#I WAS a bully in Middle School Okay I was a God Awful Kid

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Sex Education

Synopsis: In all your years of education you learned that there are many methods to study: flashcards, study groups, the pomodoro method etc. But you find that practice is better than theory. And what better way to study Biology than practice with your study buddy?

Pairing: loser!virgin!med student!Mingyu x afab!med student!reader

Genre: smut, slight crack, med school! au, mini-series

Rating: mature

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: pet names (puppy), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), creampie, size kink, choking, loss of virginity, sub!Gyu, big dick!Gyu, loser!Gyu, riding, masturbation, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: Thank you so much for helping me with the synopsis my twin @tomodachiii! As promised, here's sub!Gyu.

Thank you so much to @onlymingyus for beta reading!

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Mingyu.

That's the only thing on your mind right now—nothing else, just Mingyu. You should probably be paying attention to the lesson, but how could you, with the hot nerd sitting right within your line of sight? Okay, maybe you chose this seat specifically so you could look at him without getting caught, but still! He’s a distraction you’re more than happy to have.

You rest your chin in your hand, sighing as your eyes trace over his figure. He’s built like a Greek god—strong, tall, with perfectly styled black hair, and his large square glasses barely hide his handsome, tan face. Oh, what you’d give just to see him without those glasses on.

You’ve known Mingyu since middle school. You never really interacted, but you definitely noticed him around. Back in school, he was known as the nerdy kid with glasses and a scrawny, lanky frame to match. Shy and awkward, he was an easy target for bullies. But over the years, his muscle mass increased, and his frame filled out. It seems he’s been putting in serious hours at the gym, and it’s definitely paid off.

Although he’s the most handsome guy in med school, he’s still incredibly shy and reserved, keeping his circle small and close-knit. Despite numerous people, especially girls, trying to get closer to him, he just pushes them away. That’s why, despite your massive crush, you haven’t made a move. You’re too scared he’ll shut you out and avoid you for good.

You can't help but bite your bottom lip and squeeze your thighs together as you rake your eyes over his bulging biceps, his shirt barely able to contain the muscle. Just one chokehold; one chokehold is all you're asking for, really. You sigh once again, knowing that you'll never be able to have him.

Your train of unholy thoughts is abruptly interrupted by the sound of your professor calling your name. Startled, you sit up and look towards him.

"Miss Y/N, are you even paying attention?" Prof. Choi huffs, crossing his arms.

"Of course I am, professor," you reply, flashing the sweetest smile you can manage.

"Then, for the third time, please answer the question on the board," he says, gesturing to the problem.

"Uh��" you trail off, completely lost.

Prof. Choi sighs and tells you to see him after class, to which you reluctantly agree. You sink into your chair, dreading what’s to come. Shaking your head, you let out a sigh and shifted your gaze back to Mingyu, watching in awe as he effortlessly answered the very question you stumbled over. Tall, muscular, hot, and smart—he really is the perfect guy.

You grumble as Prof. Choi calls your name, sabotaging your plan to slip out of class. Sighing, you drag yourself over to his desk, only to be surprised when Mingyu joins you. You glance between Mingyu and Prof. Choi, waiting for an explanation.

"Y/N, I’ll get straight to the point—you’re failing this class," Prof. Choi says. "At this rate, I’m not sure you'll be able to move on to the next year."

Well, it’s not your fault that a hot distraction named Kim Mingyu exists.

"That’s why I’ve assigned Mingyu here as your tutor to help you pass," he says, nodding toward Mingyu.

Your eyes widen, and you struggle to suppress a smile. Mingyu tutoring you? Spending time alone with him? This feels like a dream come true. You silently thank both Prof. Choi and the heavens for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Mingyu gives you a shy smile. "I hope we can get along well," he says, extending his hand.

You gratefully take it, noticing the blush coloring his cheeks.

"Please take good care of me, Mingyu," you say, beaming, already looking forward to your tutoring sessions.

