm just tired.. I haven't had any sleep and its like.. Almost 2:30 in the morning.” She yawned and dragged her feet behind him.

Chiaki follows him up the stairs and down the long corridor to the last door on the left, he opened it to find a bedroom with a king sized mattress pushed to the wall and the windows covered in blackout curtains, an old couch directly under it and a flat screen across the room as well as his own computer and cans of empty energy drinks by it, as well as an ashtray that looked like it was used normally.

“This room is mine, go ‘head.” He invites her in, noting the tired look on her face, he found it almost innocent if it weren't for the remnants of blush still ghosted on the apples of her cheeks.

Dabi had booted the door closed behind him as she kicked off her boots, he spoke up again, watching her movements, as they seemed to have gotten lazier. “Not much of an interior decorator but it works for me, sprucing the room up would be too much effort.”

Making himself comfortable he sheds the trench coat and shuffles through a cabinet in the desk where his computer is located,”I'm getting pretty tired and by the looks of it you are too, so im afraid im gonna have to restrain you. Cmere.” He says, pulling out a pair of handcuffs that catches Chiaki’s attention, her brow instantly rising in confusion and a hint of worry. Dabis eyes flicker up to her when she whips around at the chain jingling as he approaches her, twirling the cuffs around his finger

“W-wait why do you need to restrain me?” She asks a little wary, “Its so you dont pull anything while I'm sleeping… can't be too careful, little mouse.” He states clasping the cuffs around her wrists in the front, they clicked almost to the point where he could get two fingers under them. Chiaki looked at him with big innocent eyes and then down to the cuffs on her wrists. “Tsk..you do this to all the new recruits or am i just that special.” He chuckles and turns his back to her. “You’re a first, to both be cuffed and able to sleep in my bed. Consider yourself ‘special’”

She looks back up to find Dabi stripping his white shirt off and tossing it to the couch, a blush forming on her face and a pang in her heart as she looks at him closely, hes much better looking up close… fit and lean, along with the added look of his scars that dressed his torso into his pants only made him 2 times more appealing and more her type. “Holy shit..” She says out loud with her jaw slacked abit. “Checking me out, little mouse? Remember what I said about staring.” He chuckled and laid back in bed exhausted, pulling the sheets up her body comfortably. “Sorry was just admiring the view, Dabi.” She teased rolling her eyes and settling into bed, Dabi’s eyes widened briefly and felt that sweet warm feeling creeping up his chest again, this time he let it simmer there.

“im going to sleep.. Too tired to think, that energy drink i had acouple hours ago finally wore off." Chiaki yawned and stretched, facing away from him to ease the situation, that situation being she wanted to face him and find comfort from him.

A sort of comfort she longed for for years, acceptance and safety.. Funny she found safety with a villain.. With villains alike. This caused her to giggle to herself, he raises a brow and looked over to her with his arms tucked behind his head

Instead as Dabi turned off the light and the distant thunder rolled she spoke up “Dabi..” “Hm?” She turned back over and some light from the opened part of the black out curtains illuminated her eyes, Dabi once again caught himself peering into them wistfully finding himself looking her over.

A genuine glow in her eye, appreciation and a connection the two have never felt before, “Thank you, for bringing me in.. you wont regret it,” She brings her bound hands up to pull the pillow further up under her head, and licked her lips, swallowing her fear and letting a wall down, even just alittle bit to him. Dabi mused and observed her closely, finally seeing the opposite end of what its like to have someone in need go to him of all people. “i haven't felt anything beyond disappointment for a long long time, so to say i feel comfortable with someone i was fighting not even a day ago says anything, i hope you understand and i'm not stepping over any boundaries.” He grinned, and responded with an amused chuckle. “Getting soft on me again, better not make that a habit with anyone else here, I just might get jealous.” Dabi grazed his finger against her cheek, she leaned against his hand and smiled angelically.

“I'm starting to like that fire in your eye. ” He ghosts his knuckles down her cheek as her eyes closed slowly, blinking exausted as the cold air kicked on from the ac unit above them, she shivered and threw all caution to the wind, Dabi stiffened as she moved closer to his end of the bed, she ducked her head abit beneath the blanket to snuggle against his warm chest, his heart hammered with nerves he still couldnt place a name too, the same hand that stroked her cheek rested on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the sweatshirts fabric.

Comforting and confusing thoughts swirled through the villains mind as he soon came to realize he remained awake for all but another 20 minutes, the soft rise and fall of her chest and side indicated she had long fallen asleep in his arms.

Dabi rested his chin against her head and attempted to find the sleep he had long since forgotten in his past life. Acceptance and comfort from someone.

He sighed and whispered in a husky tone of voice.

“Glad we had that talk, Little Mouse…”

XXX~

Hey yall its my first MHA fic. You might see more of her and Dabi in the future cuz honestly this was fun!

#MHA Fanfic #Dabi x oc #Dabi #I am indulging #ItsEmpress

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imgucciking · 3 years

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Spill some tea (in this case, coffee)

Pairing: Idol! Rowoon X Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Fluff & Fluff

Words: 1k

Warning: Brain eating fluff!

A/N: My third work here on tumblr, honestly, I’m shooketh on how much love all my posts are getting over here! This one is a Rowoon work, sf’9 and dude is just... SO HANDSOME

Going to Starbucks in the 8 am rush in the morning was definitely not the best idea. No, it isn't. It, in fact, is the worst idea some one could ever get. Like its so horrible, only people who are dumb would want to do it. And you were going to be the most dumbest person to ever. Like what was wrong with you? Why did you have to come over here at the main rush hour?

That's because you ran out of your coffee powder at home, and you seriously had no patience enough to go to the convenience store and get some of that stuff. That's what had you coming to the Starbucks at rush hour. You would go crazy without a cup of coffee in the morning and your best friend and dorm mate was familiar with. That's why she would always get you coffee each morning without failure, but she had gone to her mother's house for a week, for some time off.

You had sent her off happily, knowing that she deserved her break but till now, you had no idea how much you depended on Yuqi. [Yesh Yuqi from gidle UwU]

You had a que of about 30 people standing in front of you, one person behind you was leaning their head right onto your shoulder probably sleepy, and your poor feet had been stepped on atleast about a 100 times today. You were ready to scream if anything else was going to happen. The que behind you went on and on, atleast about halfway down the street. You were currently near the door entryway into the starbucks shop, and a cold gust of wind blowed, causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.

Your peachy white sweater was long, and reached till the tips of your fingers, and was very long. One advantage. Sweater paws! You looked like a cute cocoon ready to be hugged, cuddled with and spend some time chilling and-

OWW!

You feel a sharp stinging sensation in the front part of your sweater. Coffee. HOT COFFEE. You were ready to throw hands at whoever had spilled the coffee on you, when you suddenly felt a warm hand on the spill. Your eyes widen and you got your hands ready to slap this pervert, when you look up at the guy. He had a black mask on, covering most part of his face, except for his eyes. God.. His eyes.

They were so very expressive, and you could get lost in them forever and ever and still never get out of that trance. Now, however, his eyes were scrunched with worry. You quickly slap his hands away from your chest when they ride higher up to wipe more of the spilled coffee. You clutch his hands and drag him inside the shop, finding the both of you a safe and private alcove. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I can buy you a new sweater if you want! I-" You quickly stop his train of speech by interrupting. "I-It's okay really, you didn't have to wipe the sweater."

