#He got looked down on a lot in Elementary school and bullied. Middle school he got sharp and cocky but it was all an act really

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

A Rarity

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You have a rare genetic code called heterochromia. You have two different colored eyes that you have tried to suppress ever since you got seriously bullied in middle school. Just when you're about to present a case, you find your contact case is missing.

Square Filled: friends with benefits (2022) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Today is the day you start your new job as the team’s liaison. You’ve always been part of this since JJ was the main person to deal with it. However, she’s been promoted to profiler which means all the slack now falls on your shoulders. You love interacting with families and comforting them when they most need it.

This is the first case when it’s just going to be you, so you’re kind of nervous about it. Before going into the briefing room, you decide to touch up on your makeup and hair as if you’re going in front of millions on the TV to present the case. You take out your contacts and leave them to rehydrate on your desk while you go to the bathroom to fix your makeup.

Once you’re done, you make sure not to look into anyone’s eyes as you make your way back to your desk. The first thing you do is put away your makeup. The second thing you do is grab your contacts to put them back in but they’re not where you left them.

“Shit,” you curse and go through your entire desk. “No, this isn’t happening.”

You’re panicking at the thought of not having your contacts. You don’t need them to see, in fact, you have 20/20 vision. No, you use them only for color because you have a rare thing called heterochromia. Your right eye is bright blue and your left is bright green. You were born with two different eye colors. No one in your family has this genetic but you, so you have no idea where it came from.

Ever since you were enrolled in school, you were bullied for your eyes. It didn’t start getting bad until middle school when kids were more focused on appearances than learning and making friends. Kids in elementary school actually found them to be cool but only because they were little kids who didn’t know any better.

Your peers made you hate this part of you even though you can’t do anything about it. As soon as you started high school, you begged your mom to get you colored contacts. You’ve been wearing them ever since even into your adult years. You choose a natural blue to make yourself look more normal. Had you not had those, you would for sure get bullied even worse than in middle school.

The longer you went wearing them the more people thought your eyes were just one color. No one at work knows about this or so you thought. The only person who might know about this is Spencer but that’s only because you two have been friends with benefits for quite some time now. It helps to have one to work off the stress from work. Plus, he’s an amazing lover so there’s a plus.

You two aren’t dating just fucking a lot.

While he was getting ready this morning at your place, you were in the bathroom rushing to do your makeup. You hadn’t put your contacts in just yet so if he were to walk in the bathroom, he’d see your eyes for what they truly are. He was getting ready and peeked through the open door to see if you were close to being done when he saw the beauty in your eyes. He didn’t say anything about it so as not to embarrass you.

He walks into the bullpen from the break room to see you panicking.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Where are my contacts? I just had them on my desk.”

“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he lied. You refuse to look at him without them in. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. You have glasses, right?”

“Yes, but--”

“But what? What’s the problem?”

“Never mind,” you groan and continue looking for them.

“Hey, look at me.” When you don’t, he sets his coffee down on the desk and grabs your chin gently. He makes you look at him but you close your eyes so he doesn’t see their colors. “Open your eyes.”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Darling, open your eyes,” he says gently.

He would be the person to find out eventually. You sigh and open your eyes to show him the rarity you have. Now that he gets to see them up close, he’s falling more in love with you. You might not have feelings for him but he certainly has them for you. He only keeps you as a fuck buddy because if he were to tell you the truth, he might lose you.

“What beautiful eyes you have.”

“They’re ugly,” you sigh and pull away from him.

“Who told you that?”

“Everyone I’ve ever known,” you scoff. You look at your watch and notice the time. “Shit, I have to give the case out.”

“No one is going to notice.”

“Are you kidding me? They’re so bright. They stand out.”

“Fine, if they make comments, I’ll handle it.”

You have no choice but to go in there without your contacts. You sigh and grab your things before heading to the briefing room with Spencer. Everyone is already in there waiting so you immediately get started. As you’re talking, you notice Spencer watching you with a smile on his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he mouths to you.

Your cheeks heat up but you don’t let it show how happy he makes you. The briefing only lasts thirty minutes before Hotch announces wheels up. When everyone is packing up to get out of there, you notice something sticking out of Spencer’s back pocket. 

Your contact case. You want to be mad at him for taking it but maybe it’s time to let your rarity shine.

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[aimportantdragoncollector]

For the ask game, AU where Izuku is low key embarrassed of his uncle because he is so beautiful he keeps accidentally seducing everyone he meets, please. (Yoichi reserves the not accidental seduction for his husbands.)

Heh I love this one:

1. Hisashi and Inko are business partners who often travel for work, so they leave Izuku to stay with his three uncles: Yoichi, Second (Kaiji), and Third (Sanzou). Izuku doesn't mind because he loves his uncles, but man does he ever hate going outside with Uncle Yoichi. Because it's nothing but trouble! Every time they go out, Yoichi gets approached by modeling agents, every shop gives them discounts, and people take pictures in public. To Izuku's great annoyance, people keep mistaking his uncle for his older brother. Furthermore, Yoichi attracts every train molester, flasher, stalker, and kidnapper. Izuku carries a taser to handle all of them. He's appointed himself as bodyguard because he believes that his air-headed, beautiful uncle is way too clueless, defenseless, and prone to giving people the benefit of the doubt.

2. Over the years, Izuku has developed an itchy trigger finger with the taser and a policy of preemptive strikes towards anyone who looks at Yoichi wrong. Izuku has been capturing perverts and taking them to the police since elementary school. In middle school he tasered Re-Destro from behind for trying to kidnap his uncle (without knowing who he was). Izuku got a medal for taking down such a dangerous villain.

3. Izuku also dislikes how everyone treats him differently after meeting his uncle. He's dealt with bullying issues in the past because of his quirklessness. But as soon as they lay eyes on his uncle, his teachers rush to favor him and even the other kids try to befriend him to have an excuse to come over to his house and gawk. Izuku hates the fakeness even more than the bullying.

4. Katsuki Bakugo is the first person Izuku ever met who didn't go gah-gah over his uncle and Izuku really appreciates how Katsuki doesn't treat him any differently. (Katsuki is not immune, he's just too stubborn to show it. As a result, he tries to avoid Izuku and whatever weirdness is going on around him.) In this AU, Katsuki's bullying got cut off very early on because all of Izuku's teachers intensely favor him. In fact, Izuku's teachers make excuses to come over to his house for frequent parent-teacher conferences specifically during the times when he lives with his uncles. It annoys Izuku that Yoichi does not seem to realize these conferences are unnecessary and can happily talk about his cute nephew all day.

5. Yoichi constantly causes gay/bisexual awakenings in everyone he meets, including women who discover they like women after meeting him. Don't question how that works.

6. Izuku also hates how when he goes out in public with all three of his uncles, people whisper behind their backs about how Kaiji and Sanzou aren't handsome enough for Yoichi. Strangers are disrespectful enough to hit on Yoichi in front of his partners and tell him that he could do better. Kaiji and Sanzou are very secure and just laugh it off. Izuku "accidentally" tasers the rudest ones.

7. Izuku's also embarrassed because Uncle Yoichi dotes on him in public, which attracts attention to him. A lot of suitors see playing nice with Izuku as their "in" with Yoichi or think they will impress Yoichi by showing off how good they are with kids.

8. On the bright side, Yoichi gets lots of hero autographs for Izuku. (Any autograph Izuku wants, including villain autographs.) Izuku assumes that this is because even people in the hero industry can't resist his uncle's smile. He's right, but he doesn't know the whole story.

9. Yoichi is a famous villain. All the heroes and villains alike are infatuated with his alter ego. In this AU, Izuku's entire family is full of villains: Inko is a villain and All for One's business partner, which is why she goes away with her husband on business trips frequently. Kaiji and Sanzou are also villains. Izuku has no idea.

10. Izuku also doesn't know that his uncles ruined lives of everyone who bullied him in past. The perverts who get tasered by Izuku are the lucky ones. You don’t want to know what Yoichi does to perverts who harass him when he’s out alone.

[morganbritton132]

Why is it so fucking funny that Eddie scares Steve a lot on purpose and Steve scares Gareth just accidentally. Because now I’m imagining Eddie being frustrated because he can never scare Gareth and Steve does it without trying

Gareth’s parents are a stereotype of good parents from a small town. It’s as if you put all the good qualities of sitcom parents into a blender and poured them into two people.

They are supportive and kind. Gareth’s dad coached his little league baseball team (Steve was on this team too, btw) and never yelled at a kid once even when one kid ran the bases in the wrong direction. His mom was the Classroom Mother every year throughout elementary school. Hell, Gareth’s mother was the second adult that Eddie came out to.

Gareth’s parents are also hardcore horror fans.

Gareth has been going to haunted houses and cornfield mazes since he was a toddler, he grew up watching every horror movie they could get on tape, and Eddie could not scare him. It drove him crazy.

And it’s not that Eddie can’t make Gareth flinch. He can! If he raises his voice in the cafeteria or climbed on the table, if he sneered in the face of a bully and the bully hits back, if Eddie tsked at his D&D character’s next move – Gareth flinched.

But if Eddie jumped out to scare him? Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

It was infuriating. Even more so because Steve could jump scare him in his sleep.

It’s a case of bad luck, bad timing, or a terrible sleep schedule because Gareth is always the one awake when Harrington starts being weird on tour.

He woke up once and Steve was just staring at him with this blank empty look on his face. Gareth had the top bunk and slept with his back to the wall. Steve’s face was mere inches away from his when Gareth opened his eyes. He startled back so fast that his head hit the side of the bus hard enough to wake Jeff up.

 He went to the bathroom once in the middle of the night and when he opened the door, Steve was standing right there. He wasn’t even sleepwalking this time, just impatient about needing to piss.

Gareth couldn’t sleep one night when he heard Steve get out of bed. All he did was stand in the middle of the little sitting area of the bus, muttering something to himself. It didn’t seem like Eddie was going to wake up any time soon, so Gareth got out of bed and went to get him.

He grabbed Steve’s shoulder to put him back in bed when Steve swung at him, microphone stand in hand. Gareth stumbled back so fast, he tripped over his feet. He watched Steve with an eerily blank face raise the mic stand over his head, but never made contact when he swung down because there was a hand there suddenly.

Eddie’s hand was tight around the stand when Steve tried to pull it back and his eyes were uncharacteristically serious, but his tone was light, “Stevie, baby. It’s me. It’s Eddie. Where are you at in that big head of yours because we’re not there. The gate is closed. You’re on tour with me and Gareth. You’re safe. Everybody is safe.”

Once Gareth woke up, saw that Steve wasn’t with Eddie in the bunk below him and found him standing at the bus’ door. The bus that was currently going sixty miles per hour down the interstate. Gareth’s heart doesn’t stop pounding in his chest for hours after he convinced Steve to get back in bed. 

[pjsk-headcanons]

wxs stimming hcs because i got inspo from everyone else (warning 99.9% of this is self projection hh)

Rui:

When he gets really happy he jumps up and down and shakes his hands (like. really happy. not just normal happy, pure ecstasy kind of happy)

He has a lot of vocal stims, he mainly says them when he’s alone or like, completely in a different world because people would make fun of him for saying random shit

He watched jimmy neutron once in elementary and started saying “think think think.. brain blast!” whenever he had an idea because it sounded really funny. he stopped in middle school cause of like, yaknow, bullies (this happened to me but i was never bullied 🤪)

he picks at the skin around his hands when he’s idle too long. people think he’s nervous but he’s really not

Emu:

jumping 24/7

She’ll start singing/humming when she’s bored

She can’t sit still at all. She’s always moving. Specifically bouncing her leg, or like, spinning in her chair so her legs are where her head should be (her family gets annoyed at this)

this isn’t really a stim but she talks to herself a lot (like fun arguments most of the time) and she looks like a manic to strangers when words start coming out of her mouth

Tsukasa:

He does a little dancy dance when he’s idle because he’s an npc

he jumps a lot, but it’s only when he’s very bored/starts going into his own little world

he needs background noise 24/7 or he’ll lose it, so whenever the room goes quiet, he starts humming subconsciously

He punches the air. Just trust me on this.

