#Her mother has crushed so many people. Her mother has crushed her.
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Ace's crush
warning: this is a total rant.
thinking about how Ace has gone his whole life with insecurities. how since he was a fucking child no taller than the knee of the people who told him that he was a monster, he's understood that he was doomed as a human to a life of misery and hatred and guilt. how even though it wasn't his fault that he was the son of a demon, he would reap what roger sowed deep into his blood until the day he dies.
he was a monster. he never should have been born, and the only reason he was, was so that the people his "father" wronged could be given closure knowing that they could take their anger out on the son of a devil.
he believed this with how whole soul. that is, until he met you. and suddenly, his cheeks are pink and he's giggling like a schoolgirl in his cabin to the memory of how you glanced at him across the deck, instead of wallowing in self-hatred and anger. suddenly, he's asking Marco for advice on how to talk to girls, instead of letting his own insecurities tie him down and keep him silent about his feelings, gushing about how pretty you are during a dinner with the crew. suddenly, he kinda thinks he looks nice when he caught a glance of himself in the reflection in the water after you told him he looked handsome tonight.
normally, a compliment would only hurt. if someone told him he looked attractive, the only thought on his mind was how similar he looked to roger. if someone told him he was kind for some reason, all he could think about was how many people he's probably hurt. if anyone told him he was a good person, all he could think about was how his mother died for him before he even saw her face long enough to remember it.
but when you say it, it sticks. and it sticks in a way that makes him feel lighter than air, how he knew you were being honest, so maybe... he wasn't all that bad? he almost feels guilty for considering himself less than an ugly monster for even more than a second, but then you flash him that grin and tell him he's so sweet for paying for your drink, and he can't help but forget all about his problems and turn pink.
when you're out in public, he doesn't want to embarrass you, but it's a little crowded, so of course he's gonna keep his hands on you at all times. just so you don't get lost. totally platonic... buuuuut then you lean into him a bit, and he gets a whiff of your perfume, and marco's having to snap his fingers in front of his face so loverboy over here can snap out of it before he starts drooling too bad.
now he's the embarrassed one, but it's worth it when you giggle at his idiocy and pull him along, hand in hand.
maybe one day he'll work up the courage to tell you how he feels, but for now, Ace is completely content with the giddy feeling in his chest when you make eye contact across the deck, not having to worry about if you'll leave him or realize what he truly is, because you're you, and that's who's captured the Fire Fist's heart.
#one piece#one piece x reader#portgas d ace#portgas d ace x reader#portgas d ace x you#portgas d ace x y/n#portagas d. ace#portgas ace x reader#portgas ace x you#portgas d ace fluff#portgas d ace fanfic#portgas d ace x reader fluff
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wolfstar micro fic - 655 words
genderfluid sirius black, jealous remus lupin, sirius black uses she/her and they/them pronouns, famous au, marauders are actors
The camera zooms into the scene, everyone is quiet, while theyâre filming. Only Sirius and her scene partner Barty, are allowed to talk.
Remus is sitting on his chair, watching his girlfriend work. He loves watching Sirius act, theyâre so talented and always put their everything in each scene. And he is truly in awe of her.
Lily is the holder of their camera today. Being in a film set so long, with all your friends, just screams to be filmed from their perspective. Everyday someone else is the âcamera-holderâ as James calls it.
Maybe the fans someday will get to see a little footage of it, but itâs more only for them. Their management team and filming team, are responsible for the footage the fans will have for behind the scenes and bloopers.
Remus is sipping on his ice matcha, with his whole focus on his girlfriend, that he doesnât even realise that Lily is filming his face up close.
For the twelfth time in the last half hour, does Barty lean down and capture Siriusâ lips in his. Heâs holding her face with both of his hands and pressing them against the wall.
Itâs a very intense kissing scene and is taking way too long and too many takes, if you ask Remus.
âCut!â Barty immediately takes a step back and Sirius drives her delicate fingers through her hair. A bright smile takes over her face, which releases a warm feeling in Remusâ chest. âOk, we have it.â Their director says and the staff starts cleaning the scene.
Sirius is still talking to Barty, so Lily focus the video back on Remus. âHow do you feel?â
âMuch better now, knowing that this terrible scene is over. And I donât have to watch Barty kissing my girl.â He grins at the camera and Lily canât suspend her giggles. âAnd why is that?â
âBecause this mother-â he just mouths âf_ckerâbefore he speaks loudly again, âhas a crush on Sirius and isnât even a little subtle about it.â
It bothers Remus a lot, how open and vocal this idiot is about, being in love with Remusâ girlfriend. Lily just chuckles again and zooms into the conversation Sirius is having with Barty.
Theyâre shouting a series and at the moment, Barty is playing the boyfriend of Siriusâ character, but not for long. They already filmed the break up scene between the characters.
Right now though, has Sirius dressed in the short pink pyjama pants and a white crop shirt. In short, she looks absolutely stunning and Remus would love to ruin her hair, but it were Bartyâs hands, that made them this dishevelled.
And the worst part is, that Remus canât even be mad at Barty, because of course everyone has a crush on Sirius. Everyone here knows how attractive and pretty she is, everyone on set sees what a talented and stunning actress she is and everyone observe, how kind and selfless she is.
Remus can live with that, the whole fucking world loves her, but Barty? He could at least have the respect and not officially tell people how in love he is with them. It wouldnât bother Remus so much, if he wouldnât post and talk about her so often.
Finally, Sirius is coming over to Remus and sitting down on his lap. âHey, my love.â She greets him and gives him a long kiss.
Remus is a simple man, of course he relaxes into her and wraps his arms around hers waist to keep her close. He forgets Barty, the second her tongue meets his.
A cough gets Siriusâ attention and she looks over at Lily, who holds the rolling camera in their faces. âHi, Lils.â And Remus is not only a simple man, but also pathetic. He forgot about Lily, the camera and his matcha and only remembers those things, when Sirius leaves his lap.
#marauders#marauders fanfiction#wolfstar#wolfstar fanfiction#sirius black#ao3 fanfics#fanfic#remus lupin#sirius loves remus#remus loves sirius#barty crouch jr#lily evans#famous au#marauders are actors#on a filmset#barty steals remusâ girl#jealous remus lupin#everyone is in love with sirius black#as itâs supposed to be#genderfluid sirius black
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Ok I saw a post from @/relaxnotshaveeyebrows and I wanted to explained on my repost so Iâll do that here.
The post basically outlines Caitlyn and her becoming a dictator, and a Fascist
Its ok sheâs all angry with grief, and I understand that she is heavily traumatized but she deals with it by buckling down and âclaiming her powerâ, and people donât realize that Cait âbeing a badassâ is killing innocent Zaunites. Were reminded that sheâs a Kiramman, but weâre also reminded that the enforcers and everyone who enables them has innocent blood staining their hands, and Her âbeing powerfulâ is causing her to step on the zaunites and crush them beneath her heel; using them as stepping stones her her power and influence in pilt over.
She has an increasingly violent distain and outright disgust, for the people of the undercity. She calls them animals, she immediately threatens and almost shoot Heemlot (the guy they rescued from the grey) despite him having information. She doesnât care about the possibility of hurting a child, she almost shoots Vi, and when Vi pushes back even a little bit Caitlyn claims Vi is no different from the people in the undercity (she frames this as a terrible thing, an insult; despite Vi being from the undercity) and hits her before leaving her to rot. Not to mention the entire police brutality montage.
Yes, Caitlyn is traumatized and has been through a lot, but my question to Caitlyn defenders is this: How many little girls in Zaun have had their mothers killed as a direct result of Caitlynâs tyranny? How many people have lost their loved ones, all while have to get up and struggle for a bite of food? How many Zaunites have been so hurt and decided not to kill Pilties on-mass like Caitlyn did? she has struggled, but struggle does not turn people into fascists, power and privilege do.
Iâm not saying I hate her character, I love her writing, and sheâs not all bad-because nobody is all bad, but the narrative (and common sense) clearly frames her actions as oneâs not to support. She will get her redemption arc, Iâm sure of it; but in the meanwhile, do not stand by and support your cancelled wife and her actions, guys. Your cancelled wife is busy being arcane hitler đ
#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#idk how to tag lol#caitvi breakup 2024#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn arcane#caitvi#fuck caitlyn#Caitlyn in her fascist era#enforcer#the enforcers#encforcers arcane#arcane predictions#arcane theory#arcane thoughts#idk#give me your thoughts#do NOT support your Cancelled wife guys#good writing /= character doing a good thing.#writing
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I wish the fandom discussed Raven's issues with her mother more.
The dynamic is so fascinating to me, the whole
" She loves you, but a version of you that will never exist. She has been you, and you will be her, and your child will be folded into the cycle. You look just like her. You don't act like her. You will soon enough. To your child, you will be her, you will never escape her, there will always be a frightened child and a maliciously loving parent in that cold, dark palace. She walked over broken glass just to be with you. She poisoned one of your best friends just to be with you. She loves you, cares about you, so so much. She will never accept what you want to be, will never understand you. She loves you so so much, and you love her, and you hate her too. "
#ever after high#eah#raven queen#ever after high raven#eah raven#It has so much potential#Her mother has crushed so many people. Her mother has crushed her.#This is also in part cause I kin raven and the mommy issues đ
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i think one of the things i want to do over break for funsies is like. rewatch every pak drama of the major contemporary writers nationally hailed as progressive (e.g., umera ahmed, farhat ishtiaq, sameera fazal, etc.) and see how many of the male leads i come out actually still liking. like i want to make an excel spreadsheet cataloguing every red flag that went under my radar as a kid. for science
#bc if we are being real. sooo many of these guys are nothing short of rancid#and while i get the point of a lot of these dramas is to show emotionally stunted men grow#idk how much tolerance i have for certain behaviors now like idk..#tangentially this is also why complaints of saif from kuch ankahi Really amuse me#like ok so all of the most toxic and insecure men imaginable arenât a problem for most pak drama fans#but a man who simply lacks agency and is maybe a bit cowardly bc his mother overimposes on him is horrible and unappealing..#like iâm not saying people have to like him or have a crush on him by any means#but i think itâs weird people are blatantly ignoring heâs being used to comment on how mothers emasculate their sons and strip their agency#and how that doesnât always translate to those sons being weird toxic alpha males but can simply make them cowardly and unable to stand up#for themselves. which yes. is totally worth criticizing. but itâs strange people think samiya is coddling him#simply bc sheâs willing to ask him what he thinks when his mother does or says certain things#if she were coddling him she wouldnât even bother worrying that heâs a pushover#but instead what she does is prompt him to slowly recognize that he has his own thoughts and feelings and that he can act on him#and that sheâs not going to solve his problems for him bc heâs capable of solving them himself#and idk i think that is a narrative worth telling. and i am so willing to cut him slack for being a coward bc heâs the farthest thing from#a toxic alpha male. people have twisted him into being this horrible liar cheat etc for liking someone else prior to his marriage#despite the fact that we are literally being told and shown heâs forced into the marriage and his mom Knows he likes someone else and she#doesnât care. saif cannot realistically say no without effectively running away and heâs incapable of that bc he fears his mother#heâs not a bad person. heâs just a coward. and his growth will entail that he becomes someone brave enough to take a stand for himself#and personally i am way more open than whatever shite we have in other dramas where it takes a saas abusing her bahu for her son to wake up#to be deleted
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hghfhfff I have to like go and pick someone up from the airport in like. idk their flight has been Delayed maybe possibly so like a while
want to do something in the intervening time but I have to Drive there and like. I know I do not leave for an hour at least (it would have been this anyway) and do you think I can focus for shit
really
Maybe I poke at shapeshiftery stuff I haven't done anything with that since the start of the month lmao
#talkin' malarky#I haven't actually collapsed into an oversocialised heap which is. surprising. considering.#so many people today ''oh you may not remember me'' girlie you are so correct I remember nothing and no one#and yet still you Hug#still catching up with some people was good!!#my old latin teacher was there!!#I saw first fake crush's mother!!#made tentative plans to meet old family friend/babysitter at some point bc we both live in the same city#and then like oh god so many people who remember me bc I helped them/their kids/I'm related to them#but like. hhhhh haha yeah not that I remember#fun conversations; talking with younger bro's friend who went ''so I'm trans now'' and I said ''oh same hat''#catching up with oxford friend & her sibs#(one of whom has invited me over for tea at some point)#everyone going ''please contact me if it ever Gets Too Much''#like sir? ma'am? this is my Gets Too Much moment. do you realise how many people I have had to awkwardly take condolences from#it's not even about the death and the saying goodbye#it is the how to react to everyone around me#my brother started laughing in the service bc the last chord in the hymn was Suspect#(would have worked on an organ maybe. it was not an organ)#and our cousin assumed he was crying and reached out to comfort him#anyway is this me using up time on deciding what I'm going to do for the next hour or so. maybe.#gosh darn#don't you just love when the tags are longer than the post#anyway. at least an hour. idk send asks? I'm in the mood to Talk Characters possibly
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Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 2
(Rafe Cameron x Reader series, 4.9k words)
series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.
tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder
content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues
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After weeks of all-nighters and cramming for finals, sleeping in on your first morning at the beach house felt incredible. It was only 9:30 when you finally stirred in the comfy bed, but it felt late in the day.
Coming down the stairs in your pjs and slippers, you smiled at the sound of your sisterâs voice, joking around with her old friends. Your goal this trip was for her to have a good time, and despite the emotional rollercoaster of seeing Rafe yesterday, at this moment, you were glad you decided to stay. You entered the room to see half the house was awake, though neither Rafe or Tom had made an appearance yet.
âLadies and gentleman, itâs Kerri Walsh Jennings!â Topper deepened his voice like a sports announcer when you entered the kitchen. The few people who were up all turned to you, playfully bowing and applauding like you were a true Olympian. You grinned and rolled your eyes, surprised at how comfortable you felt with the unprecedented attention.
Topper was at the stove flipping pancakes for everyoneâs breakfast, wearing an apron that said âkiss the cook.â As you approached the kitchen island to grab a stool next to your sister, he leaned over, holding the spatula like a microphone.
âSo tell us, Kerri, now that youâve won the gold what will you do next?â
âWell, Top,â you played along. âFirst, Iâm going to get some coffeeâŠthen Iâm going straight to Disneyland!â
Everyone in the kitchen laughed, making the tips of your ears turn red. No one ever laughed at your jokes in high school, not that you were confident enough to make many. Rafe would tell you sometimes that you were funny, so long as no one was around to hear him admit it.
âWell I can help you with the first part,â Topper said, grabbing a mug and the coffee pot.
âWow, so domestic of you, Topper,â you teased as he poured your steaming coffee in front of you.
âHeâs our house mother,â Carter said, smiling wide at Topper who did a jokey little curtsy motion. Clearly this was a running joke between them.
Topper handed you a plate of pancakes, which Kelce promptly reached over your shoulder to steal.Â
âSince when are you such an athlete?â Kelce asked, his mouth already full with your breakfast.
You told them all about your team at school, surprised out of your mind that everyone was actually listening intently.
Rafe woke up groggy and sore, ducking his head as he walked through the basement and made his way up the rickety steps. As he reached for the handle of the door which opened into the kitchen, he smiled at the sound of your voice on the other side. His smile quickly faded when he heard Kelce interrupt you with, âYeah and you kicked Rafeâs ass, too, made him your bitch.â
âI wouldnât go that far.âÂ
Every head in the kitchen whipped towards the sound of Rafeâs voice as he emerged, except for yours. You shuffled slightly on your stool and sipped your coffee. Rafe didnât miss the way you were ignoring him, his eyes grazing quickly over the smoothe skin of your shoulders before redirecting to anything he could find.Â
âCute apron, Top,â he landed on.
âThanks man,â Topper said, ignoring his mocking tone. âWant some flapjacks?â
âEw, who calls them flapjacks?â Carter burst out laughing.Â
âWell now you donât get any,â Topper scolded, pulling her plate away from her and handing it to Rafe.
âI donât want âem if Carterâs put her mouth near them,â Rafe mocked. âWe donât know where sheâs been.â
âSays the guy who licked the gym floor in seventh grade,â you said quietly.
The entire room came to a halt, everyone surprised at the sound of you joining in on the teasing. No one had actually heard you address Rafe yet. The awkwardness hung in the air, all eyes going wide as they waited to see if the notorious hothead was going to be able to take what he was dishing out. You just picked at your pancakes with your fork and hoped everyone would move on, but Rafe smirked at you, a playful twinkle in his eye.
âThat was on a dare,â he defended himself.
When you finally looked up at him, your stomach twisted into a knot as you noticed how cute he looked in his white undershirt and grey sweats, messy bedhead and sleepy eyes. You immediately regretted acknowledging that you remembered something he did so long ago. Now, he was looking at you with something like excitement, smug that you were talking to him, like your big triumph the day before had never happened.Â
âOh, I didnât remember that part.â It was a lie, you remembered everything he ever said or did.
Rafeâs face dropped at your impassive tone, his brief window of hope that all was forgiven slammed shut.
To your great relief, Tom chose that moment to enter the room, drawing the attention away from you and Rafe. He had apparently been out on a run, and his under armor shirt, wet with sweat, clinged to his form to reveal a sculpted chest below.
âHow we doinâ everyone?â His cheery voice boomed. He slapped Topper on the back before giving Kelce a frat bro handshake across the counter. âWhat do we have here?â He whistled appreciatively at the spread Topper had put out.
As Topper rattled on about the many flavors and shapes of pancakes he could offer, Tom looked over at you with a cheeky smile and mouthed âgood morning!â You smiled back with a little wave, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the way he was singling you out.Â
After the volleyball game last night, youâd all gone to a seafood restaurant on the water. Tom had chosen the seat next to you, and made extremely pleasant dinner company. He asked you all about yourself, about school and what you were planning for the future. He was a great listener, and you were so glad to have someone to chat normally with without the baggage of your childhood hanging over your head. You hoped the week would hold many more cozy conversations with him.
Unbeknownst to you, Carter was watching as you smiled at him in the kitchen, and so was Rafe. They had very different looks on their face as they realized at the same moment that something was happening between you and Tom.
After Topper and Kelce reclaimed Tomâs attention, talking over each other about their plans to go fishing later, Carter squeezed your elbow and motioned with a nod for you to follow her out onto the patio.Â
âUmmm, okay, what was that?â Carter asked with arched eyebrows once you were settled on the patio couch next to her.
âOh my god I know. I shouldnât have said anything, do you think everyone will think itâs weird I remember something he did in seventh grade?â You asked worriedly.
Carter scrunched her brows in confusion for a minute before waving you off with her hand. âOh, no not Rafe, heâs old news. Iâm talking about your little moment with Tom!â
âOh, uh,â you cleared your throat, embarrassed that you were still lingering on Rafe when she clearly wasnât. âI donât know, heâs nice.â
âHeâs fucking gorgeous is what he is,â she fanned herself theatrically.
âAre you into him?â Your stomach dropped at the thought that she might be interested. In your eyes, Carter always had first pick, and surely if Tom thought she was interested heâd choose her over you in a heartbeat.
âNo,â she shook her head. âIâm having too much fun messing with Topper.â
You laughed hard at that, âyeah, I noticed. Are you two back on again?â
âMaybe,â she shrugged. âYou think if I play my cards right I could get him to propose?â
âI think you could probably get him to do just about anything,â you chuckled.
âOkay, then itâs settled, Iâve got Topper and you,â she poked at your side and you swatted her hand away, âwill make a move on Tom.â
âI donât know about âmake a move,â you took a long sip of your coffee, suddenly anxious.
Carter eyed you curiously, recognizing the insecurity she hoped you had left behind now that things were going so well. She didnât understand how you still couldnât see how amazing you are, but she was determined to prove it to you by the end of this trip.
Rafe did his best not to stare at you through the sliding door, but when he heard your melodic laugh float in through the screen, he couldnât help the way his head snapped toward the sound, wishing desperately that it was him making you laugh like that. You used to laugh at all his jokes, and heâd taken it for granted. The sad thing was, he actually loved hanging out with you. You had a great sense of humor, and he always felt so comfortable when it was just you and him. He knows now he shouldâve just called it what it was, been with you in public too. But he had so many eyes on him back then, and he was worried what people would think. Plus, he knew youâd stick by him even if he treated you like shit, and he took advantage of that. He kicked himself mentally, feeling like a Grade A chump while you sat there, looking beautiful in the ocean breeze, smiling through the window at some guy youâd met yesterday.
