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ilyasorokinn · 11 months

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i'm in love with you , ross macdonald

note, this is my first ever thing for ross or ever even broaching this fandom, so please be nice! i'm nice i promise! pair, ross macdonald x reader summary, y/n y/l/n and ross macdonald being in love for 10 minutes straight, or some cute moments in y/n and ross' relationship. warnings, mentions of quarantine, getting a tattoo (nothing graphic) (lmk if i missed anything) word count, 3289 words

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If people knew Ross MacDonald, they knew you too. You and Ross had been together since the beginning of time, or at least long before the first album came out.

You and Ross were complete opposites which was what made you both so perfect together. Where he was quiet and a little more introverted, you were much more outgoing and extroverted. You were the golden retriever and he was the black cat.

Fans noticed the sweet moment between you, so edits were made, and of course video compilations.

Ross MacDonald and Y/N Y/L/N being in love for 10-minutes straight

The first clip was one fans knew very well. It was originally posted on Matty's Instagram and then later reposted on every 1975 fan account known to man.

You usually went to the first couple of shows with them, but due to scheduling conflicts, you couldn't make it to the first couple of shows like you normally would for the "At Their Very Best" tour.

Unbeknownst to Ross s, your schedule cleared up so you worked with the band to surprise him.

The video started and the first shot was of Ross' back as he and Matty walked down the hotel hallway toward Ross' room. The camera flipped quickly back to Matty who gave the camera an exasperated face as Ross continued to drone on about something.

"Ross, just open the door," Matty begged.

Ross raised a brow but opened the door and was greeted to balloons all over the ground before you popped up from behind the bed, "Surprise!" You shouted.

Ross stared at you trying to decipher if you were real and if you were actually there. "What?" Was all Ross said before he dropped his stuff on the ground and tackled you onto the bed and hugged you.

The short video ended right as you pulled away from the hug to cup his face and pull him in for a kiss.

The next clip was taken by a fan. It was a little grainy and the fan's hands were shaking but Ross was clearly in the shot and he could be seen looking up to the higher level of the theater up to someone.

The camera then panned up and when the camera focused, you were the person Ross was talking to from the stage. Matty was talking on stage and Ross was trying to be as inconspicuous as he could as to not draw attention up to you but it wasn't working.

You waved and he waved back discreetly. You drew a heart and blew him a kiss, laughing when he looked away, seemingly embarrassed.

"Y/N!" Matty shouted into the mic, making the crowd go wild when they realized you were there, "Stop distracting Ross!" He looked up at you on the balcony as everyone laughed.

"Sorry!" You shouted back with a laugh, waving to the crowd and blowing them a big kiss.

Something the band did before they went on stage showed what they were doing behind the scenes, leading up to them walking on stage.

So, fans went wild when everyone first showed up on the big screen, all in the green room, getting ready to head on stage. The camera panned around the room and you could feel the walls vibrate when the camera panned over to Matty.

You were listening to whatever Matty was talking about while also tying Ross' tie. You took a step back and looked at him, "Good?"

"Good." You gave him two thumbs up. You were both unaware of the camera filming you, both too stuck in your own little world. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled, leaning into his neck.

He hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist, "I'll see you out there." He pulled away, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, and if you don't, it's cause I'm getting funnel cake." You joked and he laughed, "I saw a funnel cake stand when we were walking around."

"You gonna save me some?" You nodded, "All right, I'll see you after."

"See you after." You both met halfway and kissed, "Be awesome rockstar." You pulled away and cupped his face.

No one could tell what either of you was saying, but they could tell that it was filled with love and that you both were in love. You pressed a kiss to his lips quickly before stepping away and waving.

The clip then switched over to a picture of you and Ross that you had posted. It wasn't anything special, just a sweet photo of you and Ross after an award show, looking nice and dressed up. Your arm was looped through his as you both smiled sweetly for the camera.

The photo was just something to look at while audio from a podcast you had done played in the background.

"I'm curious, and I know a lot of other people are curious too, what is it like dating a musician who is as high profile as Ross?" The host, Katya, asked.

You nodded, "It's a question I get asked often." You smiled, "But I never mind answering it and I'll answer it as honestly as I can. I don't know anything else."

"Really?" The other host, Lily asked.

"Yeah, he's my first serious boyfriend, and we've been together since, like, 2011, like a year before their first album went public. I had like middle school and high school boyfriends, but it was never as serious as it is with Ross."

"That's crazy," Lily commented.

"I know, it is. But, it really is the only thing I know. The long breaks, the tours, the getting recognized every so often." You shrugged, "But the one thing that I never take for granted is because we do long distance for such a long period of time, it just makes us cherish the time we do get to spend together."

"That's so sweet." You blushed as they both cooed.

"So, having been there since the beginning of the release process, what was that like?"

"Crazy, after Sex came out, everything went so quickly and I barely had time to comprehend. Then their first album came out and I felt like a chicken without a head for a good year after." They both laughed.

"So, they really went from being not famous and working normal jobs to almost the entire country knowing their names and their songs."

"Yeah, and it was a little scary at first, not gonna lie." You all shared a laugh, "But seeing how far they've all come, I'm proud, really. I feel like a proud mom."

"So, do you have a favorite song?" They both laughed when you gasped.

"You're trying to get me in trouble." You shook your head, "Um, not really I love them all equally."

"But off the record?"

"Off the record..." You blew out a breath, "Chocolate."

"Chocolate." You nodded.

"Good choice." Katya reached across the table and gave you a high five.

The next clip was a series of photos taken by the paparazzi. You didn't get paps taking pictures of you often, but when you did, it was usually you two together, and it was something sweet.

The first photo is of one of you two caught at dinner, sitting together. It's a real cliche. You were sitting across from each other with a candle in front of you, holdings hands from across the table and looking at each other like the other hung the moon.