Idk how to explain this but when he listens to music, he rubs his teeth together/opens and closes his jaw to the beat. His dentist hates this btw

Nene:

The only one who doesn’t jump

She listens to the same song 10000 times a day for weeks until she’s genuinely tired of hearing it

She chews on the neckline of her shirt

This is more of a sensory thing but i think she would eat plain tortillas as snacks because the texture is nice (i do this. my friend is latina and she kinda acts like it’s a hate crime but idk)

-language anon

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[daydreaming-paradies]

The Sun to My Darkness

Summary: Missing an Childhood friend is hard but it takes a lot of time for that special someone to come back. For this one boy: His sun has come back to him

Ship: Xiao x GN!reader

Word Count: 1,134k words

Warning: hurt/comfort, Xiao being a little emo, insecure reader, mentions of a divorce, reader and Xiao missing each other deeply, sweet reunion

Recommend listen to: Shameless by Camila Cabello + Heart a La Mode by Hastune Miku

If anyone asks Xiao who is his one true love, he might say his sunshine with a deadpan expression. 

Xiao was the type of boy who seems distant and cold towards others except few close ones but in this case: He still has not let go of his heart because of a certain person. You..you held his heart and unexpectedly took a piece of him with you.

You and Xiao are total opposites. You were a happy and friendly child while Xiao is a distant and cold boy who refused to let anyone near him but you. He is mad at anyone else but you. Like that is picking favorites. Xiao always remembers how you always barge through his room and ask him to go outside with you and play. Or how you got in trouble because you got into a fight with some students because they are bullying Xiao. And do not get him started on how every time you see Xiao, you proudly say “My Darkness’ like it is a normal everyday thing to you.Those memories replays in Xiao’s head rent free and he hates it and loves it. It has been..years since he last saw you..since he last saw that goofy smile on your face. It was in the middle of summer in 3rd grade elementary school. You were not your normal self..you were mostly down and had that gloomy aura. Xiao always knew you well..even when you tried to lie to him. With a lot of prodding and poking, you broke down and confessed to Xiao.

You are moving away..to another state due to your family problems. Xiao did not understand it at the time but he now knows that your parents had a nasty divorce which resulted in your father having full custody of you. Xiao never liked your mother and it is unfortunately sad how she ruined a perfect family but then again, Xiao does not care about her..he cared about you and you alone. How lonely Xiao feels without you..How his world is nothing but darkness…

Meanwhile, you are no different from Xiao except the fact you have gotten more collected and still sociable. You still have new friends but none of them is like Xiao. None of them treated you the way Xiao treated you. You always spend your nights thinking how Xiao hugs you when you have to run away from when your parents started arguing. How Xiao defended you when your mother mocked you. Everything about Xiao still haunts you..you want to see Xiao again but when? Maybe fate decided to make this into a reality.

When the new day of high school arrived, Xiao felt his world grew darker and more lifeless as usual. He shows that same stoic expression on his face as he walks to class, just letting his friends talk like any normal day but he caught something in the corner of his eye. He could have sworn that he saw a familiar (h/c) person standing near the lockers with that expression on their face. “Hm?” The teal haired male was confused but he thought nothing of it. ‘Is it not them right?’ He thought to himself as he entered his class and went to his seat. ‘It can’t be them..they moved away years ago. They could not have moved back here..right?’ Xiao just looked out of the window as his peers filled the classroom which Xiao paid no mind to as they were just peers. After the teacher walked in and started the class like normal, Xiao paid little or no attention to the boring speech until he heard this from the teacher: “Class. We have a new student. Please come in.” 

The class door opens and a person walks in, eyes watching the figure who walks to the front of the class. The person was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Hello everyone.” Xiao froze and slowly turned his head to face the source of the voice. “My name is [name] [last name]. It is a pleasure to meet you all. Please accept me with open arms.” Xiao’s gold eyes made eye contact with familiar [e/c] eyes which widened in shock but it softened and curled to express their happiness. Xiao could not believe his eyes..it is you. His sunshine..his sun. You are back! You are back!! To everyone’s eyes,Xiao looks like he doesn't care but deep inside,his heart is racing like it is in a marathon. He watches you sit down next to him and smiles which makes him want to hug you right here and now but he can’t because he knows how you do not like it how you two hug when eyes are literally watching you two like hawks. So he waits until lunch time so he can drag you to a private place.You just watch how Xiao just walks up to your table, gently drags you away by your wrist as he ignores everyone’s questioning stares and whispers along the way.

After you two are now alone in the empty classroom, an awkward silence falls between you two which makes you uncomfortable. Understandably so since it has been years. Years since you two last saw each other. “H-Hey Xiao.” You started but you were interrupted by Xiao pinning you against the wall, startling you. “X-Xiao?! W-What is wrong?” You ask Xiao as said male did not reply but he just stared at you with his golden eyes that are so sharp that you felt like his eyes are staring deep into your own soul. "My sun..you have come back to me." Xiao cups your face with his hands, trying to fight back tears. "You have come back to me. The world was so dull without you. I cannot handle living without you..please..promise me that you would not leave me again..” Your eyes widened in shock before tearing up, confessing your feelings. “Xiao..you are always on my mind. Not a single day has you not left my mind. My heart belongs to you..and your heart belongs to me,Xiao. I am not letting you go,”

Xiao’s eyes widened in disbelief before they softened like a feather. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip, slowly leaning in that your both nose is almost touching. He stares at your lips and whispers hoarsely to you. “Kiss me..” He licked his lips “please..my sunshine..” You obey his order and kiss him on the lips, letting Xiao deepen the kiss.

You are the sun to Xiao’s darkness. Now you two are finally reunited once again and you two are not letting each other go again..not even fate can not separated you both.

~Taglist: @areislol @snobwaffles @ryuryuryuyurboat @dailypenpen @windblume-wishes @husky-studies @kalims @rrxaiky @ainescribe @asoulsreverie @mccnstruck @loreilane @sweetlyvibe @rxugesworld @starglitterz @yuan4i @kxttqi

[mushroommanstan]

university!au please!! infamous!shiggy with average s/o 🤼‍♀️ pls i

Oh anon, how did you know I’ve been wanting to write a college au Shig for a while? You must be psychic or something, very impressive!

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Creepy Tenko Part One:

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Anyways, I know you want the smut and shit but there’s a few things about Tenko that make him so infamous.

First off, his backstory. Basically, he was kidnapped by AFO as usual, but he was rescued by heroes this time a few months after. Unfortunately, a lot of damage had already been done.

The heroes were embarrassed as hell that they took so long to save him, and as a publicity act, paid to put him through elementary school, middle school, high school and hell even college. The big package.

Because of that, his entry was guaranteed since he was like 6. Obviously, this is gonna turn some heads.

Now this guy was infamous around campus for many reasons. For starters, growing up murdering his family and spending a summer with your local serial killer is gonna be the headline of his life. Everyone knows about that, and he doesn’t even deny it.

Also, because of that experience he has major ptsd and schizophrenia, causing a few tiny violent outbursts throughout his childhood. But it’s fine, he’s medicated now… most of the time.

He’s also very aloof, not talking to anyone if he can help it. He’s used to bullying, and at this point has pretty much given up making any friends. He’s so used to people being scared of him, just like his old master said, that he kind of embraces it, not even trying to hide when he stares at people for hours on end.

Oh yeah, and the stares. This guys got a dark ass aura. His blazing red eyes burn a hole in the back of the women he stares at. He’s a smart guy, he doesn’t need to pay attention to the whole lesson to get the gist. So lucky him, he can spend the rest of the class period staring at some chick while discreetly touching himself under the desk. Make eye contact with him if you dare.

The thing that completely tanked his reputation however, was when one guy got pissed at him for making goo-goo eyes at his girlfriend all day. He stopped him on his way to his dorm, punching him which made him stumble.

Something flew out of his hoodie pocket, and the man picked it up, students gathering around as he faced poor Tenko.

Tenko looked mortified, tears gathering in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at his attacker. He was looking at his stolen object. The assailant hadn’t gotten a good look at what he was holding, and by the look on the freaks face it meant something to him.

The other students who gathered around screamed, some running to hurl in the nearby trash cans. When he finally looked at what he was holding it took him a good second to figure out what it was.

It was cold and grey. Fleshy with a golden back and… fingernails. Wait… was that… oh my god.

He yelled throwing the detached hand into the air, Tenko diving to catch it. He could feel himself losing control, his old senseis voice overtaking his brain and making his whole body shiver. He-he needed to calm down.

Tenko rose, pressing the cool hand into his face as he took deep breaths. He stopped trembling, and for a second, even with the screaming and yelling and trampling, everything was calm.

Obviously he got in trouble for having a murder scene victim’s body part in his possession, but Tenko knew from experience that no matter whatever bullshit they tried to scare him with, they couldn’t expel him.

He was like a mascot for the heroes’s new scholarship program. No way they would let him get expelled just because he kept a memento of his lost family. So, like always they payed them off. But the students remembered, and the guy who held the disembodied hand needed therapy.

So, not only was he a creep who got off to pictures of feet in the bathroom during homeroom, he also was a creep who kept a souvenir of his first murder victim with him at all times. Weird weird weird.

And then you came along.

He didn’t think much of you, that was, until you decided to sit down in one of multiple empty seats bordering his desk. No one ever sits this close.

Well… he had to admit… you were pretty. With your silky (h/c) hair, and your brilliant eyes, and your juicy, plump…. Eh-hum, personality.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring, not like he tried. You’ll learn soon enough that he’s a creep, and then he’ll be alone again. Yep. All on his own. Terrific.

His eyes bore into you, not just in one place but all over. Scanning over your body and memorizing every detail. From this close he could truly see how smooth and soft your skin was. And he could smell your perfume. What was that, lilac?

“Oh, do you like the perfume? I just got it! It’s lilac!”

Shit. You must have a mind reading quirk. He could feel his face growing bright red at the idea of you seeing the foul things he imagined in the last minute or so.

Truthfully you only knew because you could hear him sniffing the air like a puppy exploring a grassy field for the first time.

As the class went on you looked at him occasionally, not flinching whatsoever at the intense eye contact he returned. You had to admit… he was pretty cute. With eyes like those he should be the center of attention yet here he is sulking in the back of the class. Well, whatever, not your business.

The professor droned on about who knows what, making the both of you slump over your desks with boredom. You were praying for an oasis in the midst of this dry, dull desert of a classroom, when you heard a familiar sound.

Beep-boop, boop bleep!

You could recognize that sound anywhere! That was… that was…

You had to stop yourself from slamming your hands on the table in shock. The cute guy sitting next to you was playing the limited edition “Super Hero Adventure Deluxe” for the gameboy advance. (Not an actual game I think)

Aka, the only game in the Super Hero Adventure franchise you had yet to play. The one you had scoured EBay for forever. Holy shit, marry me!

You couldn’t help yourself, despite not knowing this guy in the slightest you pressed yourself into his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him and causing almost everyone to stop and look at you. You looked down at the pixelated screen, currently being death gripped by gloved hands as your cheek smushed against his fluffy black hair.

Tenko could feel his body shutting down from the inside. The sudden physical contact, the fact it was from a hot girl, and the realization she had an interest in his favorite game was all too much. Everyone watched as he pushed you away, screaming at you to stay away from him with some fairly colorful language.

Your expression darkened, and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Having used to people tucking in their tail, he had to say he was not at all prepared for this. He didn’t actually want to fight you, he just wanted you to back off! … don’t make him fight you, you’re the first girl to touch him in years.

You both held intense eye contact for what felt like forever, but in reality was for only a second.

“You do not talk to me like that. Understand?”

Oh boy. Oh-ho-ho BOY you were awakening something in him he didn’t know he had. His face turned tomato red and his ire-filled glare turned into a soft gaze filled with child-like wonder. Not being able to speak he shakily nodded, hand raising up to feel along the one gripping his shirt. His fluffy hair bounced a little as he nodded.