As he lost himself in his thoughts, Topper noticed him staring at you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
âShe looks good, huh?â He asked Rafe.
âWhat?â Rafe shook his head as if he could erase the thoughts that were plaguing him. âWho?â
âOh, come on,â Topper nodded towards you and Carter on the deck.
âI dunno,â Rafe tried to play it off. âShe looks the same I guess, a little different.â
âBro,â Topper gave him an incredulous look. âSheâs a fucking smokeshow. Youâre into her, donât even try and fool me.â
âIf you're so into her, why donât you go for her?â Rafe snapped at him.
Topper shook his head, âmaybe because Iâm not the one she was obsessed with for a decade.â
âShe wasnât obsessed with me,â Rafe protested. âWe were friends.â
âRight,â Topper said sarcastically. âAnd I was a number one draft pick. Dude, she was in love with you, everyone knew it.â
Rafe leaned forward on the counter, propped on his elbows, looking down at his uneaten pancakes with a frown. His stomach twisted with guilt. Of course everyone knew, he knew it too. And heâd be lying if he said he didnât use your adoration of him to his advantage from time to time. Okay, all the time. He couldnât really blame you for still being mad at him, he was a dick. But he liked to think heâd grown some since then, not that you had any reason to give him a chance to prove it.
âI think sheâs into your buddy, Dom, or whatever his name is,â Rafe grumbled.
âFirst of all,â Topper pointed the spatula at him, âyou know his name is Tom. And second of all, I love the guy, but heâs got nothing on you. Give me one day, sheâll be back.â
âDonât do anything weird, man,â Rafe warned, cringing at the thought of what kind of damage an unsupervised Topper could inflict.
âDonât worry dude, I got it handled,â Topper assured him.
Rafe just chuckled and sipped his coffee, knowing this was a losing battle, âwhatever you say, Top.â
The door slid open and you and Carter reentered the kitchen. Tom stood from his place at the little breakfast nook when you walked in, and you were relieved that he ended his conversation with Maddie and Sabrina so abruptly at the sight of you. He smiled down at you before heading into the kitchen to help Topper clean up. Rafe was noticeably not helping, sitting at the counter scrolling on his phone.
âNo phones,â Carter said, swiping it from him.Â
âGive it,â he held his large hand out to her, jaw ticking with annoyance.
âCâmon Rafe, donât you want to live in the present?â She badgered.
He tried to grab it quickly, but she lifted it above her head, tossing it to Kelce on the other side of the counter, who tossed it to Topper, and the game of hot potato continued, much to Rafeâs chagrin.
âYâall are children,â he scowled, sitting back on the stool in defeat.
âWho are you even texting? All your friends are here,â Carter jeered.
âI was looking up directions to the grocery store, seeing as thereâs no fucking food in this house besides beer, and apparently pancake mix,â Rafe explained.
âNo need,â Topper said. âTom, Kelce and I are spending the day on the water and weâll grab some stuff on the way back.â
Carter frowned at the thought of both of your boys being gone the whole day, leaving little to distract you from Rafe. This wouldnât do.
âNo, you canât go out today, we're having a cookout!â She announced to the room.
âWe are?â Kelce scratched his head.
âYes, we are,â Carter nodded confidently, wrapping her arm around Topperâs waist, which you knew was all it would take to get him to agree. âAnd mom here is going to grill for us.â
âOh am I?â Topper asked, eyebrows raised in amusement, not exactly protesting.
âYes, so someone else will need to go get the food,â Carter continued. You knew her well enough to see that a whole plan was unfolding in her head. âSissy, why donât you go?â
âThatâsâŠfine,â you agreed reluctantly, narrowing your eyes at her, trying to figure out her play. âI need someone to go with me though, weâll need a lot of stuff.â
Carter and Topper smiled in sync, both thinking theyâd just come up with the best idea anyone has ever had.
At the same moment that Carter blurted out, âTom can go with you!â Topper loudly suggested, âRafe can take you!â
Your lips forming a tight line, you gave them both an exasperated look. Their heads snapped toward each other, eyeing each other suspiciously. Rafe scratched the back of his neck, annoyed at Topper for butting in and hating himself for hoping youâd choose to go with him and not Tom.
Tom, meanwhile, was watching all four of you from the corner of the room, never more confused in his life.
âItâs cool,â he said hesitantly, the awkwardness palpable. âAll three of us can go.â
âFine, but Iâm driving,â Rafe stood from his seat. âCan I have my phone back now please?â
He reached his hand to Kelce, who was the last to have it. Kelce panicked, wanting to keep the game going, and tossed it to you. You very nearly dropped it, letting it bounce between your hands but eventually securing it before it fell.
You just looked at it in your hands, then up to Rafe and Tom, searching for any way out of what was sure to be an uncomfortable outing without being rude. You came up with nothing.
âI guess Iâll go get dressed,â you handed Rafe his phone, making Kelce shake his head at you in disappointment.
The hum of the truckâs engine was the only sound in the car for a solid five minutes. You sat in the front seat, Tom having opened your door for you, while Rafe drove. You suddenly couldnât remember what people do with their hands when theyâre not driving. Where the hell do you put your hands? Tomâs voice cut through your internal panic.
âSo, uh Rafe, Top says you went to Chapel Hill?â He inquired, sitting forward in the backseat so his head appeared between you and Rafe,
âStill do,â Rafe said curtly.
You looked at Rafe for the first time since pulling out of the beach house driveway. You wanted to ask him why he hadnât graduated on time, always more invested in his academics than he was, but you were trying to pretend you didnât care.
âNice, man,â Tom tried to keep the conversation going. âI applied there, itâs hard to get in.â
âI guess I just hit the books a little harder than you then,â Rafe shrugged.
A scoff escaped you before you had the chance to stifle it. Rafeâs hands tightened on the steering wheel.
âWhat was that?â Rafe looked sideways at you for a moment.
âNothing,â you crossed your arms over your chest.
âNo, please share,â he prodded. You couldnât believe he was copping an attitude with you.
âItâs just, Iâm sure your last name had nothing to do with your acceptance,â you quipped.
Rafeâs jaw clenched and you smirked in satisfaction, pleased that you had gotten under his skin. Tomâs eyes flicked between the two of you, trying to decipher the vibe.
You were glad he didnât try to attempt any further small talk. Once you got to the grocery store, you divided the shopping list three ways and split up to your designated aisles. You filled your cart as fast as you could, eager to get this shopping trip over with.
After checking everything off your list, you rounded the corner of the produce section toward the registers, your cart nearly crashing into Rafeâs. His entire shopping cart was filled with alcohol. You laughed at the sight.Â
âWhat?â Rafe asked defensively.
âWhat are the rest of us gonna drink?â You smirked.
âShut up,â he grinned. âItâs not all for me.â
âOkay but where is the stuff you were supposed to get?â
âItâs under there somewhere,â he mused.
âSure,â you just shook your head with a smile and kept walking towards the register.
âShit, wait,â Rafe rolled his cart to you and ran back down one of the aisles.
âNo donât worry about me, I got it,â you muttered to yourself bitterly.
You started pushing both carts but Rafe appeared quickly at your side again.
âGot it,â he breathed, adding one more thing to his cart.
It was a case of Redbull. You shifted on your feet uncomfortably, looking down into his cart. Redbull was his drink of choice in high school, you used to buy him one every day and bring it to him after practice, like a puppy fetching the morning paper. Rafe eyed you nervously, your soured expression leading him to believe you remembered just as well as he did.Â
âOld habits die hard, huh?â You joked, trying to break the tense moment.Â
âYeah, canât seem to kick that one,â he replied, relieved that you were the first to acknowledge it.
Tom caught up with you at check-out, his cart actually full of the things he was supposed to get. The three of you unloaded your goods to be rung up by a 16-year-old cashier who could not have been more annoyed that you had chosen his register.
Tom jumped in to help bag the groceries, chatting happily with the bag boy as he assisted. Rafe, however, stood there staring at his phone.Â
After you finished emptying your cart, you watched Tom with a smile while he charmed the grocery store staff. Rafe looked up from his screen with a frown, stomach dropping when he saw that you were watching Tom with an affectionate smile.
âIs that everything?â The cashier asked hopefully.
You were about to say "yes" and also maybe "sorry" when Rafe cut you off.
âNo wait, these too,â he reached toward the shelf and grabbed your favorite candy, looking at you expectantly as he handed it to the cashier.
âYour favorite,â he explained bashfully at the sight of your furrowed brows.
âYeah, it is,â you agreed. âJust surprised you remember. Thanks.â
You looked at him for a moment longer than you should, your eyes lingering on each otherâs as you shared another silent memory. You felt a twinge of nostalgia that you knew you shouldnât.
While you and Rafe looked at each other, Tom pulled out his black card and entered it into the machine. Rafe noticed a moment too late and scrambled to pull his wallet from his pocket, fumbling for his credit card.
âOh no, hey man, I was gonna get it,â Rafe finally pulled out the credit card he was looking for but Tom was already signing the screen with his finger.
âNo worries dude,â Tom brushed him off politely. âYou can get me back later this week.â
Rafe was the most competitive person you knew, and the richest, surely he wasnât going to let another guy pay for everything and walk away. He opened his mouth like he was going to argue with Tom, but with a glance back at you he closed it again. Then he carried as many bags to the car as one person could possibly hold, mumbling something like "multiple trips are for pussies."Â
Another fifteen minutes of painful silence might just make your head explode, you thought. The second you were back in the truck, the bed overflowing with groceries, you asked Rafe for the aux.
âWhat are you gonna play?â He sideyed you as he held it just out of reach. You leaned across the console to snatch it from his hands, and he felt pins and needles where your hand had brushed him. He wondered if you realized it was the first time you'd touched each other in four years.
The two of you had always fought over the aux, youâd eventually give in to his pouting and listened to his shitty house mixes and soundcloud rappers.
âDonât worry about it,â you waved him off with a grin.
Four years ago, you would have been way too nervous to play what you truly wanted to listen to, afraid Rafe wouldnât think it was cool enough. But now, you pressed play on your go-to playlist with gusto and beamed when your absolute favorite song started booming through his subwoofers.Â
Rafe tried to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldnât stop them from dancing back over to you as you sang along happily to your music. You rolled the window down, letting the humid Florida air raise your hair in a wave around you. You giggled and tried to tame it, eventually giving up and letting it whip around your face.
There was something so light about you. Something joyful and at peace. He placed both hands on the steering wheel, trying to ground himself, jealous of your carefree spirit. Whatever intangible thing you had managed to capture in your years apart, he wanted it. And it hit him like a lightning bolt, a bittersweet truth he had fought for so many years - he wanted you.
One song rolled into the next, and Rafe searched for something to say to keep up the almost-friendly banter you had begun in the store, but before he could come up with anything, Tom sat forward suddenly.
âOh hey I love this song!â Tom informed you.
âMe too!â You turned to smile at him, and Rafe listened enviously as you and Tom chatted about the many favorite artists you have in common the rest of the way home.
The house was quiet when you returned, everyone either taking their daily hangover nap or down lounging by the beach. Rafeâs hands turned white from once again carrying as many plastic bags as he could. You tried not to laugh, and tried not to notice the way his biceps bulged under his tight t-shirt, but you failed at both.
âAre you laughing at me again?â He raised his eyebrows in amusement, placing the bags on the counter. âWhat is it this time?â
âSorry, youâre just so helpful all of a sudden,â you pointed out with a smirk.
âWell bag boy over there wasnât helping,â he nodded towards the patio, where Tom was taking a phone call.
âHe said itâs a work call,â you defended him. âHe just got a job in New York apparently, a Wall Street thing.
âWhatever,â Rafe mumbled. What he wanted to say was âsince when are you two best friends?â but he had already been fairly gruff with you today and he was trying to refocus on his goal of getting you to like him again.
You and Rafe put the groceries away in silence for a while. You tried to find the right way to approach the question you were dying to ask, failing to convince yourself you didn't care about the answer.
âSo,â you started nervously. âYou didnât graduate this year?â
Rafeâs shoulders tensed as he tried to make more room in the pantry.
âNope,â he said shortly.
âDid you take some time off?â
He was torn between being glad that you were talking to him and mad that this was the topic youâd chosen to break the ice with.
âNo, I-uh,â he cleared his throat. âI failed a couple classes my first year so Iâm still a few credits behind.â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you said, leaning down to put the ribs for the cookout in the large freezer.
âItâs my own fault,â he shrugged. âI was an idiot back then.â
When you stood from the freezer to grab another rack of ribs, you were surprised to see Rafe standing close, his body looming as he looked down at you.
âI was an idiot before then, too,â he continued, voice low and uncertain.
Everything in your mind went fuzzy as the blood rushed to your face. This was the first time you could smell him, and it familiarity of his scent made you feel like you were being transported back in time. You fought the urge to inhale deeply, greedy for the rush of him filling your senses.
âBefore then?â You blinked up at him.
Rafe struggled to find his next words. It took everything in you not to fill in the blanks for him, like you were back in high school slipping him the answers to a test he hadnât studied for. But this time, you needed him to find the answers all on his own. You swallowed hard, leaving silence for the words he was searching for.Â
Before he could find them, Topper and Carter came barreling into the kitchen, mid-argument as always. They stopped short when they saw the scene in front of them. Rafe stepped away from you so quickly you could feel a woosh of wind in his wake. It was eerily reminiscent of your teenage years, Rafe separating himself from you as soon as there was anyone around to see you together.
âEverything okay?â Carter asked tensely, noticing the way your shoulders had fallen.
âFine,â Rafe said, tossing the rest of the plastic bags in the trash and heading down the stairs to his basement bedroom, closing the door firmly behind him.
âDamn, you two did good,â Topper said, admiring the cornucopia of food youâd brought back.
âYou three,â Carter corrected. âTom went too.â
She walked up next to you and lowered her voice, a sly smile on her face, âand how did it go with Tom?â
You didnât match her playful mood, completely preoccupied thinking about the moment you and Rafe had just shared. Was he about to apologize to you? What would you have let him do if your sister and psuedo-brother-in-law had entered the room just a minute later?
âIt was fine,â you said distractedly, closing the fridge and heading upstairs to your room.
Carter turned on her heel and looked at Topper with a frown, shocked to find him beaming back at her.
âWhat are you smiling for?â She snarled.
âOh nothing, seems like my plan is working is all,â he grinned. âThey were standing awfully close when we walked in.â
âYour plan?â She stepped closer to him, arms crossed. âWhat are you up to Thornton?â
âJust playing a little Cupid,â he smiled proudly.
âOkay well you can go ahead and put down the bow and arrow, because Iâve already got that covered,â she informed him.
âReally?â He asked in surprise. âI thought you hated Rafe.â
âRafe? Ew, no, Iâm talking about Tom, obviously,â she snapped.
âYour sister and Tom? Nahhh, do you not see how she and Rafe have been looking at each other? Itâs so obvious,â he scoffed.
âYou know what else is obvious? That Rafeâs still a dick and he doesnât deserve her,â Carter argued.
âHeâs actually grown up a lot,â Topper said, surprising Carter with the serious shift in his tone. âHeâs been through some stuff, college hasnât been easy for him. He could use a win.â
Carter considered this, but it wasnât enough to satisfy the years of bitterness she held for Rafe.
âWell, he had his chance. He had millions of chances with her and he fumbled every one,â she said.
âI know he did, but under it all heâs a good person. And I think good people deserve second chances,â Topper explained.
âNot when they hurt my sister,â she concluded. âI wonât allow it.â
Topper's eyes creased with his smile as he looked down at her, loving her steely look and pursed lips as she put her hands on her hips.Â
âYouâre still so bossy,â he smiled, sliding closer to her until their chests were nearly touching. âI know weâre supposed to be fighting, but itâs kinda hot.â
He leaned forward to plant a little kiss on her lips, like heâd done a million times before. Carter leaned back, leaving his puckered lips hanging.
âOh no,â she pushed him back, making him frown. âYou donât get to touch me until you join Team Tom.â
âNuh-uh! Team Rafe for life baby,â he crossed his arms to match her stance, recovering quickly, more than used to being rejected by her.
She studied him suspiciously, wondering how quickly heâd crack if she actually withheld their inevitable beach trip hook-up. But he didnât budge, he was as serious about this as she was.
âFine,â she said. âThe game is so on.â
(Chapter 3)
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Thoughts on pervert ayato pleaseâŠâŠâŠ:
dear wife, dear husband ft. kamisato ayato
synopsis: your husband is doting, regardless of whether your marriage is one of duty or of love. but unbeknownst to you, ayato craves you much more than you might have initially believed him to
contains: 3.1k word count ; fem reader ; arranged marriages ; reader has parents and is of a respected clan ; reader is described as quiet, shy, obedient, and pliant ; reader is also described to have a mole on her chest ; male masturbation ; panty (and clothes in general) thief ayato ; unprotected vaginal sex ; creampie ; implied cunnilingus + fingering + nipple play ; make no mistake: ayato is perverted but heâs still madly in love
Ayato is a man of reputation, of class. He holds certain status and sophistication that heâs fought tooth and nail to keep perfectly intact for the Kamisato clan ever since his parents passed away.
It started since he was young, when people expected him to behave messy. What they saw was a simple, inexperienced, uninformed, and ill-suited young man whoâs been handed the mantle. It was too big a responsibility for a boy his age to take, being the clan headâtoo ruthless and unforgiving of a position. They thought him too naive, too easy to crush.
So, of course, he has to keep his image up to standards.
He doesnât let himself be seen with a woman for years. Scandalous habits are hardly favorable for forming ties, and the Kamisato clan could certainly use at least a few allies. A young Ayato was not opposed to a marriage of convenience, either, if thatâs what it would have taken to secure his clanâs former glory. More importantly, doesnât trust too many people. Sleeping around makes him open, vulnerable, less susceptible to seeing through deception and any attempts at sabotaging him from within.
So he stays alone for many, many years. He does just fine that wayâbut underneath it all, heâs less than proper. Heâs starved. Starved of touch, of intimacy, of a raw, carnal desire that a man can only stave off for so long. It develops into something far too insatiable to be normal. At first, heâs a bit ashamed of it. A man of his prestige, of his reputation shouldnât be soâŠshameless in his own mind.
Later, he accepts it. Itâs only natural, he tells himself.
Then he marries youâand, of course, it is that marriage of convenience heâd resigned himself to years ago. It happens later than he thought, but it happens all the same. He specifically chose you, too.
Youâre not like other women. Youâre quiet, pliant and obedient under your fatherâs watchful gaze. Your father tells you to sit beside him, and you do. So sweet and dependent on that guiding figure to tell you what to do. Youâve been trained so well, so wonderfully to do what youâre expected to do.
Ayato raises Ayaka to be free. People have much to say about it, of course. His sister is a precious jewel among the clan, and he canât fathom caging her like a bird, canât imagine keeping her sweet chirps locked away from the sky to hear. But you, youâre far too beautiful to risk. The sky is dangerous, and the world is too.
He appreciates your obedience. Revels in it.
Itâs a slow progression, really. Youâre wedding is a quiet affair, and apart from it being a known fact across Inazuma that your clans are to join, there is not a lot of flashiness regarding the actual ceremony.
Ayato is, of course, ever the doting husband regardless of marriage by love or by duty. He gifts you wellâtwo beautiful pieces of jewelry from his familyâs collection. His motherâs ring and his grandmotherâs necklace. Expensive attire for the wedding itself that doesnât seem to phase you. (Your father spoiled you well, he notes. Heâll have to keep up to those standards).
The first night, as a dutiful wife should, you offer yourself up to him. Kneel in front of his legs as heâs sat on the bed, slowly pushing your kimono down your shoulders, revealing more and more skin. Thereâs a mole on your chestâit reminds him of his own by his lip. Celestia, he thinks, must have written you as his from birth. Even the marks on your skin suggest it.