The next was one that floated around Twitter for a while. It was a photo taken outside of a bar where the band was throwing an after-party after one of their shows, and you were in the middle of hopping bars when the photo was taken.

You were all waiting for Matty as you stood outside. You were wearing a tank top and had left your jacket in the car and it was cold, so Ross, being the good boyfriend, stood close to you and wrapped his jacket around you and managed to keep you warm.

The last in the dump was one even you posted. It was you and Ross at the airport. George was seen in the back, but the main focus was you and Ross.

You were walking beside him, on the opposite side of where all the cameras were. You both had sunglasses on to cover the bags from jet lag. You were carrying a small bag while Ross carried a backpack and dragged along two suitcases and if fans looked close enough, they would be able to read the luggage tags with your name on them.

The next clip was taken by a fan, again. The fan was waiting in line at a meet and greet the band was doing. The group in front of her moved and the fan who was filming walked up, handing her phone to the other person she was with.

The first person at the table was Matty. She got her CD and vinyl signed before making it to the end where Ross was, "Hi." She smiled nervously.

"Hello." He smiled, grabbing the sharpie and signing her items. As he signed her items, she pulled out a bracelet from her bag. It was a little bracelet she had made for you with your initials and a heart with cute colored beads.

He looked up from the signing when he was done, "What's that?" He asked, a smile on his face.

"I made a bracelet for Y/N." The girl answered, a smile on her face when Ross laughed.

"Did you? Oh, my." He gasped when she handed it to him, "Oh, she's gonna love it. She loves little bracelets, especially when it's homemade."

"That makes me happy." She beamed.

"Would you like a picture?"

The next photo that flashed on the screen was from your story and it was a photo of you smiling while wearing the little bracelet the fan had made you.

The caption read 'Thank you to the fan who made this for me! I love it so much and love you all!'

The photo then transitioned into a video taken by one of the cameramen who works at the concerts. it was a clip that went viral in the world of The 1975.

About You was a popular song on the album and it had gone viral so most fans knew it. Most of the time, on tour, Polly sang it, Carly sang it, and while you weren't a member of the band, you could sing.

Occasionally Ross would come home and tell you about a song they were working on and you would give your input and he would take it back to the band, so you were an unofficial member of the band.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome a very special friend to us all, in her first live performance ever, Mrs. Ross Macdonald herself," At that, the crowd went wild, "Miss Y/N Y/L/N!" You walked out onto the stage, waving to the crowd before hugging Matty and Adam.

You waved to the band, blew Polly a kiss, then met Ross halfway across the stage. You hugged and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before waving to the crowd again.

"You ready, Y/N?"

"So ready." You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. The music started. and you felt every nerve in your body go off. Ross kept glancing back at you, and when he finally caught your eye, he smiled.

You smiled back and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes as you sang the bridge, almost in your own world, "And there's something about you..."

Another video from a fan from a different angle was added. It was first on you, then moved across the stage over to Ross who was watching you, a smile on his face and what could only be described as the look of love on his face.

"...I never know what to think about." You opened your eyes and everyone went insane. You then became aware of just how many phones and cameras were pointed at you and smiled shyly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N!" Matty shouted into the microphone, making the crowd again go wild. You waved before blowing air kisses to the crowd and hugging Ross again.

"How was that?" You asked nervously.

"So good." He kissed your forehead briefly before pulling away and hugging Matty and Adam. Before leaving the stage, you blew more air kisses to George, Polly, and the band on the set's second floor.

"She's so great, isn't she?" Matty spoke into the microphone once you were off stage, and you could hear the crowd from backstage in response to his question.

The next clip was a photo and video you had posted on your Instagram. It was no secret that Ross was covered in tattoos, so after you and Ross were sure and discussed it, you decided to get matching tattoos.

It wasn't anything drastic or anything too flashy, but it was something simple you had decided on. It was just each of your initials and they were in each of your handwriting, so you wrote the first letter of his name and vice versa.

The photo was you standing side by side, your hands in the frame so it showed the initials tattooed on your hands. It was small and not really noticeable unless you really looked for it.

The photo then transitioned into a video of you and Ross getting your tattoos. You were sitting in chairs next to each other. His hand was in your lap and it was clear with the way you weren't talking and the look, you were nervous. Ross knew this, so he did his best to comfort you from the chair next to you.

"Did you know flamingos sleep standing up?" Ross asked, trying anything to keep you calm.

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Did you know that giraffe's tongues are pink?"

"Ross Macdonald, I love you, but you are stressing me out." You glared at him.

"All right, I tried." He raised his hands in surrender, "You still doing good though?" He asked.

"I'm good." You reassured, "Can we turn on some music or something?"

The comments were crazy after you posted it. They all found it cute that Ross was trying to comfort you with random animal facts and found it cute that you were getting matching tattoos of your initials.

The next was a series of videos taken by fans from the same show. You were outside in the front of the building they were performing, a big bouquet of flowers in your hands.

You were smiling and waving to fans, "Hi, oh, my goodness." You gasped, “It’s so nice to see all of you.” You stopped by the barricade of the fans and took some pictures.

A fan handed you a sharpie and you started signing things that they held out. It wasn’t anything you were used to, so it was cool.

“Wow, this is new.” You laughed, “I’ve never had people ask for my autograph.” The group of fans whose items you were signing laughed.

"Are those for Ross?" The girl next to the fan who was filming asked.

"Yeah." You admitted, and they all gasped then all cooed about how cute it was, "Most of the time, the flowers in our home are for him, not that he never gets me them, but I like getting them for him whenever I can. It's a nice surprise." You shrugged, signing your name on someone's CD cover.

"Do you listen to The 1975?" Someone shouted as security led you inside the theater.

"Of course! They're my top artist every year on Spotify!" You laughed.

During quarantine, you were locked in your house obviously, so, while locked in your home, a cat had found its way into your backyard and had taken habitat in your flower patch in the sun.

