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Heartbroken

Little kacchako drabble, sorry for any mistakes, i writing this on mobile at 4:00 am

Word count: i don’t know, man, i’m tired

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She looked at her watch, seeing it was almost 11:00 pm. The king and queen of prom would be announced in an hour.

The cold night air brushed her shoulders, and she cursed herself for not bringing a coat. That spaghetti-strap black dress didn’t suit her much, but she bought it anyway. Black was his favorite color.

The blue high heels started hurting her feet one hour ago, so now they were secured by two of her fingers, while she checked her phone for messages with the other hand. It was no use anyway. He never asked for her number.

Uraraka heard the doors of the building opening, and a concerned Tsuyu approached her, touching her shoulder with a hesitating hand.

“Ochako, are you still out here? Aren’t you cold?”

She brushed her off, giving her friend a reassuring smile. The shorter girl’s voice was dripping with pitty, something Uraraka really didn’t need at the moment.

“I’m alright, Tsuyu, don’t worry. Are you and Shouji-kun having fun? Is he being a gentleman? Tell'im i’ll kick his ass if he’s not!” she said, not looking at her friend, pretending to be indifferent at the whole situation.

Tsuyu didn’t buy it.

“Ochako, hon’,” she started, trying to be careful with her words, “Are you sure he’s–

“He’s coming.”

“Ocha–

“He’s coming, Tsuyu.” her voice came out a little harsher than she intended it to be. “I trust him.”

The girl nodded and gave her shoulder a squeeze before going back in, back to her date. The one who gave her flowers and picked her up at home. The one who was dancing with her and complimenting her dress.

Uraraka sighed, running a hand through her hair, realizing her neat side braid has been ruined by the wind. She looked at her watch again. Midnight. She checked her phone. No messages.

Looking up at the night sky, the girl felt her resolve shattering for the first time that night. She’s been waiting for three hours. The party would be over in two. She scoffed, imagining her friends leaving the building, excited and content after what could be their last night together, only to be welcome with this sight: Uraraka Ochako, shoes in hand, messy hair and smudged make up, after wasting her last chance of making memories with her friends waiting for a date that never came.

Why?

She didn’t even know anymore.

But it started with a smile. She did a lot of them everytime their eyes met, and he didn’t know why.

After almost three years of studying, training, and living together, the aspiring heroes of class 1-a got quite used to the blond-haired boy’s temper. Although their bonds were certainly stronger, some things just don’t change, like Bakugou’s rude and distant personality. They were grateful that he at least learned their names, but it would be a cold day in hell when the boy finally came to one of their parties or joined them on a movie night.

However, Uraraka never gave up on him. No matter how much he pushed her away, she always came back with a cheering smile and a warm tone in her words. His rude language and aggressive attitude never made her even flinch, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t scare her off like he did with the rest. Eventually, she became a constant presence in his everyday life, sparring, studying, and sometimes talking without insults and slurs. The girl had the weird power of seeing right through him, and she liked to use it, whether to make him and Deku get along or just to mess with him, which has been her main source of entertainment during their second year.

Until something changed on their third year. She was the same Uraraka as always, annoying and too kind for her own good. But something changed about the way she looked at him. The way she moved when he was around. And when he would refuse to join their friends to some class event or trip, her disappointment never went unnoticed by their classmates.

“You’re entering a dangerous zone, Ochako-chan,” Yaoyorozu once said, during one of their girl nights, “Some people are just not ready for these kinds of things. Some may never be. Bakugou-kun is certainly one of them.”

“I’m with Yaomomo this time, Occhan,” Mina chimed in, as the other girls hummed in agreement, “Besides, it would never work out. He’s too unstable. You would probably just get your heart broke.”

But Uraraka always defended him. Not that she was confirming those stupid theories, but Bakugou was still her friend. She didn’t like when they talked like that about him. However, she never denied anything either, and that was enough for her friends to know the truth.

And then it happened. The class was preparing for another movie night, when Uraraka came out of the elevator dragging a grumpy looking Bakugou with her. They brought blankets and more movies to the mix, and for the first time in a long, long time, the blond-haired boy actually had fun with his classmates, no violence involved. The remaining students were genuinely shocked, especially Kirishima and Kaminari, who have settled with spending time with Bakugou apart from the class after many failed attempts of trying to include him.

After everyone had gone to bed, the unusual pairing stayed in the common room, talking about everything and nothing. On that night, something changed in Bakugou too.

But it wasn’t for the better. The already explosive boy, got even more volatile with each passing day. Uraraka’s presence, something that he used to even wait for, now only made him uneasy, unsteady. And when someone asked him about it, he would just grow violent again. Uraraka knew the reason why he was acting this way, because she had to deal with the same feeling as well. She soon came to realize what her feelings really were. Although she would never admit it out loud, Uraraka was really fond of the Bakugou she came to know on the past few months. The Bakugou that only showed himself when they were alone, in their late night talks, and he gave her the answers for all the questions she asked herself over the last three years. And despite admiring and respecting him, Uraraka acknowledged his flaws and knew he wasn’t perfect. But he was Bakugou Katsuki, and for her, that was enough. Enough for her to be patient, enough for her to wait for him.