He could burst in his pants at the thought alone.
But heâs kind. Respectful as heâs always appeared. He gently reaches over and traces your cheek with a delicate finger, chuckling as he murmurs, âthere is time for that once weâve become better acquainted, donât you think, dear wife?â
âI am happy to complete the marriage whenever you please, my lord,â you reply. So sweet. So polite. So good.
âAyato,â he corrects, âcall my Ayato.â
âAs you wish,â you nod.
That night, when you sleep peacefully on your side of the bed, he fucks his fist in the bathroom, flashes of his mothers ring on your finger and his grandmotherâs necklace around your neck pushing him to his climax. He suppresses the sounds he wishes he didnât have to hide, one hand clasping over his mouth as the other squeezes around his aching, pulsing cock. His cum paints the floor, the last drops dribbling onto the tile as he shudders, thinking about the beautiful mole on your chest.
Itâs wasted release, he thinks regretfully when heâs done, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at his mess. It would have looked so beautiful on your face, across those breasts he didnât get to see tonight, perhaps even down your throat.
The latter makes his cock twitch again. He groans, feeling himself harden in his hand once more. His sweet, unsuspecting wife. So kind as to give up the left side of the bed for him because that is what heâs used to, even if itâs her habitual side as well. His precious, angelic wife, who gets along so well with his darling sister after only a few brief meetings.
He should feel bad, doing such filthy things at the thought of such innocence. But he canât help it. The drag of his palm across his cock is not the same as before, not when thoughts of you heighten the pleasure so much.
He chokes, gripping the edge of the sink as he stands, hot, heavy breaths that are labored escaping his lips as he feels his second orgasm approach.
And then the knock is on the door. A quiet, âmy lorâAyato? Is everything alright?â
Youâre outside the door. Every fiber of him aches to slam the door open and take you against this sink right now. Watch your breasts spill over the neckline of that nightgown he gifted you, decorated by the necklace hanging over them around your neck. Heâd watch your face twist through the mirror, watching his thick, hard cock fuck in and out of your slick hole.
Would your pussy greedily suck him in? Would be witness the puffiness of your clit? Would the slick of your cunt drip along your thighs? Surely, youâd be just as fascinated by the sight of his glistening length bullying in and out of your walls.
So filthy. So messy. So dirty. Yet, in his mind, so perfectly beautiful.
But he doesnât let himself have that, not yet. He canât taint you so quickly, not when you think so highly of him.
âIâm fine,â he pants, eyes fluttering shut as he bites his lips and suppresses a grunt.
âAre you sure? You sound hoarse.â
He does end up groaning at thatâat your concern and your precious little voice. The sound of you makes his cock do that familiar twitch before heâs tense and still, the shocks of an even more devastating orgasm coursing through ever nerve of his body. He lets out a desperate grunt, hissing as his palm drags along his sensitive length, so sticky and coated with hot cum.
âIâmâŠIâm fine,â he pants, voice strained, âI believe Iâve just unfortunately become ill with food poisoning. Perhaps I got too carried away at the wedding.â
You hum in concern through the door, murmuring a soft, âshall I fetch someone? Thoma perhaps, if you donât want me to see you like this?â
He smiles. So thoughtful, so sincere. Youâre too bright for this dark, cruel world. For a filthy, disgusting man like him. He doesnât even know you, hasnât even taken the opportunity to learn of your interests or your goals, yet here he is. Dreaming of spreading your folds open and getting an eye full of them.
He chuckles, breathy and tired as he stares down at the cum coating his hands. Oh, if that door wasnât separating the two of you, heâd smear the remnants of his pleasure across your beautiful lips. The same ones where such gentle words spill from.
âNo, itâs alright,â he replies. âGive me but a moment, Iâll be out. My wife will be sufficient enough. No need to disturb Thoma.â
âOh,â you breathe. He can imagine the slightly shy look on your face perfectly. Picture it clearly. It almost makes him want to stroke himself a third timeâbut he retires for the night, quickly cleaning himself and the floor off before opening the door and facing you.
Youâre concerned the moment he steps out, a warm hand rushing to press against his cheek and then forehead, feeling his temperature as you gasp, âoh youâre heating up! And your skin is flushed. Come lay down.â
He enjoys the way you dote on him that night. Pressing cool rags to his forehead, brushing hair from his face, spoon feeding him the soup you asked a maid to make.
He enjoys it. He enjoys you. He turns that night when you finally lay beside him, tucked under the sheets, reaching over to grab your hand and give it a lingering kiss right where his motherâs ring lays.
âThank you, my beloved wife,â he says softly, âI am, what seems, the luckiest man in all of Inazuma. Such a doting spouse to have graced me.â
âOh, you mustnât make me sound like such a saint,â you say bashfully, âIâve only done the bare minimum.â
âThen I shall be the most spoiled man, too,â he hums, âif this is considered the minimum.â
He doesnât let go of your hand that night, sleeping with your fingers entwined.
When he wakes up, thereâs a familiar ache between his legs, the morning air cold against your warm bodies. He rises, strokes your cheek gently and smiles before he heads to the bathroom.
The sound of the running water from his shower drowns out the pleased sounds he makes as he fists his cock once more.
Itâs a slow, slow build up over the first few months of your marriage. Ayato dotes on you with thoughtful presents and honeyed words. You reciprocate with tender care as you look after him.
You bring him tea when heâs at his desk too long. You brush his hair and tie it back when he complains of headaches. You ice his sore calluses after long days of sword training with Ayaka.
He craves your touch. Uses every excuse to find it, remembers every detail of it to help him release the pent up tension in his body in secrecy.
He fucks his fist to you more times than he can count. Sometimes, he steals something of yours. The robes you wore the night before. The panties in the laundry pile. Once, even just the handkerchief you used to wipe your sweat on the walk you both took together.
Anything that reminds him of you, that might smell like you. He clutches it one hand, stroking himself with the other. Always when youâre not around, always without you to know of his lewdness to even your most mundane actions.
He finally breaks the night you bear yourself to him.
Itâs a long night of paperwork. Ayato is tired. Extra stressed from the tricommission duties heâs stuck. The shogun herself will be making an appearance to this event, and Ayato has worked himself to the bone preparing.
You donât see him as often as either of you would like. By now, itâs evident youâre as fond of him as he is of you. He took careful consideration to make sure you see him in such a positive light. Your sweet, respectful husband. Your dependable, generous husband. Heâs so gentle with you, so patient and kind and takes such great care of you.
Youâre endeared by him. So much so, that this particular night alone makes you restless.
He can tell as soon as he walks in.
âThere you are,â you breathe, âI was just debating checking on you.â
âYouâre still awake,â he says in surprise. He slowly undresses himselfâby now, youâre used to a shirtless Ayato in bed. You often lay on his bare chest, trace careful shapes into the surface of his skin if your lucky.
On some nights, you connect his moles. He fights the strain in his boxers when that happens.
âI couldnât sleep,â you say shyly, ânot without you. Iâm afraidâŠIâm afraid Iâve grown too used to your warmth.â
âIs that right?â He chuckles, eyes crinkling fondly. âHow inconsiderate of me. A dutiful husband should never abandon his precious wife alone in bed, especially not cold without the presence of his warmth to shield her from such harsh coldness.â
âOh donât be silly,â you giggle, waving him off. So enamored by himâhe can see it in your eyes. Such light and brightness reserved only for him.
You think so highly of him. If only you knew his true nature.
He climbs into bed, moving to pull you close against his side when you stop himâhe pauses when he notices the hesitance in your eyes as you swallow thickly.
âWhatâs wrong?â He frowns, âif Iâve upset you, there is no need to feel guilty about sharing your concerns. I shall make sure to neverââ
âItâs not that,â you breathe, âitâsâŠI justâŠâ
âWhat is it?â He asks kindly.
You canât seem to get the words right, mulling over them for a moment before sighing and deciding to forego the words altogether.
Your lips are on his before he can comprehend. Your hands tug him close, pulling him to hover over you as his eyes widen. He melts into the kiss, of course, but not without the shock.
âPlease, Ayato,â you breathe, âIâve waited enough. Make me yours.â
Oh. Oh, how you should have thought over your wordsâbecause you could you insinuate youâre not already his? You belonged to him, him alone in his mind as soon as the first day he saw you. Since that day you sat so close to your father, shy and meek and nervous to be in his presence.
You are hisâand now is his perfect opportunity to teach you that.
âIfâŠâ you speak, breaking him from his thoughts, âif youâd like to, at least. I am more than willing to wait longer ifââ
âOh my dear, precious wife,â he chuckles, âhave you not the slightest idea how much I crave you? How ardently I desire every part of you?â
The night it all snaps. His desires, his needs, his purely, filthy carnal instinct.
He takes you over and over. Tastes you, first before he feels you with his fingers. Inspects you carefully, spreading your folds and looking into the slick walls of your tight hole. He ogles your breasts for the first time, tooâtakes his time to kiss from the jewel from the necklace he gave you around your neck to that mole he saw that first day, all the way to your pebbles nipples. He kisses and sucks at them for far longer than you can handleâfinally breaking away when you whine at him to please, please put it in, Ayato.
His cock is painful by then. Rock hard between his legs, strained against his boxers from his still clothed crotch. He doesnât even take them off properly, simply tugs them down enough to reveal himself to you, slapping against his abs with a drooling tip of pre cum.
Hard. Red. Swollen. But still so beautiful in that way Ayato always is.
His cock nudges past your folds, but not before he drags his tip along your slit to collect the slick dripping from your soaked cunt. Not to tease you, but simply to be coated in you. Simply to have your mess on him. Simply to feel every part of you mix with every part of him.
âDo you love me, my dear wife?â He asks you in between thrusts, nudging the fat tip of his cock against your sweet spot perfectly.
âYes,â you wail, âyes, yes. I love you. Love you, Yato.â
Itâs the first time youâve called him by a nickname. He smiles wide, pearly white teeth that glint sharp and predatory.
âWill you always love me? Do you promise to never stop?â
âY-yes,â you moan, whimpering when his thumb catches over your clit. A jewel crowning your body, he thinks, as he stares at it. So beautiful, so rare.
âThen shall I confess something?â He murmurs into your skin, pecking along your breasts until he kisses that mole heâs sure was made to match his own.
He could cum at the sight of it aloneâhe holds off just for you, though. For what is a doting husband if he does not wait until his beloved wife as felt the thralls of pleasure before himself?
âC-confess?â You furrow your brows, gasping between harsh rolls of his hips, trying to keep your eyes open to stare at him while he chuckles in amusement at your effort.
âThis cock,â he breathes, whispering the words against your ear, âit has come for you far too many times before now. Did you know that?â
âW-hatâoh, Ayato,â you cut yourself off with a mewl of his name from a sharp thrust, any question you want to ask him dying on your tongue.
âThat first night of our wedding,â he drawls, kissing beneath your ear, I was not ill from the food. I was ill from you. You have possessed my mind since the first time Iâve laid eyes on you.â
âPlease,â you whimper. You seem to clench around him at his words, earning a groan from him as you babble, âplease, pleaseâmâclose.â
âAh,â he chuckles, âso you like it, do you? Does it excite you to know that Iâm unable to concentrate on anything? That Iâve spent so much time away from my duties coming undone to the thought of you? Answer me, sweet wife.â
âYes,â you sob, nodding fervently, âyesâit does.â
âHow fascinating,â he marvels, staring at you with pure awe. His eye twinkles with mischief as he murmurs, âIt seems youâre just as filthy as I am. Good. Then I shall never waste another drop of seed on my hand or that tiresome bathroom floor of ours againâthis beautiful cunt is more than willing to take me, isnât it.â
You nodâand just as you do, you fall apart on his cock, spasming around him with tight walls that send him into his own orgasm.
He cums harder than he ever has before. And then heâll cum again, he thinks. And again. And when heâll pull his spent cock out, and heâll notice the beautiful way his release leaks from your cunt, heâll paint the rest of your body with his release too.
Ayato is a man of reputation, of classâthatâs outside your chambers, though. Behind the closed doors, heâs a lustful, shameless man.
And you, his precious, giving wife, allow him to fulfill his ever insatiable desire.
Ok itâs 4 am and I didnât mean for this to become this long it was genuinely supposed to be a 1-2 paragraph REPLY to an ask. Not a whole written work. But anyway. PREVERTEDLY ROMANTIC AYATOâŠâŠâŠ
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yes, and? | max verstappen
summary: maxâs impossible crush finally notice him, but heâs stuck in a pr relationship
fc: simone ashley
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I Could Be A Good Mother, and I Wanna Be Your Wife
Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Summary: Class 1A is given the surprise task of caring for baby dolls. Everyone is randomly paired up in twoâs, and itâs just your luck that you get your crush as a partner.
Warnings: Bakugou may be a little ooc but I donât care
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 6,512
Disclaimer: Reader is kept as diverse as possible but wears a skirt, uses the girls locker room, has long enough hair to run fingers through, calls herself âmotherâ, being able to birth a child, and was originally written with a fem aligned person in mind. This is safe for poc, and plus size readers. The majority of the fic is also safe for trans women readers but the bonus at the end is not. (Y/N) is used only once.
Important info before you readâŒïž
This fic was written originally with an OC of mine in mind, however, most people donât read Canon x OC and while I normally wouldnât care and wrote one anyway, I am very proud of this and want as many people to read it as possible and hopefully enjoy it. So with that in mind, I took out any describing factors and her name but I did keep some of her backstory and her quirk. If that bothers you, you can move on but I hope you read it anyway because Iâm very proud of this.
Also, there is another OC of mine in this story, Usagi. Sheâs not integral to the plot and has no speaking roles. I had to add her to keep the class even, otherwise someone wouldâve been a single parent.
Any feedback is very welcome and appreciated!
Title is inspired by ânot a lot, just foreverâ by Adrianna Lenker but the fic is unrelated.
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It was a Monday, a few weeks after the majority of Class 1A got their provisional hero licenses when Midnight and Recovery Girl entered the classroom. Aizawa had taken it upon himself to snuggle up in his yellow sleeping bag and take a nap after introducing the two women, leaving them to explain what todayâs class is.
The students expected Midnight, considering she had taught a few of their classes before, but there were murmurs of why the school nurse was there.
âListen up boys and girls! We have a very special and unique class for today!â Midnight announced as she raised her hand in the air, her leather whip clutched in her hand, catching the attention of everyone (who was awake) in the room.
âToday isnât about hero work or everyday schoolwork. This lesson is special, it will help you all later in your lives if you choose this path. The path beingâŠ.PARENTHOOD!â She exclaimed while striking an enthusiastic pose.
âWait, what?!â âSeriously?â âWhat do you mean?!â A series of voices could be heard throughout the classroom.
âSettle down!â Midnight got the attention of the students. âThis lesson is the most important lesson anyone can learn. Whether you want to become a parent or not, learning how to care for babies and children is a vital and selfless aspect of life.â
There were a couple hushed protests among the class but Recovery Girl talked over them. âYou will have one week to care for these babies.â She explained as she pulled out eleven baby dolls of various genders and races. âThese dolls are specially made for things like this. These babies will cry, make noises, âsleepâ, âeatâ, and soil its diaper like a real baby. Theyâre also able to record and grade you based on how quickly you can figure out and resolve its problem. And be careful what you say around it and how you say things. They can detect anger and verbal abuse which will drastically affect your score. NowâŠany questions?â
A bunch of hands were instantly raised. But that didnât matter since Bakugou stood up and slammed his hands onto his desk and yelled. âWHAT THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO RAISE SOME DUMB BABIES FOR?! THIS IS THE HERO COURSE NOT A NURSEY COURSE!â
âSit down.â Midnight said sternly. She took over the conversation. âWhile this lesson isnât exactly meant to play into your hero work, this knowledge can be beneficial out in the field. For example, in some rescue operations, it can take hours for a child to be reunited with their family. Most of the time, medics will take the child and work with police to try and reunite them with their parents, but there are times where a hero must step in and care for and comfort the child. With older children around three to five years old, theyâre easier to calm down. You can talk to them and explain the situation and reassure them. But babies and younger children are harder to console in high stress situations. If you learn these things now, you wonât be stressed if you ever get caught in a situation where youâre in charge of a small child. A lot of heroes are inexperienced with child care unless they are a parent themselves or have young family members. Think of this as getting ahead of a problem before it even starts. Make sense?â
Bakugou grumbled and sat back down.
âEeeee This is going to be fun! We get to take care of cute babies!â Ashido squealed.
âI donât think it will be that fun, Mina. Babies are a lot of hard work and dedication.â Asui chimed in, a finger lifted up to her lips. She had two younger siblings, so she knew a thing or two about raising kids.
âCorrect you are, child.â Recovery Girl said. âThe infant stage is one of the toughest stages of child rearing since they canât communicate their needs and wants with words. Itâs a lot of guessing and paying attention to their body language. However, these dolls do not move so you will have to rely on audio cues to guess what the child needs.â
Midnight spoke up. âYou will be split up into groups of two all determined by a random draw. Because there are more boys than girls in this class, some of you will end up in a same sex partnership. You do not have to act as a real couple so donât freak out if youâre partnered with someone you donât have romantic feelings for. Whatâs important is teamwork on taking care of the baby. You are in charge of the child for the rest of this week, including the weekend. You may chose to either take turns or to split responsibility evenly. You will be given all the supplies you will need, if you end up needing more, Recovery Girl will help you. At the end of the week you will return the dolls and we will tally up the scores and see which couple has the lowest score. The lowest score is the winner since each mistake is marked based on how severe of a mistake it was. The higher the score, the worse you did. Any more questions?â
Iida quickly raised his hand. Midnight gestured for him to speak. He stood up and loudly asked âIf we are to have the baby all day for the rest of the week, what do we do with it while training? You canât expect us to take the baby with us! Thatâs highly dangerous and immoral and I would expect better from such a prestigious school!â
âYes, youâre right. We donât expect you to keep the doll with you while training. Thatâs why each of you will have to figure something out. One of you will have to sit out of training unless you can find a better option. Leaving the child in your dorm and hoping for the best is not an option and neither is bringing it to training and leaving it off to the side. Itâs like real life. One of the parents has to stay home and care for the child. Sometimes they will get a babysitter but that is not an option for you since the scores need to come from you and your partner only for you to pass. If you really want to train that day, youâll either have to talk it through with your partner, or train later in the day during your free time.â Midnight answered.
âThank you very much for clearing this up.â Iida said, bowing deeply before taking his seat.
Midnight clapped her hands. âAlright! With everything out of the way, letâs draw for your partners.â She held up a blue plastic box. âIn this box is twenty-two coloured tokens. There are eleven pairs. Each one of you will reach into this box and pull out one token, when everyone has a token, you will be given time to find the person with the same colour token. They will be your partner for the rest of the week. You may not switch partners. Each colour is already assigned to a baby as well, so you donât get to chose that either.â As she finished explaining she walked around the room letting everyone reach in and pull out a token. When the box was empty she returned to the front and allowed the class to find their partners.
Midoriya and Uraraka had the yellow tokens, Shouji and Asui had the purple tokens, Mina and Kirishima had the red tokens, Kaminari and Jirou had the orange tokens, Hagakure and Yayorozu had the light blue tokens, Sero and Mineta had the black tokens, Usagi and Tokoyami had the dark blue tokens, Todoroki and Ojiro had the pink tokens, Iida and Aoyama had the green tokens, and Satou and Kouda had the white tokens.
You looked down at your brown coloured token and looked back up to scan the room. All your classmates were already paired up and either happily talking about how it would be to raise a baby together or complaining about their partner. You could faintly hear Mineta crying about not being paired up with a girl. You look across the room at Bakugou who was still sat at his desk, glaring at his token.
Upon closer look, you could see that it was the same colour as yours. You sighed, already accepting that youâll basically be a single parent as you canât imagine heâd want anything to do with this. You reluctantly stood up and made your way across the classroom to him.
âUmâŠhey. Looks like we have the same colour. Guess weâre partners for the week.â You said, gently.
âI can fucking see that. Iâm not blind, dumbass.â He retorted.
