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the media are racist,

your neighbors are racist,

presidents are racist,

politicians are racist,

your friends are racist,

influencers are racist,

your family members are racist,

IF THEY SAY NOTHING ABOUT IT AND ACT LIKE THIS VIOLENCE AGAINST BLACK PEOPLE IS NORMAL.

Y/n: Why are there little handprints burns all over the walls?

Dabi: *whispering* Why are there little handprints burns all over the walls?

Toddler Dabi's and Y/n's son: *whispering* Because I have little hands.

Dabi: Because he has little hands.

Hiyaaa!!! Can you do a Illumi imagine in which he opens up to reader for the first of how he is always lonely and reader comforts him by telling him that they will never leave him as they love him?!

Hiiiii!!! OOO so this was a really interesting request to me because at first I was like “hmm idk if Illumi would” bUT the more I thought about it and the more I analyzed his character, I think I figured out how he would. Like he wouldn’t do it in the same way Killua would, so I really had to get into his mind for this. Haha anyways sorry for the ramble, I hope you enjoy and I hope you enjoy this!! Some vulnerable Illumi for the soul<3

Illumi had never questioned his place in this world, nor his place within the family. He was the eldest Zoldyck. He was had a role in the family. He was an assassin. He had no need for friends. He lived in a completely different world. He had no time for human feelings such as loneliness and longing. He was born to kill, born to serve his family. 

This is how the Illumi Zoldyck held his outlook on life. He was built to serve his family. Oh and they loved him anyways, right? Of course they did! If they didn’t love him, why would they always be sending him off to work? Why would he be the one to clean up any messes from the others if he wasn’t loved? Love to a human was deep, love to an assassin was recognition and skill. His parents loved him, that’s why he kept working. Killua loved him, that’s why Killua was able to harness all his talent and be the heir to the family business. 

At least that’s how Illumi saw the world, until his whole world came crashing down. He was walking about the Zoldyck Mansion, as he does on a regular day, and stopped outside the room where his parents were screaming. 

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Kikyo screamed, a muffled sob could be heard as her voice broke. “If it wasn’t for you, Killua would be home now. He would be here, where he belongs and carrying on the business. It’s your fault he’s running around freely!”

“He will be back,” Silva responded, unfazed by the woman’s outbreak. “This is my son we are talking about. You and I know very well he’s not like the others. He is a success.”

“And what if he never comes back?” she rebutted, not showing signs of calming down. “What are we supposed to do? Give the business to Illumi? Our first attempt and failure! The family is better off dead than in the hands of him!” 

“Will you stop it already!” Silva raised his voice. “You know I’m no idiot, I would never hand off the business to Illumi. You and I both know he is just a pawn, one we made to be thrown away. He serves us nothing like Killua will. We will get Killua back.” 

While Illumi listened in with what appeared to be an emotionless expression, his heart began to shatter has realization set in. He was unloved? He was unwanted? He would be casted aside? He would serve no purpose? He had no purpose? This world has no space for him? 

He rushed away from the scene, his thoughts racing as he tried to deny it all. It couldn’t be real, right? He was an assassin. He had no reason to long for love, for accept. Then why was he now falling apart? 

Now he found himself at your doorstep, breathing heavily as he repeatedly knocked on the door till you answered. 

“Illumi!” you answered surprised. “What are you doing here? I thought yo-”

“Do I have purpose?” Illumi asked, cutting you off. 

“Well yeah of course,” you answered confused at his sudden outburst. “Why are you asking?” 

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” his usual emotionless face became consumed with pain. He looked as if his whole body was about to break, like a fragile piece of glass. One more hit, and he would be shattered. You quickly pulled him inside and onto the couch, asking him gently what was going on. You let him know you were safe, that he could come to you. He had never opened up to anyone like this before, so at first was nervous. However, you were so gentle to him and so welcoming, he found himself able to tell you it all. He told you how lonely he was growing up, the abuse he faced, the lack of love and appreciation from his parents, how Killua left him, the conversation he just heard, and how he is only now realizing how empty he is. He had finally opened his heart up to not just you, but to himself. 

“Illumi,” you hugged him tightly. “I had no idea you were carrying all that. I mean I knew you had a rough upbringing, but I never knew how hard. I’m sorry you have been through all this. I promise, you are enough. You have me and all my love. I love you more than anything Illumi. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here for you, always.” 

For what felt like the first time, Illumi allowed himself to be consumed by your love as he melted in your touch, leaning on you. You two had been together for a few months now, but for the first time Illumi’s eyes and heart were opened. He realized he had been chasing after this type of real, pure love his entire love. He was human. He was lonely, and now he is loved. The gates to his heart were open. He was experiencing real love for once, and he loved it. 

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robin and steve being each others homophobic dog i LOVE to see it

This took me way to long to read….;-; also if you know you know

Close to you

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au) 

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo’s, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot.

A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it tripled in length. 

W/c: 9.8k

Song rec: Lover by Taylor Swift 

You and Yoongi play basketball together, late at night in the park near your college. You don’t know how you started meeting up, but now you do nearly every day. You gather with the others at the edge of the court when the street lights turn on. Maybe it’s just to let off some steam from your busy college schedules, less than ideal lives, or just plain because you like the game. 