You let go, returning to your seat with a huff and turned your head, and you were met with the utterly shocked faces of your classmates. They looked at you like you had just slain a dragon.

Meanwhile Tenko said nothing, face still completely red as his foggy mind spent the rest of class processing these new feelings that came up. The way you touched him, the way you scolded him! It was so… mean. So entitled. So dominant.

He wants more.

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Believe me, I will be doing a part two! Thanks again for the ask, it finally gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write this!

[calholic]

idk if you'd be ok w this but tom kaulitz x female reader highschool au?

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you go to high school with the tom kaulitz

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, cigarettes, extreme bullying

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: someone had a similar req to this where reader gets bullied so i tried adding some of that into here ❤️ also i feel like i add angst to all my stories 😭 ik i’m making tom sound like a bad guy in these stories which can make people feel that way about him irl (ahem my living nightmare) but plz guys im just doing it for the angst i swear im not a tom anti haha

you’ve know tom and bill since forever, i mean the three of you have been together since elementary school. they were both really different now with tom being a massive player and bill being, well, bill. you guys were now in high school and you would like to say it got easier but it didn’t. you were constantly harassed by tom’s fangirls which was unbearable. obviously you’ve talked to tom about it but he ended up being honored that his fans were so loyal. “stay away from tom, pick me,” you hear a girl say as you walked down the hall. these girls would never say anything to your face, only spew hate from behind your back.

you ignored them all of course but it was still annoying. “your fangirls are at it again,” you said to tom as you sat down in your first hour class. “i’m flattered,” he said half-heartedly, looking down on his phone, texting. tom had been texting a lot lately and you were curious. “who’re you texting? you been at it all week,” you asked. “some girl i met last week while shopping with bill,” he said. “oh,” you replied, looking down at your desk. you’ve had a crush on tom since middle school and hearing about his new love interests really hurt. “i think she might be the one, i’m meeting with her tonight,” he said smiling, totally ignoring your sudden change of emotion.

you were silent for the rest of class and left early, leaving without waiting for tom like you usually did. you went to go confide with bill later at lunch. “ugh it’s just so annoying hearing him talk about other girls,” you said sighing. “why don’t you just confess then?” bill asked. “you don’t get, it’s way more complicated than that. i mean, he doesn’t even like me!” you said. “you never know~,” bill said. “why? did he said something about me?” you asked. “calm down, he didn’t say anything,” bill said, letting your hopes down. “ugh whatever, i’m going to class now,” you said before leaving.

you packed your bags as the dismissal bell rang, you would walk home with bill and tom since you guys lived nearby. you were still a little mad at tom but you wanted to wait for bill. you felt a water bottle lightly tap on your head and you turned around to see tom. “why’re you mad at me? is it because i talked about another girl?” he asked, smirking. “what did bill tell you?” you asked, annoyed that bill would tell tom. “what?” he asked confused. you might’ve just accidentally almost revealed your crush on tom so you quickly came up with a lame excuse. “what? no? of course not, bill told me you stole my bag of chips,” you said defensively.

“oh, yeah i forgot about that,” he said laughing. “hey guys, ready to go?” bill asked as he walked up to the two of you. “yeah, let’s go,” you said. the walk was pretty silent now as you thought of what tom would be doing with that girl tonight. it wasn’t fair that he was having all the fun meeting people and hooking up almost every night. you wanted to experience that fun too so when you got home you called your friend audrey, and asked if she knew anyone throwing a party. “oh yeah! i heard adrian’s hosting one at his dad’s house and i heard that it’s massive too,” she said. “cool! when is it?” you asked. “friday, wanna come over to get ready together?” she asked. “of course!” you replied.

it was late now and you were getting ready for bed before you heard a knock at your window, it was tom. “what do you want?” you asked. “can i come in?” he yelled from below. “whatever,” you said, walking back into your room. he quickly slipped in and laid on your bed. “she ditched me, i can’t believe her! how could you ditch such a hottie like me??” he said. “who wouldn’t?” you asked with a laugh. “what’s your problem?” tom looked at you with a serious expression now. “well let’s see, first your sho up to my house unannounced at 10pm, then you talk about your failed hookup, do i need to say more?” you asked. “you’ve been acting like a bitch lately,” he said. “i’m leaving,”

and with that tom left as quick as he came. you felt a little bad but you knew it needed to be addressed. the next day at school was rough, tom avoided you and the girls were even more relentless now as well. “what did you do to tom?” asked jessica, one of tom’s biggest fan girls. you couldn’t give her the time of day so you walked off.

“i’m not done talking!” she screamed. “i don’t care,” you replied. you weren’t having it and just wanted to go home, you were tired of everything and couldn’t take your mind off tom. you kept walking to your next class until school ended finally. you didn’t even wait for tom or bill and just went home by yourself, you even ran a little to avoid them. bill called you later and asked why you and tom weren’t talking. “some stuff happened last night and i’m honestly so tired of him now,” you explained. “come on now, you guys are like two peas in a pod!” he said. “not anymore,” you replied. you scrolled around and myspace and saw that tom had posted something. it was him at a party, probably from last night after he left your house. he was surrounded by girls which made you even more frustrated.

the party was one day away now and you were deciding your outfit, you were going to go all out. perhaps something slutty? you didn’t know yet, but you did know that you were going to get drunk and hook up. you met up with audrey to discuss friday before school started. “maybe a halter top?” she suggested. “ooh a miniskirt!” you added in. “i think i’ll wear my sequined tank top with a skirt,” she said. “i don’t know what i’m wearing yet,” you said putting your head down. “it’s okay, if you can’t find anything you can wear some of my clothes,” she said. “okay,” you said.

you walked into first hour, dreading it. you didn’t want to see tom, like at all. when you ed in, his desk was surrounded by girls as usual. one them gave you a dirty look as you walked up to your desk. you overheard what they were talking about and tom was telling them about what you said. that bitch, you couldn’t believe he was telling people, and his fangirls at that, your guys’ personal business. you knew you wouldn’t be able to live it down from them so you just put your headphones in and head down. your jaded your head when classed started and you swore you’d as tom smirking at you as the girls started dissipating.

when school ended you began walking before you felt someone grab your shoulder, it was tom and you wondered what he wanted. “we need to talk,” he said. “about what? how you’re telling your stupid fangirls about our business? they’re never going to leave me be now that they know that! but you don’t care do you? because you’re so selfish and only care about which girl you’re going to fuck next right?” you said. you left tom speechless and left before you gave him time to speak. you can’t believe you just let all your anger out on him like that. you tried not to feel bad because he deserved it but you still couldn’t help it. you quickly walked home after that’s hoping to avoid bill as well.

you wanted to drown now and never see anyone again. you took a nap and woke up to missed calls from bill, which you answered. “hello?” you asked. “______ i don’t know what going on with you and tom but it needs to end. you guys are best friends and can’t be on bad terms like this! i care about you two,” he said. “i love you bill but nothing is going to change my mind. anyways, see you at adrian’s?” you asked. “yeah whatever, bye,” he said. you put the phone down and got in the shower. it was late now but you decided to do homework before going to bed. you woke up the next, refreshed and ready, you felt very confident and ready for tonight. you met up with audrey to discuss plans and then went to first hour.

tom was already there and he waved at you, signaling he wanted to talk but you turned around immediately and went to go talk to someone else. school felt like forever but eventually it ended and you met up with audrey to go to her house. “okay, i’ll shower first and the i’ll start on makeup okay?” audrey confirmed. “sure,” you said as you sat down on her bed. soon enough she finished her shower and you got in.

the two of you finished your makeup and it was time to choose outfits. audrey ended up with a halter top and a low rise skirt while you wore a tupe top with the shortest skirt ever. you guys did hair as well and then left. adrian’s house was indeed hug and there were already people there. most were kids from school but others were from different ones too. you immediately saw tom on a couch, sitting next to a girl. you hate to say it but you were jealous, jealous that that girl wasn’t you. you brushed those thoughts away though and headed straight to the drinks you took shot after shot and drink and drink.

after a few minutes you were drunk and decided to mess around. you saw a cute boy and decided to approach him. “hey,” you said, slurring your words a little. he seemed to be i by you to by the look in his eye. “hey beautiful,” he replied. you noticed tom looking and a smile gee on your face. you took the boy into a random room and started making out with him. all of a sudden the lights turned off though and the boy got up. suddenly a bunch of girls appeared basically out of no where and started recording you half naked with their flashlights on.

they were yelling things like slut and whore. you soon recognized them to be tom’s little fangirls and you were so embarrassed. holding back tears, you got up and put your clothes back on but not before one of the girls approached you and started laughing in your face, calling you names. “you really think tom likes you? this is all your fault for breaking his heart,” she said. your tears were flowing now and you couldn’t control them, you tried to get up but one of the girls held you down. you thought it was over as the girls all started laughing and circling you until you heard a familiar voice, yet again it was tom. “what are you guys doing?” he yelled.

he shoved the girls aside and helped you up. you were no even more pissed at him since you knew this was his doing, all the fangirls, all the drama and all the gossip. you pulled your arm away from him and out your clothes on. “why are you mad at me? i get that we fought once but we usually get over it,” he asked. “are you fucking kidding me?” you asked frantically crying now and breathing heavy. “are you asking me this now? i’m mad because this is all your fault, i’m mad because the only reason this happened is because you decided to tell your fan girls our drama and i’m mad because i like you so much that i hate when you’re around other girls!” you shouted. tom was silent, only letting out a small “what?” your face was red from embarrassment and you ran out the door, straight to the exit.

you ran all the way home, as it started raining, your tears blending in. when you got home you went straight to your room, ignoring your mothers worried calls for your name. you took off your wet clothes and laid on your bed. you got a call from tom but ignored it along with calls from your other friends, you knew they all had the same question, “are you okay?” you were tired but lit a cigarette outside, looking at the moon before you dozed off to bed. the weekend passed and you stayed home during all of it. you didn’t want to go out and embarrass yourself more.

the video had now surfaced and everyone and their mothers have seen it. you were a joke now and it was all because of tom. “wake up ______ it’s time for school,” your mom said. “mom, i can’t go, you’ve seen the video right? i’m a joke,” you cried. “you’re only a joke if you let them make you out to be one. if you let them steak you down like this then you’ll never recover,” she said and she was right. even thought you didn’t want to, you got up for school. you walked into school and everyone looked at you, whispering things. you wanted to die.

tom was in first hour, sitting by himself surprisingly. you were halfway into the door before you guys made eye contact. he got up to approach but you instinctively ran away from him to go hug in the bathroom. you skipped all of first hour and hid away in a stall. you went to the rest of your classes as normal but not without being humiliated. you only went back to the bathrooms for lunch, hoping to avoid people. when school ended you were relieved. you ran out the gates and straight home. you didn’t talk to anyone all day and you avoided everyone too. you decided to do homework since you threw your phone away, hoping to avoid everything.

you were studying for hours until you heard talking ay your window. you looked down to see tom but you ignored him. the last thing you’ve antes was to see him.

he wouldn’t budge though and kept knocking. you finally opened it to tell him to go away but he had let himself in already. “______ i-,” he started but you cut him off. “look i know what you’re going to say, but just please forget what happened on friday, okay?” you pleaded. “no, i can’t. i want to say that… i really like you too ______,” you were shocked, not knowing what to do. “i didn’t know how to tell you though, so i coped by sleeping around with girls,” he confessed. “im sorry for what those girls did to you, and i’m sorry for telling them our business,” he apologized but you didn’t know whether to forgive him or not. “why?” you asked. “why what?” he said. “why did you tel them?”

