A/N - omg I miss horse back riding so muchh. I miss my horse and the barn and the feeling of jumping a course perfectly. Ugh anyways, here’s yet another long auston matthews one that is kinda really nostalgic for me. I just reread the request now and realized that I read it wrong the first time so this is a bit different from the prompt but still has the same kind of elements?? idk I’m really sorry anon if this isn’t what you wanted but I think it turned out really good. feel free to ask again if you don’t like it tho..
for the anon request (again sorry I really strayed from the prompt): Hi! Can I have an imagine about the reader being an American and they are competing at the Olympics as an Equestrian and they are the youngest on their team. With either Auston Matthews or Matt Martin. Thank you 😊
You let out a huge smile as soon as you cleared the final rail and brought your horse to a loping, relaxed canter around the arena. He tossed his head and started fighting the bit because he wanted to be lazy now that he knew you weren’t going to do anymore jumping. You were used to your horse being a little shit after practice was over so you calmly sat deep in the saddle to prevent from him bucking in protest. You did two laps around the outside of the ring before bringing him back down to a working walk and letting him fully cool down. You smiled when you saw Auston leaning against the fencing of the ring with a look of awe on his face. You gave your horse, Jiggy, a big pat on the neck and he snorted at you because he was cheeky like that. You gave him more rein as you walked over to where your boyfriend was and dismounted.
“That was so cool.” he said, eyes wide and beaming at you.
“It wasn’t, really, but you have never seen me jumping in person so it probably looked cool.” you replied as you passed the reins over Jiggy’s head and loosened his girth a bit. After tucking the stirrups up and out of the way, you motioned for Matts to jump over the fence before passing him the reins. “Here you go. Bond with my favourite man, Jiggy, while I go pick up my water bottle.” You gave Jiggy a kiss on his neck and him a treat from your pocket. Auston took the leather reins from you nervously and looked at your horse like it was a three-headed monster as Jiggy was rubbing his big head against your body because, as mentioned earlier, he’s a little shit.
By the time you turned back, Jiggy was now nosing at Auston’s hair and your boyfriend looked absolutely terrified. You took the reins back from him and laughed, “Sorry, Jiggy is a nosy ass sometimes.”
“He’s… so… big.” Auston stuttered making you laugh hard as you lead the way out of the arena and back towards the stable.
“I mean he is one of the best show jumpers in the sport right now so yes, he is big. He has to be in order to clear those jumps and make quick times. What were you expecting?” you explained as you stroked the sleek black fur on the neck of your beloved horse.
“I don’t know! It’s just- well..” Matts blushed and looked down at the dirt path you were walking on
“Spit it out Aus.”
“Well, you are so small… and you are riding this huge animal that has a mind of its own…. Is that not, in the slightest bit, terrifying??” he admitted.
“Auston. Do you mean to tell your girlfriend, the youngest member of the US Equestrian team I should add, that you are scared of horses.” you stopped in your place and turned to Auston trying to hide the laughter behind your eyes.
“Maybe?” he admittedly sheepishly while the blush on his face went a deep shade of red.
“Wow, my big, tough, chill-about-everything, hockey player boyfriend is afraid of horses.” you couldn’t resist laughing at that.
“They’re huge okay? And they have hard feet that can trample you! And they can bite you!” he protested while eyeing Jiggy who was getting bored and starting to dig at the ground impatiently.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” you conceded and start walking towards the stable again so that Jiggy wouldn’t get fussy and start acting up, scaring Auston even more, “Well, today is the perfect day to get over your fear! This is the first time you’ve been at the barn with me so you can get comfortable with Jigs.” you smiled.
Auston looked at you apprehensively and you rolled your eyes, “Look, Jiggy is probably the most important boy in my life besides my dad and I would really appreciate it if my boyfriend, who is a very close tie with said boy, could be relaxed in the one area of my life I love the most.”
“Fine.” he muttered and gave Jigs another look. You beamed at him and Jiggy just returned his own uneasy glare. “Why’d you name him Jiggy anyways?”
“Well, when I first met him he was being a cheeky little shit and was stealing the treats out of his breeder’s pocket. Then when I saw him jump he got so excited after landing each one that he would do this little thing with his back legs that looked like he was dancing. So his show name is ‘Getting Jiggy With It’ and his barn name is Jiggy.”
