IF YOU COULD REMIND ME OF

IF YOU COULD REMIND ME OF

WHAT I FELT BEFORE I FELL FOR YOUR IDEA

He never pictured himself being in love, always saw himself by himself and achieving his father’s goals for him. Lord forbid he picture himself sitting on a girls bed as she curls her hair.

He’s not looking at his phone, staring at her in the mirror. She’s looking at herself, “do I look stupid?” She asks, turning her head to look over at him. In a desperate attempt to be cool he acts like he’s just now looking at her, “it’s my moms curler and I dunno know to work it”

He smiles at her, a strange feeling to his cold face, “it looks like your natural curls” he hears her scoff, “it suits you”

He watches her toss her head back, unplug her curling iron and jump onto her bed. She rolls onto him and sits on him. Leaning and cupping his cheeks to kiss him.

It’s a quick smothering of love and affection before she calms, resting herself next to him and holding his hand, “I think I like my natural curls better than these ones” she shrugs.

“I never imagined I would be here” he admits to her, arm moving to wrap underneath her neck and move his forearm over her stomach, “but I’m more than happy to be here” he quickly adds. He listens to her hum in agreement, “what?”

“No. I just. Agree with you” she murmurs. Shifting to put her head on his shoulder, “but we’re happy, yes?”

“Very”

The pair stays like this, him mindlessly scrolling on his phone and her watching the videos for him. Mindless comments about the videos.

It’s a funny feeling, something Shoto Todoroki hasn’t felt in a very long time, love. As strange as this feeling is, something he doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand the affection of someone who’s been given more than enough in her childhood.

She lays on him, putting her leg over his. She stays like this, softening against him and somehow. Now it’s hard to imagine his life without her. He can’t picture a world without her on his chest, curling her hair while he sits behind her. Smiling as he walks her to her business classes.

GODDESS

Pro hero! K. Bakugo

I ❤️ laufey

It happens each time, but I fall for it each time. That he truly loves me, love through the soft glances, lingering touches and sleepless nights intertwined. His hands brushing through my hair as my chest presses against his. His stubble scratches against the bareness of my neck. A soft groan emits itself from him, “do you have to leave so soon?” I ask, I hear him huff as we split apart.

“Yeah. It’s the job” I hear him groan as he stands. He’s covered in scars. Some small some large, but there’s one; a large jagged edge that goes from the base of his ribs to his pelvis. It spreads and shrinks as he moves. Walking himself to my bathroom as I slowly check my phone before I get up and walk to my fridge. I find a shirt, lazily thrown on the ground. It’s mine, the pink silk button up. I button it up and open my fridge.

I leave for work before I see him again.

It happens more often than I like, that post concert haze. Silky dress and hair curled to perfection, it’s true that I look like something out of this world. That I look like a goddess in that light, I’m not surprised he took me home, nor am I that he left. When he saw the frizzy hair and tired eyes.

I go to the studio as I always do, guilty as always. Guilty of everything, of how my friends hair was ruined by the wind, but most of all I feel guilty of him. How I treated him, how that night was supposed to end. How maybe I did deceive him, how I’m not the beautiful creature he thinks I am. Surrounded by lights and violins, chellos and wind instruments. When the sun rises I am human again, with puffy cheeks and crazy hair.

I went from Goddess to Human in a night. I’ve risen, jumping to the light. Grasping at the sun, and somehow. In my naivety I grasped onto him. I let him in only for him to bring me down again. My anger fueled by his own, I let him shoot me down. Like a shooting star, somehow; I found myself letting him drain the life out of me.

I found myself waiting for his text, as I sit on the couch; every notification could be been his. Slowly sucking the soul out of me, out of my passion and my work. Waiting every minute for him, just a simple night out and I’m perfecting my makeup to be his goddess, to be the perfect one for him. The one the media doesn’t criticize; the one who’s past relationships get leaked over the media.

But now his number is blocked, and I finally let him go. I’m a goddess on stage but I’m not his. And in the confines of my home, the plant littered, messy apartment I’ve called my own, I’m no goddess. I may be one on stage. But alone.. alone. Im no goddess.

Now more than ever it’s important to vote. MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD!

As someone who lost their father to cancer I feel this is very important to share. Please vote in 2024, and vote for those who care more about the people rather than bullshit politics.

(I don’t typically talk politics or world affairs but this hit me hard.)

GOOD LUCK, BABE

I. Midoriya

No thots js him being in love w his assistant/ manager

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Shototodoroki - looks like you had a fun time

Y/nisthebestmanager - so bummed you couldnt make it :(

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PALE MOONLIGHT

Zuko (back on the grind again. Let’s see if this one makes it out of the drafts)

I’m from the water tribe, the north side instead of the south. Aang and I have become somewhat close; and I’ve found inner peace and acceptance of my sisters death. Coping and managing through deep breaths. But I’ve never been out like this. Hands on my knees and taking deep breaths. Trying to calm the racing of my heart.