So, she waited. As her love for him grew stronger in her heart and mind, she wondered what was going on on his head. If her feelings were reciprocate, as she so expected, he was probably dwelling on if she was worth the risk of balancing his career and a relationship. After all, they would all have to go on different ways after high school, maybe even different cities. Would he stay for her? Would he take her with him?

“You’re putting too much expectations on this, Ochako,” Tsuyu said to her, dozens of times, after waking her friend from her constant daydreaming. “Please, be careful. I don’t wanna see you getting hurt.”

But she hasn’t been there. She hasn’t seen him like Uraraka has. The way he took care of her after training. How he didn’t put much of a fight when she’d lay her head on his shoulder. How he smiled at her laughter when he thought she wasn’t looking. It was real. She knew it was a risk being a hero and having a personal life, but she was more than willing to give it a shot for him.

So, one week before, she grew tired of waiting for him to make a move. When they were all packing their belongings to leave the dorms for the last time, she knocked on his door. For the last time.

“Don’t say anything! Say it at prom. Give me your answer there.”, she blurted out, as soon as she saw him. For the last time.

And then, she got on the tip of her toes and kissed him. Uraraka had heard of the butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of thing, but this was not like it at all. It was quick, awkward and so full of sentiment it got her knees trembling, and when she sprinted to her room and locked the door, she was sure she felt fireworks in her belly.

There was no way that kiss didn’t feel the same for him. There was no way those nights she spent awake thinking about him were one-sided. Maybe his watch broke. Maybe the bus was late, and there were no taxis. Maybe he didn’t have anything nice to wear. Maybe she just wasn’t worth taking a shot. Because, either way, prom night has ended, and Uraraka stood alone at the school doors, bare-feet, messy hair and running mascara.

And, just as her friends warned her, heartbroken.

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Are you okay? Peter Parker X Reader

Summary:When your date stands up to you for homecoming,Peter tries to comfort you but its evident he is concerned  that your boyfriend ditched you. Like he does everytime.

Warnings:Fluff,Angst,tEeN hOrMoNeS,Saddness :( and cheesy cringey teen loaf (Love)

A/n:In this fan fiction its kind of different,You and Peter aren’t best friends  just friends. Mainly because Peter is baby and wont become good friends with with crush xD but I understand why. Thumbs this up if you like this or want a part two or any more future fan fictions.Im planning on doing some Tom Holland fan fictions, but because this is mainly just a Peter Parker fan account there wont be that many just saying.Btw its currently 4am what am I doing with my life. Sorry this is super short but without further ado, Lets get on with this.

Originally posted by peterparkerneverland

(Not my gif, sorry its horrible visual tho e.e)

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    “Sorry, cant make it. Love you babe” you got the text from your boyfriend Ryan, you sighed. You watched as every other girl was stepping out of their fancy car with their dates, you secretly had wished that was you and Ryan. You tried to fight back tears because you didn’t want to mess up your makeup since it took you almost a hour to complete. After 2 hours you were still outside sitting up against the wall. You heard the cold metal doors open up which startled you.

             “Y/n, what are you doing out here?” Peter asked you as he walked over to sit next to you.He saw you bunched up in a ball like form with your hands covering your face to cover your slightly messed up makeup.”What happened?” Peter asked again. You could tell he was worried for you, he didn’t like to see you this mad/disappointed over something.”What..?” you tried to say,”You know you can tell me…” Peter was still trying to figure out what happened.”Look, I’m fine. Trust me, okay Peter?” You murmured as Peter tried to pry you’re hands away from your face.”Y-y/n? Why are you crying? What happened? Did someone hurt you? Are you okay?” He had rambled on with questions, knowing that he was worried about you made you feel a light butterflies.”Peter-” you spoke then you rested your head on his shoulder.

               “What happened? You know you can tell me, right Y/n?” “Yes I do, he left me..” You sighed in a disappointed manner.”Oh…I-I’m sorry” Peter looked down at you and rested his chin on your head.”Its fine, he always does this” you replied,”Seriously, Y-n if he always does this then you need to split” he had hissed at you for acting this innocent about your relationship with someone.”I know, I know that I need to.But when I do, who would still love me.” Peter sighed and tried to to assure you but then blurted out something he would never thought of to say, “I will Y/n. So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.” With these words it made your heart melt but made him and you both blush.”S-seriously?” You had never been felt this special by someone, not even your boyfriend. “Yes. Y/n If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through a flower garden forever!” He exclaimed as he hugged you tightly.”Parker,the worst part of being around you is that your always going to be cheesy” you giggled as he kissed the top of your head. You stood up and gestured for him to stand up and he did, “Im gonna need a ride home” You smiled. “No, not yet! You haven’t even danced yet Y/n!” Peter exclaimed making you giggle at the sight of him being the adorable dork he is. “Okay fine…Just only a couple of songs though” You said as he took your hand and led you into the gym.