His eyes widen in realization once he realizes that his actions might have seemed like he was being a pervert. He quickly stood up, bowing multiple times to me. I push him down on his seat, as I don't want much attention to be given to the both of us. Having a coffee stained sweater turned enough heads for me. "Its okay really, it wasn't that much of a trouble-" The man took one glance at his watch, then back at me. "Crap! I have to run! Please take my number, I swear I'll make it up to you!" He wrote his number on a tissue, handed it over to me and took a run for it.

And make it up he did. He, Rowoon, took me shopping and bought me a very expensive sweater as a return. He also revealed himself to be a famous person, I didn't think too much about it cause I don't want him to feel uncomfortable. We talked a bit after that, and we became friends. Rowoon was the one who proposed to me, asking me to be his girlfriend. We dated for about 5 years before he knelt down. We got engaged, then married. Currently, I was sitting with our daughter Hyejin as I explained the story of her father and me meeting.

"So appa spilled coffee onto eomma?" I smile at her. "Yes, baby" She looks up at me curiously. "But eomma, isn't coffee hot? Doesn't it burn?" I shake my head. "Tell that to your father. Tell him how hot it was!" She quickly jumps out of her seat on my lap before running to the study where he was working. Oh no, did she take it seriously?

"Appa! Eomma says it burned when you poured all your coffee on her! Apologize to her now!" He looks up from his seat, a pair of glasses resting on his nose, smiling when he sees me, my round stomach peeking out from the top and pet set I was wearing. He stood up, and walked over to me, placing a chaste kiss over my baby bump. "I love you, Y/N-ie, I'm sorry!" Hyejin claps as he apologizes. "Good appa!" "I love you jagi, I love you Hyejinnie, I love you baby~"

He lifts Hyejin up in the air, spinning her around a few times. I was thankful he spilled his coffee on me that day, no matter how hot it was. If he hadn't, would we have ended up with such an awesome family?

#fanfiction #3rd on tumblr #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #ff #rowoon #sf9 #sf9 writing #sf9 ff #sf9 rowoon #rowoon ff #rowoon fanfic #rowoon fanfiction

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lovely-bangtan7 · 4 years

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MYG | Backstage

Pairing: UndergroundRapper!Yoogni x Fangirll!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sex, unprotected sex, giving oral, fingering, pet names

Words: 1840

Sentences: I’ve been thinking about you all day; We’re in public, you know; Don’t smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy; You’re so much fun to touch; Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce at me; No, I am supposed to make you feel good; Oh my god, do that again

A/N: Hello, hello. I am sorry that you had to wait a little longer but I was incredible slow today. I hope you can forgive me? I really hope I could meet your expectations with this one, so I wish you a lot of fun reading it!

Drabble list | Masterlist

“You’re so much fun to touch” Whispered the rapper seductively in your ear as shudders went down your body. He touched you in many inoperative ways which has aroused you to the extremest. The heat between your legs growing hotter witch each more stroke of his rough hands over your soft skin. You tried to hold in your moans but failed miserably, making him mischievously smirk at you.

When you woke up for this day, excited for the concert of your favourite underground rapper, you would have never imagined that you could end up being invited backstage, let alone being right under him with his hands all over you. As cliche as it sounds, like a scene from the queerish written fanfictions about an artist seeing a fan in the crowd of millions and then falling in love with her or him, this has actually happened to you. Yoongi saw you, in the crowd of around 50 people and found you very interesting aside from that he thought you were smoking hot and his thoughts started to fill his mind. After his last song “Give it to me” has ended a guard of the place he performed in approached you and brought you backstage.

Now, 30 minutes later, his lips were nibbling at your erected nipples whilst your hands pushed his face more into you for more friction. “Fuck, you taste so good babygirl.” He breathed out and licked your skin. His hard member was poking you from his tight pants and god, you needed to feel him inside you or else you’d explode from the heat. “God please” You pleaded for Yoongi to finally fucking you but the man wanted to play just a little more with you. He was enjoying your whines and moans coming from you. To him they sounded like music that put him in a state of trance and he wanted to hear this as long as possible, for him it would be the whole night but how long would you last his teasing?

His lips travelled from your breasts up to your neck, starting to suck there on your skin making you whine once again, because 1. you were enjoying his touch a lot and 2. you were just so desperate be finally satisfied. Whilst being focused on his rough and hot lips you didn’t notice his hand getting inside your pants. With a yelp of yours he started running his finger over your clit without showing mercy. He was fast and rough and used pressure. “You are damn wet, kitten.” He chuckled. “Desperate, huh?” It must have been the pleasure that you felt that your that your hips started to move with his fingers. You needed to cum so badly, the knot inside your belly growing rapidly and threatening to burst anytime soon.

“Mmh, yes! More!” You moaned out, your nails sinked into his firm biceps. Just as your orgasm was about to hit you he suddenly stopped. “Oh my god..” You panted, “Do that again! Don’t stop.” Your pleas and whines only aroused him more.

“Repeat the rules, kitten.” Right. No cumming unless he allowed you to. “I don’t think I allowed you to cum.” He told you with that sly smirk. Fuck, please fuck me senseless; you screamed in your mind.

Suddenly, your mind finally snapped and a power has taken over you, you pushed Yoongi back, straddled his lap with your legs on each side of his body and started to undress the man. He was beyond surprised by your actions, never has a girl tried to overpower him and was surprised. You didn’t seem like you’d be on the dominant side, but god- he loved that. He watched you in excitement how you opened his belt and pulled his pants down alongside his underwear in one swift motion. “Woah, kitten calm down there. We’re in public, you know.” His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. You were so hot.

Obviously he was just teasing you with that, given how his hard member sprang out and laid against the lower of his stomach. Precum was already running down his shaft, his tip burning red that made your mouth water by the mere sight of him. You really did turn him on that much. “Don’t smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy, daddy.” you fired back. It was now time to tease him back and Yoongi was definitely in for this little game of yours.

“Can I atleast take my shoes off, before you pounce at me.” He cheekily told you and stared into your eyes as you shuffled between his legs. Now it was his turn to moan out loud. Your soft lips, still hot from your previous make out session, engulfed the tip of his cock softly sucking on it. Yoongi hissed as you sucked harder and harder on his tip, slowly moving down the shaft. “Fuck, yes like that, kitten.” Yoongi was about to push your head down but before he had the chance you grabbed his hands mid air and held them down. Now it really was your turn to start the teasing. The man’s breathing increased with each bop of your head, filling his body with euphoria. The moans coming out of his mouth, deep, raspy and hot filled the room which aroused you more and more. It was when you felt his member twitch in your mouth that made you pull away from him. Strings of saliva were connecting your lips with his tip and Yoongi swore he could cum just by the sight of this. He would love to coat your face with his cum.

But you had other plans. Climbing back up you sat down on his cock, your panties were completely damp and soaked with your arousal. Your hips started to slowly rub against his erection, feeling it pulsing against your folds made you moan load for him. Biting his lips Yoongi looked up at you, eyes blown out with lust and a fire lingering inside him. He just wanted to enjoy this sight a little more but then he took you by his hips and lifted you up from the couch, pressing you against the wall. His lips attached back to your neck marking your skin with purple marks that will linger there for many days - a little memory from him for you. “No, no, I am supposed to make you feel good now.” He said in between kisses. Finally you’d get now what you had craved for the past minutes. One arm held your body up, whilst your legs slung around his torso pulling his body incredible close to yours. His other hand somehow yanked your panties apart, the soft fabric being torn apart with his bare fingers.