You documented the whole process of you finding it, watching it from your kitchen window, then finally taking it in.

The first photo you posted on your story was a picture you had taken from your kitchen window of the cat, who at that point was nameless. The cat was laying in your flower patch in the sun.

The caption you had put on the photo was, "My flowers may be destroyed, but we have a new friend!"

The next video from your Instagram cat story was a video of Ross walking out into your garden, in his pajamas. You both approached the cat who was now standing by a tree in your backyard.

"Here, kitty." Ross cooed softly as he approached the cat with treats in hand. You stood back a distance, filming him as the cat hissed at him, "Geez!" Ross quickly retracted his hat as the cat practically pounced toward him.

"Be careful." You called out.

"Gee, thanks." He rolled his eyes. He held his hand out carefully with the food in it. The cat looked at it before approaching him and sniffing the food.

The cat then started eating the food out of his hand and once it was all gone, looked at Ross expediently, "Well, I guess that's a good sign." Ross turned around and headed towards the house.

The cat hopped off the ledge and followed him, "Ross..." You called out in awe that the cat was following him. He turned around and saw the cat trotting along behind him.

"I guess this is a very good sign." He shrugged, opening the door to your home and letting the cat enter before he followed.

The next photo was a photo of the cat snugging in Ross' arms with the caption, "Meet Biscuit!"

The last photo of your saga was a photo of Biscuit asleep on Ross' chest, who was also asleep, on the couch with the caption "Just a boy and his father".

A fan account had posted the photos you had posted of Ross and Biscuit and photos Ross had posted of you and Biscuit with the caption, "mom and dad are officially a mom and dad".

The last video you and Ross had posted together on your Instagrams. It was only a matter of time before you got married, and when you posted your engagement photos, the fans went wild.

It was a professional-looking wedding video. It started out with you and Ross standing in your hotel rooms, getting ready. The wedding, from what fans, could tell, was small with only your close friends and family.

A soft instrumental version of Robbers played in the background as you and Ross got ready. Your dress was zipped up while he straightened out his tie.

Then you were seen walking down towards a garden towards Ross, who was standing with his back to you, and it was clear at that moment, it was a video of your first look.

You smoothed out the front of your dress before taking a breath and reaching up to tap on his shoulder. He turned around and gasped, covering his mouth in shock.

After he got over the initial shock, he immediately wrapped you in a hug as he tried to sort out his thoughts. Nothing you were saying could be heard, but 'You look fucking amazing.' could be read falling from his lips.

The rest of the video was shots of you and Ross looking more in love than anyone could've thought, but the last shot of the video was a pan out from your seats at the reception.

You were sitting side by side, watching your guests on the dance floor with your head on his shoulder and his suit jacket around your shoulders.

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silviakundera · 4 months

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Dramas I watched in 2023

[Chinese Dramas]

My Journey to You - Wuxia. Spy games, badass ladies, subtextually homoerotic cousins. Gentle & sweet ML who melts the cold & calculated heart of FL assassin. Gorgeous setting and cinematography. Left me with a burning desire to see Zhang Ling He play more gentle babygirl MLs and Esther Yu to play more anti-heroes. Absolutely perfect to me.., if we just pretend the director didn't add a pointless cliffhanger in the last 5 min. Which is how I choose to live my life.

Story of Kunning Palace - 'rebirth' costume drama that I waited to air for like 2 years or something and then it... actually didn't disappoint? And was almost everything I wanted? 😳😲 This is THE couple for that post about the pair that need to be stuck in a neverending monogamous relationship with each other as a quarantine measure to protect everyone else.

A Journey to Love - wuxia perfection. The stand-out drama that I wasn't expecting. Murder mommy & murder daddy became an otp for the ages and all of the supporting characters were interesting and dynamic. I cared about so many more characters than I expected and never fast fowarded. Just immensely satisfying.

The Ingenious One - wuxia with a weak, scheming scholar protagonist on a revenge quest (yes, we've all heard that before!) who puts together a group to execute his cons, Leverage style. I love me a martial artist x weak scholar couple 👌. Some exciting twists & turns in this one. Both A Journey to Love and The Ingenious One are best enjoyed coming in with little to no information. Hell, skip the trailers and simply dive in!

Hidden Love - Modern drama. Top tier romance-novel-on-screen writing and acting. It felt honest and real. The coming of age arc for the FL was well done. Great brother & sister relationship that feels authentic. The ML's backstory was so heart breaking because it was never overplayed for melodramatics. Just a quiet pain, a distance and a burden he carried with him.

Road Home - Modern. "Do you remember who I am?" / "Yes. If I were to turn to ashes, I would still remember you." I am very weak for the "reunited exes", "second time around" trope when the actors are capable and the breakup wasn't a narratively convenient 'misunderstanding'. As a career woman who works very long hours, I also tend to appreciate modern drama relationships where the couple manages to stay functional & supportive while not having a lot of free time for each other. That's my version of wish fulfillment 😂. I felt like this narrative made me fully understand why they couldn't make a long distance relationship work as young adults but now they're ready and have experienced enough of the world to know that they are happier with their lives joined together than apart.

Love You Seven Times - xanxia. I wrote a whole review post (love letter) on this one, since it seems rather underrated. I feel like this one may actually end up one of my fav examples of the genre. I just sincerely bought into the couple and their mutual devotion.

The Last Immortal - xanxia. Terrible trailer but turns out to be a decent show. I'm a fan of the genre, so I'm enjoying it. (I think you do need to be, to enjoy it - it doesn't transcend or really subvert..just a solid representation of xanxia) I like both lead actors and they do a good job with the material. It's working better for me than Ancient Love Poetry and Ashes of Love. After being eager for Song of the Moon in 2022 but then being let down (I dropped that one quick), I'm very happy 2023 brought me 2 xanxia I liked.