“i dunno, i was jealous i guess,” he said. “oh what?” you asked. “of how good you were doing without me,” he admitted. you laughed at the irony since you weren’t actually doing as great as he thought. “are you serious?” you asked, he was silent. “i’ve been crying myself to bed all night!” you said. “i’m sorry,” tom said as he looked down. “me too i guess. i didn’t mean to say this things that night. i was pissed you were off with another girl,” you admitted. “so you weren’t mad over the chips?” he asked. “no,”

“were you serious about what you said friday night, that you like me?” he asked. “yeah…” you looked away, embarrassed. “your face is red,” he stated. “whatever,” you rolled your eyes and fell back onto your bed with tom following. you two faced each other, staring into each one’s longing eyes. “i love you,” tom whispered before leaning in for a kiss.

[celaenaeiln]

Hi! I loved your posts about Happy Robin Dick. The one thing that surprised me was about Dick's school/civilian life — can you elaborate on that? The few instances I've read where his school and peers were brought up, I got the impression he didn't fit in (off the top of my head, Robin & Batman (2021) #2)? If you have any reccommendations, I'd love to hear them! Clearly I've got a lot more reading to do! No pressure obviously if you're done talking about this :)

No worries I would love to talk about it more!

I spoke a little bit about this in this post and @northoftheroad as correct as always expanded more on it and I like the way they explained it.

Usually the bullying is a plot point that's used to cause drama or tension because of his rich boy status but by the end of the comic he finds friends and etc. It's also only ever used in the beginning of his school years like first couple days at the elementary school or new middle school or new high school depending on what age he is to make things more interesting before they settle down. I know it seems like I'm taking it lightly but Bruce used to get bullied and he's Bruce Wayne. So it's just like real life where it doesn't matter who you are, someone's gonna bully you anyway cause they feel like it.

Overall though he was pretty popular among everyone.

I want to use this perfect opportunity to elaborate on a specific point I mentioned earlier where I said "He was actually the one who went out of his way to help troubled kids because of his kindness, goodness, and empathy."

I actually had a specific comic in mind when I wrote this and it's this one:

Batman (1940) Issue #192

Where a guy Dick's looking to recruit for his basketball team starts squaring up with Dick because he hates rich kids. There's a whole story that takes place but in the end,

Batman (1940) Issue #192

Dick could've chosen to take revenge on him. Loomis hit him and he got his friends to jump Dick in civies before another friend of Dick's saved him. But instead he fought off the guys that were going to attack his friend and says,

"As Robin, I talked him into going out for the basketball team! I pointed out that if he's a star player--As he can be-- He'll become a celebrity quickly enough! After all, he just wanted folks to think he was a big shot!"

Robin Dick was a role model to everyone. There's several instances in the Teen Titans comics where Dick and the Teen Titans literally negotiate peace between the kids and the adults. They acted as a liason with Dick being the negotiator in charge. His empathy, understanding, and kindness let him do that.

First another quick example of Robin and the Titans being role models to troubled teens specifically:

Teen Titans (1966) Issue #5

And here's one of many times he and the titans took over peace talks

Teen Titans (1966) Issue #8

Teen Titans (1966) Issue #9

I got a little off topic but this is the kind of person Dick was. And this personality bled over into his school life too which is why he was so popular. There's another comic where Dick's in Hudson University and there's a conflict between the school and students and he in his civilian identity tries to negotiate between the students and the police. The students listen to him because he's popular and has influence.

[brains5ana]

zombie blog turn around!!

this is my personal blog about my anorex14 and depression this is both my safe space where i can cope with my life right now and my way of documenting this disorder in case i dont survive it so that my loved ones or anyone who wants them might get some answers.

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17 they/them bi and taken veryyy happily dni creeps

life rn - mom died in august now im taking care of my 15 yo autistic sibling and household because my dad is abusive and doesnt really parent. my grandparents help take care of them sometimes but they dont live with us and are televangelists who try to convert us(my sibling is pagan). my sibling is awesome but its a lot to take care of them while grieving so much and i worry about them a ton.

bg - grew up in poverty w pretty bad parents (i love my mom a lot but she was young and fucked me up a little bit as a young kid mostly she was good but our relationship was kind of complicated for while). got bullied really bad from elementary school till quarantine when i was in middle school. my dads a redneck and my mom was a hippie now my dads like a frat bro?? and hes insane.

alternative (riot grrl goth punk etc) i like music(esp live punk shows), painting, writing, horror movies, ZOMBIES

political activist mostly w the environment but also general big leftist

white, able bodied (maybe) hindu vaishnavite

im very mentally ill and have had suicidal thoughts and depression my whole life. diagnosed cptsd, ptsd, chronic depression, generalized anxiety disorder, ana suspected adhd

my ed - got bullied for my weight and started trying to lose weight in 5th grade. i went to a nutritionist in 6th grade who told me to count calories so i did and then i went lower and lower and lower seeing how little i could consume in a day(i also started having an exercise addiction then). in 7th grade i started doing intermittent fasting and restricting below what you need to live in retrospect. then quarantine happened and i started looking at ana tips. id sleep all day until 4 pm to avoid food and workout at night. i got to my lw and was plateauing and worrying about dying so i told my very shitty therapist at the time who told me i wasnt low enough to have an ed but still told my mom who got me an appointment w an ed doctor. and there started my forced recovery bc the ed doctor told me i definitely did have ana and wouldnt have survived another month or two. after resisting for a long time and trying to secretly relapse i gave in. and it worked, i fully recovered. i didnt get thoughts i was happy and didnt have to lose weight anymore. and then people started treating me badly and a girl who was in my friend group started making fun of me for being fat and i realized i cant deal with that and everything else. so im 40 lbs down and trying to loose more.

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on here ill post wieiads, b0dy checks, collages, diet plans for myself, themed moodboards, a lot of zombie content.

i use the tag #brains4ana or #brains4ana4vent for vent posts (if im coherent enough to care)

other ongoing tws - meat, cannibalism(all the zombie stuff) alcohol addiction, nicotine addiction, mentions of sh, ed (duh)

[lemonssavelives]

Zohakuten Headcanons (Modern)

Zohakuten is 17-18 (Originally) Depending on the story he'll be different ages like (10,12,15)

Zohakuten is the most spoiled in his family since he is the youngest (He'll get so many gifts for Christmas and his birthday)

During middle school Zoha found it very easy to make friends with the girls instead (He had little to no guy friends)

When he got into High School, he met his current group of friends.

During middle school so many girls liked him to the point on Valentines Day his desk would be covered with cards, sweets, and baskets which did make the other guys jealous (He has rizz but doesn't know how to handle it)

He's one of the popular boys because he's handsome and that a lot of the girls know he is the little brother of the handsome Hantengu Quadruplets (He doesn't even know he's popular or the reason why)

He's a total mama's boy

Loves Mario.

He was so excited when the Mario Movie came out that he forced all his brothers into one of his cars and paid for everything with Karaku's credit card

He isn't allowed to use his own money so he usually has one of his brothers or all of their credit cards

Has too many Mario video games

Zoha likes to put stickers on everything including his brothers. (Karaku wasn't so happy to be covered in stickers)

Has some allergies (crab, Crab Rangoon, some seafoods, daisy's, and pollen)

When he was little he was in the hospital a lot either because he had a really bad allergic reaction or he got beaten up. Luckily his mom was there (Their mother happens to be a nurse so she always kept him company along with his brothers and father)

Zoha first fight was in Elementary school at recess because two older boys had the great idea to bully him because he was small.

Zoha did in fact win but he was beaten up pretty badly and his brother made sure those really learnt a lesson the next time they saw him

Zoha ended up in the hospital because he had a broken arm and a bruised face

Mama wasn’t so happy about it and sued the parents and had the two boys in juvie

He is 5 years younger than the quads/clones and 7 years younger than Hantengu and Urami

Grew up with his cousins 24/7

At the age 15 he got his first girlfriend (who is now his current girlfriend)

Still cool with the ladies to the point it brings Karaku to tears that his lil bro has so many girl contacts in his phone

He stays out really late and only comes home to let his brothers know that he is alive before leaving again (Only one the weekends and summer break)

Rest of the time he is home since he doesn't really go out unless it's for food or friends

His group of friends consist of too many girls, Daki, Nakime, Akaza, Kokushibo (Zoha's "sugar daddy". He just gives money to Zoha and he jokes about him being a Sugar Daddy to him), Douma, Kaigaku, Gyutaro (Zoha is like an older brother to him), Rui (Zoha is that one senior/Junior that adopted a freshman), Gyokko

Daki one time forced him to be a cheerleader for an entire year. He wasn't too happy

The only time Zoha will get into a fight is when someone is being highly disrespectful to one of his female friends which does get him suspended

Decides when he wants to go to school

His brothers can't really do a thing about it though it pisses Urami off when he goes to make sure he is awake but finds the quads and Zoha sleeping (The quads tried and failed)

Sometimes he leaves at 1 in the morning because Douma wanted food

He's truly only nice to his family and friends

The only one person who can truly disrespect him or piss him off without getting hurt is his cousin

His hair is curly and long. It goes down to his thighs but if straightened it'll go to his calves

He does cut it to a reasonable length like the length the Quads hair is at or his canon hair cut

Hantengu snd Urami have the same length hair as Zoha so Hantengu usually styles it for him

Daki likes to style his hair but certain styles makes him highly upset with her

Throws money at the problem or his fists

Looks mean but is truly nice

Likes to go to the gym with his brothers or Akaza

They get milkshakes afterwards

Not a big fan on pick me and snobby girls

If he is sick Sekido is the one who tends to stay home with him and gives him medicine and his blanket

Rarely goes to sleepovers because of Sekido packing his bag or that he wants to go home

In elementary school he was 4'10, middle school 5'2, currently he is 5'11, in the near future he'll be the same height as the quads

Many people find it hard to believe that he was born with purple hair. Most of the time it looks black in certain spaces/seasons, but if like you look closely with a flashlight or if he's out in the sun it's a dark purple (A unique feature he shares with the Quads)

Rich boy but keeps in his lane

The car he drove when he was 15 gave it away that he came from a rich family

Most of the time he is on the phone with his brothers, cousin, or Daki (In school)

He gets kicked out of class because of it

A sucker for sweets mainly chocolate

He's either brought lunch from Aizetsu or Urogi or brings his own lucnh

He is coddled a lot by the Quads mainly Sekido (doesn't matter if he big grown he still the baby)

Nonchalant attitude

Rui is sometimes nervous to go with him to different events or in general late at night

Zoha usually takes Rui to small parties or out to eat

Zoha once bought Rui several pet spiders because he got tired of hearing Rui complain about not having one

Tiktok Famous

He is known for having long hair/story times while he does his hair/doing one of his girl friends make up while doing a story time (During the time he was a cheerleader he learnt how to do makeup)

He didn’t go to school until he was 5

He was homeschooled because of his allergies

When he did go to school he was taken out around spring time because of his allergies and how he reacted to them.

When his brothers would do their homework he would sit in one of their laps and watch them or color a picture while they do their homework

The brothers spent half a month trying to convince their parents to let Zoha go to school with them

That's really all I have for now....I like the Senior adopting a freshman thing for Zoha and Rui along with the Hantengu's being rich

[jaetyun]

infrunami. (TEASER)

"can you come back to me? cause i was blind to see, that you were right infrunami." (infrunami)

bff's brother!heeseung x reader

implications of self harm, bullying, toxic ex sunghoon, college au but heavily references high school, childhood friends, weed, everyones kinda an asshole, they're both possessive, questionable communication, songfic but the song is mostly unrelated, undercase intended.

synopsis: since you were kids you promised heeseung you'd protect him from anyone who hurt him, but one blown up fight turns into 3 years without any contact. heeseung came to the conclusion the only way to get you off his mind is to patch things up, but it only leads to thinking of you more than before. was what he was feeling not guilt?

est release: next few months ?? we'll see

a/n: new format!! i think this one looks a lot cleaner lol

you couldn't remember how your life was before ningning. your best friend had moved to your street in the 3rd grade, your houses straight across from one another.

ningning seemed straight out of a dream you had, with her closet full of the justice you never got to own. her hair was always perfectly groomed, a pretty headband in place to keep it down. she was the kindest person you had ever met, and though you hadn't met many people at the ripe age of 8 you had guessed she must be the nicest person in the world because why else would she hand you sugary snacks from her lunchbox everyday?!

she was comforting. predictable even. which is why it was such a shock when you had met her older brother heeseung. he was the most confusing person in the world- scratch that- the *universe*. he was always looming in the background, his closet being anything but flashy. seriously, a black nirvana shirt in elementary school?!

because of this, you found yourself constantly trying to talk to him, to figure him out. even though his shy demeanor pushed you away, you'd always come running back. heeseung would never admit it, but he appreciated your company. a lot.

in middle school, it became even harder for heeseung to express this sentiment. 'hey yizhou, is y/n coming today?' became 'i hope to god your little friend isn't staying over', it was just a product of hormones and deep teenage angst. he couldn't help it!

as you both grew, he figured your childish interest in him would disappear. it was simply curiosity, nothing more. so when you stayed clinging onto him, heeseung was left shrugging you off, his disinterest only feeding into your infatuation with the boy.