It’s a mish-mash of different people from different backgrounds, misfits and goody-two-shoes alike, pros and newbies at different skill levels, but everyone is pretty good. 

The games are never serious and no one really ever keeps score. The teams change depending on who tells what joke who gives what jibe. Lines are drawn in the minutes before you start, sides taken based off inside jokes and playful feuds. 

One night when a regular named Wonho wears a crop top and calls it ‘fashion’- teams are drawn based on who thinks it’s ridiculous or not. (You and Yoongi are on the same team that night- because of course boys should be allowed to wear crop tops).

You’re always the last two to leave the court at night, sometimes just before the lights shut off at midnight, sometimes you have to hop the fence if the security guard has already come around to lock up. You joke that he might have a vendetta against your group- you always say until the very last moment the court closes and he grumbles about leaving early. 

And on the nights where strangers lean in- when the streets don’t feel so safe and shadowy figures that seem recognizable at a distance linger longer than they should. When there’s another stabbing or a rumor of a girl getting taken off the street, Yoongi is the first to ask if you want him to walk you home.

You try reserving your impression until you know him better. But the tattoos on his arms and on his chest, peaking out over the low collar of his tanktops lead you to make conclusions that you’re not proud of. 

Your first interactions with him are brief at best and you know just from how he looks that you should be careful around him. The others might play at being rugged and dangerous but Yoongi doesn’t have to pretend. 

You realize this when he stats to walk you home. No one messes with him, the other gangbangers on the street don’t catcall you when yoongi walks you home. Shop keepers seem to Nodd at him if they feel brave and close their doors the second they see him if they don’t. 

Yoongi seems pretty abnormal for a typical gangbanger, He doesn’t fit the trigger happy sadistic stereotype that the media paints others of his ilk in. 

When he first asks to walk you home, You blush and let him because Yoongi is cute, charming even, and he’s nice company, even if he does look a little threatening sometimes. 

You wouldn’t let him walk you home for any other reason then just…needing the safety he provides, not at first, not when your overprotective older brother doesn’t let you date at all. You have a dating ban until you graduate college and as long as you sleep under his Roof. 

He’d even tried to squash your interest in the pick-up basketball games when you first started going- but you needed an outlet, justified it by saying you weren’t apart of any sports teams and needed to exercise. it isn’t safe on the streets so late at night, he says (and he’s not wrong- it isn’t.) he tries to get you to stay home each night or tries to guilt you into only playing on the weekends during the daytime.

But try as you might, every time he says it isn’t safe or brings up a carefully worded story by the news on the infestation of gangs in the city, you can’t help but picture Yoongi’s face. And maybe it isn’t safe for everyone. but the way he looks at you- guarded but curious and with a hint of mirth over the edge of a ball during a pass, makes you think that it’s safe for you. 

You weren’t exactly sheltered here, in your nice apartment on the edge of where town turns from seedy to bougie. You straddle the edge of gentrification Unable to fit in perfectly with either side. You’ve already had to move your apartment twice since you moved in with him after rent hikes and new policies made your past apartments just too expensive. 

The first time your brother catches sight of Yoongi, on the stoop of your apartment building just as your brother gets home from work- perfectly mistimed, he goes apeshit when he realizes that Yoongi’s just dropped you off. Your older brother takes one look at him and says that you shouldn’t date gangsters- that Yoongi will just bring your trouble one day. 

“Jesus Christ- he was just walking me home it’s not like it’s a big deal” and you remind him that you’re not dating- that you’re just friends and Yoongi is just being nice- and that your brother should be glad you have friends that want you to get home safe. 

He tries to keep you from going out the next night and threatens you with few words not to keep seeing him. You’re late to the game because of it sucking off your pink sweatshirt and growling out that you need to work off some steam. “join my team” Yoongi says, making the others pause with a wave of his hands. 

 They reach for water bottles while you get your shoes on, Yoongi tucks the ball under his arm and stands while you finish lacing up your shoes. “you good?” he asks, “yeah just my brother being a dick and making me late.” 

You know he says it’s all for you so that you’ll do well and school and get a good job later in life and have it easy, unlike either or your parents. but sometimes it feels like he just wants to control you needlessly. Yoongi nods and you see something- the mention of older brothers darken his gaze, you wonder why.  “He pitch a fit after he saw me last night?”

 “Oh you know it,” you say with false positivity. “But don’t worry you can still like- walk me home if you want, I liked talking to you yesterday,” you say, Shooting him a smile that makes his cheeks turn a little pink, he clears his throat “if it makes you feel safer of course” He reassures, ever the gentleman, and goes to shoot some free throws while you finish getting settled. 

The blush doesn’t fall really, especially when you meet his eyes over a pass a few seconds into the pell-mell start of the game. And you start to think that Yoongi with  his tattoo’s and his roguish exterior might be the perfect amount of rebellion to get out from underneath your brother’s thumb

Of course, Yoongi ends up being a lot more than that. 

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