You walked into the near empty barn and smiled when the one horse that wasn’t out in the pasture stuck her head out into the hall. You turned the corner to where Jiggy’s box stall was and walked him in. You took off your helmet and ran a hand through your sweaty helmet hair. You quickly took off Jiggy’s bridle and replaced it with his halter before passing the bridle to Auston to hold while you took off the saddle. You heaved the saddle off of Jiggy’s back who gave a big shake, happy to be free once again. You giggled at your horse’s personality before motioning over for Auston to follow you again. You made sure that the stall was closed correctly because Jiggy was known around the barn for being an escape artist before taking the bridle from Auston and hooking it over your shoulder. You lead the way towards the tack room, pointing out the stalls of your favourite horses, and some of the evil little ponies that you were definitely not the biggest fans of.
“Hold on,” Auston said as you put Jiggy’s tack back on their rack, “why do you not like ponies? Aren’t they supposed to be small and cute?”
“Sure,” you agreed, “Except I have only ridden one pony in my life that didn’t make me think that they were all filled with rage for being small. The very first horse I rode when I was seven years old was a paint pony that was the calmest, sweetest horse in the world. Then I graduated from him and got put on this tiny white pony that the first time I tried to put his saddle on bit me, and then while waiting for my instructor before the lesson, tried to kick me even though I was standing perfectly still right by his shoulder. I have never ridden ponies since.”
“Jeez” Auston sighed, “I always thought that the bigger horses were more dangerous.”
“I mean, it’s not like all ponies are evil and all big horses are angels. I just prefer big horses because: one, they jump higher, and two, I feel so powerful when sitting on top of a thousand pound animal of pure muscle that is so in tune with me and follows my commands. It is the coolest feeling in the world. And I got Jiggy when he was just 3 years old. He was trained, but very green and I immediately fell in love with his sassy personality. Yes, he gives me headaches on multiple occasions, but I’ve ridden other people’s horses that are just so well-trained that they have no personality whatsoever. And I can’t imagine how that would ever be fun.” by the time you finished your explanation you were already back at Jiggy’s stall. He was circling around his stall, obviously impatient that you were taking much longer than normal to brush him and give him his lunch. When Jiggy saw that Auston was still with you, he snorted and put his ears back ever-so-slightly.
“Alright boys, let’s get you two on the same page.” you chuckled and grabbed your bag of brushes before opening the gate. You passed Auston a curry comb and demonstrated how to brush Jiggy. You saw Auston take a shaky breath before doing what he was told and you smiled brightly. “Ok, so just keep doing that in all the sweaty areas, just make sure you avoid any sensitive areas like spine, face, and legs. I’m going to go grab his feed and water, I will be right back.” Auston looked at you with wide eyes but you just gave him a thumbs up and left.
You knew that Jiggy was a sweetie at heart and you would trust him with almost anyone. You also knew that Auston just needed to see how Jiggy was just like an overgrown puppy before he warmed up to him just like you wanted him to so desperately. You had this dream in your head of winning Gold at the Olympics in four years and being able to have Auston waiting for you when you finished. That picture would not be as dream-like if your boyfriend was terrified to be surrounded by all of those high-strung horses. You thought about this as you gathered up the flakes of hay and quickly made the bucket of grain before lugging all of it back to the stall.
As you approached you could hear Auston murmuring to Jiggy, “I know, dude. I love her so much too. I know you probably don’t like some other guy coming around here and stealing her away from you sometimes, but I promise that I love her just as much as you do, and I just love seeing her happy. So if that means that I have to suck it up and talk to a horse like an idiot, then I’m going to do it.”
When you peeked around the corner, trying to hold in the tears that were prickling your eyes and not disrupt this moment, you saw that Auston was standing in front of Jiggy, with Jiggy’s forehead pressed right up against his chest in a display of affection that you rarely see Jiggy give to anyone other than you. You immediately felt your heart swell up in your chest and fumbled for your phone to snap a picture. You captured the moment right when Auston pressed a tiny kiss right to the top of Jiggy’s head and you thought that right then, you could never love something more than you did in that moment.
You watched for a moment longer before hesitantly breaking the bubble, “So I see you guys have bonded…”
Auston jumped slightly but still kept his hands on the side of Jiggy’s neck, petting the soft fur there. “H-How much of that did you hear?”
“Just enough to know that I have never loved someone more in my life.” you beamed at him and set the food down. Auston pulled you to him and wrapped you into a loving kiss. Before it could go anywhere you felt a firm nudge and separated due to a big horse nose being wedged between you.