I’m nervous, we attack Firelord Sozin tomorrow. But I’m too nervous to sleep. To antsy and pacy to think. So I’ve come out of my tent. To sit and think as Aang has advised. It’s Zuko who brings me from my spiral, “y/n” he murmurs my name so slightly I nearly jump out of my skin. I emit a soft gasp and he jumps a little too, “I’m sorry” he apologizes quickly before sitting next to me.

We overlook the sea, and how the pale moonlight reflects onto us, “did I wake you?” I ask after a minute of silence. He shakes his head and leans back.

“No. I was already awake. I saw you come out of your tent. I wanted to make sure you’re ok” he replies, our voices are hushed. Like silent secret whispers that’ll fade into the night. Like words that’ll never be spoken again. Even if we’re together.

“I just needed to clear my head, I’m like nervous about tomorrow but relived because maybe it’ll be over? But then.. I don’t know what I’ll do when it’s over. Or if it ever is” I confide, looking over at him. Pushing my damp hair over my shoulder to get a better look at him.

He’ll flex his jaw and stare down at his hands, “I guess that makes sense.. I think I’m going to have to kill Azula. My own sister” his voice quiets even more at that depressing thought. I sit up and reach for his hand. Holding it tenderly in my own.

“I couldn’t imagine hurting my siblings. I mean I hate them sometimes but ending their lives…” the hair on the back of my neck raises. The love I still have for my sister haunts me. It scares me.

“She’s just..” he pauses, “not right in the head. I don’t know why, maybe if my mom hadn’t left maybe if” he stops and stares at me, his eyes soften and he looks beautiful as the moon reflects on him. He looks almost angelic in this light. Like a gift from heaven.

“There’s no point in wondering about the ‘if’s’ we can only manage with the now’s” I tell him, pulling myself away from him as he leans in. Just a smidge, “we should go to bed.. sleep up”

His nostrils flare a little but he nods and helps me stand, “thank you. For this talk”

I smile, “of course. It means a lot to me that you shared this with me”

It happens so suddenly. He wraps me into his arms, holding me tightly in this strange hug. But I fall into it, grasping my arms around him too, “thank you again” I hear him murmur as he pulls away from me. He pats my shoulder and we bid each other goodnight.

As he walks into his tent the moonlight recedes away from him, and I’m dropped into the glass pool of moonlight.

CHERRY WINE

Pro hero! K.Bakugo

Tw: mentions of drinking

She sits there, at the bar as music plays on. Texting on her phone and slowly swirling a glass of wine. She has this frown that seems to follow her as she shuts her phone off and stares at the game that’s happening.

He’d always found hockey boring, a gathering of men who enjoy shoving eachother and hitting sticks. Although, the same could be said for hero work. A gathering of testosterone filled boys who enjoy causing mass destruction. He stalks closer to her, sliding next to her at the bar, “can I take you dancing?” He asks, she looks over her shoulder. Shielding her drink, the rim covered in lipstick stains.

“Mm?” She hums a little, a sultry voice suddenly fills the space, “dancing? You?”

He nods, “yeah, com’on. You waitin for someone?” He asks. His voice is hoarse but a little softer than hers. His blonde hair stumbles in front of his eyes and she makes the move to push it out of his eyes.

She hums again, “I was… but you’re here now” she shrugs a little, downing the rest of her cherry red drink; a small smile perks from her lips and she grasps his hand and locks her fingers with his, “are you married?” She asks, curiosity spikes her voice as she thumbs the silver band.

He gruffly exhales, “divorcing” he lets go of her hand, exhaling as he slips the ring off. Leaving it next to the empty wine glass and 20$.

“Ah” she murmurs, “how old are you again?” She squints her eyes a little to get a look at him. Some fine lines and stress marks. A handful of rough scars divide his features.

“Thirty seven.. you?” He asks. Not too worried he’s been hitting on a minor but as a public figure he should’ve checked first.

A soft grin crosses her face, “twenty three” his eyes widen at the age gap but there’s something so alluring to her. Deep curly hair that falls across her shoulders. Soft eyes that look into his own, “nothin illegal about dancing right?”

A soft smile quirks his lips and he encompasses her hips with his hands, “do you come with a name?” She asks as they sway together on the dance floor

“Mm.. you might’ve heard of me” he whispers into her ear. They’re so close he can feel her chest vibrate. This mystery woman is laughing in his arms. Head thrown back and blouse slumping down her figure, partially unbuttoned and untucked from her jeans.

“Really?” She scoffs, looking back up at him, “what are you? My boss?”

“Mm.. they call me Dynamight” he whispers again, her cheek is pressed against his and he can feel the smile lining her cheeks

“Mm.. Bakugo Katsuki” he hears, “I’ve seen some things about you” she whispers back, “lets lose tonight.. just” theres a heavy sigh she emits as she spins in his arms. In their world, it’s just the two of them. The world ending couldn’t disturb them.

He slowly pulls away from her, hands still on her hips, “how about..” he murmurs, allowing her to lean into him. Allowing her eyes to flick from his lips to his eyes, “I buy you a drink.” He offers

Her eyebrow quirks, “I’d like that very much.. Mr. Dynamight”