Three Body - modern sci-fi. Book 1 of my fav sci-fi trilogy of recent years. As a novel fan first, I was pleased to see it on screen with talented actors. Eager for book 2.

Love Me, Love My Voice - modern drama with an unusual couple (2 introverts) and dubbing fandom hyper fixation. A laid back relaxation drama, to de-stress with. Minimal plot, no conflict. Just sweet slow burn relationship building, singing & audio performances. Supportive friendships.

Here We Meet Again - modern drama that suffered from sloppy editing. I mean almost incoherent editing in a couple places, like when they are counting down the days until getting married and then.. It's not mentioned again? 🙃 But I very much enjoyed the couple's chemistry. I can't say it was objectively good but it sure was compulsively watchable for some reason.

Royal Rumors - Costume drama that was so aggressively mediocre that I don't have any real explanation for not dropping it. Except I find the lead actress unspeakably alluring. Blame my hormones.

Dropped

Back to the Brink - xanxia. Great concepts but the execution didn't work for me. I'm not a fan of slapstick and wacky humor within serious subject matter. (It's the reason kdramas can be very hit or miss with me.) The amount of humor layered into AJourney to Love is basically my limit for tragicomedies. (Note: I did go read the book and it was very entertaining - the tone was much more to my taste.)

My Lethal Man - modern. Embarassing english name, but they had me in the first half, not gonna lie. Then after her identity was exposed, I wasn't feeling it idk. Sometimes it's just not that complicated.

Destined/Chang Feng Du - costume drama. idk really why I dropped. I watched about a 3rd of it and then was distracted by other shiny objects. I plan to come back to this one in 2024 and finish.

Romance of the Twin Flower - costume drama; unholy abomination of a great novel. I hope somehow, someday, the culprits pay for their crime. Need I say more?

[Korean Dramas]

Perfect Revenge Marriage - a modern rebirth tale. For the 90% of it, I was high on the love of a drama that is just what you didn't know you wanted. The camp, the dedication, the scenery chewing, the glorious evil step mother. It was magical. And then the last 2 episodes I found underwhelming. I can't really explain it, the climax just didn't hit for me. But that's very much a personal taste issue and I'd definitely recommend to all drama lovers who enjoy the genre. Seriously, the performance of evil step mommy was a master class.

King the Land - modern workplace romance. I've heard complaints that there wasn't much of plot. But tbh that was fine with me, because some dramas are simply character pieces. This was all about the personal growth of the FL and ML. I ended up invested and rooting for the ML to become a decent guy who isn't a gross classist like his dad.

Destined with You - modern reincarnation drama. I blame my lingering kdrama good feelings about King the Land for convincing me to keep powering thru this one. Such a strong start but then half-way in I began to realize it simply wasn't going to go into the direction I wanted it to. I still have no idea what they intended to communicate with that love potion subplot.

Vincenzo - modern crime drama. I was late to the party on this one. But after I got around to watching the delightful Kinnporsche, this was rec'd to me as another drama that embraced the bigger than life unreality of Fantasy Mafia™ and provides a rollicking good time. Absolutely ridiculous and compulsively watchable. 10/10.

[American]

House of the Dragon - Awful people doing awful things to each other, as a 1st act before everything goes straight to hell. Plus freaky dragon-riding fantasy incest. What's there not to like?

Fall of the House of Usher (YES i DO watch every horror drama by Mike Flanagan thx) - Was it as good as the first 3..? No. Did I still breathlessly binge it in 2 days? Yes. Awful things happening to awful people, poetically. 👌 👌

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lolita-lollipop · 2 years

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I just had an idea! So think about this we still are in zoom for classes and Aizawa is just teaching his class? And then we come in saying like dad or other things trying to get his attention or help how would us react ?? would they go Yandere?

YANDERE CLASS 1A X READER X YANDERE PARENTS ERASERMIC

The coronavirus had changed many things in the average lives of the 1A students, like the new restrictions on going off-school perimeters, the mask-wearing in public classes, and most drastically, the zoom classes from inside their dorm rooms. The only class that was allowed outside their hero class, and even that was done privately one on one. These kids spent alllllll day locked up in their rooms, it was suitable for more introverted students like Yokoyama or Jiro immensely enjoyed it, they didn’t have to speak to many, and the schoolwork was so much faster. But extroverted students, like Kirishima or mina, or maybe even bakugo, loathed it.

The only human interaction they got was with teachers, or with students through a screen. Bakugo spent all day blasting music, screaming at anyone who knocked on his door, mina was exceptionally irritable, and Kirishima pretty much spent all day watching Spanish soap operas. Not to mention the fourteen other students practically dying in their dorms. They all desperately needed something to cheer them up.

Then they all saw you.

It was small, just a peek. It was around the end of the school day, English with present mic. Or in other words, the worst class of the day. They’d all been crammed onto a zoom call with the oh-so-bubbly blonde, half asleep, longing to go outside and save some child from a pile of burning rubble. Or even get attacked by the LOV! anything- literally anything other than listening to this man ramble on about conjugations and verbs. Bakugo was screaming with his mic muted, Deku was legitimately watching the green paint on his wall dry, and Mina was learning a dance from thirty years ago. Everything was so dull.

Then. You came along.

“To conjugate a word in English you have to first take the subject and place it behind the action, then you-“ Mic rambled on, clicking through a PowerPoint to teach these poor kids English. He was cut off not long after, the door behind him creaking open with a looonnnnggg squeak, mic stopped speaking, expecting it to be his other husband getting home from work. The mic was in quarantine at the moment, working from home, bored. After the loud creak, I showed you, dressed in a pink pajama ensemble, hair pulled back into two low pigtails, a tired look on your face even though it was 3:00 in the afternoon. Probably the aftereffect of the “special tea” you’ve been drinking, the second they all saw you. They. Fell. In. Love.