“Aww someone’s jealous.” you laughed and pressed a kiss to Jiggy’s nose before going back to Auston and letting him sweep you up off your feet.
again… sorry that this is different then the prompt but I was really happy with this. up next: Patrik Laine!
Note: holy cow im like super stuck with my writers/reader block I just can’t function ugh well it’s been many months since I’ve written and I know I still owe you all bad boy with feelings part 3 and I’m on it I promise but in the mean time here’s this very badly written imagine… sorry😅
Request: I really guiltily like isaac when he’s newly turned (and kind of douchey) so I was wondering if i could request isaac flirting with say someone who’s sat next to him for most of the year in one of his classes??? idk if that makes sense haha?
Triggers: uhhh lol just bad boy feels I guess
The semester was quickly rushing away, and your lab partner, Isaac Lahey has been away for weeks. You being the nice person that you are, covered for him saying that he was very ill. Did Isaac know? Of course not. You two only spoke in class, he seemed to disappear in the halls of the school, he would show up to all his classes and go home. Also you didn’t want to see poor Isaac in trouble.
The day Isaac Lahey waltzed into class an hour late, you couldn’t help but suck in a breath. This was not the Isaac you knew, no this kid had a whole new aura, get up, vibe, everything. This Isaac strode with untouchable confidence, the leather jacket was new too.
“Mr. Lahey… looks like you’ve taken your sweet time nursing yourself back to health” the lab teacher said, raising a questioning brow at him.
“What?” Isaac said, he looked confused and taken by surprise.
“Y/n has been updating me about your illness..?” The teacher said. Now realizing your lies.
“Oh, yeah… had a virus” Isaac said with a tight smile.
He rolled his eyes when his back was facing the teacher, and found his usual spot beside you that has been left unoccupied for weeks, except currently someone was sitting in his sit, quite cute too, if you do say so yourself, but he had nothing on Isaac.
The teacher stepped out the class with his coffee which was empty, clearly he was annoyed.
“Behave, class” he muttered before closing the door.
Isaac looked at the boy sitting next to you, and raised a brow at him. Still the boy not getting the message he looked over to you and started pointing out things in your notes.
Isaac firmly placed both hands on the edges of the desk and look that guy in the eyes.
“Beat it, before I beat you” he said in all seriousness.
The guy immediately collected his things and found a seat in the back, and Isaac proceeded to carelessly seat himself, legs spread, bag thrown on the floor and he twirled a pen in his hand.
You could here the girls on the other side of the class start their usual gossip.
“Who’s that?” A girl said, clearly not paying attention to anything. You could basically see the heart eyes on her, which only caused you to roll your eyes.
“That was a bit excessive don’t you think?” You said not looking at him.
“What, he was in my seat” he said, shrugging.
“I don’t know… that was kind of a douche move” you said now looking at him to see what reaction he’d give.
He laughed slightly, and rolled his eyes, a sigh leaving his mouth.
“Douche move?” He said, looking at you
“You don’t even know that half of it” he said, he seemed to staring at something straight ahead so the blank chalk board.
The teacher came back sipping on his coffee, which slammed down on his desk
“Which reminds me, you’ve been covering for me, babe?” He whispered to you.
It took you a second to realize he was talking to you. What had he called you ‘babe’? This was your brain taking a second to decide if you were going to be sassy or try not to take it personally. You finally decided to take it easy.
“And have goody two shoes in trouble, not a chance” you whispered back.
“Goody two shoes died a week ago didn’t you hear?” He whispered, not looking at you, giving you the impression that he didn’t care all that much.
“Aw, that’s too bad, I thought he was pretty cute” you said, mimicking the same careless body language.
“Oh really?” He said, raising a brow at you.
“It’s really a shame” you continued.
The bell rung and you made your way to the door, without waiting for a response from Isaac.
Before you left the class, you turned to catch just the slightest smirk on Isaac’s face, which left you with a pleased grin.
He followed behind you, it felt different to be followed by him, almost as if you could get in trouble just by being near him.
The hallway cleared quickly as students made there way to their next class, and your class being on the other side of the school you’ve already accepted the fact that you were going to be late.
Isaac unexpectedly trapping you between his body and the cold lockers pressing against your back. Your heart was racing, you hated to admit it but you secretly loved this transformation of Isaac’s.