His fierce eyes pierced yours, just his stare made your cheeks erupt in an uncontrollably heat.

A gasp has escaped your mouth, you saw how big he was, you saw it and felt it in your mouth but the actual feeling of his girth made your eyes flatter. He stretched you out so good that your moans slipped out like running water. He was slow and careful, saving every moment of entering your tight cunt. He himself was a moaning mess. “Shit, babe.” His eyes were closed now. “You are so damn tight. Fuck!” He cursed. However he couldn’t wait until you’d adjust to his length inside you, he had- he needed to fuck you senseless. His speed went rapidly from 0 to 100. Hips smacking against yours creating the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Mmh, daddy! You screamed out and there it was again. The familiar knot forming inside your belly again. You’d cum in seconds by the way he was drilling inside you. The pants and curses coming from him told you that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Fuck, Yoongi!” Your high was dangerous close. The way he fucked you made you scream louder than anyone has ever made in your life. You were sure that everyone in this damn building could hear you clearly but you couldn’t care any less now. Yoongi has shifted his position a little making his tips graze your sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl and eyes rolling back into your skull . “I am gonna cum- I- oh fuck.” You breathed out feeling high. With your words Yoongi’s hips sped up more just for you to cum around his cock. “Cum, kitten. Let daddy know how good his little kitten feels.” His words brought you over the edge and your high has reached to the fullest. For seconds everything turned black and stars started to dance in front of you as your orgasm made you feel felt like you were flying. The tight feeling around him didn’t ade Yoongi stop, instead he fucked you further until overstimulation hit you. “You are so good to daddy.” He panted, hissing at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders. You couldn’t get hotter he thought, but yet he was proven wrong. Your eyes, half closed, cheeks red and mouth gaped slightly open - at this point you couldn’t get any sound out anymore - he loved this fucked out state of yours.

His lips captured yours in a hot and passionate kiss, rough and sloppy as his tongue tangled together with yours. His own orgasm was nearing as well.

His hips continued to snap against yours until they got more sloppy. He was so close and you decided to help him a little bit. You clenched around him on purpose and purred into his ear. “Daddy feels so good inside me.” He let little curse fall from his tongue. “Mmh, your little slut feels good, right daddy?” You looked at him seductively and moaned more for him. Your dirty words are definitely driving him over the edge and with a few more thrusts he came inside you, coating your insides with his hot cum. You could feel it slowly running down and dripping down your thighs. Both you and him were out of breath but he still managed to kiss you softly and lay you down on the couch.

You haven’t expected it but he was really sweet during aftercare, helping you clean up and giving you something cold to drink.

The next evening, you were already cuddled up in your bed still thinking about what has happened the day before. Your head was filled with images of him and thoughts how he has felt. By now it felt surreal that you had sex with the artist that you have been a fan of for so long.

The pling sound coming from your phone has snapped you out of your deep thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day - x” It was a text from Yoongi attached with a picture of his erection, just as hard as you remembered it from yesterday. God, he was so hot, you couldn’t believe it.

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‘You’re my bestfriend… how did I fall in love with you?’ I nee all the Sero fluff in the world

LITERALLY SO CUTE OKAY, sorry its so long i had so much fun writing this

You went to middle school with Kirishima and Mina. Meaning that you had known them for a while now. Even though you had known them, you came into UA with an open mind and making new friends and meeting new people. Your class was an uneven number so when you found your seat wedged in between Bakugo and MIdoriya you were afraid of how you would make new friends. Midoriya seemed very kind, but anytime Bakugo slightly turned his head to give him a distasteful look, he would silence himself immediately and not talk to you for the rest of the day.

Around the third day of being at UA you were really giving up on finding any new friends at all, and just maintaining your friendships with Mina and Kirishima; when the boy who had been sitting next to you turned in his chair. He smiled at you with incredibly straight teeth and began to make jokes on how you never got to talk to anyone due to the person in front of you being such a menace. You found yourself lighting up immediately and joining in on his poking fun at Bakugo. You two laughed as Kirishima joined in, sitting next to Sero, which only enraged Bakugo more. From that day forth, people always knew wherever one of you were to go, the other would be quick to follow.

Your feelings of trust and care grew for each other even more after the USJ incident. Sero was left at the main entrance as you were transported to another area with Bakugo and Kirishima. The entire time as you were fighting villains all you could think about was how he was doing, and if he was okay. Needless to say, you were relieved when you saw him after everything was over with.

You ran towards him when you saw him with all of the energy that was left in your body. He was okay, no one had hurt him and he was still standing. Thats all you needed to know about today, right now nothing else mattered. He tightened his arms around you once you made contact with his body. He let his head fall against your shoulder and held you like you may break.

“I was so worried about you.” He said while bunching his hands in the back of your costume. You grasped onto his back and held him close.

“I know, me too.” You said into your shoulder.

“Hey! Soy Sauce Face!” You heard Bakugo’s voice ring out above everyone else’s. You turned around looking at him as he looked over you at Sero.

“Take care of your girl, she couldn’t stop muttering about how she just needed to find you over and over, it was super annoying.” He said while crossing his arms. Sero smiled and said something along the lines about how Bakugo was lucky that you were with him. To which Bakugo got the same pissed off look in his eyes which you two were so used to seeing at this point, and began to yell. Luckily after today, he did have more of a respect for you, so you and your friend were able to run away.

As time progressed the more you two learned about each other the more comfortable everything became. You started out the year being friends and had grown into a bond that would never break no matter what. Atleast that’s what you hoped as you stood outside of Sero’s room. He had become your bestfriend, your number one confidant and the only person that you were 100% yourself around at all times of the day. You had worked together through many different tasks throughout the two and a half years of knowing each other and found that there was no one else that you would want to work with. You were in your third year now, and you felt like today may be the only time you would have enough courage to finally tell him how you truly felt.

Over the last few years you had found yourself knowing Sero like the back of your hand. He started off as being your closest friend and then became your best friend, but it grew into something more for you. Unlike Kirishima, your affection for Sero never grew into a brotherly love. It simply just turned into love. You found yourself engulfed by the feelings more often than not anymore, and you thought he was starting to notice. Everyone already had in your close friend group. Hell even Kaminari had pulled you aside to ask you about it.

“SooOOOoo how’s your day?” You had asked him.

“Do you like Sero!?” He asked looking at you with those excitable eyes. You choked on the water you were drinking at the time. He patted your back and looked at you with curious eyes.

“I mean yeah he’s my best friend,” You told him looking anywhere but his eyes. He rolled his own and stopped the conversation moving on to the next subject tat caught his interest, seeing that you weren’t going to confirm your feelings for him anytime soon.

You were brought back to the present as someone shoved your shoulder lightly. “Well Baka! Are you going to go in? They’re all waiting!” Bakugo said while looking down at you. You stuttered as he pulled the door open revealing that Sero wasn’t alone. The whole group was there to your dismay. With final exams coming up and all of you moving on to the bigger parts of your lives, you had forgotten that tonight all of you were hanging out just you six. Being a school night Bakugo refused to let anyone drink so it seemed that reminiscing on old times would just have to do.

“Y/N!” Sero cried looking up at you with bright eyes and the smile that could make your heart stop. He had such beautiful smile, eyes, hair, face, arm- “Are you going to come inside orrrr?” He said looking at you with a teasing hint in his eyes now. You smiled, knowing that now was not the right time to tell him and barged into the room to have a good night with your friends- and crush.