Ah, it seems heâs decided to take on the verbally abusive and absent father route already. Youâll have to do your best to make sure you get a low enough score. Youâve never taken care of a baby before. You had baby dolls as a kid but theyâve never graded you before. This was a whole new challenge and you could feel the anxiety pooling in your stomach.
âRightâŠwell. We should talk about how we want to do this.â You started. âI think we should take turns each day. I could take it today and you take it tomorrow and repeat. I know you probably donât want to skip a day of training so I can take it during training even on your days. Thereâs not much really for me to train anyway so I can afford to lose a week of it.â You let out a weak laugh.
Bakugou growled. âDo whatever you want but donât be stupid. You can train on the days I have it. Donât stop your training over some dumb doll.â
âButâŠyou would be stopping yours if you-â You get cut off by the blonde.
âIâm already the best in this whole class! Missing a few days of training isnât going to do anything. Besides, youâre weak and you need to be at your strongest so I can beat you and prove that Iâm the best in this entire school!â He yelled. You think that was a compliment albeit he put it weirdly.
âHaâŠyeahâŠokay.â You replied. Just then the bell rang and everyone started to put their stuff away. You went over to your desk to do the same.
âPlease return your tokens to the box! And before you leave, pick up your baby with the matching colour onesie and the bag of necessities. You have the rest of the day to yourselves.â Said Midnight.
You slung your bag onto your back and walked to the front of the room and dropped your token back into the box. You waited for your classmates to fizzle out a bit so you could get your baby. The dolls were all lined up in car seats. You found the one wearing a brown onesie, a girl with blonde hair. You chuckled to yourself at the resemblance to your partner.
You grabbed the handle of the car seat and went to grab the big duffel bag next to it when someone grabbed it before you. You look over to see Bakugou standing over you, glaring off to the side.
âMove it.â He gruffed out as he slung the bag over his shoulder.
You left the classroom with Bakugou trailing behind you, still scowling. You turn around and start walking backwards to face him and hold out the car seat so he could see the doll nestled inside.
âLook. She looks like you.â You giggled. He glanced down at the blonde doll and huffed.
âWatch where youâre going, idiot.â He grumbled. You rolled your eyes and turned back around and followed your classmates to the dorms.
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Back in the dorms, everyone was changed out of their school uniforms and gathered in the common room with their new kids. Everyone of courseâŠexcept for Bakugou, who very grumpily went to his room after dropping the bag of things off at your room.
You had went through the bag and found loads of diapers, clothing, a carrier that strapped to your chest, bottles, a pacifier, and some baby toys. You werenât exactly sure why you would need toys, considering the baby isnât actually real, but you guessed youâd find out the reason sooner or later.
You decided to change her out of her boring brown onesie so you picked out a cute outfit from the ones provided. You undid the buckles holding the baby in the car seat (why it came in a car seat when you donât even know how to drive a car, you will not know) and gently and carefully lifted the little girl out of the seat, making sure to support her head.
As you laid her on the ground and started to undress her, she started making cooing noises.
âOh! HelloâŠ.you must be awake now I guess.â You spoke to the baby as she cooed in reply. âHaâŠI guess you are kinda cute.â You felt as if you were talking to yourself.
When your new daughter was dressed, you decided to go to the common room since you thought everyone would be there, and right you were. As you went down the hallway you could hear the excited chatter of your classmates getting louder. When you were in sight, Mina noticed you and waved you over.
âHey! Come over here! Weâre all showing off our babies!â She excitedly exclaimed. As you walked over, Kirishima stood up from his spot beside Mina and offered the space to you. You thanked him as you sat down and readjusted your baby in your arms.
âCourse! What kinda man would I be if I didnât offer a seat to a lady with a baby!â He replied. Ever so chivalrous, he is.
âHa! That rhymed.â Kaminari pointed out.
âAwww you got a girl? How lucky!â Mina squealed. âKirishima and I got a boy. We named him Kenji.â You looked down at her lap where the doll was laid on its back.
âYou named it?â You asked.
âWell yeah! We canât just keep calling him âitâ and âthe babyâ.â She explained as if it was obvious.
Iida then chimed in, his baby tucked securely in one of his arms. âYes, I suppose it would be beneficial to name the child. This is supposed to be taken seriously and we can not leave a child unnamed!â
There were murmurs of agreement throughout the room as everyone talked with their partners on what they should name their baby. You looked down to the small blonde doll in your arms that let out another coo and softly smiled.
âRikiâŠâ You thought to yourself. âIâll call you Riki.â
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âRiki?â Bakugou gawked. âYou gave it a name?â
Bakugou was helping with making dinner, well, it was more like he forced everyone to let him do most of it because âno one was doing it rightâ. You were stood out of the way but within talking distance, your newly named baby in one arm and holding a bottle up to her mouth as she âateâ.
âFirst off, sheâs a she not an âitâ. Secondly, everyone in the class named their baby. We have to take this seriously and Iâm not going to call her an âitâ the whole week. BesidesâŠI thought Riki would be a good name. It means âstrongââŠ.and since she kinda looks like you, I figured youâd want your kid to be strong like you soâŠâ You trailed off looking down at the doll in your arms. âWe can change it though if you really donât like it.â
Bakugou huffs. âNoâŠcall it-âŠ..call her whatever you want.â He continues to cook in silence. Thereâs a faint blush on his cheeks. You smile softly at him. Maybe you wonât have to do this alone after all.
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The first day goes by smoothly. You had a bit of a learning curve with changing the diaper but you managed after help from Yayorozu. Who knew sheâd be so good at something like that?
You had just settled down into bed after putting Riki to âsleepâ and were scrolling on your phone. It was about 10pm, most people were still awake but you knew the person you wanted to talk to most more than likely wasnât. He went to bed at 8:30pm every night, even on weekends.
You stared at your screen open on Bakugouâs blank private messages page. UA made an app for the students to contact each other and teachers with. It worked like a regular texting app, every class had their own group chat and you could private message each other, even students from other classes. All of them were accessible to staff if needed though.
You didnât know if you should even bother asking him if heâs still going to take Riki tomorrow. Plus you didnât want to wake him up. You were about to turn your phone off when you got a message from Mina. You open up her message and see a picture of Kirishima with his hair down, asleep on one of the couches in the common room with their baby on his chest. You laughed quietly to yourself and responded with a cute reaction meme. You thought they would make an interesting pair for this project.
You turned off your phone and plugged it in to charge and set it on your bedside table. You got comfortable in bed and closed your eyes. It would take you a while to fall asleep so you started to let your mind wander. You realized that tomorrow Bakugou will miss out on training if he takes the baby. He already told you earlier today in class not to worry about it and to focus on your own trainingâŠbut you genuinely couldnât think on how training would benefit you.
Your quirk has always been more of a supporting quirk rather than one that could do well in a fight one on one. Your quirk is called Cheer, by speaking words of encouragement to someone, you can make your target stronger both physically and emotionally. The reverse also works, if you berate someone it makes them weaker. You can use it on more than one person but its effects get weaker the more people you use it in at once. Thereâs also a major weakness to your quirk. Anytime you berate someone, you gain confidence, but when you encourage someone, it takes away your confidence. Because of this you feel inferior to everyone else in your class. Even Mineta has a more useful quirk in combat than you do. Youâre basically forced to sit on the sidelines and watch people fight. It helps in rescue operations but you still wished you could fight like everyone else. You only managed to get into the hero course because you racked up enough rescue points and got lucky with a three pointer.
Itâs ironic that someone with an inferiority complex got paired up with someone with a superiority complex. Itâs even more ironic that you managed to gain a crush on the bastard too.
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It was now Tuesday morning and Bakugou was sat in his room staring at the doll in its car seat.
You had entered the common room already dressed in your uniform with Riki in the seat. Hero training was the first class that morning so anyone who was in charge of their baby that day stayed behind and would join everyone later for normal classes. Your tie wasnât done yet and your skirt was pulled up a little too high, showing off more thigh than you usually do, as you were in a rush since Riki wouldnât stop crying and you couldnât figure out why. She had finally managed to settle down when you gave her the included pacifier.
You werenât much of a breakfast eater, especially if you were training in the morning so you didnât go to the kitchen. You noticed Bakugou sat on one of the couches drinking something out of a mug. He was wearing a simple black tank top and sweatpants.
âOh Bakugou! There you are. Iâm guessing since youâre not in uniform youâre still taking Riki today.â You sat the car seat on the floor near him and started doing your tie. You knew you were just going to have to take it off soon to change into your hero costume but you still wanted to show up looking like you at least tried. âSo I figured out that she makes different noises depending on what she wants. Most of the time she just wants to be held or given a pacifier so she makes really whiny sounds that almost sound like a cry. She was just crying now and the only thing that made her stop was the pacifier so she might start up again soon. I made a smaller bag of her things like diapers and her bottle just so youâre not carrying a big ass duffel bag later.â You were almost rivalling Midoriya with how fast you were muttering, you didnât mean to but you didnât want to be late and you kept fumbling with your tie.
As you were smoothing out your front, you felt a pair of hands grab the bottom of your skirt and start to pull down. You shrieked and smacked the hands away and turned around to see (to the best of your ability) Hagakure behind you.
âOh my god, Hagakure! I had no idea who was behind me! You scared me thinking it was Mineta pulling at my skirt.â You laughed and grabbed onto the girls arms.
âAhhh Iâm sorry! I just noticed your skirt was up a lot higher than normal and you almost showed off a bit too much.â The invisible girl explained as you fixed your skirt. âCome on, we got to get to class!â
âRight, yeah, Iâm coming.â You responded as Hagakure held your hand. You quickly turned to Bakugou again who once again had a faint blush dusting his cheeks. âYou sure youâll be okay? I know itâs only for an hour before I see you again so if you want to pawn her off to me next class then thatâs fine.â
âTchâŠhow incompetent do you think I am? Of course I can take care of some stupid doll for an hour!â He barked back at you.
You felt Hagakure pulling you towards the front door. âOk, wellâŠsee you later then!â You said as you finally took off with your friend, leaving Bakugou and a few others scattered around the common room.
âHeyyy, Bakugou! You get stuck on babysitting duty too?â Kaminari taunted, his baby settled in a carrier strapped to his chest.
Bakugou growled. âItâs not babysitting when itâs your own kid you idiot. And you look dumb with that thing on.â He stood up and grabbed the handle of the car seat and went off to his room. He could hear Kaminari complaining as he left.
Now here he was, in his room having a staring match with a doll. He wasnât sure what to do for an hour, let along with a baby. He glanced up at some math homework left on his desk and decided to finish it up so he was ahead of everyone else in class. Ten minutes past when his concentration was interrupted by whining. He looked over at the car seat that was faced away from him at this angle and sighed. He reached over and turned it around.
âJesus. She didnât mention how fucking annoying it would be.â He muttered to himself as he undid the straps and lifted the baby out. âWhat the hell is your problem, huh?â He asked, surprisingly not as loud as he normally would. He thought maybe she was hungry and remembered you said something about a small bag with her bottle in it. He looked around but couldnât find it. In fact, he didnât remember seeing any bag with the baby anyway. He grumbled as he picked up his phone and opened up the messaging app and sent you a private message.
In the locker rooms you heard your phone buzz and decided to look at it as you were changing. You saw a notification from Bakugou and quickly opened it.
Katsuki Bakugou: hey, dumbass. sheâs crying but I canât find that bag you were talking about
You winced as you remembered that you never actually grabbed the bag in your rush to get downstairs.
You: damn I must have forgotten it in my room, sorry. feel free to go and grab it. my room code is 6678 it should be on my desk. you know which floor Iâm on right?
Bakugou scoffed.
Katsuki Bakugou: yes I know. Iâm not stupid.
You: never said you were <3 have fun lol
You didnât realize you sent the heart. It was muscle memory from texting with your friends, but it sent Bakugou for a loop.
After he had quickly made his way to the second floor and grabbed the bag you mentioned, he went back to his room where he had left the baby on his bed. Her whining had turned into crying by now.
âAlright, Alright! I got your damn stuff.â Bakugou sat on the floor and settled the doll into his arm. He removed the pacifier and held the bottle up to its mouth. He felt relieved when the crying stopped. âThis is fucking ridiculous.â He thought out loud.
He rested his back on his bed and started to drift off in to thought. Why did you send that heart? Did you mean to do it? Was it a reflex? Were you making fun of him? NoâŠthat couldnât be right. You were one of the few that took him seriously. Sure you teased him sometimes, but not as much as the others. He thought back to a time where he accidentally overheard something he probably shouldnât have that still made his heart feel weird.
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Bakugou was making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink. He could hear you and the other girls of Class 1A giggling and talking about random shit.
He was going to ignore the group when something made him stop in his tracks right before he would be seen.
âSooo, who do you like?â Mina asked with a teasing voice.
âWho, me?â You asked as Mina nodded. All eyes were on you and you felt yourself blush. âWellâŠI guess I kinda have a thing for BakugouâŠâ You answered shyly, playing with the hem of your shirt.
âWhat?!â âWait, Bakugou?!â âReally?â The girls cried out in unison.
âWhy is that so shocking? You guys seriously donât think heâs at least a little bit attractive?â You inquired.
Bakugou stiffened at the confession and he felt his heartbeat speed up. YouâŠhad a crush on him? Someone actually was interested in him romantically?
âYou donât think all his yelling and name calling is a turn off?â Uraraka asked.
âHmâŠnot really. Sure he says some mean stuff butâŠhe doesnât actually mean it.â You reasoned.
âI donât knowâŠhe always seems to be serious about it. I mean he doesnât even know our names.â Jirou huffed.
âYes he does!â You laughed. âHeâs not stupid. Heâs a lot smarter than I think any of you give him credit for.â
âHe is in the top our class academic wise as well as hero wise.â Yayorozu chimes in.
âExactly. Have none of you realized that a lot of his plans actually work? He may seem like heâs rushing into things but itâs obvious heâs put clear thought into his plans. And the fact that he can make one up that quickly is impressive. Heâs also more compassionate than youâd think.â You said, leaning back on the couch.
âWell I think youâre wrong with that.â Tsu replied.
âBecause you guys are only seeing the surface level. Youâre not reading in between the lines. For example, remember when we just moved into the dorms, the talk Mr. Aizawa had with us outside?â They nodded. âWhen Mr. Aizawa left, you could feel the uncomfortable tension in the class at being reminded of what happened. Bakugou grabbed Kaminari and made him go all dumb because he knew it would make everyone laugh. And it did! The tension was gone instantly! Bakugou really does care, he just doesnât know how to show it like other people. And remember the school festival? He totally couldâve refused to play the drums but he did it anyway! Thatâs what I like about him. Heâs not a cold hearted asshole, he just wants you to think he is. I use to be like that too.â You trailed off, looking ashamed.
âWait. YOU were an asshole?â Mina prodded.
You sighed and nodded. âYeah, back when I first got my quirk. I realized that putting other people down gave me a lot of confidence. I went on a power trip and started bullying everyone. I started to realize that the âfriendsâ that I did have were only my âfriendsâ so they could escape my words. Made me feel like shit when I found out. Now I hate using my quirk like that unless absolutely necessary. But yeahâŠ.I see through Bakugouâs walls and I guess it just made me fall for him.â You changed the subject.
âWowâŠyouâre whipped for him, arenât you?â Mina teased.
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Just donât tell him that. I donât need him on my ass about it.â You blushed and waved her off.
âYou sure you donât want him on your ass?â Mina teased again.
âOH SHUT UP!â You threw a pillow at her as the girls laughed.
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Bakugou had zoned out at that memory. He hadnât meant to eavesdrop, itâs your fault for being so damn loud and talking about him in the first place! Itâs been a few weeks since that and itâs still fresh in his mind. Did he like you back? He wasnât sure. On one hand he was pissed at how you managed to figure him out so easily, but on the other handâŠhe felt comforted knowing someone understood him and didnât make fun of him for it. He will admit that you werenât that bad looking or as stupid as everyone else. He did wish you would see the potential you had with your quirk, though. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he scoffed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back down at the doll in his arms.
âI guessâŠsheâs not so badâŠâ He said softly to Riki.
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Training had finished and you and the rest of your classmates were on your way to your next class.
Upon entering the classroom you noticed everyone that had skipped out on training standing around, babies either in their arms, strapped to their chest, or in the car seat. Bakugou was sat in his spot, chin in his hand looking out the window to his left.
You had a few minutes to spare before class started so you walked up to your partner. âHey! Howâd it go? Was she fussy?â You asked as you squatted down to see Riki, who was in her car seat on the floor next to his desk.
âTch, no. I told you I know what Iâm doing.â He grumbled.
âIâm pretty sure none of us know what weâre doing but itâs nice to know that youâre taking this seriously.â You replied standing back up.
âHA? YOU THINK I WOULDâNT? YOU THINK IâM NOT CAPABLE OF THIS?â He yelled as he let off small explosions.
âCourse not. I did kinda think you would end up leaving most of this to me though. But itâs nice that youâre playing along.â You smiled sincerely.
Iida started ushering everyone to their assigned seats as class was about to begin. You patted Bakugou on his shoulder and left to your seat near the back of the class.
He clenched his fists and glared down at his desk, he could feel his heartbeat going wild again.
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A few days had passed and it was now Friday night and you were at your wits end.
It was your day with Riki and she had been crying non stop for thirty minutes now. You were pacing your room with her in your arms as the doll âsobbedâ louder and louder with each agonizing minute. You had no idea what was wrong; you tried feeding her, changing her diaper, holding her, giving her a pacifier, you even tried the toys that they provided but nothing was working!
You were close to tears yourself as you thought about how this would affect your grade and how pissed Bakugou would be if you ruined it. The whole week went by just fine, it never took this long for her to settle down. You had gotten lucky with the baby you were given as she was so easy to care for, but this moment right now was proving difficult.
Feeling like you had no other choice, you left your room with your still wailing daughter in your arms and quickly made your way up to Bakugouâs room.
You knocked on his door while still trying to shush Riki. When Bakugou opened the door, he looked like he had just woken up which made you start ranting.
âBakugou, fuck, Iâm so sorry to bother you right now I know you like to go to bed early but sheâs been crying like this for like thirty minutes now and Iâve tried everything but she just wonât stop crying and I donât know what to do and Iâm probably gonna make us fail cause I canât get her to fucking stop and I justâŠâ You panted ââŠcan you please help me?â You nearly whined.
âGive her to me.â Bakugou reached out as you transferred her into his arms. He walked away with the crying doll, leaving his door open. You decided that was an invitation so you slipped into his room and gently closed the door behind you. You watched as Bakugou gently bounced the doll in his arms and started petting its blonde head.
You stared in awe as Riki started to finally quiet down until she was silent. You breathed out a sigh of relief but tears started to quickly gather in your eyes. Bakugou had opened his balcony door and stepped outside to the cool air. You ran a hand through your messy hair and followed them out onto the balcony. The not quite freezing but cold air nipping at your skin. It felt nice as you didnât even notice that you were sweating from the stress. You bent over and rested your elbows on the railing and placed your head in your hands, trying to hold back your tears.
âShe had been crying for so longâŠI tried everything but nothing worked. But the minute you have her she finally stops. What the hell am I doing wrong? Why am I such a bad mother?â You muttered more to yourself but your partner could hear you anyways.
A minute of silence went by as you tried to not let your tears fall when Bakugou finally spoke up, surprising gently. âDonât beat yourself up over something you barely know how to handle.â
He leaned his back against the railing next to you. His arm barely grazing against your shoulder, his way of trying to comfort you. You sniffed and dropped your arms from your head and looked forward out into the dark courtyard.
âSheâs been perfect this entire week. Nothing I couldnât handleâŠbut she just had to act like a total brat tonight.â You sighed.
âHey.â Bakugou said sternly. âDonât call our daughter a bratâŠthatâs my line.â
You laughed at that, completely overlooking the fact that you called the doll âour daughterâ. Bakugou softly smiled at your laugh, also not realizing exactly what he said. But her certainly felt his heart flutter as he looked down at the baby in his arms.
Bakugou decided heâd take her for the rest of the night so you could get some sleep. It was his turn tomorrow anyway.