“Not into bad boys?” He whispered, leaning downward.
“Nope” you barely whispered.
Isaac’s new wolf senses didn’t need to tell him you were lying, he could tell by the way you didn’t push him away.
Before either of you could say anything, you heard the unmistakable voice of coach yell from down the hall.
“Hey! You two get to class!” He yelled, not impressed as he walked down the hall.
A small gasp left your mouth before pushing Isaac away and running to class. Isaac was not the only goody two shoes in the school.
You couldn’t tell if he was following you this time, because you were completely focused on getting to class.
You had a mini heart attack when you saw Isaac nonchalantly leaning against the lockers in front of your class.
Slightly out of breath you glared at him in surprise.
“but how-” you started but never finished.
“That wasn’t very nice, you should’ve at least excused yourself before running off” Isaac said disregarding your unfinished question.
You squinted at him, unbelievable, you thought. You rolled your eyes before entering your class.
Isaac smirked to himself as he walked down the hallway, listening to your heart racing.
Your very uninteresting class had passed and regrettably all you thought about was Isaac. You were making your way out of class and to your absolute surprise Isaac was leaning against someone’s locker, examining he’s nails.
As much as you wanted to catch his attention, your inner self told you to stay away from boys like him, boys who’ll break your heart in a snap of a finger.
You were so engulfed in thought, you didn’t even feel someone circle their hand around your wrist.
“Ahem” you heard someone clear their throat right next to you.
Snapping you out of thought, you curiously looked up to see the one and only Isaac Lahey, a slight smile in his face.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Isaac said, more in a stating tone than questioning.
“Try what again?” You asked, surprised as to what he was talking about.
Pulling you toward him, now pressed against his chest. You gasped, dropping your backpack.
“Isaac?!” You questioned his actions.
“Y/n” he said, rolling his eyes.
Gently placing a hand on your cheek and gazing into your face as if he’d never seen you before.
“Isaac…” you whispered
“Y/n, shh please” he said, trying to refocus
“Please? Your manners returned” you grinned
He closed his eyes and grinned with you. Completely forgetting you two were standing in a school hallway.
He very carefully placed his lips onto yours, you shared the sweetest of kisses, almost something you’d expect from the 'old’ Isaac. Old or new he was the same deep down. Imaginary fireworks were going off in the background that’s how magical that kiss was.
“You’re unbelievable, Isaac Lahey” you said with that same grin.
“You’re just as unbelievable, Y/n” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“MOVE!” Someone from behind you two yelled, since you two were in the middle of the main hall and the bell had just rung.
“Hey, SHUT UP!” Isaac yelled back.
“Hey he just stole my line!” Stiles said to Scott, somewhere in the hallway.
Isaac rolled his eyes, inevitably.
“You better not make me regret this, Lahey” you said with a wink.
I'm kind of confused about the Draco / Marauders talk but I'll give it a shot anywaylol. So idk I just recovered from a flu and I imagine Draco to be the type of boyfriend who would take car of you and make you soup even though he doesnt know how and he'd probably spill and make a mess but ugh it'd just be so cute
like he would always put in 110% effort to make you feel better
and stay by your side and supply you with tea and soup no matter what
you’d tell him not to get so close or else he’ll get sick
but he just dismisses your warnings
so draco brings you tea and gives you millions of kisses on the forehead
brushing the hair from your face and telling you you still look beautiful
he’ll make sure you’re treated like a princess while you’re sick (and every day of your life with him, really)
I accidentally saw something I wasn't supposed to when I was trying to find my phone with one of my really good friends phone. there was a whole series of texts between them about me and how they're "so tired of me not being okay" and that I'm always nagging at the back of their minds and that they're really tired of having to baby me. these are the people I trust most in the world, tell everything to, and confide in always. seeing that kind of destroyed me. ugh. idk dude.
calmly tell them that you saw it and ask them how you can improve your relationships? idk ive never had anything like this happen, if anyone else has advice pls feel free to reply
The trailerrrrrrr is out baes! I’m just gonna talk about my favorite spots
Look, right on ChiHaya !! *SCREAMS* and MaeIso too! dammit boys why are you not in traditional whyyy so modern. i wanna see you in yukata. Beautiful girl right there, Rinka.
Fandom: Sensei OTP!!! Staffs: Got you
shota Gakushuu HIHIHI
and of course….