“Okay, that was a good one but!” You screamed out “Do you remember when Sero and Kaminari had a battle on who could get the microwave to start from the furthest point?” The room filled with laughter as the scene came back into all of your minds.

“Of course I do!” Sero cried, “I still want a rematch! You cheated and you know it! If I knew we were allowed to use quirks then I wouldn’t have even gotten into the bet with you!” He threw his arms up into the air exasperatedly as Kaminari cackled across the room. You looked around at your closest friends and wish that nothing would ever change. The people you were the most close to were in this room. You hoped they would always be as close with you as they were now. Your eyes trailed over to Sero who was in a now heated arguement with Kaminari. You observed the way that his cheeks moved anytime he laughed, or how his forehead would scrunch the slightest bit anytime he would get frustrated with something Kaminari would say. Little to your knowing, everyone but Sero was watching you admire the boy and slowly they all made eye contact with each other, getting the same idea in their heads.

‘Well, would you look at the time” Kirishima said, faking a yawn. “I really should go to sleep since we have that extensive training tomorrow and all, right Bakugo?”

“Wha- Oh, sure.”

“Yeah I should go to sleep too, I’m going to need to get my sleep schedule back in track for when I’m a kick-ass sidekick!” Mina said winking your way. You were lost at first, seeing as how it was only 9:30, until that wink. You felt your whole face heat up as you knew what your friends were doing. Those b*tches were setting you up!

“Are you sure you have to go to bed?” You asked grinding your teeth together looking at Kaminari with pitiful eyes. “You normally stay up so much later than this!” He smiled at you wickedly.

“Nah, I really should be off, need to get that good rest and all if I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow in training.”

You felt absolutely betrayed as your friends filed out of the room one by one, each giving you a look of ‘NOW DO IT NOW’, which made you feel even more horrified. Sero looked absolutely dumbfounded on why his room was packed with his friends two minutes ago and now it was just you and him sitting on your bed. He brushed it off soon enough though and turned to you, looking at you with his dark eyes.

“So, now that the peanut gallery is gone, remember when it was just you and me against the world?” He asked reaching out to grasp your hand in his own. This was nothing new for you two seeing as how being best-friends both of you often turned to one another for physical comfort. Your heart still spiked at his contact though, as you nodded your head at his question.

“Those were the good old days. When we didn’t have to worry about Kaminari getting beaten up by a pack of girls because of something Mineta dragged him into. Or when we could make fun of Kirishima about his manliness without him having to go on a full Red-Riot rant towards us about chivalry.” You said looking up at him you smile growing at the memories. “You’ve always been my other half Sero.” You say waiting for the right time to tell him how you felt.

At those words something seemed to ignite within him. He straightened his back and looked at you with a more serious gaze. You were confused, did you say something wrong, was he hurt by something you said? He seemed… nervous?

“You know Y/N, since the day I reached over to talk to you, seeing as how you were pathetically going to spend your whole UA career in silence if I didn’t,” You shoved his shoulder and laughed as he teased you, “I’ve always known that I was going to get something great out of our relationship. You mean the world to me and then some, you truly have become my bestfriend.” He paused his own words and seemed to collect himself. You watched him inquisitively, wondering where he was going with this. Finally, he took a deep breath and looked down at you. “I keep thinking about when it happened and really I can’t seem to differentiate, from a time when it was and when it wasn’t. It seems like I always kind of knew but never really had the capacity to realize it. It s a question thats been racking my mind for years now and I kept constantly asking myself over and over, You’re my bestfriend…. How did I fall in love with you?” He looked down at your hands which were grasped together in their embrace.

You felt your words you wanted to say stuck in your throat. He said it. He had finally broken the barrier both of you had been dancing around now for years. There was no more denying how you felt for one another. He meant the world to you and you him. Sero seemed to be waiting for an answer as he anxiously drew circles into the skin on your hand. You grabbed his face and lifted it to have his eyes meet yours.

“Sero...” You said your eyes flickering down to his lips. “I’ve loved you ever since the day I thought I could lose you. The thought of losing you so early, when we had had no time to get to know each other like we do now, was the worst feeling ever. What I said is still true, you're my other half, a-a-and I love you.” You said nervously fidgeting with the hair that had fallen in between his face and your hand. He reached his hand up to grab your own on his face and stilled it, looking at you deep in your eyes. It felt like he could read every single emotion that you were feeling. With how well he knew you, he probably could. He leaned down to touch his forehead to yours.

“Y/N..” He said trailing off to look at you.

“Just kiss me already idiot.” You said laughing softly. So, he did kiss you. He reached behind your head to lace his fingers within your hair and pulled you close. There was a moment of hesitation between you two before your lips touched, knowing everything was about to change the second that this happened.

Then, he kissed you. His lips were so warm against your own. You sighed into the kiss and leaned into the dance that you two were creating, You felt so whole, and happy. As good of a friend as he was, he was an even better kisser. He leaned you back into his bed and liften his head back up. He stared down at your eyes and brushed your hair out of your eyes.

“HEY! EXTRAS! HAVE YOU GUYS MADE OUT YET?!” Bakugo yelled past the door and you suddenly became very aware that your friends were never the type to not snoop. Sero chuckled at the sight of your blushing face and reached down to brush the pad of his thumb across your pink cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful... but.. I think we need to let our friends back in before a certain acid related one burns my door down.” He said while begrudgingly standing up. You didn't mind that much. You knew that he would be your best friend for the rest of your life, and that you would have more than enough time to find all new avenues of your relationship.

#bnha #sero hanta #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero #hes so cute #bakusquad #bnha fic

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audifotograf · 4 years

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How I travel as often as possible

By: Claudia Manganiello

Pictured: Philippine Pesos

1. I’m a waitress.

I think the biggest reasons I love being a waitress is that I make decent money and can virtually make my own schedule. I tell my manager what days I’m available which really means what days I want to work and for the most part that is my schedule. And anytime I want to go on a vacation I just put in a request a month before, but it’s really more of a formal notice. Granted I make sure I don’t travel during busy season, too close together or for too long because I don’t want to risk not having a job when I get back. But in the past I’ve been able to travel up to 6 times a year!

2. I save alot of my extra money towards travel.

This one takes self control. Even though friends constantly invite me out to restaurants and bars, etc. I have to be selective and make sure whenever I spend it’s on something I REALLY want to because I know I much rather spend it on travel.

3. I research.

I always do some general research ahead of time on what the prices of a flight to a place are and how much things cost there (currency exchange). I also check if the prices will have a chance of spiking for instance around a busy time or holiday. This is something I look out for when I go to Miami every year for Ultra Music Festival. Most other times of the year the prices are ~$150 roundtrip, but because the festival is during Spring Break the prices can go up to $350 if you wait too long. So I start checking the flights a month earlier than usual and if I see a normal price or better I buy it because I know the prices are only going to go up. Last year I was able to find a round trip from NY to MIA for $100!!

4. I look for flights on sites like Expedia.

Two months before domestic, three before international trips I start looking up flights on Tuesdays. I check Expedia, Kayak, Syscanner and Google flights to see all different results and prices. What's great about these sites is they have features where you can see side by side how the prices can differ before or after the dates you select. This way you can choose the cheapest possible days to arrive and leave while still maximizing the time you can go away for.

Photo taken from google.com/flights.