"you with barcode boy again?"

"piss off, limp dick!" you sneered, tugging heeseung closer to you as you both strode in the hallway.

"you don't have to do that y'know.." he muttered, words barely above a whisper. you turned to face him, tilting your head. "do what?"

"defend me. or hang out with me in general" he looked away, staring at the lockers instead of making eye contact with you. you stared at him for a moment before looking away, your grip on his arm tightening.

"don't be stupid." heeseungs parted lips closed, unsure of how to respond.

"i'll always be here hee. nobody will hurt you under my watch" you proudly grinned, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. he just nodded, same tight lipped expression he had before.

"yeah, guess i couldn't get rid of you if i tried."

you snorted "was that the goal?"

"damn it! you caught me" he smiled, finally turning to face you. you grinned, softly meeting his gaze.

"i take it back, only *one* person can hurt you"

he cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"who?" you quickly unlinked your arm from his, punching the now open area right above his waist. you gave his ribs one last shank for good measure before pointing to yourself with your thumb.

"i can"

[soulcialdent]

Day 4: يقبرني Ya'aburnee (Arabic)

A way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to Live without them.

(Continuation from Day 1: Saudade Entry)

That night after sending the paper plane Neji dreamed about her. There was few different scenes that flashed behind his eyes but there was one he remembered vividly. Probably because it was something that really happened. 

It was the day of the infamous Konohagakure Middle School Brawl. Tenten was known around town for being a hardass. Well, not really a hard ass but she liked to fight. After being bullied for years for being an outsider. She got fed up and slapped the shit out of one of her bullies.  From about 4th grade and on, this made her target. She ended up fighting all the time.

Her parents enrolled her into martial arts classes to help mitigate some of her anger. That’s where she and Neji meet. The winter between junior and senior year of elementary school. They became fast friends eventually attending middle school together. 

Fast forward to the third year in middle school. She had calmed down a bit and it helped that Neji and Lee were there to reign her in and keep her out of trouble-most of the time. Which was a tall task because a lot of people just didn't like her. 

On this day in particular. It just so happened to be a school festival day.  It was packed and raining on and off the entire time. Neji was in the student council office retrieving some supplies.  The door bursts open. 

“Neji Ni-san, it's Tenten. Lee needs to come right now. There out back by the tennis courts “ 

Neji dropped what he was doing. He brushed passed hinata and started running down the hall to head outside as fast as his feet would carry him. When finally did make it out back. The crowd was so thick that he knew he was gonna have a hard time getting thru. But moved as swiftly as he could. 

That's when he saw them. Lee held on to both her hands trying to keep her attention. Naruto stood right next to body blocking her.  Neji ran over to them out of breath. 

“Tenten, are you okay? What's going on” he checked to see if she was injured. 

“I'm fine. I just need to go talk to someone for a second. Lee won't let me go”

Neji was confused. 

“I'm pretty sure she didn't mention it but we've been having some issues with some of Technical Middle School kids. We found them beating up and robbing some freshmen. Turned out they were low level Anbu gang members.  They’ve been taunting us all day”  said Naruto 

“Okay then, let me take you home”  she looked at Lee  “Lee, can you let Iruka Sensei know that i’m taking Tenten home. If he asks, she's not feeling well. 

“Here, take my bike. It’ll be faster” Naruto tossed, his keys into Neji. “It's blue and orange with a frog lock. “Yelled the blonde as he and Lee rushed off to go find Iruka Sensei.

“Come on Tenten” Neji grab her hand and begin pulling her through the crowd. “Were you planning on telling me any of this”

“No, I didn't want you worrying about me” 

“I'm always worry about you. Especially when I’m not around. You do reckless things” 

Tenten scuffed 

“I’m sorry to disappoint you then if that's the case. But what was I supposed to do? Let the those kids get stomped out”

She had a point

“You did the right thing. But what's been happening today?” 

“They been trying to lure me into fighting all day. I'm not sure, how many members are here. But their leader Temari is definitely here. Her second in command I think, his name is Kankuro. He rolled up on me earlier. But Lee scared him off. 

“So what’s your plan?  Did you plan to fight them all by yourself”

“Yeah, if that's how it's gotta be then that's how it's gotta be”

Neji remembers how much that reveal hurt him.

“This is a suicide mission. Are you trying to die?” 

Tenten halted, standing her ground. But I didn't answer him.  And when she didn't answer he continued.

“I don't want you to die”

Tenten flinched, and fear flashed through her eyes and Neji let go. She took a deep breath and stood really tall. 

“Of course not. I just don't want to be scared anymore” 

He hadn't expecting those words out of her mouth. Tenten always seemed so fearless. She was the swing and ask questions later type. That's why Neji had vowed to always protect her.  He really didn't know who he was without her. 

“How does putting your life in danger fix that? I am seriously trying to understand” 

She pondered his words while looking around. 

“I'm not sure it does. If I give them what they want. They'll go away.  I can take solace in knowing that I'm not a coward” 

Tenten was one of the bravest and kindness people he knew. She was a lot of things but a coward, never.

“I understand but I'm still taking you home. We’ll come up with a better solution. "Neji reaches out, to grab her hand again so they continue moving.

But a loud scream echoed behind them. They both swiftly turned around. Somebody had punched Naruto in the back of his head. Two other people started running at him.

Neji went to grab her but missed. Tenten ran across the school yard and kicked one of the attackers right in their back. 

Neji found himself running right behind her and grabbing the second attacker by his shirt and judo flipping him. 

Tenten helped Naruto up and a group of guys and girls with bats, chains and started running at them.  All hell broke was about the brakes loose. The rain started picking up, making visibility almost impossible. 

Neji was sure that were going to die that day.  Neji made peace with it because at the very least they were together. He wants it any other way. Through some what Neji couldn't only assume was divine intervention, they all survived. 

 Lee’s broke one of his legs. Naruto broke his hand and a few broken ribs. Tenten tore her.  A Achilles tendon and few broken ribs. Loving her had brought really hard lessons and Neji the scars to prove it.  But he wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Ya'aburnee

[aussie-the-hedgehog]

Okay, I think I need to do this for myself.

I've been rewatching MHA to gear up for season 7. However, it seems I'm also watching to prove something to myself.

It's been nearly a year, and I still greatly struggle with shame of having Ochako as my favorite character. I realize this is a drawn out topic on this blog, but I must air this grievance for the good of my mental sanity.

I feel whenever I'm on Twitter, I see many brutally slander her character. I see criticisms that she has no use in the show. I have witnessed posts circled with threats concerning the topic. It is making me further question why I enjoy the character as much as I do.

To be frank, I care A LOT about what people think - honestly to a fault. I was verbally bullied as a kid for how I looked (I had buck teeth, glasses, and social struggles due to sensory disorders and autism). I struggled to fit in through my elementary and middle school days. I was labeled as "weird" and "a teacher's pet" just to name a couple. I always felt compelled to prove myself to fit in with the kids of my classes.

I also was made fun of for being a Dallas Cowboys fan. Granted, I live an hour away from Philadelphia, but I was picked on quite a bit for liking them.

One day after school in fourth grade, I was on a bus heading to a rec center for after care. The Cowboys were playing the Eagles the ensuing Sunday. If you know anything about the NFL, these two are bitter rivals. They absolutely hate each other. The bus driver was aware I liked the Cowboys. He decided to start a chant on the bus ride, "Dallas sucks!" all the way there to the rec center. All the kids jumped in without hesitation.

I was horrified. I broke down crying. I felt like in that one moment the world was against me. There was a kid sitting next to me who tried to comfort me by saying he's on my side rooting for Dallas. I appreciated his support, but in that moment I just wanted to get off the bus.

When I got off, my mom was waiting and saw me in tears. She scolded the driver for making me cry over a football game. The bus driver was fired the next day.

I will admit I have come to terms with the teams I like (it helps the Cowboys are a meme), but it's still difficult being honest with the things I enjoy. This is especially the case when it comes to the hopeful, compassionate trope in shows.

I look on social media sites such as Twitter. I see all these vitriolic comments directed toward those who enjoy Ochako for no reason. I feel I've been indirectly abused because I am a part of her fandom.

I've said this before, and I'll say it again - she follows the trope I like. She's the glue that keeps the group together. She's loving and kind to everyone she meets. I honestly see her as an honest to goodness daughter. You can call it weird if you want, but it's how I feel.

Now, you can look at all of this and conclude I shouldn't be on Twitter. That is totally fair. I do need to limit my time on social media. However, this remains discouraging in my life. I started watching MHA last February and this issue STILL remains. I'm ashamed for enjoying something morally okay since the fandom is extremely harsh concerning her.

I feel it has to do with my past in being criticized for what I enjoy and seeing the fandom crush anyone who likes the character. Both have come together in such overwhelming ways.

Another factor is one I've mentioned before. I am a guy and should be liking more masculine things. In no way should I be interested in female characters or how they give hope in dire predicaments. Yet, it's something I find admirable because that's just what I like. I have to be alright with that.

In no way am I victimizing myself. This is a grievance I've had to get out. The toxicity from the fandom and my own negative thinking have gotten to my head for me to at least put my fingers to the keyboard. Writing is a cathartic practice for me. Crafting pieces like this is extremely healthy for me.

There isn't much more to be said about why I like Ochako Uraraka. I've made several posts why. You can look at those if you're so inclined. All in all, I hope one day I can be confident in why I enjoy characters like her and not feel a need to care about what others think.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[summ6rbummer]

patrick hocksetter x female bully victim

ASKFJSKDJHSLA BLESS YOU FOR GIVING ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ILY (PSA) if you like any of my work, pls pls pls request something!! i love writing these!

okay i got this in the bag. im not gonna use a lot of descriptive terms for the girl in this because i didnt get a lot of input WHICH is not a problem but i dont wanna make this unfit for the requester (or anyone frls) anywayss basically the reader in this is has been targeted for quite a few years, starting in elementary with bowers and hocksetter, then in middle school with huggins and criss. i also wasnt sure if this was supposed to be a ship or romantic or not butt im making it a little bit. but not a lot. im gonna js start writing now i hope you enjoy!! also this might be a little long.

little one

patrick hocksetter x female! bully victim

(first person)

tw! stalking - lowkey sexual harassment - mentions of suicide-

first day of 5th grade, stepper elementary school derry Maine. my mom had picked an outfit for my first day, a pair of overalls and a little striped short sleeve with my boots and some ponytails. thinking back, that was an adorable outfit. yet the way i remember feeling when they ruined it was not.

i had that class with dumb and dumber themselves, patrick hocksetter and henry bowers. i didn't know much about them at the time, considering that 5th grade was the first year i had a class with either of them. id heard rumors about henry and some boys he was friends with being huge bullies and to steer clear of them, so when i walked into that classroom on the first day and saw them sitting in the back corner, warning signs flashed in my peripherals.

id always been an anxious kid, hell my parents bothered me about it every chance they could get. anyways, i was already having stomach quivers about starting school, and now i was in the same class as them. of course, as i was trying to lay low, the teacher decided to put me at the table in front of them. i could just feel the terrible intent radiating off of the boys behind me, through the icebreaker games, through math, reading, science, and even recess. recess was where i met my best friend, Emma. she was in the other fifth grade class, with the other two boys, reggie and victor? i think that was his name. she told me all about the things people say about the group.

especially patrick. they say he killed his younger brother with a pillow when he was five. im still shocked to this day about that. but i remember going back to class after that and feeling oddly cold sitting down in front of that boy. throughout the rest of class, i was slowly preparing myself to ask the teacher to move my seat. so when the dismissal bell rang, i waited for the rest of the students to leave, including patrick and henry, to go to the teacher and tug on her sleeve to ask her to move my seat.

the next day, she sat me across the room, next to a boy named jonathan. i was feeling much better about that class, until about halfway through lunch. i was sitting with Emma and Jonathan, chatting about our highscores in dig dug. out of nowhere, it got extremely quiet in the lunchroom. i stopped talking and carefully looked around, before realizing everyone was looking at our table. my blood ran cold as i realized Emma was staring at something directly behind me, dead eyes and mouth agape.

slowly i turned around, only to be met eye to eye by patrick hocksetter. he had a sca smile on holding a balloon filled with something and a thumbtack. before i could even ask what he wanted, he stabbed the balloon directly above my head, letting bright blue liquid splash over my hair, and down my face and clothes. he erupted into laughter, followed by the rest of the boys, followed by scattered giggles across the lunchroom. i coughed in shock, blinking, before the burning sensation set into my eyes. i started crying, and my throat was closing at the smell and my coughing. through my blue blurred eyes, i stumbled up, shoved through the four boys and the rest of the laughing lunchroom and ran out to the bathroom. before i could even make it there, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt.

henry had pulled me out of the bathroom doorway, and now i was surrounded by the boys.