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Monday had come by quickly, thus, ending the project. Recovery Girl had collected the dolls, and you couldnât lie, you felt a little sad at the fact that you wonât have Riki around anymore. The class waited in anticipation to see whose grade was the lowest.
When the results came in, Midnight stood at the front of the class once again and started to call out the grades.
âComing in last place is Sero and Mineta with a sixty-five.â Mineta started screaming about how unfair it was and that they got a faulty doll. âTodoroki and Ojiro have a score of thirty-four, Kaminari and Jirou have a thirty, Iida and Aoyama a twenty-seven, Usagi and Tokoyami with twenty-five, Shouji and Asui with twenty-one, Hagakure and Yayorozu with twenty, Mina and Kirishima with an eighteen, Satou and Kouda with a fifteen, Bakugou and (Y/N) with a score of eight, and lastly, coming in first place with the best score is Midoriya and Uraraka with a three! Good work everyone. I hope you all learned some valuable lessons from this experience!â Midnight finished.
There were high fives and cheers coming from the people with the lower scores and talks of what they couldâve done better from the people with higher marks.
You stared down at your desk smiling. Eight wasnât so bad, right? Much better than what Mineta got.
At the front of the class, Bakugou has turned his head back to look at you and softly smiled to himself when he saw your relief. He turned back around to look down at his hands as he played with his pen. He could hear Midoriya and Uraraka being congratulated for the lowest score and for once in his lifeâŠ.he didnât mind coming in second.
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Bonus:
Twelve years later, Bakugou had established himself as the number two hero with his own agency. You worked along side him as his number one sidekick. You both grew a lot since high school and grew closer from the experience. You managed to get rid of your inferiority complex and become more comfortable with using your quirk against villains rather than standing by and cheering on the heroes. You can also hold your own in combat pretty well now and you have a slew of support items to help.
But instead of kicking ass on the street you were laid out on a hospital bed after the longest 7 hours of your life. You were sweaty and exhausted, but it was all worth it as you looked at the little bundle in your arms. A head of blonde hair was peaking out of the blanket.
âWhat should we name her?â You whispered to the person leaning over you with their hand on your head and looking lovingly down at the newborn.
ââŠ..Riki.â Bakugou said softly.
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How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol
(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it đ€€đ€€)
ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!
Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them
Carlisle Cullen
Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.
In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.
Esme Cullen
Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.
Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.
Edward Cullen
Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.
But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.
Rosalie Hale
She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.
For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.
Emmett Cullen
You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.
Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.
Alice Cullen
She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.
But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.
Jasper Hale
Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.
It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?
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howdyyy, what do u think of plat yan! dick grayson (or platonic yan father bruce wayne up to u) with a batsis who is very disinterested with him primarily bc when she was younger she idolised him a lot but now not so much. there are comics where grayson has cheated on his partners before so imagine batsis coming to realise as she aged and matured that her doting brother is a bit of a playboyâŠ. a lot like a playboy actuallyâ
You know, this is actually extremely realistic. There's nothing like the rose color glasses falling off and realizing just how messed up your family truly is.
I'd like to think that there was plenty of jokes and mentions about Dick being a playboy but Batsis would just be absolutely clueless. You probably just thought it was a reference to his charming appearance or the way he gets hit on at least once whenever he goes out. Not really that he was an notorious heart breaker.
Like i don't think the other batkids had serious talks about it in front of you because of your (then) age or maybe it was a request by Dick so he could keep on his perfect mask with you?
Ironically, he wouldn't want any man to treat his little sister (or any of them) the way he does to other women but he has a problem. I will say though, it makes absolute sense that Dick or even the others would have issues keeping relationships or even have sex addictions. I mean it's a real issue that many people are struggling with right now. But can you imagine your father constantly bringing home women and cheating your entire childhood? Like Bruce introduces some of these women to them, they get attached to this potential mother then it's ripped away to be discarded for the new catch. I think that definitely warped Dick's view of women and romance stems from that. *intense mommy issues* But also i mentioned before that it's hard for him to maintain relationships while taking on the fatherly role in the family. His obsession with making sure all of his siblings are cared for and protected(mixed with being nightwing), makes it all the more difficult. Maybe that leads him to just hooking up with and being sloppy in his relationships. Maybe its just a means of stress relief and that causes him to almost dehumanize/objectify the women he "romances".
I'm not saying this is justifiable, cheating is disgusting and his behaviors are something that needs to be corrected regardless of mommy issues but for headcanon sake we are entertaining the concept
I'm not sure how you'd exactly find out about it. Maybe one of the kids let it slip and didn't bother to do damage control because you're old enough now? Maybe you spoke to one of his exes that is still friendly with the batfam? Or maybe your brain started to develop and you realized he wasn't hanging out with that new super model as just friends all night...it was something more and his girlfriend definitely didn't know about it.
Regardless, I think when you finally found out about everything, your world crushed. I don't think you'd hate him but you just feel yucky about the whole thing. Now when you look at him something in your stomach just sinks. You might even wonder if you can trust him. I mean if he's got that much of a problem to be dishonest with his lovers, then why would it be so left field to suggest he lied to you too when he said he loves you or that you were his favorite? The transition from you idolizing him to being standoff-ish would be extremely noticeable to him. I mean it's hard to ignore when you were his mini me. Even as you got older you followed him around and never skipped an opportunity to be near.
He wouldn't think that it was because of the playboy thing, maybe just you needing some space as a teen. Everyone has gone through that phase before but when he notices your shift is only directed towards him, he's a little upset about it. He doesn't understand what he did wrong? One day you guys are eating ice cream together while having a sleepover in his room to you treating him like a disease.
Eventually your big brother corners you and makes you to confess whats bothering you. He apologizes if something he said rubbed you the wrong way but you couldn't keep treating him this way.
"uhm..i dunno, dick? I found out how you've been treating you partners and i think it's kinda gross. I guess i just don't really wanna be around someone who treats women like that right now..."
I think Dick's reaction would be complete shock....who tf told you?! He has no defense but he tries to muster up one before realizing this is just making him look worse when EVERYBODY knows how much of a whore he is lol. He'd back off of you and maybe even mutter an apology before walking away to go collect himself.
He's furious as well...whoever told you will be getting an earful because they just ruined something precious to him. (yeah they did. totally not his OWN actions) If it was one of his brothers, he will be throwing hands.
Dick does very much care about others perception of him, i've said this before. He knew he had a problem and his other siblings have spoken to him about it and it affected him but never enough to change. It's just a far deeper issue than wanting a quick fuck in the expense of his partners...But seeing his baby sister look at him with just so much disgust and disappointment was enough to cause him to spiral. He's not proud of his actions and knows he's hurt and discarded of many, many women for his own satisfaction. It's deplorable. I can imagine him taking maybe a few days to himself, he's just in his head while being overtaken by heavy guilt.
I'm not sure if Dick would actually change for you though? I think he is even debating it. Yeah he's a yandere for his batsis but is his obsession with you enough to kick the other one to the curb? That's up to you. A hopeful person would say, yes he would. Anything for his babybat! He's going to do whatever it takes to prove himself again, anything to make you proud. This habit isn't worth it if hes loosing you.
My opinion? No, he won't change after his guilt wears off. He'll just pretend like he's reborn. Dick would try for like a week and then go right back to doing his habits. He's a manipulative piece of work and yeah, lying to you is bad but he wants his cake and to eat it too. He's not willing to give up anything that gives him a euphoric boost. Shh...what you don't know, won't kill you.
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E-boys Ruined my Life: Toxic! Megumi Fushiguro x Fem Reader
Chapter 1: Love at First Sight
[series summary]: you had a crush on Megumi for so long, you hoped you would meet him again. But now, as you stand before him, you realize that Fushiguro Megumi is not the same kid as he was at fifteen- he was taller, broader and far more handsome than ever. And a whole lot meaner to you.
[synopsis]: Being friends with the IT GIRLS as a first year has a lot of perks; new friends, a popularity boost and crossing paths constantly with your high school crush after many years apart, Megumi Fushiguro. this is a heavily edited and revised chapter.
[cw]: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, aged up characters, classism - elitism, sexism/misogyny, unhealthy body image, violence, mentions of bullying and suicidal ideation, slut shaming, objectification, parasocial relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, sex between characters, brief mention of teenagers fooling around.
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  THEREâS just something so thrilling about having positive attention.
Each step you take down the campus quad has heads turning your way in awe. Decked in original pink juicy couture tracks, white Nike sneakers with pink highlights and your white hermes bag hanging off your arm, you strutted onwards with your head held up high. Everything about you screamed perfection, from your proper posture to your brand new hair-do, to your freshly microbladed brows, to your light âclean girlâ makeup that accented your best features, down to new manipedi you got.
Things you took care of no matter how much pain or discomfort you were in. And it was worth every hot wax pulled off your skin.
All eyes were on you, stopping in their tracks just to admire your beauty. You could hear whistles and compliments being thrown at you from all sides, but you pay no mind to them, instead scanning the surroundings until you spot a familiar blue haired girl sitting at the edge of the quad with the other girls. She notices you as well, breaking into a smile as she waves you over and you make your way to their spot excitedly, plopping yourself on the bench besides your friends.
The IT girls of Wilhelm Baldwin University; thatâs what the school dubbed your group, made up of the most popular girls in the school.
âHonestly, youâre one of the only people who Iâve seen wear a tracksuit and still look hot with it.â the blue haired girl, Miwa, spoke, her eyes admiring your outfit. She was the sweetest girl youâve ever met, coming from humble beginnings and doing everything she could to support her family as the sole breadwinner.
She started creating lifestyle and baking content on her tik tok as a way to pass time when she was bored, only for her to grow big overnight, appearing on shows, tours and other events. Now she settled to go to school, wanting an education and she makes lifestyle content about her chaotic days in university.
Everyone knew her as the nice girl of the group, always willing to let people down gently and helping people who asked. To outsiders Miwa was a saint. To the inner workings of your group, she could be a little misguided and thick headed at times. Despite all that, sheâs your closest friend and the first ever person you met on college campus, long before you became popular.
âItâs juicy couture Miwa. Of course itâs gonna look good. Well on someone as hot as (name).â A blonde haired girl who was sitting across added.Â
Momo Nishimiya, a trust-fund baby whose parents practically own the legal world in the palm of their hands. With her father as a rather influential senator and her mother as the chief justice of the nation, Momo is set for life. You never let her five foot appearance fool you; just like her parents she was vicious, smart and could pull just the right strings to get people to do what she wanted.
Not even her dad was safe. The cherry red sportsâ car sitting in the schoolâs parking lot is a testament of how convincing she could be.
Youâre glad she was an ally and not an enemy.
âIâm just shocked that new money is finally wearing something original.â the girl with the short green hair sitting next to Momo says with a sly grin, her mocking tone grinding your gears.
Mai Zenin, the leader of the group and the bane of your fucking existence. Coming from a long line of generational wealth of the Zeninâs, Mai is the President of the biggest sorority in the nation, the Zeta house, a business major at the top of her class and an olympic gold medalist in the shooting range category.
It didnât help that she was also gorgeous and her pores were effortlessly clear, because by god was she infuriating and you wished there was just something you could say to knock her down a peg.
Cocking her head sideways, Maiâs pink lips curled up into a smirk as she placed her chin on her propped up hand. âIt is real Juicy Couture, right?â
âIt is real.â You quip back in a sickly sweet voice, returning a strained smile and resisting the urge to just jump her. âI thought old money could recognize real from fake, guess youâre not that good at spotting the difference.â
And then there is the newest addition to the group, you, (name) (last name). From the generous nickname Mai gave you, youâre new money after your mother married your step-father, a highly controversial marriage to the media. Being the youngest and only freshman to ever join the group without being in Maiâs sorority, youâve garnered attention within just months of entering the university.
You would think you would have done something noteworthy for the entire school to notice you; but no thatâs not what happened.
Youâre popular because youâre the hottest girl on campus.
No seriously.
There was a stupid ranking of the hottest freshman girl and you won. Not a sorority sister or some girl rushing for a sorority, nor a much more wealthy socialite who had years of money to keep looking hot. You assumed that with the worldâs weird beauty standards you would barely be noticed, which was fine, but somehow the university decided they liked you and they liked the way you looked.
You went from being a homebody glued to your screen to being invited out by other girls to gatherings, getting free things on campus and being asked out every 3-7 business days.
And who was Mai to ignore the opportunity of a rising star?
Mai laughed at your clap back, her eyes sparkling with interest as she leaned back on the picnic chair. âDonât be mad at me, I saved you from a scandal by giving you valid criticism. Imagine if the tabloids caught you wearing fake Vancleef, â(Last name) - Nanami caught wearing a dupe, is the mother-daughter duo still stuck with their penny pinching ways?â Is that the kind of news youâd want following you around, new money?â
You gritted your teeth in frustration, recalling exactly how you got into that mess which heavily involved Mai Zenin. âYou were the one who sent me to that store in the first place.â
âI was trying to teach you how to tell whatâs a dupe and whatâs not. And itâs paying off. You look so much better in original clothes.â
âWhy you-â
âLadies enough! Hearing about dupes makes my head hurt.â Momo cuts in, ending the argument before it could escalate any further. Both you and Mai instantly back down from the heated argument, still glaring down at each other. âAnd where is that pledge with our drinks? Iâm really not in the mood to get through the day without my fix of espresso.â
âYouâre just antsy cause you pulled an all-nighter with some project.â Mai teased her blonde friend, suddenly in a good mood again. âI told you to give that shit to some poor nerd who needs the money to do it for you.â
âIâd rather not. Most of them are so mediocre in their academic papers, it makes my skin crawl -â
You tune out the rest of their conversation, not wanting to hear the two girls talk about how poor people are dumb losers and how much better they are compared to people of lower class, picking up your phone and going straight to instagram. Mindlessly, you scrolled through your feed, only liking pictures of hot guys, your friends and food content, really nothing out of the ordinary with your feed.
Sometimes you wonder if this was going to be your college experience.
You had barely just entered school and already you were at the top of the food chain, which was good for you. Being the newest socialite, you knew it would be hard for anyone to respect you.Â
It was different for someone like Miwa, who made the money by herself. She had more respect from wealthy people, than you who by proxy inherited it by your mother marrying into money.
Your dumb luck has saved you from being known as the gold diggerâs daughter and youâre grateful for it.
Anyone would kill to be in your position right now and yet, you feel like youâre wasting away. There are so many restrictions attached to the lifestyle youâre living, so many clubs you canât join because you let Mai dictate what you can or canât do.
âThe Wilhelm Baldwin University Theatre is inviting you to our play production, Legally Blonde on 26th Nov 2024.â
You hover on the instagram post on your schoolâs official account, staring at it sadly as you think about your situation. Something twists in your heart at the e-poster, a solemn smile making its way to your face. A distant past where you would have jumped at the opportunity to be involved in the arts flashes back into your mind.
âPerhaps there is truly a price for fame and popularityâŠâ
âHey, isnât that the play by the Universityâs theatre club?â
Youâre quickly snapped out of your thoughts by Miwa, but soon your shock turns to annoyance when you realise she was looking into your phone while you were distracted. Before you could reprimand her, Mai and Momo quickly shifted their attention to what she had said, clearly interested in the newest information, their faces twisted into ugly smirks.
âThose Juillard wannabees are hosting a play? Thatâs rich. What are they gonna do? Another shitty rendition of Romeo and Juliet?â
You internally cringe at Maiâs scornful tone but you couldnât deny her words. Your schoolâs theatre program is rather underfunded, putting more money in your cheer team, football squad and fraternities. Only people either on scholarships or who are currently knee-deep in college debt make up the majority of the program's occupants.
Another difference between class divisions in this school.
Before you could say anything to change the topic, Momo snatches your phone from your hand and takes a good look at the poster. âTheyâre doing Legally Blonde?? These bottom feeders are literally cosplaying a socialite. Be for realâ
The two girls burst into laughter, nearly knocking over your expensive iphone as if itâs the funniest thing on earth. Miwa bites her lip, a look of guilt crossing over her face the moment she sees your fists clenched underneath the table in annoyance. Youâre quick to take slow deep breaths, counting from one - ten as the two older girls continued to berate the play between scornful laughter.
âWait wait, let's check the castingâŠâ Mai says between gasps, scrolling to see the people playing the characters. A feeling of dread washes down your body when you see her sneer at the first picture. âHana Kurusu is the person they picked to be THE Elle Woods? THEY picked a girl who wears shoes from goodwill to play Elle woods? Who casted this?â
âIâm pretty sure they donât base their criteria for casting based on where you get shoes fromâ
âSheâs not even close to being hot.â Momo adds, her tone tinged with pure disgust. âI canât believe they picked her.â
âMaybe sheâs a good actress.â Miwa says in a dead tone, trying to salvage the situation. The older girls look at Miwa as if sheâs grown two heads, before sighing and shaking their heads like sheâs an impetuous child. âLook, Miwa-chan, I know youâre a sweetheart but you know none of those theatre kids have any talent. They take in anyone, ANYONE. New money can agree with me on this one.â
All eyes turned to you, expectant of your answer. Anxiousness creeps onto your skin as the spotlight is put on you, all your anger dissipating as Maiâs gaze burns deep into your soul, waiting for you to agree with her. As much as youâre usually going toe to toe with Mai, you know your spot with the IT girls was still tentative. This is one of the arguments that could make or break you; while she loves being challenged, Mai will never forgive you if you show sympathy for any person she considers beneath her status.
On one hand, you could risk Mai genuinely hating you and making her your enemy by telling her the truth, that Hana truly has more talent than Mai ever will.
On the other handâŠ
You plucked your phone from Momoâs hand, taking a good look at the picture before throwing your phone aside dramatically, gagging in disgust. âEwwww, thatâs the girl that wears that ugly sweater from Costco three times a week. I hope her acting isn't as ugly as her fashion sense.â
Your comment breaks the tension, making the three girls - yes even Miwa - bark with laughter, nearly losing their minds at your reaction, sealing the deal. You settle into a small smile as the pledge brings your drinks to the table, placing your frappuccino in front of you. You carefully sip your drink, washing down the bitter taste of guilt with its sweetness.
âKeep your friends close and wealthy friends with connections closer.â
   ZENIN Megumi hated Trending Tuesdays on the T with a burning passion.
He hated a lot of things, to be fair, but this was at the top of the list of things he hated. It was like a dick measuring contest that some of his classmates did in high school, only on a much larger scale involving a bunch of grown adults who should be doing something better than watching the latest trend on a thinly veiled gossip blog masquerading as the schoolâs website.
The fraternity usually got louder during Trending Tuesdays, hollering about the newest girl they considered hot and who was not or what guy did the craziest thing. Usually on these kinds of days, Megumi would go up to his private room and smoke whilst blasting music or playing League of Legends, but now as the president of his fraternity, he has responsibilities. He has to be present, even if it killed him on the inside, at least to encourage this stupid bonding activity or whatever his vice-president, Yuuji Itadori told him.
âArenât you going to show the slightest interest in Trending Tuesdays?â
Speak of the devil.
Megumi turns his attention from the book heâs reading, âThe Godfatherâ to Yuuji Itadori. The pink haired man had always been there for him since Megumi moved schools; even as he fell into deeper darkness as he spent more time with the Zenins, he and that crazy bitch Nobara stood beside him. Yuuji was the more fun one, much more cut out to be the president of the Fraternity in Megumiâs opinion, even though heâd say otherwise. He has been so invested in Trending Tuesdays as a tradition and perhaps thatâs why he wants Megumi to be more involved this year.
âYou want me to huddle over a phone with other guys to see what girl half of the fraternity will jerk off to tonight?â Megumi crosses his arms. He knows heâll cave eventually because itâs Yuuji, but heâs not going to make it easy for him either. âIsnât my presence while this madness is going on in the common room enough?â
âCome onnnn! Togeâs gonna put it on the TV anyways so you wonât have to rub shoulders with peopleâ Yuuji groans childishly, making the dark haired man roll his eyes in response. Sometimes his friend can be so irritating whenever he wants him to do something, especially if it involves socialising with people. âWe just have one more year before we graduate, arenât you in the slightest curious about it?â
âNo.â
âBut itâs like a team bonding exercise! Besides, you might see a girl youâll actually like in this school.â
Megumi almost wants to laugh at Yuujiâs statement. Itâs just as ridiculous as the elders in the Zenin family who keep insisting for him to at least have a main girl so that the future of their bloodline is secure. Only that Yuuji thinks that Megumi is only sleeping with different girls cause he hasnât found the right one yet.