5. I try to be as flexible as possible.

I try to work around my schedule. For example, when I was in school I had class from Monday to Thursday so ideally I would go away on a Wednesday or Thursday right after class and come back right before class on Monday. I usually worked it out so I only missed exactly one of each of my classes. But sometimes I had to weigh out the importance of the prices versus time I could go without missing too much school. I ended up going away almost every 2 months while I was in college, but I always planned in advance.

I also try to be flexible about the airport I fly out of. One time I waited too long to buy a flight to Miami and the flights were $350 roundtrip, so I flew to Fort Lauderdale instead for $200! The 45 minute drive to Miami was well worth the $150 I saved. However the cheapest airport to fly out of the New York area is usually Newark but it's not as cheap to get a ride to and its not the easiest to take public transportation with luggage. So most times I just choose the airport easiest to get to.

Less often I'm flexible about the airline I choose. I try to avoid airlines that have poor customer service because if something goes wrong the money is not worth the headache. I missed my flight home from Rome while I was literally AT THE AIRPORT waiting at the wrong gate where a flight was leaving for the same place at the same time (please learn from me: ALWAYS CHECK YOUR FLIGHT NUMBER). American was basically like sorry not sorry. This was definitely mostly my fault but I went through security, checked in and everything, so they knew I was in the building. Yet no one called my name on a loud speaker like they do in the US when someone is missing. No one would help me in person (another lesson learned: look for flights on other websites but always try to buy directly from the airline). No standby was offered. I ended up sobbing to a random lady on the phone in the middle of the airport to get a somewhat affordable flight back home the same day because everyone was just trying to sell me $1000 flights 3 days later. So even though American is often one of the cheapest options, I can't say I wouldn't pay a little more to fly a different airline.

Also sometimes flights are cheaper from smaller airlines but they don’t include a carry-on in the price like most do so it ends up being the same price anyway. If you can fit all your stuff in a backpack (which is totally possible) it could be worth it, but again be weary of the quality of customer service.

6. I stay at Airbnb's/ hostels.

If I can split a room with someone I usually coordinate and book an airbnb atleast a month in advance to get the best options and deals. One time I stayed at a private apartment in NYC for just $25 a night before! But when I traveled alone I found the cheapest option was to share a room at a hostel. I enjoyed time by myself but when I wanted to share experiences I had a bunch of people around who wanted the same thing, it was great.

7. I sort out my money ahead of time.

I have credit and debit cards with zero foreign transaction fees and once I arrive to a place I take out however much I want to budget myself at a bank atm. When I can I use my credit card and if I need more cash I take out just enough to last the rest of the trip so I don't go home with a bunch of money I can't use.

8. I use my phone as little as possible.

I don't like to use my phone much while on vacation anyway, but usually you can't really get out of needing it for GPS. I used to have Sprint which includes 2G international service in alot of countries (a fee for faster speeds), but now I have AT&T which costs $10/day so now I really only use my phone for emergencies. I try to do everything on WiFi and when I can't I try to download any maps, tickets, movies etc offline.

9. I buy groceries when I travel.

I try to buy easy stuff to eat for breakfast and lunch from a grocery store and treat myself to dinner out. It saves time and money and seeing what they sell in grocery stores in different countries has become one of my favorite things to do. I still get to try new foods but at a good price!

10. I take public transportation when possible.

Usually I have to take an uber or local ride share from the airport because of my suitcase but when I pick my airbnb I usually make sure it's also accessible to where I want to go throughout the trip.

11. I avoid expensive tours and other tourist traps.

Before paying for something I try to find a way to enjoy it for less. Instead of taking a tour of a park I just look around myself and it's often much more peaceful and interesting. I saved $20-$30 by simply going to see the Colloseum in Rome instead of paying to see the inside. Not to mention I saved myself from waiting on the long line. Another example is when I went to the Venetian hotel in Vegas I didn't ride the gondolas for $20-$30 but I still got to see them and hear them serenade.

I don't skimp on everything though, I still love to enjoy experiences as much as possible. But I spend my money on things that are worth it instead. I've gotten full body professional massages in the Philippines for $20 before, you just have to decide what is worth it to you.

#Travel #miami #nyc #Ultra music festival #Expedia #kayak #skyscanner #google flights #travel tips #airbnb #Hostel #colloseum #venetian

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itflowsthroughme · 4 years

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in hopes that if you need me, you’ll read me.

***TW: suicide, trauma, abuse***

I talk a lot about mental well being, practicing good habits, therapy, and general health, but I feel it’s long overdue to add a little context behind what drives me.

When I was 13 years old I attempted suicide. At 13 I decided to follow through with my plan and swallowed a handful of pain meds and went to bed that night with resolution. I woke up in the middle of the night disoriented and violently nauseous. The next 24 hours were spent vomiting, sweating, and in a surreal amount of pain, for I dared not speak a word of it to my family. I endured what I thought to be my punishment and played the role of a daughter suffering from the stomach flu. Life seemed pretty incomprehensible back then.

Then at 26, after weeks of contemplating, I found myself planning my own suicide again, reading and plotting out my options in the deep web. I’ll spare the details of the type of content one can come across in that state of mind, but there was one blog post in particular that I believe saved my life, a blog post that didn’t spare me the raw and honest details of the fate that awaited me if I followed through with my chosen plan of action. I thought about my then fiance, now husband, and how he would find me, and how I’d be passing my trauma on to him, my pain, my suffering. It broke me, it fucking destroyed all of me, I lost it completely. A complete destruction of my ego. Because if I couldn’t kill myself, if I couldn’t kill my pain or live with my pain, that meant I had to heal it- I think thats what terrified me the most, facing the demons.

Thankful for an amazing husband who stuck by my side, and was committed to my healing and recovery because without him I don’t know where I would be. I finally got some help and started to see a psychologist who diagnosed me with CPTSD: The difference between CPTSD and PTSD is that PTSD usually occurs after a single traumatic event, while CPTSD is associated with repeated trauma. My childhood was rough to say the least- from being raped at a young age, to being molested by uncles countless times, witnessing and being the victim of domestic violence, and being emotionally abused all in between, life became about survival at a very early age.

Therapy went on for months and I emmersed myself in my own healing, I no longer had the luxury to self loathe, anything but 100 percent effort was no longer an option. Since I wasn’t going to die, I was committed to being fucking alive. -I know about the shame, guilt, and the anger that weighs you down and consumes you. How everything you do, anything you feel makes you feel broken, how you feel like a bad person for not being happy, how it always hurts, and you just wish you could just be normal. I used to feel that way. I had to learn about how my body was wired to survive because of all the trauma I had endured, and all of the anxiety, depression, nightmares, panic attacks.. etc, where all associated with my fight or flight response. I was coping, I was hardwired to be in a constant state of panic. I educated myself on the neuroscience, on the physiological, psychological, and biological effects on my body. On top of the therapies, I watched the Ted talks, I watched the YouTube videos, listened to the podcasts, I took myself on walks, I got out in nature, I got really good at yoga, I started meditation, I started eating healthy, taking care of my body, anything that could help me not only understand, but aid in my full recovery. Im 30 in 2 weeks and the CPTSD symptoms are now pretty much non existent. I put in so much fucking work I think I will never not cry when I think about everything I have been through to be able to honestly say I’m happy, and the pain, the anger, the shame... they’re gone. I’ve found my peace, or atleast discovered how to find it.