“Papa? I can’t find my cat- have you seen her?” You peeped out, clearly not recognizing the zoom call, mic whipped his head around at your voice, immediately muting his microphone. All of the students could see how mics face brightened up, how he smiled at you as he spoke a few words. Pointing to the small cat in the corner of the room. Immediately the tiny girl picked it up, turning around to say goodbye to Mic. The class was mesmerized by that far-away look in your eyes. Then you saw the screen and realized what you had done, your face went pale, and your eyes widened. Immediately you ran out of the room and closed the door. Mic let out a chuckle and unmuted, just to be bombarded with questions.

“Who was that?”

“Why is there a girl in your room Mr mic?”

“Is that your daughter?”

“Does she go to ua?”

The smile completely wiped off of his face, realizing what his entire class of students just saw. The girl who went missing not long ago. They all now had witnessed her in person. Oh god oh god oh god. It’s fine, not the end of the world, he can play this off, this call isn’t being filmed, this is just a coincidence, you just happened to be there. No one will know.

“Yes yes that’s just my daughter, I told her not To come in here, sorry for the interruption class, now let’s get back to-“

“What’s her name? How old is she? Does she go to u.a?” Izuku quickly mumbled, taking out his notebook. He had to know who this girl was, she was just- just so amazing. Was this a quirk? This has to be a quirk right? He just asked the questions everyone was thinking about, an obsession clouded every single student's brain at that moment.

“A-ah- invested aren’t we? Her name is y/n, and she’s homeschooled so no. Now back to learning the English literature, because we are in English class”

“Wait but-“ Izuku attempted to continue questioning, but Mic clicked the mute button on all his students. That’s one plus of this miserable pandemic, whenever you don’t want to hear someone, you can just turn them off. that’s enough about you, let’s hope that all the students forget about it, forget about you. Goddamn. So much for letting you walk around without quirk canceling cuffs, your quirk is… special. It makes a sense of protection for anyone who lays eyes on you, makes everyone feel the need to keep you safe. It always works against you though, that’s why your “parents” pulled you out of school. They’ll forget about it. They will.

…

Flashback: they didn’t

days passed by and every single class that Aizawa held with his students, along with Mic, was filled with questions about the young girl they saw in the camera a single time. some students were subtle, and some were not, some would just ask if he had any other children and mix the topic of you in, and some would outright ask to see you (aka our spiky-haired friend bakugo). It worried both of your parents, not only did a large group of hormonally influenced teenagers not only know of your existence, but your quirk has taken over their minds. it was like a parasite.

So, the two would hope for the best and shut down the students every time they asked about you, instead assigning homework to anyone who asked. It wasn't long before they started doing research on you, looking to find you on any platform, every social media app. any google searches, nothing.

it was like nobody knew that the two well-known pro heroes had a daughter, which was quite odd, considering the paparazzi follows them everywhere. While a few of the students gave up hope of finding who you were at least, others took to... less legal ways of research, paying off anyone who would be up to searching the deepest darkest crevices of the web.

Until one night, a month or two after catching glimpse of you, Izuku Midoria was sent the results from his barely legal endeavor. he read through the pages with wide eyes, you would be surprised what someone can do from a computer. Pages upon Pages of info on a screenshot he had taken of this mysterious girl. He didn't understand what it was about her that enthralled him as it did, but oh boy was he caught in this trap.

something that caught his eye though was a specific photo of a newspaper article reading:

"MISSING

reported October 7th 2018

11 year old female missing after going on a walk with her dog (golden retriever), dog was found, child was not. Bearing h/c hair, s/c skin, e/c eyes, and around 5'2 in height. wearing a blue striped sweater and jean shorts, hair tied in short ponytail.

Any information found by civilians should be reported to nearest hero agency, or police organizations"

It was you, it had to be, it was your description exactly, and a photo of you, just younger than what you looked like on camera. this little girl in the newspaper, aged four years, yup, it was you. But why was a missing little girl in his homeroom teacher's house? So, he sent it to Ochoco, and asked for her thoughts, who then sent in to mina and tsuyu and momo, and by the end of the day the information was out for the public of class 1-a to see.

Then a groupchat was made, and theories were shared. Of course, they couldn't go to the police about this, because they would be accusing some of the top heroes of a serious felony, and no one would believe them, but they couldn't just do nothing. After all, you just seemed so helpless, so small, like you didn't know how to protect yourself like you needed them to protect you. And they would.

Bakugo proposed just finding where they live and "storming the fuckin house" to find you, but many objected, they would be fighting top heroes, and their teachers at that, teachers that know how each and every one of these students fight. Maybe they could try to talk to you if you just so happen to show up in the background again? but what is the chance of that happening?

Then The person who started all of this conversation, deku, made the best and most effective proposition.

blackmail.

It was a simple plan, one that no one could mess up, that could guarantee results. They wanted to see you, not for a few seconds, not just a glimpse, no, they all wanted to look at you for hours. so that's what they would get. Each student sent the information on you, the missing child posters, the newspaper articles on the mysterious disappearance, everything.

To say the next zoom class with Aizawa was tense was an... understatement. There Aizawa was, sitting in his leather rolly chair like normal, acting like nothing happened, not saying anything, just staring at his students, and they stared right back.

" I understand you all have made a discovery, and I have a reasonable explanation for it" He started, focusing his camera, nobody spoke up after that they just continued to stare, continued waiting for him to explain with his "reasonable explanation".

"You see, my husband and I adopted y/n over the summer when we were visiting the u.s. No one else was going to because of her quirk, so we took it upon ourselves as heroes to save he-'

"Cut the bullshit, I know what I want, and it is not to hear you drone on for an hour. We could anonymously send this to the press, and you'd be knee-deep in accusations." Bakugo interrupted, being specially fed up with the fact that this man that's supposed to be a law-following hero committed such a crime, and doesn't even have the conscious, to tell the truth once found out.