At least the Zeninâs are not naĂŻve to his real intentions.
âAs long as it's not school sanctioned, I donât care.â
His blunt tone deflates Yuujiâs cheerful mood once more and for a brief moment Megumi thinks heâs worn Yuuji down, returning to read his book in peace.
âPleasePleasePleasePleasePlease-â
Sick of Yuujiâs incessant nagging, the dark haired man barked out âIâm coming, Iâm coming!â throwing the novel aside and storming off, Yuuji following behind with a shit eating grin.
  THE second he enters the common room, the once chattering room goes silent.
Megumi isnât new to his frat brothers fearing him. He is not a particularly friendly face with his usual grumpy expression and towering height, and he has the personality to match, quiet with a stern personality. It could be his policies that make them instantly shape up whenever he is around, scared that heâd lash out at them at any moment or expel them for the slightest mistake.
Itâs not like their fears are unfounded though. But he only punishes annoyances and as long as they stay out of his way and his room, theyâre safe.
They clear the way for him and Yuuji, letting them walk to the largest chair in the common room, greetings of âGood day Presidentâ âGood day vice-presidentâ echoing throughout the room. Yuuji is the only one that responds, telling them to loosen up. âWeâre just here for trending Tuesdays. No oneâs gonna get in trouble today for being rowdy, right, Zenin?â
âWeâll see.â
A white haired male was already perched on their usual seat, brows pinched in concentration as he connected his phone's bluetooth to the television. The man raised his head, his sour expression quickly turning to shock when he saw Megumi standing in front of him. He looked from Megumi to Yuuji, discarding his phone to put a hand in front of his face, bending his fingers in and out, his lips mimicking Megumiâs usual grouchy frown.
âHow the hell did you get Mr. Grumpy out of his room for Trending Tuesday? You didnât offer him a free fuck like one of his whores, right?â
Megumi felt his eye twitch as Yuuji snorted at the comment. before rapidly signing back. âFuck you, Toge.â
Toge rolled his eyes at Megumi in response, before moving aside so that he and Yuuji could sit and the common room goes back to their chattering as before when they realise Megumi wasnât doing any official duties today.
Toge Inumaki was a senior majoring in robotics engineering, their fraternities treasurer, as well as a grade one menace to society.
People make the mistake of assuming heâs a quiet guy because he doesnât say anything and think heâs this sort of mysterious and cool person who keeps to himself, not knowing that heâs mute, deaf in his right ear and partially deaf in his left, always donning his hearing aids. Toge doesnât bother clearing up the rumours, rather taking glee in watching people try to get close to him to get him to âopen upâ, only to be horrified when they realise his disability and feel immense guilt right after.
Yuuji had tried talking him out of it, but he defended his actions with, âThatâs what they get for treating me like a social experiment. They wanna be friends with the quiet rich kid to get favours.â
Megumi doesnât blame him. Ever since meeting Toge, when he moved high schools, he knew that people either treat him as the introverted project they want to take on or the poor disabled kid who no one understands, but never a human being.
Sometimes, people would straight up not believe him that he canât hear them without his aid because heâs âtoo cute to be disabledâ.
Even his parents are weird around him, never once attempting to learn sign language themselves since it would be too âtaskingâ.
It hasnât damped Togeâs sense of humour regardless. Anyone who knows Toge and knows sign language knows that the white haired man is a talkative with a filthy mouth. Heâs a prankster and pledges are advised to avoid him, seeing as theyâre the most susceptible to his rather cruel jokes.
Girls seem to like him though, if the irritating screams of pleasure that keeps everyone else up at night every time he has a study partner were anything to go by.
Toge goes straight to the schoolâs website, the T and the website comes up, a large TRENDING TUESDAY typed in cursive letters was at the top of the blog post. Realising that he was out of his element, Megumi turns to Yuuji to ask âSo how does this work again?â
âWell, trending Tuesdays are all about who is or are the most influential students in school today. Whether itâs pranks, or the cutest couple or even someone that did something impressive today, it all depends on who had the most impact. They write a short blurb and say something about the person.â Yuuji doesnât turn his attention away from the screen as he continues. âYouâve always been in the top three since you entered this school.â
âIs that so?â
Megumi shrugs nonchalantly, a small smile on his lips. Sure, he hates the T and thinks itâs a pointless program but being at the top without even trying feeds his large ego a little bit.
Toge scrolls up the page, ignoring the people at the hundredth place because theyâre obviously irrelevant and gets to the top twenty. A picture of a girl with white hair in short bob wearing a white sweater and black pants in one picture, and a blonde wig in another wearing a hot pink suit in another comes up.
âHana Kurusu, the head of the theatre club is the first to spearhead a high end production of legally blonde. While weâre really happy for her, letâs not get our hopes up, this play is going to be garbage fire-â
Megumi quickly tunes out the rest of the post and the rest of the frat talking about how the musical will be dog shit, not really interested in anything about Hana. Sure, sheâs a decent fuck and she does whatever he wants, including keeping her mouth shut about their arrangement but that didnât mean he cared about her.
âDamn, they really ripped the theatre kids a new one. I donât think they deserve thatâ Yuuji murmurs.
âThe T didnât lie, I tried giving theatre a chance for a hot girl who was super into it. I ended up taking off my hearing aids mid-performance because I didnât pay to hear such shit actingâ
âToge!â
âIt was a shame, she had really nice tits but she canât sing or act for shit. Instant turn off. Why do something youâre shit at?â
Megumi nods in agreement, replying to Togeâs argument. âOnly broke kids join theatre to be part of something. The fee is low and they think theyâll make it in Hollywood since they schooled here.â
The rest of the top 15 were uneventful, apart from Yuuji at number 6 who practically broke a school record in track and field, set up by the fastest runner in â08, Zenin Naoya - Megumiâs shitty cousin amongst the sea of shit family members he has.
As usual, Yuuji shrugs it off despite everyone screaming in shock and congratulating him, saying it's not a big deal. Maybe itâs because heâs a beast at almost every sport he touches that heâs so humble with his achievement. All his years of knowing Yuuji from high school, he has always remained humble and friendly, never letting his success get to his head.
Heâs sure if Naoya ever finds out, heâd be pissed.
Good.
Finally they make it to the top five, the most anticipated people that everyone is always curious about. Usually, the top five is not just about achievements, itâs about looks, itâs about charisma, it about how much people thirst over them.
They encapsulate the true shallowness of the student body.
âAt number five, itâs Momo Nishimiya. Winning the debate nationals and making it as the head of the national model UN, there are big things awaiting the beauty with brains from the IT girls group. Iâm sure I see another cherry red sports car in ms. Nishimiyaâs future or another trip to the Bahamas as a celebration! Make sure to post those Bikini pics babeâ
âPreferably the latter.â Some of the frat boys murmured, their voices dripping with lust that itâs nearly pathetic. âIâve got to see her in a bikini again or Iâll kill myself.â
âI hope you do, youâre actually annoying.â
Megumi doesnât stop them from being nasty little perverts though. In his opinion, it's just the way boys talk, especially when theyâre with their fellow guys.
Itâs not like they mean any harm by being horny.
âAt number four, making it to the cover of Independent and a guest appearance on the Tonight Show, Mai Zenin. Well, are we really surprised to see ms. hot stuff, perfect ass at the top?
Running the school with an Iron fist, Mai, the leader of the IT girls has always maintained her relevance from the second she won an olympic gold medal in shooting range. A mixture of grace and smarts, there is always a spot for her in the top five.â
Megumi sighs the second he sees Maiâs magazine cover; wearing a rather sexualized version of a chesogam, she leans on a chair with her legs crossed, the long slit giving view of her long legs. Her smile is sultry, never reaching her eyes.
He has never seen her ever smile genuinely before in all the time he spent in the Zenin household. Not that he blames her, the way they treated women in that place was nothing to smile about.
The frat boys all but bark at her pictures, each hungry for something, shouting profainities about how much they want to fuck her. Itadori opens his mouth to say something, but Megumi clamps a hand over his shoulders and tells him to settle down. âDonât worry, let them have their fun. Itâs nothing serious.â
Normally Megumi would stop them, but he thinks theyâre cute. Theyâre so cute thinking they even have a chance with Mai of all people. If there was something Megumi liked about Mai, it was that she had standards.
If she was going to be treated like shit, might as well be treated like shit wearing Louis Vuitton and Hermes.
He turns his attention to the next one on the list and his smile instantly drops the second he sees Maki at number 3. The T has a weird habit of pitting Maki and Mai against each other, and while Maki wouldnât care about this shit, Mai does.
The Zeninâs had imprinted it that women must be in constant competition for affection because how much they are loved is how much they are valued. Maki thinks everything the Zenin says is bullshit, including that whole line about affection. Mai, however, is a different story. She has internalised that information so much that she spends so much time caring about her reputation to her detriment.
âAt the proud number three is our nationi8nal MMA champion, Maki Zenin! This week she defeated the previously undefeated title holder, Sena. Iâm not usually into muscular women but goddamn does she look hot while beating in someoneâs face with her fists. Step on me mommy-â
Uncomfortable with reading the rest of that sentence, Megumi quickly signs desperately with Yuuji laughing at him in the background. âScroll up, scroll up.â
Luckily for him, Toge also seemed uncomfortable because the last thing he wants to see is someone thirsting over his best friend and scrolling away, landing on the number two name on the list.
âAnd coming up to the number two is Zenin Megumi, the schoolâs resident mysterious hottie who happens to be recruiting new pledges for the Alpha Beta frat house.
How he divides his time between posing for the house of Gojoâs fashion line, shirtless and at the same time stays on top of his business class is some what a mystery, not that Iâm complaining though cause FUCK HEâS HOTâŠâ
Megumi groans in his hands as a picture of him posing shirtless with flared jeans, whilst manspreading comes on screen for the entire frat house to see.
The entire house grows quiet, before whispers of âis it okay to have a crush on our president- in a manly kind of way?â And âhe looks so majestic, thatâs our president! I need his gym routine-â start floating in the air, only making Megumi grow more annoyed, almost as if heâs not in the room with them.
Yuuji places a hand on his shoulder with a teasing smile, clearly enjoying watching Megumi suffer. âDonât be shy. You should be proud of your-â
âShut the fuck up and tell Toge to get that shit off the screen before I hear another person ask if itâs okay they get off to pictures of me.â
Amused, Yuuji turns to Toge, signing Megumiâs message to which he lets out a weird snort like laughter, before scrolling up to the moment everyone has been waiting for: The number one spot. He can hear some people drawing in a deep breath, waiting for the next person until the blurb flashes on the screen.
âAt the number one spot; the stunning beauty of University that has gripped our hearts and our nether regions. Voted the sexiest girl on campus the second we saw her in the freshman group taking a tour, (Name) (Last name)-Nanami!
Dressed in a cute Juicy Couture that makes her ass look juusst right, (name) has taken the entire school and the socialite scene by storm.
By the way, happy belated eighteenth birthday princess. Now that you are legal, I can proudly say I and the majority of the guys in this school have jerked off to your birthday bikini pics with zero guilt. And also, thanks to you the juicy couture section in the mall not too far away and the goodwill a few blocks over is sold out. Youâre an icon babe, keep being you.â
âFUCK YES ITâS HER AGAIN!â
âPlease, please, please marry me (name), Iâll dump my girlfriend for you! Fuck Iâll set a car on fire for you-â
âI hope her nudes leak or something, thatâs the only way Iâll see her naked because sheâs way too good for me.â
Megumi doesnât think too much of it, ignoring all the crazy things his fraternity brothers are saying. But someone else has an opposite opinion.
âOh God, not her again.â
Megumi raises a brow, curious at Yuujiâs reaction. It was strange for the friendly man to sound so annoyed over someone, especially somebody so new to this school and seemingly beloved by the student body. Usually, heâs the one to have qualms about the person and Yuuji would have to talk him into being less suspicious about the person.
His friend had no malicious bone in his body. Or maybe thereâs a side to Yuuji even he doesnât know about.
âYou donât sound too happy.â
âNo⊠thatâs not what⊠you donât know who she is, do you?â His pink haired friend only groans in response, increasingly getting more agitated for some reason. Megumi shakes his head negatively in response and Yuuji sighs. âRemember when my dad got married like last year? Thatâs my step-momâs daughter ⊠my step-sister.â
âOhâ
Back in December it was trending news that the owner of the best winery in the world, Nanami Kento was getting married to a deaf, single mother. The Zeninâs were pissed because Nanami chose âdamaged goodsâ over the barely legal teen they arranged so that they could partner with him. But since Megumi wasnât interested in such a topic and he was just happy the elders were miserable that winter, he didnât bother to look into it.
No wonder Yuuji looked more irritated with every passing moment. The pink haired boy always seemed to be concerned about his family members whenever the tabloids said something nasty about them and was fiercely protective of them. It could be why Yuuji doesnât bring her around the fraternity house or barely mentions her, so that people wonât try to use him to get to her.
âSheâs just eighteen Megs.â Yuujiâs grave tone rouses Megumi from his thoughts. Poor guy, itâs really bothering him, whatâs going on with his sister. âItâs not been up to three months since she got here and the comments the T has made about her body are disgusting. She pretends like it doesnât bother her but Iâm sure that she hates it deep down.â
He can relate to Yuuji right now; back in high school he would overhear guys talking about how much they want to screw his sister.
Unlike Yuuji though, he wasnât as patient.
âDonât think too much about the Tâs commentsâ Megumi reaches a comforting hand to Yuuji. Even though heâs sure the girl doesnât give a damn about his friend, he has to ease the pink haired manâs nerves somehow. âMaybe she truly doesnât think itâs too much of a big deal. She could be like that, you never know. Plus you know how the T is. Theyâre obsessed with the next hot thing and then they fall out of love with it.â
Besides, Megumi figures youâre just a shiny new thing thatâs trending now. And the thing about trends is that when thereâs nothing interesting or fantastic about them, they die out. âYuuji has nothing to worry aboutâ he muses to himself. âYouâre probably not that pretty to last long-â
The second Toge puts your picture on the screen, Megumi finds himself eating his words.
The admiration of your image by the other frat members becomes nothing but background noise as he stares at the t.v utterly transfixed. Your features were distinct in a way that could only be described as ethereal, breathtaking, exotic. Youâre wearing cute juicy couture sweats, something he thinks looked utterly tacky and overdone by all the blond girls in this school and yet you make it look expensive, like youâre the only one he wants to see it on. Your lips are pulled into a pretty smile that lights up your eyes, only highlighting your best features like your cheeks and your nose.
Heâs not one for looks, but by god you were one of the most gorgeous girls heâs ever set his eyes on.
âNo wonder you keep hiding her from us.â Toge signs, also nearly astonished by how beautiful you look. âYour sister is fucking hot man.â
âNot you too, Toge, sheâs barely eighteen, leave her alone-â
Megumi ignores the argument going on behind him, opting to keep looking at your picture. As much as heâs captivated by your beauty, thereâs this nagging feeling at the back of his mind that thereâs something familiar about you. He canât shake off the coincidence that you have the same first and last name as someone he used to know and you look like the prettier version of that person.
âIt canât be her.â He denies it in his head. The girl that he knew all those years ago would never have been able to afford this universityâs tuition without incurring a huge debt. Sheâd care too much about hurting her single momâs finances. He keeps staring at the picture and notices youâre holding up your boba drink in one hand, revealing the bracelets on your wrist, which he didnât pay attention to at first, until something purple and pink catches his eye.
âThat looks really cheap for her to be wearing- wait.â
He squints his eyes a little bit and sees the four letters written on the bracelet âGUMIâ boldy.
His mouth groes dry instantly.
âNo fucking way.â
There was a distant past where he was much more free to do whatever he wanted and he didnât have to worry about the responsibility of taking over the Zeninâs chain of businesses. There were many faceless people in that high school. There were people he brutally beat senseless and there were people who either feared or admired him from afar.
But you were the most memorable because you were a clingy little bitch.
While others avoided him like a plague, you were always beside him, offering to be his âfriendâ and following him around like fucking insect. You were a pimple-faced, annoying little tramp that he could barely stand.
He could have avoided your affection if he didnât beat up your bullies that day. He should have never pitied you when he saw you crying in the boys bathroom. It would have saved him the headache of being stuck with you for almost two years in high school.
The only reason he tolerated you for as long as he did was because of Tsumiki. In hindsight, he blames his deceased sister for encouraging your borderline obsession with him because she thought it was cute. He wonders if romantically and mentally youâve changed. If youâve grown out of your childish crush on him and forgotten all about your âGumiâ and âFushiguro-kunâ, the things you used to call him with your shrill voice.
When he left that dreaded Academy, he made sure that no one called him âGumiâ ever. He resented that nickname, because it reminded him of you.
You looked happy, fitting right into a society that once rejected you with your pretty hair and manicured nails. Long gone was the wimp that hid behind him, that had to rely on food stamps on your worst days; now youâre a spoiled little brat, having the time of your life without inheriting the responsibility of being a wealthy socialite like he did.
It just made Megumi hate you even more. While heâs stuck with the Zenin clan and paying the price of wealth, you donât have to do anything. Youâre happy. How the hell is any of that fair to him?
Why do you get to be happy?
âYouâre staring a bit too hard at the picture, Zenin. Donât tell me you wanna fuck her too?â
He considers telling the pink haired man that he knew you and all about your pathetic crush on him for a brief moment, but quickly discarded that plan. Like Tsumiki, Yuuji would get the wrong idea and try to get them together.
Instead he rolled his eyes and said in the most bland voice he could muster.
âNot my type.â
Yuuji looks at the tips of Megumiâs ears, noticing them turn red before looking at the boy again with narrowed eyes.
âSure.â
  YOU hated dinners with your âfamilyâ.
Your step-dad, Nanami Kento was not much of a conversationalist and he ate in silence, except to ask to pass the water jug. Your mother was a try-hard, always asking how school is like for both you and Yuuji, like youâre teenagers attending high school and not university students. Yuuji was also a try hard, answering your motherâs questions like his life depended on it.
And you? You donât want to be here.
You love your mother and would do anything for her. She sacrificed so much for you so that youâd have an education, working so many jobs and encouraging you. Sure, she was a bit harsh on you when it came to your academics and you used to hate it, but you understood back then that she was giving you a chance she never had. With your father a deadbeat and your family members a bunch of self-righteous losers, it was you and her against the world.
But trying to play house with a step-father you barely knew and a brother who would never speak to you on school grounds was tethering on the edge of your patience that you feel lucky that you only have to do this once a week.
Couple that with the stressful day you had in university from dealing with Mai, to the disgusting and perverted comment section on your trending tuesdays posts -that Mai told you to âget used to itâ when you said you hated them and wanted it to stop, to nearly being late in submitting an assignment only to be told âlooks can only get you so farâ as if youâre not trying your hardest in school, youâre just about done with everything.
All you want to do is eat and sleep in your own bed.
The only good thing about your dinner is the unripe plantain, your favourite meal and youâre shocked the chefs made it after debating with your mother about making ethnic foods for her. Maybe your step-father had some choice words with them.
âSo howâs school been for you baby girl?â
You internally groan at your motherâs question as your step-father and Yuuji turn their attention towards you. âItâs okay.â you sign back, before continuing with your food, hoping that your mother would get the message that you donât want to talk about it.