When I talk about well-being, mindfulness, therapies, anything like that... it’s because small habits, all of the mindful effort, all of the consistent rituals have rewired my brain from being in a constant state of panic, to being in a constant state of self love and self healing. Every day isn’t rainbows and sunshine either, I will continue to spend the rest of my life healing, this I know, but instead of coping like I used to when I was scared little kid, I’m equipped with the kind of resilience that only comes from overcoming a certain amount of struggle. My own little badge of honor.

#wellbeing #mental health #suicideprevention #tw suicice #my thoughts #my writing #trauma #healing #wellness

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endlessdream7 · 4 years

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Kill That Man

Chapter 63 The Ambush of Wang Yijie

After painting the charm paper she bought, Yu Qing Yao came out and bought more charm paper, then closed the door to paint more charms.

After five days had passed, she has saved more than 600 second-level charms.

As soon as Yu Qing Yao came out, she went straight to the Royal Treasure Pavilion in the city.

She bought a white dress with a lotus pattern and a turquoise dress with an orchid pattern. She can’t wear one all year around, right?

The two magic skirts were both woven from spirit silkworms, and cost a total of seventy second-grade charms, or seven thousand dao dollars.

In fact, Yu Qing Yao herself knows how to refine weaponry, but she just doesn’t have the materials, nor the drawings, nor has she tried it herself.

Then, she bought a superb magic weapon, Purple Cloud Ruyi. This Ruyi is made of purple millennium lightning wood, and it is extremely helpful for casting lightning spells. Three Heavenly Lightning spells are stored at each end of the Purple Cloud Ruyi. The power is comparable to the spells of the Jindan realm.

This magic weapon was much more expensive, and it took Yu Qing Yao three hundred second grade charms to buy it.

She bought the book "The Royal Demon Ban" with 100 second level charms, and 120 second level charms for the "Five Elements of Thunder" book.

The Royal Demon Ban features a spell that can ban a Nascent Soul Demon King, but of course, first you have to capture the Demon King and beat him half to death before you can have a chance to cast this spell.

After learning it, Yu Qing Yao can only ban Foundation realm demons.

The "Five Elements of Thunder", is about the method of practicing the five elements of thunder. This type of thunder method is very powerful, ten times more powerful than ordinary thunder, and the difficulty of practicing is dozens of times greater. The first is that it is difficult to find the materials for practicing it. You have to find treasures with lightning properties in the five elements, and refine them into the five internal organs.

Five elemental treasures are easy to find, but it's one in a million if they have the thunder attribute. To gather the five elemental treasures, it may not be possible to succeed even if you search for hundreds of years.

During the practice, the slightest mistake can cause the internal organs to collapse and die.

Lightning spells are inherently powerful, and difficult to control, introducing them into the fragile five organs is a very dangerous thing to do.

98 of the 100 who practice are going to die, leaving one crippled, and the last one’s fate is in the hands of God. If it wasn't so difficult to cultivate, the Royal Treasure Pavilion wouldn't have taken it out, and sold it so cheaply. This is a treasure that can be cultivated all the way to the Nascent Soul realm.

In this world, the Nascent Soul stage is already the ultimate master.

However, Yu Qing Yao has a system, so once shes learned it, just add points. Finding treasures are unnecessary.

The heart law she majored in became the Five Lightning Heart Sutra.

Yu Qing Yao only has 10 charms left, so she has no choice but to use 5 charms to buy another large stack of charm paper to go back, ready to close the door for another three days to paint more charms.

Three days later, Yu Qing Yao had once again saved up 300 charms, she pushed open the door and came out, surprised to see Zhou Xinyang and Shu Chang Yue arrive.

On the sixth day after the ranking battle ended, Shu Chang Yue brought his senior brother and teamed up with people from Golden Top Sect, to ambush Feiyun Sect’s team in a mountain.

Rushed up, killed 20 or so people, discovered that the person they wanted to kill was not there.

Shu Chang Yue and Zhou Xinyang were dying of depression.

Halfway through the ambush, kill Wang Yijie. Everything can be pushed to Golden Top.

But now, Wang Yijie has fled back to Feiyun Sect, which is not easy to handle.

Its not necessarily possible for these people to kill up Yuntai Mountain alone. Even if you gathered all the Daoists of Golden Top Sect, it would still be a bitter battle. On Mount Yuntai, Feiyun Sect has operated for hundreds of years, and there are countless magic formations on it.

And to assassinate Wang Yijie, I don’t know how long they would have wait in Baishan City before the opportunity came. They can't wait that long.

Although the people of Golden Top regret that Wang Yijie is not in, they still cheerfully chased down the people of Feiyun Sect.

Feiyun suffered heavy losses this time, and only two elders escaped.

Lord Wang spent seven days traveling day and night to get back to Mount Yuntai.

The first thing he did was find his eldest disciple, Qi Kaitai, and ask, "Where is Qing Yao?"

Qi Kaitai smiles, "Master, Junior Sister Yu is out traveling."

Lord Wang is anxious and harshly shouts, "Why did you let her out? When did she leave and who did she go with?"

Bewildered, Qi Kaitai replies, "Half a month ago, my Junior sister succeeded in building her Foundation and said she wanted to go out for a walk, so she went down the mountain by herself."

Sect Master Wang asks in amazement: "She has succeeded in building her Foundation?"

Qi Kaitai said cheerfully: "Yes! Junior Sister is so gifted that she succeeded in building a Foundation in half a month. I had personally protected her, and held a celebratory feast for her afterwards."

After a speechless moment, Lord Wang said, "Did she say where she was going?"

Qi Kaitai said: "Junior Sister said that she would just walk around Baishan. I don't know where she went."

"Has anyone come from Yunhai Sect?"

"No! What are they doing here?"

Lord Wang didn't bother to talk to his eldest apprentice, he burned incense and sent a letter to Yu Qing Yao to ask about it, but there was no response after the incense was burned.

He understands that Yu Qing Yao is not in Baishan and is thousands of miles away.

His heart sank, Qing Yao wouldn't have discovered something and secretly ran away when I wasn't around, would she?

Now Lord Wang is angry, he says "I asked you to watch her, why did you let her run away?"

Qi Kaitai is surprised and says, "Junior Sister has successfully built her Foundation and wants to go out for a walk, how can you say she ran away?"

Without answering, Lord Wang asked with a gloomy face, "Did she say when she would be back?"

Qi Kaitai replies, "Junior Sister promised to hurry back in a year."

Lord Wang turns away depressed, he can only hope that Yu Qing Yao is really out to play, and would remember to make it back for the New Year.

Qi Kaitai sensed that something was wrong with Master’s attitude towards Junior sister.

He can’t help but wonder why.

After a few days, the team that had gone to Hua Mountain did not return. Lord Wang became anxious again, burning incense and sending letters, he received a reply from two elders.

They replied that the team that went to Hua Mountain was ambushed by Golden Top Sect, and was wiped out, they were seriously wounded and hid out to recover.

When Lord Wang knew about it, he was so grief-stricken, and angry that he almost vomited blood.

This group of people died, three years later, what about the challenge?

“Old man Chen, you and I are enemies till death!” Wang Yijie looks at the sky, roaring.

When the news came out, there was mourning on Yuntai Mountain.

Lord Wang didn't expect Lord Chen to do what he wanted to do. He also wanted to kill all the Golden Top people who competed in the challenge, but he didn't get in touch with his ally.

Three of the most capable elders are dead, and nearly 30 of the most elite disciples are dead, this is a huge loss to Feiyun Sect.

The death of the Taishang elder hit Feiyun Sect the hardest.