KaruNagi standing beside each other. *SCREAMING MY HEAD OUT* Karma, why so good looking in black. NAGISAAAAAAAAAAAA bae as always~~ I’m not expecting for karmagisa in the trailer ‘cause idk. I’m not just expecting. and idk. I feel like S2 will not have karmagisa moments as much as in S1 (like they’d be focusing on NagiKae or something) I DONT KNOW. WHY AM I FEELING THIS KIND OF FOREBODING. UGH why do you always give me these tragic feels karmagisa no fair
and thankfully we’ll get to see the test of courage animated! and no human korosensei in the trailer :(
AND DID YOU HEAR THE OPENING SONG APMAOHAMHOMAOHMAO IT’S BADASS !! *singing along* QUESTION. QUESTION.
i’m deeply uncomfortable about the whole tiffany/coates storyline; i was already upset about her forgiving him and moving on in season four, but everything that’s happening in season five is pissing me off. like…can we stop pretending that a relationship between them is romantic in any way?
I've recently been 100% okay with my sexuality (it wasn't easy considering I was surrounded by many homophobic people last year but now I moved schools and things are getting better) but I don't know when or how I should come out to my family.. or even if I should.. I'm a lesbian and although my parents don't SEEM homophobic , you never really know how someone will react. I feel like I'm lying to them everyday (which I know I'm not ?? Not really ?? But it's ugH idk) I'm kind of scared
Same, sweetheart. I completely understand. And honestly? Come out when you’re ready. You can wait, you’re allowed to wait and take all the time you need. Or heck, you don’t even have to come out. It’s not something all LGBT+ people are required to do. You can get a s/o and just be like “here’s my s/o!” and go on from there.
It all comes down to your own decision and whether you’re comfortable. You are NOT lying to anyone, you’re simply protecting yourself. Ily. Remember you always have our support regardless. 💖
wrote this fic for @ocsickficsideblog‘s oc julius because he’s a sweetheart and deserves a fic to celebrate him! (even if it’s a fic about him being sick and having my asshole oc as a caretaker) also, april is wonderful and i love her even though i’m a sucky friend, so this is for her, too!
WARNING: descriptions of vomit below
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When Kel walked into a bathroom filled with retching sounds, he immediately turned around and walked right out. Not his problem. He could find another bathroom. Or he could just wait until later, when Mr. Sick had vacated the area. Since he didn’t know of any other restrooms nearby and was feeling particularly lazy, Kel settled on the latter.
By the time class ended an hour later, Kel really couldn’t wait any longer, so he speed walked back to the restroom and immediately started emptying his bladder. It wasn’t until after he started peeing that he heard it: another retch. And then another, and another. Whoever it was didn’t stop retching the whole time Kel was peeing. It continued even as Kel washed and dried his hands. He winced as he moved to leave the restroom; the sick guy must have been heaving for over an hour, and didn’t seem to be feeling any better for it.
Not my problem, not my problem, not my problem. Kel just wanted to go home and sleep. A kind person would help out and he knew that, but he also knew that he wasn’t a kind person. He’d always had a strong conscience, but he didn’t care about guilt. He didn’t. Hadn’t for years.
So why was he unable to make his legs move him away from the bathroom? Why was he still listening to the retching? Why, in the past couple of weeks, had he started to care?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grumbled, turning around and going right back into the bathroom. He knocked on the door of the only occupied stall. “You alright in there?”
A choked, negatory noise was the only response. Kel flinched.
“Can- Can I come in? Can I help?”
“Mhm,” the sick guy mumbled. Kel slowly pushed the door open. Kneeling on the floor of the stall, his cheek resting on the toilet seat, was a black haired man. Or a boy? He was small, and looked young, but then Kel was often mistake as being much older than he was, so he tried not to judge. Instead, Kel lowered his voice as the sick guy eyed him curiously.
“You’re not hungover, are you?” Kel asked, but he could tell the difference between alcohol poisoning and natural sickness without any confirmation. The stranger shook his head, and swallowed a gag.
“Stomach - urp! - bug,” he mumbled. Kel nodded.
“Have you thrown up yet?” A small shake of the head. Kel sighed. “I’ll stay with you until you do,” he said reluctantly. “Then you should head home.”
“Thank you,” the sick man croaked. “Are you in- hurrgh!” He didn’t get to finish his sentence due to an overpowering retch, but Kel was able to anticipate where it was going.