As your luck could have it, your mother did not like the reply. âWhat do you mean, Okay?â she signs, her brows pinched together in irritation. âThatâs not an answer (name).â
âI donât want to talk about it.â
âOh come on baby (name), youâre in college, you should be having fun. I heard from some sources youâre very popular in your school which means youâve got to have friends right? Why donât you invite them over? Hell, you should have also met someone cute too that piques your interest or are you still pining over Gumi-â
Thereâs a tense atmosphere that cuts across the once awkward sphere of the table. Your step father stopped eating the second he saw the enraged look on your face, and his hands facing your mother trying to tell her to âstop-â only for her to aggressively shake her head in dismal, her next words pushing you over the edge. âNo, Kento! Sheâs our child and I have to ask her what sheâs been up to-â
âYou really want to know what Iâve been up to, mom?â You start to sign, your hands trembling in anger. âYou want to know how Iâm doing in my business course where no one takes me seriously because Iâm too pretty to be smart? Or you want to know how many âcute guysâ have threatened to assault me sexually or said something perverted about my body on a school post and how the school refused to take it down when I reported it? Or how I feel so out of place when you seem so well-adjusted with your husband and son, and your only solution is to throw a new black card at me and hope Iâm obedient? You really want to know?â
The entire dining table grows silent at your outburst by the time youâre done, heavily breathing as tears threaten to prickle your eyes. Your motherâs features soften, clearly affected by your words and for a second you feel guilty for getting angry at her. Instead, you said out loud whilst tossing your cutlery aside âIâm going to my room. Donât bother me.â and disappeared up the stairs despite your step father calling out your name until you made it to your room.
Flopping onto your canopy bed the second you enter your room, youâre quick to bury your head in your pillow and let out a guttural scream that youâve been holding all day. At this point, you donât care that youâre being rude, your life took a drastic turn the second you turned seventeen and youâve just been pretending to be okay with it. After years of it just being you and her, these two men barged into your life. You had to up and move from the friends you had finally managed to make, from all your plans to attend a community college for music to an expensive overpriced university in a business course that you hate and from your home that had all your memories into a large mansion that makes you feel insignificant.
You were quickly shuffled into a lifestyle that made you stand out because you werenât born into money. You had to mingle with people who reminded you of your bullies in high school and laugh with them like youâre not a step from having a mental breakdown, because you need to be significant, you need to network and fit in. You had to pretend you were fine because if you act out the media will drag your motherâs name in the mud.
And youâre all alone dealing with your feelings. Who were you going to tell how inauthentic you felt? How so out of place you felt despite your popularity and you just want to escape it all?
Mai would just tease you for being overdramatic. Momo would tell you that it is what it is as a female socialite and you should swallow it. Maybe Miwa might be sympathetic to your cause but then you remembered sheâs supposed to be editing her posts for tiktok tomorrow, so there is no time for you.
There was only one person who would have truly understood and you havenât seen him in five years.
Feeling nostalgic, you lean over your bed and retrieve a box from underneath. Carefully punching in the code, it opens with a quiet click revealing an old cream sweater kept in good condition, your high schoolâs logo stitched at the top, three pictures you got at a fair and your old iphone 4 that seems to still work, that all seem so reminiscent of a time so far away yet so close.
Long before you were the IT girl, before you were new money, the girl everyone wants and wants to be.
It was a time when things were so dark that you couldnât see the light at the end of the tunnel because you were relentlessly bullied for not being fortunate enough to have money in a school where the rich eat the vulnerable. You had considered ending it all, to stop your mom from constantly coming to school to complain only to return feeling more powerless than ever.
And then he came into your life.
You take the sweater in your arms, gently pressing your nose against the fabric to inhale his scent, preserving it all these years just for comfort. It takes you back to when you were 13, huddled up in a bathroom stall while cradling your broken fingers. You hated life so much back then and you really wanted to die to the point you were googling how many acetamin pills it would take to kill you with your uninjured hand, the bottle containing them just a few feet away from your shaking body. You couldnât play the harp that you loved because of them, you couldnât take the emotional abuse and you couldnât return home to break your motherâs heart by being a pathetic child.
You were planning to die in a boys bathroom stall, ready to swallow the pill when the door flew open. You instantly cowered in fear, spilling the entire bottle on the floor, your heart dropping to your stomach the second you set eyes on the schoolâs resident bully.
Fushiguro Megumi.
Back then you assumed he was going to laugh at you and then tell everyone what you tried to do. As much as you admired him from afar, you didnât trust him. You couldnât trust him. Maybe he was going to kick you aside and take a piss like one other guy had done when you were still barely conscious from earlier.
You didnât expect him to notice your broken fingers. Or even ask you who did the bullying. And when he did, you had begged him not to get the teacher involved, to which he said. âWho said Iâm telling anyone?â before disappearing. You were scared, wondering if heâd call them back to finish the job.
Instead, he dragged the bullies -male and female back to the bathroom for you to watch him beat them up and broke the arm of the guy who crushed your fingers. After he was done, he had taken your unbroken hand in his larger ones to help you up, warmth spreading into your shaking fingers as he steadied you, telling you to step on them.
âW-why?â
âRevenge. Catharsis. Fun.â he had said, his tone rueful. You looked at him with pure fear as he guided you to one the bullies, the girl who started it all. âB-but what if I get in trouble? Or they come for me and hurt me again-â
âDonât be a square. Iâm giving you a chance for payback, so be a good girl and take it.â
âB-but-â
âDo it. Iâll take the blame.â
And true to his word, he did take the blame for both your actions and was suspended for a day. When he came back, you clung onto him like glue, fearful youâd get hurt by those same bullies, but eventually giving way into your heart as you fell head over heels for him. The way he smiled when you said the dumbest stuff. The way his voice sounded, especially when he called your name. The way his hand swallows yours because of how big they were, his comforting scent, everything about Megumi was calming, comforting.
Even your first kiss with him was gentle, sparks flying as he cupped your face in his larger hands.
He could be a bit harsh on you and sometimes, he could say some mean things, he always made it up with some sweet gesture like buying your favourite strawberry drink or spending time with you while you practised the harp.
You loved him so much. You still love him so much. You canât look at any man the way you looked at him, and youâve tried. Mai has tried shoving you into a relationship with many guys to try and spice up your reputation but you couldnât let them even hold your hand, let alone kiss them.
Theyâre not him. Theyâll never be him.
Megumi was not the light at the end of your tunnel, but he took your broken hands in his and let you dance through the thick of the dark times of your life when no one else thought you deserved happiness.
You shed off your juicy couture jacket and shrug on his large sweater, collapsing into your bed with your arms wrapped around yourself. Any time you were upset with anything, you would call him and heâd either listen to you through your sobs or come over to your little house and sneak in with your favourite snacks to watch a movie with you and hold you tight whenever you said you wanted a hug. You wish he hadnât disappeared when he moved away, that he had at least left you with a number for you to call or text or anything instead of upping and leaving cold turkey.
Tears rolled down your face as you tried to picture him comforting you, over everything that had happened. âWant me to fuck them up?â Heâd ask in between murmurs and when youâd shake your head no, heâd click his tongue. He always loved solving problems with violence. âI should, for the way theyâre talking to you. You shouldnât let people take advantage of you.â
âI miss you Megumi. I miss you so much-â
A knock on your door interrupts your thoughts and youâre quick to wipe away your tears with the back of your hand. Not wanting any pity from whoever was at the door -most likely your mother- you put on your best resting bitch face before storming towards it before yanking it open.
Your frown only deepens when you see your step-father at the door. âDid she put you up to this?â Your voice was cold and from how his brows creased in response, you could see he was hurt.
He shakes his head negatively in response, about to say something when you cut him off again. âThe dad thing is not going to work, just leave me be.â
You close the door in his face, albeit rudely and flopped on your bed, curling yourself up into a tight ball and sobbing quietly until you fall asleep.
YOUR step-fatherâs solution to you being upset is to throw money at your face and tell you to âdo something nice for yourselfâ.
Mid-class you had received a cash-app alert attached with a message for you to âcheer up with this and tell Yuuji to take you shopping.â and while it annoyed you to no end that he assumed money made you happy, he wasnât exactly wrong.
You also suspect that he wants you to open up to Yuuji about your problems, as you both are closer in age; which is a dumb plan in hindsight because you know youâre not going to say shit to someone you barely interact with. Step-brother or not.
The second class dismissed you were out of the door, your Hermes bag slung over your arm. Perhaps your step-dad was right about retail therapy, you needed something to blow off steam with after the depressing night you had; being forced to relive your entire day and then cry yourself to sleep thinking about how much you miss Megumi so much.
What you need is to turn off your brain and buy new things that would make you happy, like new trinkets to add to your room.
Feeling giddy, you pick up your phone and go to the IT girls group chat, ready to invite them to your shopping spree since you didnât want to go on your shopping spree all alone.
âI should text the girls to see if theyâll hang out with me-â
You paused, stopping yourself in your tracks. Youâre trying to have fun, not be silently judged and have pictures taken of your spree and uploaded on the internet for weirdos to oogle.
âI need time alone, but not alone aloneâ you say to yourself. âYuujiâs the better option, at least heâll keep to himself if he sees Iâm not in the mood to talk.â
With that decision finalised, you found Yuujiâs contact - Yuuji đ- and quickly shot him a text that you needed a ride to the mall right now, if heâs free.
âWith that done, Iâll get myself strawberry yoghurt to go-â
Your phone dings just as youâre about to tuck it in your bag and you see itâs Yuuji who had replied faster than you anticipated.
Yuuji đ - Iâll be free in an hr, my class will soon be over
Yuuji đ- wait in my room at the frat house, Iâll pick you up there.
You frowned. Why the hell will you wait at a fraternity house? For all you know, theyâre nothing but nasty, filthy little perverts. Frat bros have a bad reputation, being gross pieces of shit who have no personal boundaries and get away with anything. Mai always told you that theyâre a slippery slope and the chances of you meeting a decent one is as good as pigs flying.
Youđ§- Heck no. What if something happens to me there?
Yuuji đ - Look, I need to pick you up and drop you off by 3pm before my next class starts and I donât wanna waste any time
Yuuji đ - besides my friends are there and they know youâre coming. No one will hurt you.
You đ§- Fine. Iâll be there waiting. Not a minute late or Iâll rip your jlaw posters apart
Abandoning your plan of getting strawberry yoghurt with a secret promise youâd get it later at the mall, you decided to make your way to the Alpha Beta Frat house, much to your chagrin.
  AFTER hitching a ride with the schoolâs shuttle system within five minutes, you find yourself standing in front of the famed Alpha-Beta house.
The four story building was imposing to say the least, but there wasnât a challenge youâve ever backed down from. You casually strolled through the path leading to the front door, grabbing the brass handle and slamming it as hard as possible on the door twice.
âThey ought to hear me that way.â
Sure enough, someone shuffled with the door a few seconds later and opened it, complaints on their lips as the gap widened.
âWho the fuck is knocking on the door like tha- oh-oh h-hey-â
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his sudden change of behaviour. You could recognize him from one of your electives, psychology 101 with professor Getou. He usually makes a fool of himself there as he is doing right now, practically drooling all over himself on the front porch like a mangy mutt.
As much as youâd like to watch him pant like a dog and laugh at him later, you couldnât stand staying outside any longer.
âWhereâs Yuuji Itadoriâs room?â You ask curtly.
âUh⊠the l-last floor, the door on the far end of the left⊠o-or was it r-right...â
âFucking moronâ you curse internally, before putting on a fake, thankful smile on your face and pushed past the awestruck man to get into the house. âDonât worry, Iâll figure it out, myself.â
The house was neat, surprisingly, compared to the horrific stories you used to hear from Mai about how filthy fraternity houses are, especially the Alpha beta house under Todoâs rule. As you gingerly walk up the stairs, you notice how not a speck of dust nor a single graffitti lies on the wall, like everything had been polished and cleaned constantly.
Yuuji had made an off comment about the new president being a clean freak and would beat anyone up for leaving as much as wrapping paper on the floor without picking it up. âIt runs in the Zeninâs I guess.â He had signed on a particular dinner night. âThe last Zenin leader had done the exact same thing.â
As much as you hate the Zenin men and have never heard anything good about them, you have to be grateful that this one was dedicated to keeping the damn house clean. Even the frat bros look well dressed in their polo and shorts, and didnât reek like beer or weed - although you caught some of them looking at you like a piece of meat.
âAt least they donât try to talk to me. Must be out of respect for Yuuji.â
Eventually you make it to the top floor with two hallways stretching out on either side. You contemplated going to the left for a few seconds, but ultimately headed towards the right, figuring that Yuujiâs room could be there and if it wasnât, you would just go the other way. You stop at the door at the end of the room, assuming that itâs the right one and open it without knocking.
The first thing that hit you was the fresh scent of jasmines and apricot, two flavours that you would never expect to be mixed together, but worked so well. You took in the surroundings of the large room next, admiring the rather dark academic route it took in terms of design with the large brown curtains hanging over the windows, the low level lighting hanging above your head. The closet was large and the doors were made out tempered, coloured glass, a rather brave choice but it seemed to contribute to the overall look of the room.
Seeing a couch with a coffee table at a corner, you decided to set your bag aside there while you admired the rest of the properties. You never took him for someone whoâd have such a good taste for details, especially in terms of decor but he seemed to have exceeded your expectations of him. Even the floor is made up of mahogany wood board as opposed to the rest of the marble floors in the house.
You walk up to the medium sized reading table, admiring the hanging shelves over it stacked with books. The table was as clean as the rest of the room, each knick-knack and stationery arranged accordingly. Your eyes caught sight of the trophy case standing next to the closet in its own case and you walked up to it, admiring the sheer size. It was to be expected, since he had been on the varsity of his school team and was really good at sports. You take up one hand and trace a line over the case, carefully looking at the achievements.
â1st place at the Wimbledon championship, Male singlesâ
âInteresting, I didnât know Yuuji played tennis. I thought he mostly focused on basketball and track and field in school- oh, oh no-â
The second you read the next line your heart dropped to your stomach.
âZenin Megumiâ
Fuck, you were the wrong room. You should have known, the level organisation of this room and the lack of Jennifer Lawrence posters on the wall was too suspicious.
âI need to get out of this room as fast as possible-â
âWhat the hell are you doing in my room?â
As if things couldnât get any worse.
Your body grew rigid at the sound of a male voice right behind you, too scared to turn around, sweating bullets despite the air conditioning of the room at being caught red handed like a fucking creep in some random guys room.
âOh god, how am I going to explain myself that it was an accident and I was going to Yuujiâs room?â
âIâm very sure I asked you a question. What the fuck are you doing in my room?â
Wait. That voice.
They say when you spend time away from someone, you usually forget a lot of things, like their scent, the sound of their voice, and even the way they look. But not you. You remember that voice as clear as a day. You know that Megumi Fushiguroâs voice deepened rather early, you know that bored, dead tone from anywhere, even in your grave.
The dots began to connect in your head as you matched the name to his voice.
âIt canât beâŠâÂ
You turn around, heart thumping loudly in your chest as you turn to look at the man standing behind you, glossy eyes taking in the features. The dark spiky hair that always seemed difficult to maintain, the blue eyes staring down at you, the slope of his nose, his lips, even his imposing height - being far taller than all those years ago.
âMegumi?â
Tears of joy blind you to the way his jaw tenses and without thinking, you engulf him in a warm hug, pressing your teary face into his broad chest.
âOh, Iâm so glad to see you. Iâve looked for you everywhere.â You blab, not realising how rigid he stood, not returning your hug. You assumed itâs because heâs not an affectionate person, and youâve never minded it. âI missed you so much. I asked everyone that knew you and you were just gone-â
âHey, Megs, have you seen my sister? I told her to wait for me in my room but I think she came into yours- oh, am I interrupting something?â
All it took was Yuuji coming into the room for you to be dragged back into reality, because Megumi is quick to place two hands on your shoulders, his grip nearly vice-like and pried you off himself before roughly shoving you towards your step brother. You let out a pained gasp as Yuuji catches you in time.
âMegumi what the fuck is your issue?â
You cannot see his facial expression, but you can feel his steely, unwelcoming gaze burning holes at the back of your head, making your heart drop further. âYouâd do the same thing too if a random stranger hugged you out of nowhere.â
âShe is not a stranger, sheâs my sister and you donât get to manhandle her the way you do to your other girls. Even if sheâs in the wrong.â
âWell tell your step-sister to get her bag off my couch and take her out of here before I come back.â he snapped back.
You canât believe your ears. Sure, you look different from how you did five years prior but was it so bad he couldnât recognize you?Â
Youâre brought out of your thoughts when the dark haired man walks past you both and without thinking you push Yuuji away, attempting to follow him. Your step-brother comes between you and the door, holding you by your forearms to prevent you from following Megumi.
âNo, (name), stop. Just tell me whatâs going on-âÂ
You stay mute, evading Yuujiâs grasp and dash out of the door, following after Megumi. His legs were longer than yours and you had to speed up, nearly tripping on the stairs as you followed him into the common room, Yuuji not too far off. You reached him, grasping his wrist in a desperate attempt to get his attention. He freezes for a second but soon his shock turns to anger as he swivels his head to look at you.
âWhat the hell do you want?â He barked.
You flinch, remembering how frightening he could be when he lost his temper but push down your fear to look up at him, your gaze soft as you try to remind him that it's you. âG-gumi it's me!â You stutter out, trembling as you jumble through your words. â(Name) (last name)... w-we went to school together, you can recognize m-me right?â
It only seems like youâre making things worse, because heâs looking at you like he wants to wrap his hands around your throat and kill you for touching him. He yanks his hand away from you, his lips curled up in a sneer. âKeep following me around and you wonât be recognizable for long.â
No, no, this isnât right. Sure Megumi was so hostile but not like this to you. He would never, ever threaten to put his hands on you, not even as a joke. This isnât the Megumi you know, this cannot be the person you idolised, that you loved all those years.
This stranger is wearing Megumiâs face, saying things that your Gumi would never EVER say.
He walked away and you followed him down the stairs into the living room, ignoring the surprised stares of other frat members, watching you call after him desperately, â âGumi, Gumi! Wait, itâs me! I-i still have the bracelet we made together-â not caring how crazy you looked now. You need to understand why the hell Megumi was treating you like heâs never met you before, there has to be an explanation.
He doesnât turn around or pay attention to your incessant cries, maintaining his ignorance. âGet lost. I donât know you.â he says casually, almost as if he seems amused youâre embarrassing yourself. âYuuji, get your crazy sister away from me.â
You feel lost, heart dropping to your feet at his words. Being reduced to nothing but a mere stranger after years of pining for him. Shame crawls up to your skin as you feel the entire house look at you like youâve truly lost your mind for chasing after Megumi, humbling you completely. Yuuji catches up to you, a hand wrapped around your arm, trying to tug you away gently, but youâre rooted to the spot, unable to move.
âT-thereâs no way.â Your head spins, trying to figure out what you did to offend him. Where did it all go wrong? Wasnât this supposed to be the both of you reuniting? Rekindling your relationship? Even if he just acknowledged knowing you, you would have been satisfied. So why was he acting this way? âDoes he truly not remember me? Or⊠is he⊠trying to pretend I donât exist?â
Thereâs only one way to figure it out. There is one name that Megumi would answer to, no matter what.
âYou say you donât remember me, but we both know thatâs not true.â You push Yuuji off again and tell him to stay out of it, taking a step forward with your back straight. It takes everything in you to keep your composure, not wanting to cry in front of these men. âEven after all these years, I can still tell itâs you. Have I changed so much you canât recognize me?â
âCan you stop this madness-â
âLook me in eye and tell me that you donât remember me Fushiguro-kun!â
The entire house goes silent. Youâre breathing hard as Megumi abruptly stops in his tracks, slowly turning around to look at you. Your mouth goes dry when you see a flicker of fury in those blue eyes, before he masks it with a cold gaze.