Without this group, there's no certainty of winning the challenge in three years, and two, there's no longer any advantage against Golden Top Sect.

Lord Wang regretted that he had left alone first. He always felt that if he had been there, he would have been able to spot the ambush beforehand, and they would not have been so badly killed or wounded.

He did not know that the main purpose of the ambush was him.

This kind of hatred can only be quelled by war.

Lord Wang instructed the army of Baishan City to wage war against Wuzhou again.

At that moment, Golden Top’s team returned, and Lord Chen unceremoniously organized a counterattack.

The two sides are fighting again.

Yu Qing Yao didn't know there was a war on that side again, she was playing with Zhou Xinyang in Han City.

Everyday go on a scenic tour, eat, drink and be merry, playing till her heart’s content.

Terms:

Purple Cloud Ruyi- A scepter or a wand. Like this...

太上 - Taishang- Title of respect for Daoist; A great elder; A powerful elder usually in atleast Jindan realm.

Cultivation ranks:

Nourishing Qi

Foundation

Jindan

Nascent Soul (I referred to it as Yuan Ying earlier, its also known as Meta-baby, but I’m gonna go with Nascent Soul)

#Kill That Man #KTM #KTM Chapter 63

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“You Complete Fool!”

AN: this is a bonus , a small epilogue to the Janus fanfiction that I am working on.

While I was looking through my recent case studies, my phone rang. I put down the documents and answered. Virgil called me...Why?

“Virgil? Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked

“Jan-” Virgil said, but was cut off.

I have a horrible feeling about this. I can hear deep breaths and whimpering from Virigl and I realized that it was 12 am and Virgil is out-.

Oh god.

“Virgil stay where you are, I’ll come and get you.” I said as I grabbed my coat and went to my car.

Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

I arrived at the park near me, I turned on the phone tracker and tracked Virgil to the park.

When i got out of the car, I immediately seem virgil sitting on the ground, holding his legs to his chest. He seems distressed, and was looking out to see if anyone else is coming by.

I strode towards him until I was standing above him. Virgil noticed my shadow and looked up.

His eyes shone with relief upon seeing me but he went back to hiding his face under his arms.

I kneeled down and observed Virgil. My heart broke as I was looking at virgil in this state.

He was sobbing quietly and shaking frequently. I noticed that his clothes were crumpled and his scalp was bleeding. So he has a mild head concussion. I quickly realized that he was probably attacked. Which wasn’t good since he was intoxicated too. His breath smelled like strong vodka.

I took off my grey overcoat and draped it over Virgil. Virgil calmed down a bit as I carefully pulled him out and escorted him to my car.

This isn’t good. Why the hell was he out at 12 am drunk in a park?

I arrived at my apartment complex and led virgil to my couch. He sat down wordlessly.He’s seemed to calm down a lot. Probably knowing that he is safe with me. Which is good.

“Virgil, what happened to you?” I carefully asked

He tried talking but his speech came out as incoherent babbling and stutters. I stopped him from talking and decided to try a different tactic.

“Virgil, what happened to you?”I signed. Fourtuantely , I learned sign langage at my old Elementary school and decided to keep learning it.

Virgil, then signed at a really fast pace, trying desperately to communicate with me but without freaking out.

“I went out drinking because something happened with the gang and I almost got attacked and harassed by three men. Thank god I was able to escape and hide behind a tree. PLEASE DON’T TELL LOGAN!!” he signed

I sighed a little. Although I am glad that Virigil is safe,I am highly disappointed that the gang let virgil go out late. But i was also struggling since I knew that I had to tell atleast one of his friends. But once I saw Virgil’s anxious state,I knew that telling them now would only make Virgil’s mental state spiral more. After I get Virgil completely calmed down, I’ll tell anyone but Logan.

The rest of the night consisted of me staying up and giving Virgil chamomile tea while the song “Take on me,” played from the alexa sitting on the living room table. I didn’t study for my job. How could i? Virgil just got assaulted ! I can’t in my right mind, leave him alone. Virgil finally fell asleep on the couch but I continued to stay up. To formulate a contingency plan to make sure that this never happens to virgil again.

And whoever made Virgil upset enough to leave and let him go, will have a stern conversation with me.

This cannot be tolerated.

At 9:00am my phone rang again. Assuming that it was one of Virgil’s friends, I picked it up.

“Janus, something happened. We got in a argument with Virgil and he stormed out of the apartment last night. Is ther any chance that you’ve seen Virgil last night?” Logan asked me

“Yeah, Virgil arrived at my apartment, clearly distraught. We talked for the night and he decided to crash at my place as to save face.” I said.

A small pause happened in the conversation. “Alright, well, tell Virgil that he can hang out at your place until 2:30, we’re all worried about him.” Logan said

I can clearly tell Logan was worried since he cleared his throat a lot. “Sounds good.” I said.

After I hung up, I heard “I definitely can’t come back at that time.”

I turned around and saw Virgil sitting at the kitchen table. Still a little frazzled from last night, he looked down at the table.

“You know that you have to go back sometime.” I said

“ I know, I just don’t think I can go back to the way things are.” Virgil replied

I sat down across from him.

“What do you mean?” I asked

Virgil sighed before saying, “Me and everyone, well mostly Logan, were arguing about something,” He paused , taking a deep breath before saying, “I decided to pursue a career in speech therapy for children in Elementary to middle school.” He explained

“Wow Virgil, thats nice! Speech therapy jobs are in demand and it is truly a fulfilling job.” I added

“Yeah…. but, I also decided to earn the degree for that in England.” He meekly said

I paused. Virgil, the person who is the most anxious person out of the group. Decided to go to a different country, alone , to earn his degree in a college that is completely different than our colleges… Well,Virgil has shown mass improvement in character,managing his debilitating anxiety disorder and independence. But I am still worried about the long run for him.

“Virgil, that is amazing.” I replied.

“....Really? I thought you would be against this.” Virgil said

“Virgil, I don’t care what you learn and where you learn it. Just as long as it is obtained through legal and honest means, I will support you 100%.” I explained

Virgil smiled brightly. I guess hearing that from me made him feel more happier.

“Yeah, but everyone but Patton tried to persuade me to drop the notion.”He said

“Well, honestly,I’m not surprised. They don’t seem to realize that you are mastly different then before you graduated high school.” I said.

“Yeah! I don’t understand! They seem to accept you being a honest person! Why can’t they just accept that I am not that anxious 16 year old anymore!” Virgil exclaimed

I waited for him to calm down before saying, “Well, Virgil, its just that they’ve all seen how anxious and volatile you can be. You need to remember that before, you had constant panic attacks up until junior year. So of course they would instinctively seize up if you started spiriling down.”

“Yeah, I know that. I just wished that they trusted me in this.They didn’t even give me a chance to talk. Especially Logan.” Virgil sighed “Logan, seemed even more anxious then me for once. He was spewing out random statistics on people who get lost in countries and other stuff.” Virgil explained

Oh, so Logan’s emotions emerged during that argument. I’m not surprised but worried at the fact that he was more irrational than before.

“Virgil. I wish you noticed that, out of all of the group, Logan obviously cares and adores you despite not showing it.” I explained

Virgil looked down.