"If anything is released then you will never see her again, I know what she does to people, what she's done to your minds, and I understand it. We could... agree upon something." Nobody wanted that, they NEEDED to see you, and although they didn't know why they knew they did. and they didn't need an explanation.

"I want to see her, every meeting, every class, in person or not. I. Want. To. See. Her." Mina continued Bakugo's sentence for him,

"As her father, I will warn you all, if you so much as think about her in the wrong way, I don't care if you're my student, I will hang you with my scarf." Everybody looked at Mineta's screen after he said this, knowing damn well you weren't ever going to speak to him, nobody would allow it. Not in a million years.

"We would never hurt her. we swear on it"

And with a sigh, Aizawa huffed and scrunched his eyebrows, looking more than upset, looking more than anxious, he looked terrified.

"class dismissed, see you tommorow"

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"sweetheart? can you come to talk to me and papa for a few moments, you can go back to reading your book in a second, but we need to tell you something" Your daddy's voice piped in from the living room, you'd been lying in bed and reading one of the only books they'd allowed you to have, it was odd that he sounded so serious, they never had that tone with you. so you made your way down the stairs, only to be met with the sight of your parents, sitting on the couch and looking grim.

"Yeah. uh- what's happening? am I in trouble?" you questioned, it was a very rare occurrence that they looked upset around you unless it was getting angry that you were trying to be grown up when you weren't. that was common.

"no baby, weve just been thinking. About how lonely you seem to be when we're working, all you have is the cats and occasionally the birds by the window. So we decided to enroll you into U.A, the school we work at, as a teachers aid" Aizawa lied through his teeth, immediately a smile lit up on your face, you'd been begging them for ages to let you go to school, even if it was just a little low budget school. this was amazing!

"oh my god! really! thank you thank you thank you! I love you so much! when do I start! what classes am I in? will I get to have real friends?" you spluttered out a multitude of questions, the little sparkle in your eye that had been lost for weeks finally had returned, it was cute, and the parents were glad it made you this happy.

Usually, kids would be VERY upset about having to go back to school, like having summer break end, but you were the opposite, the last instance of freedom you had before you stayed home 24/7 was our little middle school, with no parents hovering, no childish teaching methods, just you and school. and then they even took that away. so regaining that freedom was amazing!

" Hold on sweetheart, it's a big step to go from homeschool to high school, so most of your classes will be with us, you'll be in class 1A, and any times where you arent with us, you will be with one of our trusted friends. do you remember ms? midnight?" The minor inconveniences to your newfound freedom didn't dampen your mood.

"that's okay... but can I have friends?"

"Of course sweetheart. as long as we approve, there are so many good boys and girls in my class, you'll love it" Aizawa replied, thinking about the little bastards making him thrust his daughter into the scary new world. fucking bastards. he and Mic caught eyes for a moment, before continuing.

"You start in two days.

be ready" --------------------------------------------------- I swear im not dead, just been working on my drafts so i can clear out my inbox, if you see any grammer flaws, no you didnt.

anyway, this account has 1,700 followers now, and I'm doing a special. someone give me an idea in the comments plz.

have a wonderful day anon! and all those who read! bye bye!

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sage-nebula · 4 months

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I'm probably about as introverted as a person can get. Like I'm "enjoys being in quarantine" levels of introverted. People who say "no one is exclusively introverted" have never met me because buddy, I can go months without human interaction and be A-OK.

But having said that, I love and value community so much.

This past week I've been sick. Friday night at about 8pm I placed a grocery delivery order for some canned soup, Gatorade, and Dayquil/Nyquil. I didn't expect anyone to pick it up that late, but someone did. When the order arrived, I thanked the woman profusely (I also tipped well dw), and she said, "When I saw the soup and Gatorade I said oh, this person's sick, so I got it."

And I'm still thinking about that days later. Like yeah, she got paid, and I tipped 25%. But also, it was lateish at night, and she could've ignored the job. But she didn't because she looked at the list, realized it was Time For Illness, and decided to help out.

I'll never see that woman again. I wouldn't recognize her if I did. But it's little things like that that make up a community. It's not about socializing, it's about helping when and how you can. A few weeks ago, the wind knocked over my elderly neighbor's trash can, so I went out and picked up the trash off the street and put it back for her because I didn't want her to have to bother with it in the cold. And this past Friday, a kind lady took my lateish night grocery order because she could tell I was sick.

I'm the last person to show up to functions. I'm just not sociable. But community is so important, you know? Being there for others is so important. Just in whatever little ways you can. It really does make a difference.

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glasskit · 2 months

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idea: mlp:fim infection au but it's about cuddling instead of anything scary.

during the first stage it would make ponies much more susceptible to loneliness. even a few minutes where your friend goes to the bathroom would be emotionally painful. they would only move onto the next stage if they are not touch averse.

the second stage would be that they'd get the strong urge to hug and cuddle with other creatures. it would be more severe for ponies who are touch starved. the loneliness would also get worse, making it so alone time just isn't a possibility.

the third and final stage would be a strong urge to cuddle with a lot of creatures. at this stage ponies would likely gather and create large cuddle piles, only leaving the cuddle piles to gather food and supplies for the group. (and even then, they wouldn't be able to go alone because of the loneliness)

you'd think the introverts would be upset by this but the strong urge to be with other creatures would probably override most of their need to be alone.

i can imagine the government of equestria would try their best to make everything as easy as possible for every pony with the infection. for example, the princesses would probably make it so ponies are allowed to bring their friends to their jobs (even if they don't help) so that the loneliness doesn't get too painful for them. ponies in the third stage would likely be quarantined in a facility with their cuddle pile so that the ponies don't forget to get food or take care of themselves

one of my ideas is that maybe the infection could be caused by a spell gone wrong. maybe the spell caster's intentions are just to make others more lonely so that they will hang out with them.