'hopefully that'll teach your stupid fucking girl brain not to snitch to the teacher about us." i heard a voice sneer at me. i rubbed my eyes and watched through blurry vision as they turned and started walking back to the lunchroom. "but we aren't done with you SNITCH" i heard henry yell as i carefully stumbled into the bathroom.

and they decided they weren't done with me. not for the rest of the year, not for the year of 6th grade, or 7th grade, or 8th, or oven freshman year. and each year they got more and more creative. it evolved from shoving me on the playground, to snipping off pieces of my hair when i wasn't paying attention, then when i hit puberty, showing off my bled-through gym shorts, catcalling me in the hallways, and snapping my bra straps. leaving threatening notes in my locker, as well as dead flies, yknow, the usual.

eventually, i got used to the humiliation, but i was extremely surprised that it all came from me just asking to move my seat in fifth grade.

now its sophomore year, and its gotten worse yet better. im only really targeted by patrick and henry, the other two are really just in for the ride. belch, as they call him, is actually kinda nice to me. we have social studies together. i let him borrow a pencil one time and give him homework answers and in return, he kinda started being nice to me. patrick on the other hand was treating me exactly the same. stalking me through the hallways, following me home, leaving me threatening notes, boring his eyes into the back of my head in class, carving his initials into my windowsill....

but it seems like hes become more obsessed than hateful. one time i found a list of my backpack contents inside my pocket. and half the time i dont even know how he finds out some things. its kinda scary. whos fucking kidding its terrifying. and im so fucking tired of it.

he terrorizes me. i sprint home everyday so he cant catch up to me. sometimes they all take belchs car and i hear the engine rapidly approaching me. all these things build up over the days and weeks, and it makes me feel like im genuinely going insane. i have panic attacks on my way to school, i flinch at people trying to hug me, i just live under the freakishly tall shadow of patrick hocksetter. i wonder how he can be so messed up when we're only fifteen.

anyways, back to present day, biology class. which i coincidentally have with both bowers and patrick. lucky me. i sat two desks up and diagonal from both of them, each on either side. it was the second to last month of school, and we were finishing our human anatomy unit.

i was zoned out, listening to the droning, buzzing sound of our teacher's voice. at the feeling of a crumpled ball of paper hitting my shoe, i came back down to earth, glancing over my shoulder at patrick, who had a grin on his face. i slowly reached down and picked up the crumpled note, opening it and reading it.

'you n me behind the school, 3;30. if youre late, pray you're fast enough to get home before i do. which you wont be. thanks little one.'

i let out a shaky sigh when i finished reading the note. then crumpled it back up and shoved a half assed thumbs up under my arm at him so i didnt have to turn around and look at his face.

my hands got clammy as people started to pack up their backpacks, and i felt myself getting a headache as the bell rang and students filed out of the school. patrick and henry sauntered past me, and patrick let his fingers slideeee across the surface of my desk.. like a warning. jesus.

i took a deep breath, preparing myself for what i had in mind about putting a stop to this shit. i held my pen in my hand, in case i needed to use it as a shank.

as i rounded the corner to the back of the school, i saw patrick leaning against a tree, twirling a stick in his fingers. i cleared my throat and anxiously kept walking towards him. he watched me walk halfway towards him, then he pushed himself off the tree and walked to stand uncomfortably close to me.

'what do you want patrick.. '

he scoffed and started walking around me. 'what do i want? well theres a lot of things i want from you.. if youre offering-' he chuckled near my ear, and i could feel him twirling a piece of my hair in his fingers.

i think that was the moment he drove me crazy. i elbowed him in the ribs and spun around, backing away. i could tell i was gonna cry, either out of anger or fear, but there were tears pooling in my eyes.

'im fucking done. what do WANT from me?? I have done NOTHING to deserve this, and yet you still humiliate me, and terrorize me every day. is this really about fifth grade?? because i feel like thats been repaid for a good four years. what do you get from this? do you get off on making my life miserable like some weird perv?? GOD hocksetter im done! im fucking finished! ill have to kill myself before you'll let me live!' i cried, pacing and screaming at him.

i stopped to catch my breath. he looked shocked for a slight second, and then his face went back its natural smirk. he paced towards me, grabbing my face with his hand, squishing my face.

'you sweet little thing. it is repaid. its been repaid for a while. you just intrigue me so much.. i couldn't possibly stop humiliating you.. you're too infatuating.' he stared at every detail of my face, almost mapping it, before he shoved my face away from his hand. he went right back to circling me again.

'yknow.. it was never really about scaring you. i mean of course i enjoyed that part, you're absolutely hilarious to terrorize.'

i almost laughed in disbelief. ive been going through this all for his shits and giggles. what the fuck is wrong with him.

'it really started wayyyy before fifth grade. it was probably around third grade that i noticed you. i think it was when you were in the school concert... i realized how much you stuck out from all the other kids you were singing with.. and i just became infatuated. i think youre real. like me.'

what the fuck is he talking about?? real? of course im real.. what is going on?

he was walking towards me again, and i stumbled a few steps back until my back hit the hot brick wall and i felt suffocated when i realized.

im afraid of you.

'i dont want to be afraid of you anymore. please. patrick please stop doing this to me.' i pleaded, willing the tears back.

he leaned in closer, if possible, pressing me against the wall. i felt him inhale against my scalp, and for a minute, i felt the wind stop blowing and the birds stop chirping, and i could only feel my heartbeat in my ears and could only smell the sweat and bodyspray that came off of him.

then he backed up, pulled his hands off my shoulders, and stepped away. "go. im not done, but you're done being terrorized."

i shuddered. praying he wasn't lying. i slowly turned my back and started walking away, when i heard him call after me.

'hey. just so you know, youre mine. so youre safe for now. but youre still mine. some things are staying the same. go home.'

i turned around again and started walking home, going over what had just happened. on repeat again and again. what did he mean? im real? of course im real..

what the fuck just happened.

ok so i think that was good.. and im done now so thank you sunshine!

-junie

[poindexters-labratory]

Can you tell us about Mikey??

So... I started writing all of Michael's information and then I got 2,000 words in and realized that this was practically a perfect outline of everything that happens in this AU because Michael is the protagonist

Mind you, 2,000 words was just the introduction for the second installment of the AU, 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears', and that's a lot of spoilers for what happens if I was to continue writing for the rest of the installments (there's about six of them by the way, until Michael dies, 'Wild Cat', 'Before the Storm', 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears', 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria', 'Fazbear Emporium', and 'Reunion')

So, I can briefly go through Michael's history up until we start getting into the games:

CW: brief mentions of neglect, verbal abuse, physical abuse, psychological abuse, homophobia, substance abuse, and death (because it's not FNAF without it /hj)

Michael was born June 15, 1965

His full name is Michael John Edward Afton, he has two middle names

He is the one that made the Foxy character, his father begged for Henry to help build it

Mike was bullied in elementary school because of his family

He knew Jeremy Fitzgerald when they were in school together, they were friends

Evan was born when he was five

Lizzie born when he was eight, almost nine

Since mid-elementary, he hasn't liked his dad because his dad is really girly and not 'normal'.

Liked Henry a lot better

Jeremy left Hurricane

Had a distant mother and she left when he was about twelve with his sister

Before his mom left, he was a very polite and kind little boy

After his mom left and in the height of being a teenager, he became very aggressive, very confrontational, and this would decrease and increase depending on the stability of the relationships he had with the other people around him.

Would get in verbal altercations with his father very often, he's hit his dad once when he was sixteen, he's never gotten along with him very well but loves him because that's his dad

His father's springlock accident in early 1982 made him have a sort of epiphany that he really does care about his dad and he would be really sad if he was never able to see his dad ever again and feel guilty about not appreciating him and all of his oddities

Michael's behavior fell on the decline again after he broke up with a girlfriend, would scare Evan who was scarred by their dad's accident, witnessing it happen

Jeremy came back and Mike fell in love with him, and was a little concerned over this crush, which he found he could confide in his dad about since his dad is gay and understands that feeling of fear

Jeremy and Michael got together (in secret)

Broke up when Jeremy told a lot of people that Mike's dad was gay, and Michael beat the shit out of him

His behavior went on the decline again which resulted in the accident that happened in April of 1983

Michael moved out to live in California after he graduated to escape his spiraling father and his own guilt

He visited Hurricane a few times, his father's behavior getting stranger and stranger

Mike attended Charlotte Emily's funeral with his dad, both of them drunk and they decided to go home and drink some more

Not long after, in 1984, he got a call from the police department explaining that his sister and father were missing and Henry was dead

He came down to take a statement and look around the Afton house to see if anything was displaced, taken, or shouldn't be there and ending up finding the instructions from his dad to go to the Circus Baby rental place to "find his sister" whatever that means.

Mike is not a good person, he's done shitty things, he is a very flawed character which is why I love him as a protagonist. We actively get to watch him want to fix everything that he feels like he caused, even when it's not his fault. William is a direct foil to him because they're being proactive about their situation in completely opposite ways.

Michael wants to heal, heal the town's suffering from his father's actions, bring closure to the spirits, heal himself (accept what happened to his brother), and try to mend what's left of his family, i.e, him and his dad, and soothe his dad's pain. That's the responsibility he's decided he owes to his brother, Elizabeth, his dad, Charlie, and Henry. To stop and let it go.

William, however, wants nothing more than to be angry and hurt. He's not going to listen because he feels the universe owes it to him to inflict pain because of the terrible life he's lived, and the terrible things that happened to him. He wants to fester and he's decided that this is the only thing he can do, nothing will satisfy him. William is the angriest, most restless spirit and he won't let go of that anger.

Michael and William Afton's bond is the heart of the Hurricane AU and it's a big ol' analogy for unconditional love because I'm corny and love those kinds of stories, except this one doesn't have a happy ending because plot twist, Henry isn't dead and is just like William in terms of being very angry and not letting shit go. His method of setting shit on fire doesn't work very well and just made everything worse.

Anyway, I'm very tired, writing this at 3 in the morning

Michael Fun Facts!!