“Yeah, i know. But I just hope that one day...He wouldn’t need to take care of me. That he doesn’t need me.” Virgil said

“ Honestly speaking, Logan wants to take care of you. And he needs you.” I reinforced

“I know, I really do, but I just don’t feel like he does. I know he means well. I really do. But I constantly worry about him realizing that I am not up to his standards enough for him to truly want to stay.” Virgil shakily stated

“Virgil.” I said as I laid my hand on his shoulder

“You… Are full of shit,” Virgil’s eyes widened, “Logan will kill me for saying this but, He constantly talks and raves about your progress as developing into a adult. He constantly askes me on what he can do to help you in any way. Seriously, sometimes he would visit me for the sole purpose of learning more about… well you!” I exclaimed.

Virgil pauses. Thinking about everything he’s been told. He fidgets with his hands before saying, “.... Are you sure?”

“Ok virgil, for the last and final time, Logan. Loves. You.” I said

Virgil’s head snapped up. His expression showed that he was shocked.

But he quickly smiled before chuckling. Realizing that I was right, he responded.

“I guess so, huh?”

5:00 pm, my phone rang again. Inwardly cringing I picked up the phone, knowing that Logan is going to interrogate me on where Virgil is. I made virgil promise to go back at 6:00 but of course, Logan would realize that he didn’t come back at 2.

“Loga-”

“Janus, where the heck is Virgil?” Logan asked

“Virgil is just caught up with someth-”

“ Janus, cut the bullshit ok? I knew you were lying the first time I called. Since you stopped lying, you suck at lying now. Where. Is. Virgil.” Logan pressed

Jeez, Logan mad. Who knew that bookworm can scare even me.I sighed

“Virgil’s not ready okay? I promise he’s coming back at-”

“Save it, I’m going to your place.I’ll bring Virgil back myself.” Logan curtly replied before ending the call.

Ahhhhhh

Shit.

Ten minutes later, he arrived. Knocking on my door curtly. I got up and opened the door.

“Logan just stay-”

He forced his way in my apartment. Walking down to my livingroom.

“Where is Virgil.” He asked. Clearly showing that his patience is wearing thin.

“He’s in the spare bedroom.” I say. Finally caving in. Damn, Logan’s terrifying when angry

Logan went to the door of the bedroom where Virgil is sleeping in. Despite being angry, he carefully knocked the door, announcing to Virgil that he is going in to talk to him. Lets hope that everything will fall into place.

Logan’s Pov:

I cautiously stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I was thinking of all the ways I can apologise to Virgil. I admit, I am really inadequate with sentiment. Especially apologies. How do I properly apologize to someone as sensitive as Virgil? Its just that, these emotions that rose up in me, is so foreign and strong. I can’t describe it precisely. Its like… being annoyed and frustrated at a unruly teenager but magnified exponentially. And its mostly directed at me. I am really… frustrated. At my self. At my inadequacy in communicating to Virgil about something he wanted to do. I am Logan. The person who is supposed to be the smartest in the room. The person who is supposed to educate and support my friends. The person who is supposed...be better than this. But, I honestly don’t think I have the right to hold those titles. Its just- Virgil. The prospect of Virgil leaving somehow invoked a feeling in my that I was unable to control. And that , inturn scared him off. I really wanted to bring him back last night but I was so clouded with my feelings, that I couldnt. And now.. This happened.

Its not the fact that Virgil wants to be independent that I am afraid of.

Its the fact that he would not need me anymore to support him. And that, greatly frightens me. For an unknown reason.

I saw Virgil asleep, his body turned to the other side. Exposing his back to me. I carefully thought out my thoughts and said, “Virgil, its me, Logan. I just came here to talk to you for a bit before bringing you home.Are you asleep?”

Virgil shifted as an indication that he is awake but still refused to look at me. I understood why.

“Virgil, I am deeply apologetic for what I have done. I put you down and tried to make you more paranoid at the prospect of leaving. I promised to help you with your anxiety but I just made you more anxious. I- I just. I just..” I floundered. Jeez, get yourself together. You can do this.

“Its just that, I am deeply scared that you are going to suffer in a different country without me and I just- I just can’t let that happened. I- Virgil I-” I paused again. I felt that in order to fix this, I need to be completely honest to Virgil. But why the hell am I deeply scared about it now?

“Virgil, I….I am...afraid. That you would think that I would be in….adequate in supporting you. I am-- worried that when you go off to a completely different country, that you would..Think of me as no use to you.. I know that , it is a completely absurd notion but-” “Pfttt!”

I stopped as I realized that Virgil was laughing.

“Virgil, why are you laughing? Did I say anything funny?” I asked

“Who knew. That the great Logan can be as anxious as I can be.” Virgil replied.

He sat up and turned to look at me. He had dark circles under his eyes. His hair is clearly dishevled and he was….smiling at me?

His smile...why didn’t I realize that it looks… warm?

I quickly snapped out of it once I saw the bandage on virgil’s forehead and a bruise on his cheek.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and asked, “ Virgil! What happened to you? You have a small cut on your scalp and a purple bruise on you cheek? Did someone assault you?? Are you ok? Count to ten for me-”

“ I’m fine sherlock. I am completely unharmed.” Virgil replied with a relaxed smile.

“I- i don’t understand how? You got assaulted? Aren’t you scared?” I asked

“No” he replied

I paused. Realizing finally, that Virgil has grown. He’s not that anxious , stuttering teenager that i, admittingly, adored. He’s an adult. And now... I should treat him as such.

“Logan,”Virgil said, holding my hand gently, “I’m fine. I truly am. Are you ok? You look stressed.” He asked

“You complete fool!” I shouted, “ I was worried sick! Why didn’t you at least call back?! I called you a total of 20 times during the day and you basically cut contact from me. And to make it exponentially worse, everyone was worried too! Patton was stress baking again! Roman was also trying to reach you and Thomas was thinking of ways to apologize! The house was in complete chaos!” I ranted

“I am so sorry for storming out back there. I just felt -” “Anxious, I know.” I sighed, “Please, refrain from doing that again.” I shakenly requested

“I promise I wouldn’t resort to that,” Virgil stated, “But… who knew that you have the capacity to worry as much as I can.” He told me

“Logan,I also worry about how much you need me or not. I was always worrying about when you would stop teaching me new things,putting up with me and just being near me in general.” Virgil admitted.

I was honestly, confused. “Virgil, I thought we established this a long time ago. Don’t you see me as someone who you can trust? I would never do that.” I reassured him

“ I know,I know. But I was just...feeling like it y’know” Virgil said “Virgil i-i-” I stuttered. This is it. I never knew that I had to say this now. I have a freaking 12 point plan! But..

“ Vrigil I love you.” I admitted

“ I know.” Virgil replied instantly. “Janus told me.”

“That damn snake.” I muttered

“Heheh.” Virgil chucked. “ Don’t sweat it nerdy Wolverine. I love you too.” Virgil confessed

I looked at him. I was..I’m...ecstatic. I-is this, love?

“Earth to Logan, you good?” Virgil asked

I lunged and tackled him in a hug. I was so glad that Virgil has reciprocated my feelings. Despite my constant lack of affection,I still felt...really..deeply for Virgil.

“Logan,you’re kinda crushing me a bit.” Virgil warned

I broke the hug and smiled brightly. “Virgil I-”

He leaned in and kisses me.

So this is what kissing feels like. I- can’t describe it. I-

He snakes his arm around my back to comb his hands through my hair and he used his other arm to cling to my back. I- is- he- what?

I, against my better judgement wrapped my arm around Virgil’s small waist and brought my hand to the nape of his neck. Deepening this… kiss.

I never want to let go ever again.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #sanders side fic #logan x virgil #deciet sanders #sander side au

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