“I’m in high school,” he explained. “Name’s Kel.”
“Nice to - ulp! - meet you,” the stranger panted. “I’m - huuurk! - Julius, in co- huurrup! - col - hicuurp!”
Again, Julius was cut off by a heave.
“Your name is Julius and you’re in college, I got it. Just breathe, you’ll be alright.” Kel found himself stealing words his roommate had used with him. “Have you had any water recently, Julius?”
“No,” was the weak response.
“Let me get you some.”
“Wait don’t leave me-“ Julius cut himself off with hollow burp and a shudder, and Kel tentatively squeezed his shoulder.
“I’ll be back in just a minute, I promise.”
It only took Kel 57 seconds to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine nearby, but by the time he got back, Julius was retching again.
“Here,” Kel said, pressing the bottle to Julius’s lips. “Drink this, I think it will help.”
Julius didn’t question him, and it occurred to Kel that the boy could stand to be a bit more suspicious about strangers. He was about to say as much when Julius hiccuped quietly and a mouthful of clear liquid splashed into his lap. Kel reconsidered his words before speaking.
“Fuck.” He quickly helped Julius, who was now shaking uncontrollably, lean back over the toilet. The older boy’s shoulder’s jolted, and suddenly he was throwing up a thick, brown substance. Tears slid down his face.
“Woah. No need to cry,” Kel cringed. “You’ll be okay.”
Julius nodded, but couldn’t speak as more sick spilled from his lips. He panted for a bit, trembling.
“Do you think you’re-“
Julius was shaking his head before Kel even finished asking if he was done throwing up. A minute or two passed before Julius lurched forward again. Nothing came up the first time, and the next silent heave produced only a bit of spit.
“I think-“ Kel started to suggest that Julius was empty, but again the sick boy shook his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, only to have them fly open a moment later as a rush of liquids gushed from his mouth. He coughed weakly, bringing up a bit more bile, and let out a whimper before leaning back against the stall wall. Kel gingerly flushed the toilet for him.
“Sorry,” Julius sniffled as he tried and failed to tear off a wad of toilet paper from the roll. His hands were shaking too bad, and it was painful to watch, so Kel did it for him. He quickly handed the toilet paper to Julius; there was no way Kel was going to wipe his face for him. The other boy seemed far too worried about other things to care about that, anyway.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve caught a bug from - *sniff* - my boyfriend. I didn’t - *sniff* - didn’t mean to drag you into this!”
“It was my own decision to help,” Kel muttered, begrudgingly. “No need to cry over it.”
“I’m- I’m sorry,” Julius said, trying to contain his tears. “I don’t mean to…”
Kel sighed. “I know. It’s okay, really.” He noticed that some of the color had returned to the other boy’s face. “Feeling any better?”
Julius managed a shaky smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. Thank you.”
Kel shrugged. “Okay. Are you going to be alright? Is there someone you can call to pick you up?”
Julius pulled a phone out of his pocket, and stared at it with a bit of surprise on his face. The shock quickly morphed into a soft smile. He showed Kel the screen. It was filled with an incredible number of texts from someone named Alistair.
“That’s my boyfriend,” Julius said softly, proudly. Kel cringed internally, but maintained a straight face as Julius went on. “Apparently he was worried and will be here in five minutes or so.”
“Oh, okay,” Kel nodded and stood to leave, lingering a bit when Julius cleared his throat.
“Uhm. Thank you again.”
“It was no problem,” Kel said tightly, ready to leave.
Julius smiled knowingly. “Well, thank you anyway. You actually really remind me of Alistair, and it was a huge comfort to have you here. You’re a very kind person.”
Kel grunted. “Sure thing. See you around.”
And with that he stalked off, a bit shaken. The last thing he wanted was to be compared to some lovesick guy who worried about his boyfriend day in and day out. Surely a single act of kindness didn’t mean he was becoming soft. Right?
And yet Julius’s words continued to echo in his head: You’re a very kind person.
It wasn’t a compliment Kel had ever expected to receive, and he wasn’t sure, but he thought that maybe a part of him - a very small part - actually wanted to believe it.