He's bisexual

He has ADHD and a Cluster B personality disorder of some kind, I have to diagnose him later

Very short, thanks to his mom

An animal guy and professional artist

Thanks to his dad, can play guitar extremely well

He's a dad, didn't know until the kid was seventeen though

Mike is, like, sixty, in the FNAF 3 location

Nicknames include: Mike, Mikey, call him Mickey, he'll make you explode, Sweets, Elizabeth-given name: Foxy Locks

Favorite animatronic: still Foxy

[misstycloud]

One chance please

Yandere best friend x male reader

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Kyon and (Y/n) had been friend since as long as they remember. All the memories of their youth were filled with each other. Friends since diapers, they were. A big part in their relationship was their mothers, they were old friends since their school days, so it was natural that Kyon and (Y/n) also grew to be the best of friends. The latter sprout the be outgoing and energetic, having it easy in finding new companions, while the former became the shy and more quiet one, not having it very easy to make friends. His shy nature made opportunities for bullies to appear, and he was to weak to fight them off. Luckily he had a best friend to protect him from these dangers. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that (Y/n) had to save him from harrasment. Kyon greatly admired his companion, he was so brave and seemed to shine brightly; like the sun. While he was just Kyon, nothing noticeable. He was so grateful to have someone like him in his life, protecting him and staying. Honestly was was rather afraid he’d grow tired of him and eventually leave, but he hadn’t left. (Y/n) still hung out with him regularly, and a lot more than with those other friends he had. Kyon was clearly the favourite and that made him somewhat proud. 

His best memories were of the two of them during summer break, when they were in his grandparents house. Being practically family, they were happy to invite their grandson’s friend. The two boys would run around all day, often in the forrest that laid nearby. If one were to walk for 20 minutes, they’d find a charming tree house; painted in yellow coating, with paper blooms as detail. They could stay in there for hours, often forgetting time and just enjoying themselves. Not far away from Kyon’s grandparent’s house was a little shop, they had all kinds of candy and snacks. But the best they had was their ice cream, it was a luxury they got whenever they could. Back home in the city, both boys attended the same elementary school and were even seated right beside each other in the same class. It was fantastical, now they could be together all the time! (Y/n) always stopped by Kyon’s house on his way to school, picked him up and then went together. Afterwards they attended classes and hung out during recess, and finally went home when the day was over. That’s how their life went on in elementary. Kyon loved how it was, it was perfect, he loved being with (Y/n)! No way he would get tired of him, they could literary be glued to him and Kyon wouldn’t complain a bit. 

Things went on like that until middle school, and things changed. They were separated into different classes, because their schedules didn’t match it meant they weren’t able to see the other as much anymore. But (Y/n) was fine since he had a rather outgoing and chill personality, people really liked him. His new classmates asked why he hadn’t joined in when the whole grade got together and hung out during festivals, or why he hadn’t talked to some friend groups containing people of different classes. It’s not like it’s forbidden to mingle with other kids who’re not in your home room. When he replied to that question he just said he guessed he didn’t think about it that way, he already had such a good friend so he didn’t feel the need to mix. The class’s reaction to that wasn’t to accept it and move on, no instead he got to hear thing like this. 

“What, you mean that Kyon guy?”

”Yes, he’s the one. We’ve been friends since-“

”Sorry, don’t mean to offend or anything, but why are you hanging out with…someone like him?” One of the girls said in a semi mocking tone, she giggled while turning to look at the others in the classroom.

”She’s right, he’s like kinda weird. He never says anything and always looking down at the floor, while you actually interact and exist. Kyon is just not really there, y’know?” The boy to (Y/n)’s left explained. 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be chained to him, it’s bad for you. You’d be better off hanging with us.” 

“Yeah.”

As more people in the little classroom began agreeing, (Y/n) felt pressure to comply. But he didn’t want to abandon his friend like that, so he decided he could play with both his new friends and Kyon. Since they couldn’t see each other during school hours, they could just meet after school. It’d time up with his other companions. 

So the childhood friends only met up after class, and often at (Y/n)’s house. Sometime when they were younger they just established that the layer’s home would be the main base, so that’s were they kept all of their toys. Thing like action figures, basketballs, board games and such were safely stored in the (h/c) haired males closet. Kyon wasn’t stupid, he knew (Y/n) had other friends and understood he couldn’t keep him from being with other people, but is did not mean he liked it. He really didn’t like it. He must say he hated it, actually. Those other friends room up all his bestie’s time and because of that there was no moment for them. The blonde recognised these feelings as jealousy; and it wasn’t fun. At first, he believed the jealousy solely stemmed from his fear of having his best friend taken away, but soon came to realise it was much deeper than that. When he entered puberty, he began feeling new things. Particularly towards his childhood companion, (Y/n). Kyon’s ashamed to admit it took him a great time before realising what he felt towards the other boy was love. He was in love with (Y/n). His protector from childhood, the one closest to him, his sweet, sweet (Y/n). With the new discovery he found joy, however he also found darkness within himself. He wanted the (e/c) male for himself and did not intend to share. He sometimes scared himself with those thoughts, would he; who’d barely hurt a fly, really do sush things? The blonde decided to try to supress his emotions, and play the part as a platonic best bud. What really hurt was when (Y/n) begun showing interest in girls. Those vile, horrible girls that clung to him like slime. They didn’t love him like Kyon did, they only wanted to date him for his good looks and social status. The blue eyed boy was not like that of course, while he did agree his (Y/n) was growing to become exceedingly handsome, it didn’t mean it was the only thing he loved about him. Kyon loved his kindness, humour, how sweet he was to him and most of all; his smile. He was well aware how cheesy it all sounded but that’s how he really felt.

So imagine his rage when his beloved called to tell him one of the girls from his class had asked if he wanted to go to the mall with her. (Y/n) had been so nervous, asking his friend if he thought it was a date she asked for and not just a friends hanging out. God how he wanted to scream, that she was not right for him and was just another filthy rat surrounding him. However, he understood he couldn’t and resolved in using a learned in trick of his. Kyon started shedding tears which eventually turned into sobs. Horrified at Kyon’s outburst, the other boy quickly asked him what was the matter and why he was upset. Faking another wail, the actor played the role of a victim and said he’d gotten harassed again after school. It’s not like (Y/n) knew any better, after all he hadn’t accompanied Kyon home that day. Like the good person he was, the other male decided to cancel his plans with the girl and instead visit his troubled comrade. What he couldn’t have guessed is that while he rushed to the latter’s address, the same boy sat in his room smirking victoriously to himself. 

Weeks turned into months, which turned to years and those two youths grew and came to be teenagers. Starting high school was a distinctive experience, certainly one Kyon would rather not have himself go through a second time. Sadly, he didn’t get the magical transformation from ugly duckling to swan, instead he stayed awkward with blemishes on his face. While Kyon wasn’t ugly, he certainly wasn’t very good looking either. The same couldn’t be said about his infatuation, he’d matured and like he thought, become striking. His (h/c) locks looked soft and silky, his skin stayed unblemished and he defiantly filled out in the right places. Kyon wondered how it would feel to be held by his strong arms, he bet it would be wonderful. Personally, he was always more on the thinner side, it was one of the attributes that caused him to become bullies target and his softer features defiantly didn’t help.

Kyon still came over during after hours and the two of them now spent them watching shows or simply talking. Under one of those sessions they agreed on rewatching the first Halloween movie from 1978. The dumb characters always made the two of them crack up, like their action were so unrealistic. It’s like they wanted to be taken by Michael Myers. This time, right as the first kill showed on screen; a question popped up in the handsome young man’s head. He lowered the volume and turned to look at Kyon who laid right beside him. 

“Why are you turning down the sound?” He asked, curious. The boy next to him gave a smug look and replied.

”Because I have a question for you, my friend.”

”okay..?” Kyon raised his eyebrow in suspicion, wondering what (Y/n) was up to.

”What kind of thing are you attracted to, Kyon?” 

“What?!” The blonde flew up from his position and stared bewildered at him. “Where did that come from?” (Y/n) raised from his place to match his friend and looked him in the eye.

”I just want to know, you’ve never mentioned anything can you blame me for being curious?” The (h/c) haired one complained. A small blush began creeping up on Kyon’s cheeks.

”Well…”

”c’mon, tell meeee!”

”A-alright…geez..” Noticing his friend staring so expectantly at him, he started speaking. “Well, I like (h/c) hair, with a sweet smile. I also like someone who can brighten my day up solely with their presence.” Without his knowledge, the blonde’s smile grew by each sentence and (Y/n) realised he’d hit the jackpot.

“Kyon, do you have someone that you like?” He teased. 

“W-what? No, no of course not. Why would you think that?” 

“Because you’re blushing, my boy!”

”Am not!” Desperate, the panicked boy rebuffed.

”Are too!” 

“Nooo!” 

Kyon insistently shook his head in denial. He didn’t want (Y/n) to know of his feelings yet. The latter laughed at his embarrassment and proceeded to wipe away fake tears. Despite being his main protector, he loved to tease him an awful lot. It was all harmless with no bad intention, but still. Couldn’t he tone it down a bit? (Y/n) gave up and turned up the volume to continue their rewatch. Still flustered from their previous conversations, he fixed his blue eyes on his beloved’s form and thought about throwing the question back at him. Not because he wanted to know what (Y/n)’s type was, no. But because he was just a curious platonic best friend.

”W-what do you like?”

”Hmm?” The (h/c) haired youth decided to put the movie on pause this time and pay full attention to Kyon. “I’d have to say my type is black straight hair, and chocolate brown eyes.” 

“Oh..” kyon muttered, while descreetly feeling his own blonde curls. Straight and dark, huh? It seemed (Y/n)’s type was the complete opposite of what he looked like. Just his luck. 

“You know, Alicia fits perfectly in that description.”

”Alicia…?”

”Yeah, that girl from 2B. The one who broke her leg last year?”

Oh, he remembered. When Kyon went to school, he’d once seen a black haired girl with a cast and crutches wandering around the corridors. He didn’t know her name then but only recalls feeling bad for her. So she was his love’s type. If only she’d been a bitch, then he would have a valid reason to tell his darling that it’d be best to stay away; but she just had to actually be a decent person. Well liked was she, too. Not to mention very pretty. Probably way more attractive than him. Kyon tried not to let it get to him, it was so hard though. He could sense that sickening jealousy bubbling up. Breathing in and out, a method he used to calm himself in certain situations; it usually worked fine, but it didn’t seem to do the trick this time. Excusing himself, the blonde told his friend he needed to go, since there was apparently something he forgot to finish.

”Oh, okay…Kinda hopes you could stay longer, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” He spoke in a dejected voice, sad that his buddy had to leave so soon.

”Yeah, b-bye….”

At home, Kyon sat alone in his dark room. In his hand lay wrinkled fabric. It was a T-shirt, (Y/n)’s shirt to be exact. The lonely male brought the cloth to his nose and breathed in, sniffing the clothing. This is what he did to console himself during hard times. In his closet he kept a secret collection. Things that reminded him of (Y/n), and events that took place in their childhood. Objects like old toys they used to play with, drawings they’d made, clay figures. His more sacred collectives were aged clothes like shirts, a plastic spoon (Y/n)’d used for ice cream, and finally; a lock of (h/c) hair. Since it was the obsessor’s most valuable item, it had a ribbon nicely tied around it and put in a glass pot. Over the years, his collection grew, but each time he felt less and less satisfied with the item; he needed something more, something better. That is how he came to posses the silky locks.

The hair, he got during one of the many sleep overs they shared. Kyon wanted something a little more closer to (Y/n), and thought a piece of hair would do nicely. As soon as his friend had fallen sound asleeep, he tip toed to his bed and cut off a lock. He made sure to cut where he wouldn’t realise a few strands were gone. The (e/c) eyed teen already had so much, surely it’d be okay for Kyon to just take a little, right? In a blue box hidden withing the closet, he held letters; filled with all his secrets. They mainly contained thoughts concerning (Y/n), love confessions and dreams Kyon would want fulfilled together. It was all things he couldn’t bring himself to say. 