âYou really canât take a hint, can you (name)? Years of maturing and youâre still so stupid.â
The way his tone is so even, without any hint of emotion feels like an ice bucket of water has been thrown on you.Â
âIs that all you have to say?â Your voice is trembling as you look at him incredulously. âAfter disappearing for five fucking years on me without a trace? All this time, I cried and waited for you! I thought something bad had happened to you-â
âHow is that my problem?â He scoffed, now folding his arms across his chest, staring down at you like youâre the dirt beneath his feet and you instantly shrink underneath his gaze. âDonât tell me youâre still obsessed with me? For five years? Thatâs really pathetic.â
Pathetic? How is it pathetic to be in love with someone who was supposed to love you back? Were you really pathetic to keep him in your heart all these years? âI-i donât understand, y-you asked me to be your girlfriend right before you left! Y-you said you liked me-â
âWe were in high school. I was a horny teenager and you were there. I said something nice so that I could mess around with you.â He groaned, uncaring that his words were hurting you. That he was admitting to just seeing you as a means to an end. âDonât tell me all these years you believed the shit I said about liking you?â
âThis canât be right.â Your eyes are wide with shock, unable to comprehend the madness coming out from his mouth. Each word that he uttered takes apart your fragile heart piece by piece until there is almost nothing left, your frustration and anger rising with the entire situation. âNo, no- this isnât Gumi. He-heâd never do this to m-me-â
âI-i kept the bracelet we both made, to carry u-us with each other-â
âYou mean the one with your nickname you gave to me? I threw it away the second I left for a new school.â He looks down at your wrist, a wry smile forming on his lips as he chuckles darkly. âSeems like you still wear yours.â
Your face felt hot as all eyes fell on you, embarrassment flooding your features. Megumi had practically made it known that you were nothing to him and he didnât even consider you once when he left, in front of all of his frat members, while you pined after him like a desperate girl.
Thinking back to high school, it made sense now that he never loved you. He was always cold to you until you begged him. He refused to be seen with you in public but would make out with you in hidden corners of the school, then go back to pretending he doesnât know you in front of his friends.
For years you had this idealised version of your Gumi in your head but now you realised you chose to believe in your own delusions.
You kept his sweater, his pictures, his gifts in a special box and his memories in your heart. You cried over him until you got ill when he disappeared and you even tried to run away from home to find him. You refused to date guys Mai would push your way because you were waiting for him.
You gave away five years of your happiness crying over someone that hates you.
You watch through teary eyes as Megumi leans close enough to you until his breath tickles your ears, whispering in a harsh voice, just for you to hear.
âDid you really think Iâd like you now because youâre dressed like a skank? Wear all the fancy clothes you want, youâll always be an insecure whiny brat who looks for affection everywhere but wonât find it.â
âYouâre lying.â You spit back. You want to hurt him back, to make him feel the same way heâs made you feel; angry, humiliated. âThere are tons of guys who will be lining up to fuck me the second I give the green light.â
âExactly. Theyâll want to fuck you, but theyâll never ever date you.â
Any form of self-worth or self-confidence you might have built up, came crashing down the second he said those words. Youâre left standing there as he stood upright again, frozen at the way his words managed to unearth the insecurities youâve tried your best to hide. You look at Megumi with tears in your eyes, defiant before taking a deep breath and composing yourself, blinking away tears.
Five years ago, if he had said these things to you, you would have cried. But youâre not a kid and youâd be damned if you shed tears for him in front of all the Alpha Beta boys and looked more pathetic than you already were.
âYuuji, pass me my bag.â
Your step-brother holds it out for you, and without looking, you snatched it out of his hand. At least, heâs not trying to act like a good brother and getting in between your fight with Megumi. Maybe he knows it would make the situation worse.
You look at Megumi again, your once adoring gaze turned to that of anger and sadness. By God, he had become more handsome than ever, but it seems the Zeninâs have rottened him to the core. You look at his eyes again and see that his eyes are dull, like there is no life in them; like heâs dealing with perpetual sadness. He was always depressed in high school and you considered using the fact he used to cut the pain away too often to hurt him, but ultimately decided against it.
You were not going down that road. You still loved him more than you wanted to hurt him, even if it felt pathetic to do so like he said.
âYouâre right.â You begin, a sad smile forming on your lips. âIâm pathetic. But at least Iâm not as miserable as you are. Have a nice life, Zenin.â
With that, you walk past him with your head held up high and leave the frat house with a forced smile, ignoring the way your legs felt like jelly. Itâs not until you enter a shuttle towards the Kappa sorority house that the crushing weight of humiliation and betrayal wears you down that you burst into tears.
Bonus:
âFuck, (name), keep squeezing me like that, Shiitttâ
Megumi knows heâs a piece of shit. Ever since he entered the Zenin household and shed his Fushiguro last name, heâs been hitting one low to another, seemingly unaware of where the rock bottom is. He knows heâs done abhorrent, corrupt things that normal people would scrunch their nose in disgust. The Zeninâs are never afraid to get their hands dirty and he had to learn that at an early age if he had any chance of surviving that household.
But this was a new low, even for him.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, hair sticking to his forehead, glistening down his muscular body. His hips give timed thrusts, angled just right to send pleasurable waves through his body, hitting the right spot for the girl under him. Each movement elicits a soft moan from Hana, muffled by the position she was in; face down on his king sized bed with his hand pressing her face against the pillow, her torso held up by his arm around it whilst his cock pistoned in and out of her poor abused pussy.
On a normal day, it fed his large ego if she was crying out his name for everyone to hear it. He secretly prided himself in ruining a girl, making her cry for him and then tossing her aside. And they always crawl back, eager to do whatever he wants and give in to his selfish needs, no matter how shitty he treats them.
But today, he didnât want to hear Hana say his name. He wished it was you.
And by god he hated it. He hated you so much.
If there was anything about you that never changed, itâs how you saw through him. Right in high school, you always knew when he was upset, even when he didn't say anything or act out; those times you would sit in silence and push your favourite strawberry yoghurt in his hands to make him feel better. Even in the midst of him tearing you apart, you had the audacity to call him miserable.
And he knows youâre right, but hearing it come out from your mouth hurts him, opening up a part of him that he buried in his heart.
How dare you make him feel vulnerable?
He wishes it was you he had in this position, but instead of pushing your head down, heâd grab you by your neck and make the entire house hear you cry. Heâd fuck you like a slut, make you cum all over his cock so hard multiple times, until you couldnât think about it. He wishes itâs your cunt he was fucking like a mad man, that was squeezing him like this so deliciously as he angled it to your g-spot, hearing your sharp in take of breath, trying to stave your orgasm off.
Thereâs a burning sensation at the back of his mind that aches for your body. He wants to be the one youâre the most vulnerable with, so that he can throw it back in your face. He wants to take his misery out on you.
 â âs too much, tâmuch- Gumi gonna cum-â
âShut upâ he snarled at her angrily. She called him that stupid name you always call him. No matter what he does, you keep haunting him everywhere he goes. âYouâll put me off if you talk. Just cum.â
And goodness, Hana has no self-worth as she cums hard, crying out his name over and over again. Megumi pretends it's your voice, that itâs you whining for him and it pushes him over the edge. He cums hard into the condom with a quiet groan, his body violently trembling as he rides his high, your face at the back of his mind until heâs spent.
He slowly removes his hand off her head and drags his cock out, letting her body fall limp onto his bed. He rolled over to face the ceiling in an attempt to catch his breath from having the best orgasm of his life.
Because he was thinking about you.
He knows itâs definitely not love. He doesnât love anyone and he doesnât care about anyone else beyond what he can gain. And he definitely enjoyed hurting you, making you cry. He enjoyed dragging you down to his level and heâs sure thatâs not what someone who is in love does to the person they care about.
He is brought out of his thoughts when Hana rolls on her back, white hair splayed on his pillows, frowning like sheâs dissatisfied with something he did.
Which is weird, heâs sure he made her cum.
Normally, he didnât care and he would never ask, but today, heâs feeling a bit generous. "Whatâs up with you?â He asked. âYou didnât like it?â
There is a nervous pause, with her biting her lip anxiously, like sheâs afraid of saying something that would offend him. Itâs clear that whatever has been on her mind must be serious. Eventually, she takes a deep breath and starts talking.
âN-no, I liked todayâs session, itâs justâŠâ she mumbled, biting her lip nervously. Megumi raised a brow at her statement. âItâs just what? Spit it out.â
âYou kept on calling me (name).â
âFuck.â
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First Crush
You've been working at Avenger's Tower for a few weeks as one of Nick Fury's executive assistants. It's a demanding job and the hours are sometimes unpredictable, but the pay is amazing. As a single mother, it's hard to turn down good money. You were determined to make this work.
The sun was just brightening the sky when you are rudely woken up by a foot to the shoulder. Peeking out of one eye, you see a little foot resting up against your shoulder. Why does this child sleep so wildly? Rolling to the side, you have a second of peace before you're kicked between your shoulder blades. You groan & feel little hands grip your hips, and another jab between your shoulders as your baby tries to pull herself up. "Mama?" You're silent, pretending to sleep. You feel the weight of her little body leaning on your shoulder and her warm breath in your ear. "Mama? Are you sleep?" You feel her fingers try to pry your eyes open.
You roll over on your back so she's stuck between you and the mattress, "I'm awake now." Her giggle is music to your ears.
"Mama! Moof! I'm stuck." You feel her squirming beneath you.
You move gathering her to you, "G'morning, Abby." Showering her with kisses. Your phone rings from the nightstand. Grabbing it, you see it's work & you quickly answer it. The person scheduled to work, got into a car accident on the way in. You let them know you have your daughter, and don't have a babysitter today, but they are desperate. They tell you to bring her in & she can stay in your office with you. Sighing, you hang up & look down at your daughter, "Want to visit Mommy's work?"
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You make it to work with Abby in tow. You spread a blanket on the floor next to your desk & set up her toys. The morning runs smoothly and you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You feel eyes on you and Abby, but you try to ignore them. It's hard when Abby is smiling and waving at everyone she sees. "OH! Mama, lookit!" She lets go of your hand & waddles off.
"Abby, no. Come back here." You place your tray of food on the table & follow, her. Oh, no no no. She makes her way directly to Bucky Barnes. He's intimidated you since you started. You haven't seen him smile. He's with a constant frown or glare on his face. Currently he's having lunch with Captain Rogers and Black Widow. "Abby," you hiss.
"Hi," she taps his thigh and smiles at everyone at the table.
Grabbing her hand, "I...I"m so sorry." You try to tug her away, but she just leans up against Bucky's leg.
Steve smiles, "Who do we have here?"
She looks up at Bucky even though Steve asked the question, "I'm Abigail Rose."
Bucky looks confused but Steve and Nat can't help the smile on their faces. "it's nice to meet you," Steve tries again, but your daughter only has eyes for Bucky. She props her elbow on his lap, staring up at him.
You are mortified. "Ok, Abby. You need to eat your lunch. Your food is getting cold."
Abby places her hand on Bucky's Vibranium arm, "But Mama, look how pretty! I loves it. Does it make yous strong? " Steve & Nat laugh.
"I'm so sorry," giving Bucky an apologetic look. "Yes, it's very nice, He's very...strong. Let's let the nice people finish their lunch." You feel flushed & want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
She takes your hand but returns to Bucky and peels one of the many stickers on her shirt off & places it on his arm, giving him a flirty smile before returning to you. His blue eyes meet yours & a hint of a smile touches his lips.
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Do you think you can do obsessive Wednesday headcannons? If u can thanks. Also love your headcannons
obsessive wednesday addams headcanons
okay so she may definitely be borderline stalking you a little but itâs out of love, mate. thank you to the anon who submitted, this was fun to think about and thank you for the compliment! genuinely so sorry for the delay, i've been working on so much stuff it's been insane
you see each other for the first time while she's touring nevermore with enid, wandering the greens on a warm day, and you're sitting under a tree in the shade, at the opposite end with a textbook in your hands and a notebook. you both look up and see each other, and wednesday is immediately transfixed. you just look back down and do your homework
she immediately asks enid who you are, trying to seem disinterested, but enid just shrugs and tells her your name. she learns you live in the hall across from hers and finds herself watching doors for when you come in and out, even if she herself has yet to actually talk to you
she's definitely a little bit disgusted by herself, and how much she clearly wants you right away. it's giving her annoying flashbacks to how much her father is obsessed with her mother, and she realises she does in fact have a crush when she catches herself watching the back of your head in class
you catch her staring once, and send her a kind smile, but you're definitely a bit wary of her, considering there are rumours she killed people at her old school. even though you find her breathtakingly pretty, you're a bit worried by how she's staring at you, that maybe you might be her next victim
you actually strike up a conversation with her first, trying to be kind and welcoming, and wednesday just stares back at you with a blank face, not saying anything and struggling to compute. it's very funny, and wednesday.exe has stopped working. she just watches you talk
'blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff'
she has to talk to you next, trying to make up for your weird, one sided conversation. she definitely still has her quirks, but you kind of roll with it, becoming one of her closest allies and friends
once you do actually get together after getting caught in the rain during an investigation and kissing, you start to notice how much wednesday actually listens to you. not in that way where friends listen to each other, but how she laser focuses in on the things you'll say
out of nowhere, she'll buy tickets for a date night, to go see a movie you offhandedly mentioned three weeks ago and never again. she's full of small gifts like that
for your birthday, she buys you a perfume/cologne that's very expensive and you wore six months ago, before you were even dating. you never even told her the scent name or anything, but she somehow figures it out and buys you it with a small note that says 'mi amor' with a small 'w' at the bottom
when you open up to her about your family and stuff, she acts as if she didn't know you had siblings or anything about your parents, but she absolutely, definitely already googled them with help from enid and knows about some of the things you bring up
you're not too sure, but it's possible she has a file on you somewhere in her room. you wouldn't be surprised, still struggling to understand how she remembers all of this stuff you say. she listens to you ramble about anything, and you know she really is truly listening, and not just hearing, like exes have in the past
your exes still do bother her a little. not in a way that she'll ever mention to you out loud, but she'll grip your hand a bit tighter as if trying to hold you to herself, or dramatically roll her eyes if they ever come up in conversation
you'll find old sweaters of yours in wednesday and enid's shared room, thrown over her chair or hung up in her closet. you remember giving her one or two, but not as many as she has, and she has to explain to you, while a little bid of red peeks onto her pale face, that she likes that they smell like you. she of course tells you, "don't get obnoxious about this," afterwards, but you just smile and shake your head. once you're done hanging out that night, you leave your hoodie on her bed while she goes to brush her teeth, and slip out with a single goodbye kiss, leaving it for her to find
she likes how warm you feel to the touch. she doesn't usually like warm things, but she'll lay right on top of you and tuck her head into the crook of your neck or right under your chin
wednesday memorises the curves and planes of your body, and she loves the familiarity it brings after a long day. it does quite genuinely feel like home to her, when she's laying against you
when you have a petty argument that's far from anything serious, you wake up in the middle of the night during a rainstorm, to see wednesday, sopping with rain in the middle of your room. her lip is bit, like she's stopping herself from crying, water dripping from her bangs, and she begs you not to go, apologising right there on the spot. it's a softness that catches you off guard, and you have to dry her off and explain that you weren't going to leave her because of the disagreement
she watches you sleep sometimes, when she's snuck over to your room. she likes to watch your chest rise and fall and the level of peace on your face as you rest. she'll pretend to be asleep when you turn over or stir, and sometimes you'll smirk as she watches you and mumble, "i know you're looking, wednesday."
she denies these sorts of things, especially at first, but when you don't shame her about it or bring it up that often, she becomes more comfortable in her little quirks and obsession over you
was very cute? not sure if you wanted to go into stalker territory, but it almost somewhat did
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Reader is trying to learn German, and König finds out. Its only right that he helps teach her Ja? Makes her say filthy things to him with her none the wiser.
Pervert!König x Reader (fem)
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To say König has a crush on you would be an understatement. Heâs more soâŠobsessed with you. No matter what is going on, König makes sure to keep an extra close eye on you. Always lingering near you during training exercises or sitting close in the mess hall.
Today, as he walks into the common room, he spots you sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand. He walks behind you, trying to get a peek at what you are up to. As his eyes land on your phone, he sees the little green language app owl icon in the corner and the German flag. A rush of excitement shoots through him. German? His mother tongue? How exciting!
Acting as casually as he can, he sits down next to you on the couch. You look up and smile at him before looking back at your phone. Not that you could see it, but König smiles back at you under his mask. He struggles to come up with a way to approach the topic, so he just decides to be direct like he always is.
âSo, youâre learning German?â
You look back up from your phone and meet Königâs gaze. âYeah, Iâve been trying for a few months now. I just canât keep the habit of logging on to do so.â Your voice carries a certain lightness to it that isnât usually found on a military base.
âYou know, I have extra time on my schedule. I could help you. German is my first language, after all.â König leans back into the couch, crossing his arms.
âOh? I wouldnât want to be a bother.â Heâs the Colonel. Getting in his way is the last thing you want to do.
âNo bother at all. It would be a pleasure to help. I love when people want to learn German.â His blue eyes gaze into yours, masking his hidden agenda behind a kind look.
âI would really appreciate that, Colonel. Thank you.â
âMy office, tomorrow at 19:00.â König stands and walks away with that.
The next day, König sits at his desk, waiting eagerly for you to show up. His fingers tap on the solid wood desk before him as he watches the time. Two more minutes before he told you to appear. Where are you?
Just then, a knock sounds at the door. König perks up in his seat and looks towards the door. âCome in.â His voice carries to you on the other side of the door. You enter and see König appearing relaxed at his desk.
âHello, Colonel.â You close the door behind you.
âYou can just call me König since itâs just us.â He pulls his phone from his pocket and just holds it in his hand.
âOkay, König.â You say in a tone he can easily mistaken as flirting, and he did.
As you take a seat, his eyes follow every curve of your body. He watches the way you relax even in his presence; not something many do. Clearing his throat, he leans forward in his seat.
âSo how much German would you say you know?â
âI can only say âhalloâ and âdankeâ.â You say with a small chuckle.
âSo, you know nothing?â König laughs as he leans back. âOkay, Iâll start with some easy things.â
For the next twenty minutes he walks you through simple greetings, pulling out a pen and paper to write these down for you. He teaches you about umlauts and how theyâre pronounced. Once he feels more comfortable, he looks down at his phone and unlocked the screen. The voice recording app is open and he hits record, placing his phone face down on the table.
âNow, let's put some of these words into sentences.â A sly smirk on his face underneath his mask. âIch bin deine Hure.â
âIch bin dein Hure.â
âClose, itâs deine. Try it again.â
âIch bin deine Hure.â You say confidently, not knowing you just called yourself a whore.
âGut, das ist gut!â He can feel his cock begin to tingle at the sound of you calling yourself a whore. âOnce more before we move on.â
König relaxes in his chair as he listens to you say it loud and clear, perfectly too. He nods his head in approval. âGreat. Now letâs say, âBitte iss meine Muschiâ.â He swallows hard as he waits.
âBitte iss meine Muschi.â You repeat after him perfectly.
âAgain.â His blue eyes are glued to your lips as you speak. He canât help but to imagine them wrapped around his cock as you gag on him. He listens to you beg him to eat your pussy and its heaven. If only you really were begging.
âYouâre doing very well, y/n. Your accent isnât that bad either.â
You smile proudly at being complimented by your own Colonel on your German. âThank you, König.â
âJa, jaâŠof course. Letâs continue.â He shifts in his chair to ease the tension of his erection straining against his cargo pants. âNext is, âIch liebe deinen Schwanzâ.â
âIch liebe deinenâŠSchwanz?â You struggle with the last word, a nervous giggle in your voice.
âSchwanz, you said it right. Now again.â His eyes follow your lips closely as you say it again. You really would love his cock if you gave him a chance. Heâs never had a lover complain so far.
As you speak you watch Königâs gaze lower to your chest and back up to your lips. You think nothing of it, and just assume he was simply looking at you, not checking you out. What you donât see from where you sit is the giant tent in his pants and him biting his lip underneath the cover of his mask.
A half hour passes of him recording you saying depraved sexual things to König. Heâs made you tell him that you have a tight pussy, sweet pussy, how much youâd love to fuck and suck him. By the time he ends the session, there is a wet patch on the olive-green fabric of his pants.
âTomorrow, same time?â König asks as you stand, preparing to leave.
âThat works for me.â
âPerfect. Iâll see you then.â
König watches as you leave his office, his eyes glued to your ass swaying until the door closes. He lifts his phone and stops the recording. In a rush he locks his office door, sitting back down and opening your file on the computer so he can have a visual. He undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. As he hits play, his eyes stay focused on your photo. A low moan leaves his lips as he strokes his cock, listening to you beg to suck it on his phone.
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