#long post #not super long but yeah #mlp fim #mlp infection au #mlp infected au #mypostss #this is kinda dumb but i love it anyway

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Stress Relief | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda finds herself in need of some relaxation during a stressful period in her life

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.6K

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A/N: This was a request from @jgmg10. Enjoy! Did I have flashbacks to the start of the pandemic and quarantine MMHMM

This wasn’t the way you had intended March to go. You were supposed to be flying to Berlin at the end of the month for work, but with the world shutting down it looked like you would be stuck at home for a while. The idea of working from home seemed like a novelty at first. Most of your job was done online anyways, so you didn’t necessarily need to go into the office every day. You were looking forward to the prospect of working in your pajamas from the comfort of your own every day: no annoying coworkers to distract you from the daily grind of tasks, no boss breathing down your neck every chance he could, no mandatory after-work get-togethers. Most people would describe you as a loner. You called yourself an introvert. So the idea of not having to leave the house to see anyone sounded like a pretty good tradeoff for not getting sick. However, your plans were shaken up when your next-door neighbor, Wanda Maximoff, ended up moving in with you.

Wanda and her brother, Pietro, were renting the house next to yours. Wanda was a librarian at the local elementary school while Pietro was working his way through a stressful emergency medicine residency at St. Matthew’s Hospital downtown. When things started getting bad, he offered to move in with some of the other residents in order to keep Wanda safe. She said no, of course, insisting that he stay in the house while she looked for a place to stay. You happened to overhear her while she was pacing around the backyard on the phone with someone, searching frantically for a new housing situation. The idea popped into your head before you could think about it, and before you realized what you were doing you heard yourself offer up the guest room for her. You heard the person on the other end of the line continue rambling as Wanda stared at you, trying to weigh the situation as she hung up the phone. She was wary of your intentions, seeing as you two hadn’t really spoken before. But once you assured her that you weren’t a serial killer, that you had more than enough room to spare, and that she wouldn’t be a burden she graciously took you up on your offer.

You couldn’t believe that you’d actually offered your house up to a stranger. You’d exchanged pleasantries a few times, having stopped to chat with her when you ran into her on a walk one night, but that was it. Wanda was cute, there was no denying that. Your heart fluttered in your chest every time you saw her. But your social anxiety won out against the small voice in your head that encouraged you to go talk to her. Truth be told it didn’t bother you. You were more than content with the way your life was going and you didn’t necessarily need anyone to make you feel complete.

Wanda moved in within the week, bringing a couple of suitcases and a backpack with her. Neither of you knew how long this would last, so she brought enough to be comfortable for a while. You’d already made the guest room up for her, changing the sheets and vacuuming and dusting to make sure she felt right at home. She settled in quietly, spending most of that first day unpacking and setting up her work-from-home setup. The presence of another body in your house was slightly unnerving at first. While you knew she wasn’t any sort of threat, just the knowledge that there was someone else in your space was enough to set you on edge for a while. Within a few weeks, the two of you settled into a somewhat routine. Her schedule started earlier than yours, so you only really saw each other in the evenings after work. One of you would be in the kitchen making dinner, and the other would stop by and chat. Like you, Wanda was quiet. It took her a while to open up past more than general pleasantries, but once she did you were amazed at how forthcoming she was. Many nights were spent laughing over dinner or trying to figure out the latest show to binge while it felt like the lockdown would never end. But you never spent any more time together than that.

You were sitting in the living room, drinking a beer while watching reruns of Miami Vice after a rough week at work. The stress of the state of the world was starting to get to you and you needed something to take your mind off things. The escape into the world of pastel colors, shoulder pads, and palm trees offered little relief, but it was good enough for the time being. As you flopped on the couch, engrossed in the police chase, Wanda wandered up from the basement. She’d started taking nightly workout classes over Zoom. It was the way she was dealing with the stress of the lockdown and the whole online learning nightmare. She walked into the living room, groaning as she flopped onto the floor in front of the couch.

“You good?” you asked, tilting your head off the pillow as you lay on the couch.

“No. My back is so stiff right now I can barely move,” she groaned. She stretched her arms over her head as she twisted side to side, hoping something might relieve the tension.

“Do you want me to try and massage it out for you?”

Wanda looked at you, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah, right. You’re just looking for a chance to feel me up, aren’t you?” she guffawed.

“Wanda, if I’d wanted to feel you up I would’ve done it by now.” She rolled her eyes at you, smirking as she did so. “But if you just want to suffer in silence instead, that’s okay, too,” you told her as you turned your attention back to the screen.

“Fine. But I swear if you try anything funny-”

“Relax, Wanda. I won’t do anything like that. I promise.” You sat up on the couch, swinging your legs around so they hung off the couch. Wanda pushed herself off the floor, groaning as she leaned back into child’s pose before standing up. She glanced down at your lap. “Come on, lay down and I’ll make all your worries disappear,” you teased.

“Right,” she drolled. She walked over to the couch, lying down on her belly and scooching her way up so that her chest was resting squarely on your legs. She crossed her arms above her head, resting her forehead on her forearms as you felt her full weight across your lower body.

“You’re sweaty,” you observed as you placed your hands on her shoulders.

“Shut up,” a muffled response came from the head that was buried in the couch. Smiling to yourself, you began to massage her shoulders. Your hands kneaded the tight muscles, squeezing and releasing them as you tried to help work out the knots that peppered the entirety of her back. As you worked your hands down to the small of her back, a groan fell from Wanda’s lips. “Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured as you circled your thumbs around the knots on either side of her spine.

Your fingers walked their way up her spine, tracing small circles around her tense muscles. You felt your heart speed up as you felt the curves of her body, her tight-fitting workout shirt leaving little to the imagination. Her breath hitched as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing a jolt of arousal to shoot through your body. Swallowing hard, you prayed that you wouldn’t do anything to embarrass yourself while she was lying right on top of you. But as you worked your fingers harder, Wanda’s moans became louder.