The next day the friends met up as usual, and accompanied each other on the way to school. While the blonde wished to talk to (Y/n), the latter seemed rather distracted. He would space out, not listen to Kyon’s speech and bring up hos phone from his pocket to check it many times. Like he was waiting for something. After receiving a hum as acknowledgement for the fourth time; he gave up and let them walk to the academy in silence. Perhaps his friend would be up to talk later, he was never a morning person after all. Using lunch to meet up the boys sat down at a table with their food trays. Exhaling as he seated himself, Kyon looked over at (Y/n) with a content expression that promptly changed to a small frown. The handsome youth had his eyes glued to his electrical device once more. What was so interesting he couldn’t even spare a glance for his childhood best friend? The distracted male came out of it when he suddenly felt a hand shaking him.

”Huh, what?”

”Come on, what are you doing looking at your phone?” Kyon expressed irritably. 

“Ah, sorry!” He quickly apologised. “It’s nothing, just some notifications.”

”Sure, but are they so important you don’t even have time for me?” The blonde pouted, bothered by the action. They didn’t have the many of the same classes, therefor they had to cherish all time they had together. (Y/n) was going to answer his friend, but then a loud beep from his phone caught both of their attention. Kyon wanted to know what was keeping him so distracted, and leaned closer to get a look at the screen. Before he could take a look the other boy turned his screen away, making him unable to see. Glancing at his buddy’s face he saw a smile begin making its way across (Y/n(‘s face. 

“Sorry, bro. I have to go, eat without me.” He said and stood up to leave. The now lonely teen didn’t have time to get a single word in, before the other one dashed away; leaving him to his lonesome.

Later that day, the left male waited faithfully for his love to escort him home. The clock turned 16:30 and (Y/n) still hadn’t showed up like he should. His devoted friend resolved to wait some more, it happened that (Y/n) got stuck talking to the teacher or sometimes finishing a project, so it could be of that reason he wasn’t there. Falling leaves flew into his face and he irritably wafted them away. After twenty more minorities passed Kyon started becoming worried. Where could he be? He hoped nothing had happened. Another student from the same grade suddenly walked passed the gates of the school, turned to face him and quizzed. 

“What are you doing, you know like everyone has gone home?” They raised a brow at his presence.  It was weird that someone still were near school grounds at that time a day. 

“Yes, I-I’m waiting for someone, actually.” Kyon declared. 

“Is it that (Y/n) guy?”

”uhm, yes it’s him.” The blonde became slightly confused at how the student knew of their friendship, until he got the answer directly from the sorce. 

“I’ve seen you hanging around him a lot.”

”Oh…” 

“Well, he’s already gone.”

Kyons while body stiffened at the remark. Already gone? Gone where and without him? Never had (Y/n) left a line before Kyon and that made him slightly fidgety. The student continued. 

“He left to go home probably, wouldn’t you know more about that though?”

”I s-suppose.” He uttered uncertainly. Had (Y/n) really forgotten about him and went home? No, it could be. Did he not want to be friends anymore? What if he’d finally tired of him, that wasn’t good. Thanking the student for informing him about (Y/n)’s actions, he turned his direction to the male’s abode. 

It took about ten minutes to get there, as he chose to jog all the way. When he landed outside the door the youth knocked on it in a stressed manner. His suspicion arose when no one answered his call and he tried a second time, but no luck there either. Was (Y/n) really home? If he was he would have opened. Ultimatly he couldn’t wait any longer and dug in his backpack for spare keys he’d gotten to the house. Pulling on the handle, the door opened softly and Kyon stepped inside the hall. The hallway looked the same as it always had, with grey walls and photo frames farther in. Seeing them made him happy, most of them contained pictures from their little adventures as kids. They showed he was cherished and important to both (Y/n) and his family. They’d always been so close, after all. Kyon was basically family. Recognising he’d gotten stuck in old times, the blonde shook himself out of it. No sounds could be heard in the building except his own breathing. Deciding to venture to the second floor, walking up the stairs he heard a thud originating from the level. Confirming it after listening a socond time, he became aware that he wasn’t alone like he thought. 

“(Y/n), you there?” He hollered but received no response and kept making his way upstairs.

Subsequently reaching the barrier that separates (Y/n)’s room from the rest of the home, Kyon put his ear to the door and listened. There wasn’t much he could make out, however there was defiantly someone in there. Concluding he should enter, the boy pushed the door open and what he saw made him want to disappear. There on the bed, sat his friend with a girl on his lap, kissing. Alicia, he thought. The one that he liked, said was his type. Dropping his bag in surprise, the sound echoing around the room; catching the attention of the two lovers. (Y/n) jumped at the unforeseen intrusion and pulled Acilcia off him. He abruptly got up and asked Kyon what he was doing there.

”I-I was looking f-for you….but I see that you’re….busy.” He answers in a small voice. “I thought we were s-supposed to walk home together…”

”Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot, I wasn’t paying attention. I’ll repay you later.” (Y/n) apologised and straightened out his clothing, wanting to appear more proper at his friends sudden appearance. 

Kyon watched as he sent apologetic glances toward the girl. What, was he really saying sorry to her? Not to his best friend who has been with him all his life. Not the one who’s supported him in all activities he wanted to try. Not the guy who loved him. That wasn’t fair. That really wasn’t fair. Feeling himself beginning to boil with rage, the blonde snapped and hissed.

”Why are you apologising to her?” He seethed.

”What? What are you-“

”Why are you even with her, she’s a bitch.” 

At the statement, Alicia decided to cut in. “Excuse me, what did you say?” She said, offended.

”I said-“ The enraged male started but was hindered by the other guy in the room. (Y/n) stopped Kyon by putting a hand to his chest to try calm him down. 

“Kyon, what’s gotten into you? You’re never this rude-“

”Can’t you see what she’s doing! Look at her, she’s mocking me!” 

The girl in question just looked at him like he was crazy and said. “What the hell are you talking about? Gosh if I knew it’d turn out like this, I shouldn’t have come.” She exclaimed before grabbing her things and storming out of the room, with (Y/n) in tow.

“Alicia!” Her admirer called after her, not wanting to end on a bad not like that. The attempts were futile, however. The girl was already too far away to hear his pleas. Sighing in frustration, he turned and stalked back into the house. Entering his room, the male crossed his arms and glares at Kyon; who stood in the same place he’d left him. “What was that about? You can’t just walk in here and shout at an innocent girl for doing literally nothing.”

Kyon rebutted. “She’s not innocent!” His eyes began filling with tears and he tried his best to wipe them away. On any normal occasion, (Y/n) would have stopped to comfort him, but this time he didn’t. Another evidence of her bad influence. 

“What are you even doing here, if you saw I wasn’t at the gate why didn’t you just go home? And don’t go into my house without my permission!” 

This was bad, (Y/n) never ever raised his voice at him. If only he’d kept a more close eye on him, maybe he wouldn’t have chased after another girl. Wasn’t he enough? Not being able to take it anymore, Kyon rushes out of the room and leaves the house in a hurry. He could hear his friend screaming his name after him but he didn’t stop and continued running. When he reached his house, he used his hand to fan himself, the seat sticking his shirt to his body. Entering his room he slams the door behind him, luckily there wasn’t anyone him to hear it; otherwise he’d get a serious leacture, and that’s not something he had the energy to hear. Locking after himself, the blonde boy leaned on and slowly slid down the door. Finally he could let it all out, tears streamed down his cheeks and ran down on the floor. What would he do now?

After their fight at his house, Kyon hadn’t messaged him. It was complete silance from his end. It worried (Y/n) and he decided to apologise the next day, to both Alicia and Kyon. But he never got the opportunity to do it, because he didn’t show up to school the next day, or the day after that. In the beginning he accepted that he might be sick, although after a whole week of being absent he guessed the blonde didn’t dare come to school because of their argument. His other friends told him to chill and give it time, but they didn’t know Kyon like he did. Something was seriously up, never had he experienced a time where the other boy acted out in that way. In spite of that he chose to wait like people told him too. Perhaps giving Kyon space was exactly what he needed to do. Maybe he could make some friends in the future if he backed off a bit. Ever since they were babies they’d been attached at the hip, barely fighting and only having fun in each others company. As he grew, (Y/n) realised it wasn’t good for Kyon to be so dependant on him. While he knew Kyon wasn’t the most out going, he thought it would be alright when they got older. But when they started high school, he saw that Kyon wouldn’t change and he still relied too much on him. 

Not wanting to throw Kyon away, the (e/c) eyed male let him stay around him for as much as he wanted. It’s not that he didn’t love being in his company; it’s just that Kyon would sometimes be a bit clingy. That was not healthy behaviour and would benefit neither of them. (Y/n) loved the guy that’s for sure, but it sometimes got a bit too much. 

Laying in his bed at night, (Y/n) distracted himself with scrolling through his phone. He couldn’t sleep and it resulted in him playing around on the device for way longer than he should have. Right then, a message notification popped up. Clicking on it right away, he was directed to the messaging app and read the text.

’Hi, I’m so sorry about how I acted last week. It made me realise I can’t keep something to myself anymore, and I need to tell you. So would you come to the my grandparents cabin tomorrow so I can tell you?

 His grandparents house was an hour away. Why couldn’t they just meet up somewhere in the city, like tha park or something? It was certainly a bit odd to specifically wish to be there. (Y/n) therefore thought it was weird, but Kyon made it seem really important so could he really complain. He only hoped it wasn’t too serious and they could reconcile afterwards. The next morning the young man stepped on a bus that lead to a station near Kyon’s grandparent’s house. He remembered the elderly couple as very kind and warm towards them. The time when they passed it was a very sad period. The house they left behind became a sentimental spot for everyone, and that may be why Kyon chose it to be their meeting place. Though he really wondered what was so important. He’d know when he got there he supposed.

Getting off the bus he stood on a familiar platform, the bus stop. Forrest surrounded the station and made it appear somewhat deserted, if you walked for a while you’d eventually find a town that was full of people. It wasn’t big but had that familiar feeling about it, where everyone knew each other and people were welcome. A couple minutes away from the town lay the house that was his destination. The couple liked more privacy from the towns folk and therefor lived a bit away. Tracing the path there, (Y/n) walked until he saw the familiar view. Stepping on the porch he pulled in the handle to find out the door was already unlocked, so he went inside. Inside were no signs of any life beside his own, he saw how dusty some parts of the home was and shrunk away. It was understandable why it was unclean, but it didn’t mean he liked it. Somewhat of a germaphobe, the young man regularly made sure his room was in good, clean condition. Wandering around the building, he didn’t see his friend anywhere in there. Considering Kyon asked to meet, you’d think he’s the first to arrive; turns out that wasn’t the case this time. 

‘Hmmm, I wonder if his room looks the same?’

 Back in their youth the two of them shared Kyon’s room as theirs and used it as the main base. The room was often messy with toys, clothes and other things scattered on the floor constantly. In contrast to his appearance, Kyon was the messy one. People kinda just assumed he was a neat freak because of how bashful he was. 

(Y/n) pushed the bedroom door and peered in, it looked exactly like he remembered. Smiling to himself he noticed something on the bed that hadn’t been there previously. A letter had been placed on the sheets, the outside had small red hearts painted on it and was nicely sealed with wax. Confused, he hesitated before deciding to open it; the letter must be for him, right?

‘Dear (Y/n)

My love, you have been my best friend ever since I can remember. Always protecting me, caring for me, and being there when I needed it. For that I will always be grateful. 

When we began middle school I was afraid of losing you to the others. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to be you only friend. But now I know it’s more than that. (Y/n) I love you. Alway have, always will. I love you so, so much it hurts me. I thought I could satisfy these feelings with things I found that reminded me of you. How silly I was, nothing will ever satiate my longing for you. When I saw you with that bitch of a woman, I wanted to destroy everything. I wanted to get rid of her. I’ve never killed you know, but with these emotions you awake in me I don’t know if it will stay that way for much longer. I want to be the only one you care for. The only one you love. I belong to you and you belong to me, that’s how it is.

I love you more than anything and anyone in this whole wide world and I know now that I have you there is no way that I am ever letting you go.’

From behind him, a hand covered his mouth and in a hushed voice he heard the words.

”Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

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