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as a bi girl I don't think I could date anyone smaller than me I think for me it's mostly because im a really meek person. I'm always going to be the quieter, weaker person in the relationship and I feel self conscious being literally bigger than someone I'm dating with that in mind + different dilemma that I can't understand as much, I feel like I'm.. idk, too big to like other girls? which is kind of ridiculous
ugh so relatable girl, but please remember that your sexuality is valid no matter what!! your size does not define who you can and can’t date or love❤❤
i'm in love with a guy who's amazing. he treats me like the goddamn world. well he's leaving in 20 days to bootcamp. and i'm dealing.. trying to spend time w him. i was joking the other day and said "why don't i have a boyfriend" and he said it was because he was leaving and he didn't want to put me through that. well now everyone is telling me he has a girlfriend and idk it's kind of destroying me. bc i told him i loved him and now i'm finding he could have just been leading me on. idk ugh. :(
oh god…it’s so hard when they go to bootcamp with no contact and all but he WILL come back. I just feel like he’s making excuses and if people are saying he has a girlfriend already that could be the reason why he didn’t want to commit to anything and he might just be leading you on, but the only way to find out if he actually has a girlfriend is to either a) investigate or b) ask him directly
Ok so this is rly weird and I'm sorry in advance. But I play Minecraft and basically I started to be friends with this girl who's rly nice and we like a lotta the same things and I think she's bi or lesbian idk but like she's super extra nice to me and she's like I like worship u ily and Idk how to respond bc it's nice but I'm not used to ppl being this nice and idk what's going on because people are never nice just to be nice? Idk fam what's going on? I'm bad at this interacting with ppl thing
Ugh, I’m really bad at that kind of interaction too. I feel a little awkward when I get stuff like that, but I remember that that’s just how some people talk and interact and I go with it. It might not mean anything more than she’s being friendly and that’s how she likes to convey it.
years have passed and i still don’t know how to draw david. I am mad by how he looks different from drawing to drawing. UGH.
Since I am an abosolute loser at drawing facial expressions I tried to practice it using my favourite swede! I always have the urge to draw David’s teeth. I’ve got that feeling he needs to show his teeth and/or open his mouth all the time JUST BECAUSE he’s that kind of guy……idk
forgive him otherwise that boy won’t find his peace
ok so i’m feeling kind of awful right now because one of my closest friends has been kind of a bitch lately and she’s only been that way to me. like with our other friends she’s like ily and stuff and she sends them nice messages but whenever i say a single word it’s like “omg ok we get just shut up” and idk it just really hurts. and maybe it turns out to be a prank maybe not but for now i just left the group and i’m not sending her messages anymore and it’s been going on for the past 2 days and idk i’m just hurt.
(anon who started reading bnha a couple of days ago) FRAN I'm on chapter 31 AND TODOROKI'S BACKSTORY IS SO MESSED UP?? on a side note Bakugou standing behind the wall and listening in on Izuku and Todoroki's convo REALLY hit me hard-since one is the strongest person in the class that Baku wants to beat, and the other is someone Baku thought was useless but is somehow beating him?? And now theyre declaring themselves as each other's rivals and stuff?? Idk his expression there just made me sad
FRAN it’s the start of the Bakugou vs Uraraka match and I’m super pissed bc everyone’s a) treating bakugou like some kind of villian and b) acting like Uraraka can’t handle herself?? This is so unfair! Bakugou can be an asshole but he’s not evil, what the hell? Ugh I have a bad feeling about this (PS- I just realized that this whole “liveblogging” thing I’m doing might be really irritating… I’m so sorry!! If it’s a disturbance, please let me know and i’ll stop right away!!)
It’s okay!!!! don’t worry about being annoyng cause you really really aren’t, I really do enjoy knowing how people are liking the stuff I love!!!!! But yeah aside from a couple of points the sports fests is kind of a sad arc for Bakugou, isn’t it? :( he finds his friends there, which is!!!! great!!!!! but most of the rest really does make me sad, even though in the long run it’ll just make him better…
It’s gonna take a while but in the end he’s gonna start getting better! sorta, and Todoroki too!!!! His past might be dark but his future is a bright place!! Keep an eye out for him, he’s the most fun in the background haha
Ugh. So that piece I made for the AR studio. I just saw it. She told me she made some changes to it. Made it really awesome now. And I felt some kind of way about that. But I thought, whatever. And now i just saw it and I feel kind of hurt? Like it totally changed my vision and I feel icky. I was real proud of that one and it was taken out of my control and put in a light I don’t like and idk. Its probabmy not worth a conversation, but I’m afraid that if I don’t say anything I’ll feel bad forever. There’s no way to win in this situation. :( sucks.