      The end

Originally posted by mylobox

(Not my gif)

anonymous asked:

How do you manage jealous or envious thoughts or feelings? Or do not feel that way?

I would say I’m not a very jealous person within my relationships or in life in general. I find happiness in others happiness with or without me included. However, when those feelings do arrive and I find myself a little salty, I try to humble myself as best I can. I play a little reassurance game where I remind myself that these people are NOT my enemies. I am loved, I am supported, and I love my poly life💕. Then I start looking for the culprit. It’s usually I’m feeling lacking in another area of life or I’m not feeling the best about my body or I’m fatigued or some other small nuance that turned to salt. When I’m feeling this way I like to turn to my individual hobbies and interests(so important to have things that are solely yours). Give myself a little TLC. I try to always stay explicit and communicative with my partners about negative or concerning feelings, I can’t stress that one enough. And never be afraid or ashamed to ask for comfort or reassurance from your partner(s) if that’s what you need.

What’s normal
                  is whatever
                              works for you.

Siguro yung iba sa inyo narinig na ito, siguro yung iba hindi. Pero may bookshop dito sa Manila na sobrang ganda at deserving ng attention niyo.

Ito ang Solidaridad Book Shop. Ang nagmamay-ari nito? Walang iba kung hindi si F. Sionil Jose, ang ating National Artist for Literature.

(photo grabbed from the book shop’s facebook page)

1965 ginawa itong book shop na ito, so 50 na siya ngayon. Ang specialty nila? Sobrang raming Filipiniana books. As in. Lalo na ang history books (huhu kanina talaga nagkahistogasm ako dalawang aisle punong puno ng history books huhu ang ganda). At kung wala pa yung libro na hinahanap, tanungin lang sila and mag-oorder sila para sayo. O diba, san ka pa.

Ito ay nasa Padre Faura St., Ermita, Manila. Lagpas lang ng Robinson’s Place Manila. Nasa baba ng Ibarra’s Garden. Yes. For real. Once again, histogasm. (malapit rin ito sa UP Manila yo)

i dont know where im going with this pero cmon guys punta kayo dito huhu ang ganda swear pagpasok mo amoy mo agad mga libro huhu nakakainlove

Double Days

Numerology is a big deal in my craft and each month has a double day! I wrote about this before but I wanted to write about it in more detail. Every day has the corresponding number to focus on. It’s called a double day because the power of the corresponding number is amplified. This can help you with self reflection or doing spells to help change the direction your life is taking based on the number. 

Also for example if you do decide to cast a spell based on the number, since it’s all based on time (since dates are time) it’s great to do it during the hour as well, (though it’s completely optional!) So on January 1st, doing it either at 1 AM 1:01 AM or 1:11AM works as well as 10:00 AM (reduced it makes 1), 10:01 AM. For April 4th for example doing it at 4:44 PM works well because in military time 4 is 16 hours which is 4 to the second power so 16:44 makes for powerful spell casting (which is when I did my 4 number spell and it worked incredible wonders for me). Of course reducing numbers comes in to play with this and the time you cast it, but make sure you don’t cast it in the PM during a time where it does not reduce to that number (For example 3:00PM is really 15 o’ clock and that makes 6, so it’s not the best. You could however do 9AM since it’s 3 to the second power or even 9PM since it’s 21 o’ clock and that reduces to 3.)

Here are the dates

  • Jan 1st = 1
  • Feb 2nd = 2
  • Mar 3rd = 3
  • Apr 4th = 4
  • May 5th = 5
  • Jun 6th = 6
  • Jul 7th = 7
  • Aug 8th = 8
  • Sep 9th = 9
  • Oct 10  
    10/10 reduced 1/1 = 11
  • Nov 11
    11/11 reduced 2/2 = 22
  • Dec 12
    12/12 reduced 3/3 = 33

The last three have to do with the master numbers.

Here are some spell ideas for each:

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i just dreamed that i was watching a video from a panel at comic con about infinity war/the 4th avengers movie/god knows what my brain imagined and this is what happened in it….

someone: so how are your characters going to react to Cap with a beard?
Chris Hemsworth: *grins* Well, Thor doesn’t care much for Cap’s facial hair, I’m afraid. But Chris Hemsworth on the other hand… *winks in Chris Evans direction; everyone laughs, Chris Evans blushes*
RDJ: Hey, hey, no flirting without me! *winks at Chris Evans as well, everyone laughs again*
RDJ: Okay, but for real, I think Tony might be really affected by that beard.
*everyone gasps*
RDJ: What I want to say is, maybe we’ll find out a few interesting things about Tony. There will be some major character development. *does the cute nose scrunch thing, leans closer to the mic and looks over to Chris Evans* Wait, does having an epiphany about your sexuality count as character development?
Chris Evans: *shrugs and smirks* To be honest I don’t think Steve cares about character development. He just wants the Iron D.