“You enjoying yourself?” you teased.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned. Without any coaxing, she rolled her hips into the couch. You bit your lower lip as you watched her squirm against you. Your hands were on her lower back and while you were about to run them back up and under her shirt, you boldly moved them down to caress the curve of her bum.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to cop a feel,” she remarked as she felt your hand cup her.

“Are you gonna stop me?”

“No.”

Wanda turned over on her back as you pulled your legs out from underneath her, bringing yourself up to lie on top of her. Her face was flushed from either her workout or arousal, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t care. You watched her chest bounce up and down as she breathed heavily against you. The air felt thick through the dizzying tension that was building in the room. You glanced at her red lips, wondering how they would feel against your own. She answered that question for you as she grabbed your face and crashed your lips into hers. You found yourself drinking in the sensation of her soft mouth against yours, her cherry chapstick smearing against your lips. Your entire body was buzzing with excitement as your lips explored each other, her hands moving up to tease through your hair.

As soon as you worked up the nerve you swiped your tongue over her lower lip, asking permission to enter her mouth. Her lips parted ever so slightly to allow you in. She moaned at the feeling of your tongue against hers. Your hands trailed down her body, reaching under her shirt and snaking their way back up as you dug your nails into her soft flesh. Her hips instinctively rolled up into yours at the rough contact, causing you to grind back down into her. A swell of arousal burned deep within you as you bit down on her lower lip, savoring in her taste.

As you kissed your way down her jaw, Wanda tugged at the string of your pajama pants. You groaned as you felt her cold hand reach down and grab your cock. Her fingers worked deftly over your throbbing erection, jerking you off while you moaned into her neck. A sharp nip on her pulse point caused her to squeeze you in all the right ways. You bit down on her porcelain skin harder in response, leaving a purple bruise in your wake. She gasped as you swiped your tongue over the sensitive area.

You pulled away from her neck, gasping for air as you stared down at the disheveled woman below you. Her eyes were wide with desire, sweat beading around her forehead. “How’s that feel?” you asked.

“I think I could relax even more,” Wanda teased. She bit her lip as she tugged your pants down your waist, your cock springing free of its restrictive confines.

“That can be arranged,” you whispered. Pushing yourself to your knees, you hooked your thumbs around the waist of her yoga pants. Wanda lifted her hips as you tugged them down past her knees. The sight of her bare cunt was enough to make your mouth water. It was already glistening with her arousal as you tentatively rubbed a finger over her slit. You painted her slick all over her lips and clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. Her hips bucked against her hand. She was desperate for your touch. Anything to relieve the ache that was quickly building between her legs.

“And you said you didn’t want me to try anything,” you teased, lightly circling her clit. “So I guess I can just stop.” Wanda whined as you removed your finger, grabbing your forearm as you pulled it away.

“Please touch me,” she moaned. Your pulse quickened as you watched her become visibly wetter. Ecstasy surged through your body as you saw Wanda becoming more and more aroused. All you wanted to do was bury yourself deep within her and stay there.

“Is that what you want, Wanda? You want me to touch you? You want me to shove my fingers into your cunt and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?” “Fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t care. I just need you in me. I want you to fill me up again and again. Please I just need to cum around you.” She writhed against the couch cushions, her hips bucking up as she strained for relief. You watched as she threw her head back against the pillow, the vein in her neck straining against the confines of her skin.

Without warning you plunged two fingers into her. She was so wet that you slid right in without any resistance. The sudden intrusion ripped a loud groan from her as you began to pump in and out of her. Her legs trembled as you moved just the right way inside of her, the pads of your fingers rubbing against her most sensitive spot.

“Oh god more, I need more,” she begged. You smirked as you shoved another finger inside her. Her walls stretched easily to accommodate the new intrusion as your thumb began to circle her clit. Your fingers were drenched with her arousal, the slippery fluid causing your thumb to dance around the erect nub. “Shit, right there. That’s it, Y/N, fuck. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Her words came in a strangled scream as you continued to bring her closer to her peak. Wanda’s walls began to flutter around your digits. But as she approached the point of no return, you pulled out.

A choked sob flew from Wanda’s lips at the sudden absence of your fingers. “F-fuck, please don’t stop,” she sobbed, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

Leaning over her, you pushed your cock inside her in one quick thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being stuffed by all of you. Just like when you first pushed your fingers into her, you face no resistance as you felt her slick walls stretch around you. Your hips set a fast rhythm, pounding in and out of her pussy with little regard for anything but the heavenly sensation of her squeezing you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you leaned over her. Your noses bumped against each other as your moans filled the room. You strained to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss watching her experience total bliss.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands coming up to grab your face. You kissed her roughly as you continued to pound your hips into her.

“Wanda, I’m gonna-”

“Don’t stop, Y/N.” She kissed you harder, biting down on your lower lip as your thrusts became erratic.

Shockwaves gripped your body as you erupted inside her with one final thrust. The sensation of you flooding her was enough to send her over the edge. She came with a series of moans that were muffled by a fiery kiss.

Your thrusts slowed and became more shallow as the two of you came down from your highs. As you struggled to regain your breath, you noticed that both of your shirts were soaked with sweat as you collapsed down onto her. “Feeling relaxed yet?” you joked.

“Oh yes,” Wanda chuckled breathlessly, a blissed out look spread over her face.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” you asked, your words muffled as you spoke into her neck.

“I have no idea. But I’m not opposed to doing it again?” She traced her svelte fingers down your back.

“Now?” Wanda nodded. “Wanda, I need a shower first.”

“Good,” she replied, pushing you off her. “I’ve never had shower sex before. Why don’t we go give it a go?”

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