You smooth out your skirt one last time before opening the door for Mingyu. You made sure to wear your sluttiest outfit today. After insisting that your brain works better when you study in your room, Mingyu shyly agreed to hold the tutoring sessions there.

You smile and step aside to let him in, watching as he sheepishly steps into your house. Making sure your ass is sticking out, you made him follow you upstairs to your room.

You sat down on your bed, subtly raising your skirt, and gestured for Mingyu to take a seat next to you. He awkwardly took his seat and started pulling out his notes.

He keeps his eyes on his notes as he starts explaining today’s lesson—something about the Krebs cycle, though you’re not really listening. You’re too busy admiring his handsome face. You twirl a strand of hair and blink sweetly as you ask (hopefully relevant) questions, but he barely glances at you while answering.

After what feels like hours of studying (it’s been 30 minutes), you whine and beg him for a break, and he blushes as he agrees.

"Would you like some snacks? Or maybe water or juice?" you ask, perking up.

"Just a glass of water is fine," he mumbles, still focused on his notes.

You nod and grab a glass of water for him and a snack for yourself. Returning, you hand him the water with a smile, which he accepts with a quiet “thank you,” while you peel your banana for your snack.

You lick the tip of the banana before biting down on it, smirking when you see Mingyu gulping at your actions. Noticing you looking at him, he blushes and quickly averts his gaze.

"Want a bite?" You offer him with a sultry smirk.

"N-No, thank you," he mumbles, his ears turning red.

You giggle as you finish your banana and scoot a little closer, prompting him to continue the lesson. But he’s a stuttering mess, tripping over his words and repeatedly asking for more water to soothe his suddenly dry throat.

After stuttering his way through, Mingyu finally managed to finish the lesson. Sore from having hunched over, you stretch, not so subtly pressing your chest against his arm. Mingyu flushes, quickly gathering his notes and mumbling something about being late for a gaming session with Wonwoo.

You see him out, throwing in a wink and waving goodbye. You watch as he stumbles a bit while getting onto his Vespa and driving off. Chuckling to yourself, you can't help but smile at how cute he is.

The rest of the tutoring sessions go the same way: you not-so-subtly flirt with Mingyu, while he either purposely ignores it or remains completely oblivious. You even try to out-slut your outfits with every tutoring session, but nothing seems to work.

One night, after yet another session, you lie in bed, frustrated that Mingyu isn’t picking up on your very obvious hints. Who knew the loser nerd would actually turn out to be a huge loser? You sigh, but him being a huge loser is what you find most endearing about him.

You bite your lip, remembering what he wore today—a black polo that stretched perfectly over his muscles, jeans that hugged his thighs just right, and of course, those thick black frames.

You can't help but sneak your hand down your torso as you remember how his arm felt pressed against your boobs. They felt so strong and firm, you bet that he could easily carry you and fuck you mid-air.

You shiver as your hand sneaks under your panties. You circle your pussy, collecting your arousal before pushing a finger into your hole, sighing at the slight stretch. You moan at the thought of Mingyu's fingers being way bigger than yours. His fingers would stretch you out so well before he finally fucks you with his huge cock.

You insert another finger and start thrusting your fingers, moaning out Mingyu's name. You imagine him hovering over you as he relentlessly thrusts into you, groaning your name right beside your ear. He'd growl as your fingers rake his back, leaving angry red marks. You'd wrap your legs around his hips and push him in deeper, making him breed you.

Your other hand circles your clit as you feel yourself getting to the edge. You imagine him thrusting from behind as his large bicep chokes you, putting just enough pressure to heighten the pleasure. He'd whimper and moan in your ear, letting you know how good you feel wrapped around him. He'd fill you up with his cum, again and again, and again, until the sheets underneath you are soaked with your mixed fluids.

Your breath hitches as you cum, whispering his name like a prayer, hoping that if you say it enough times, he’ll appear before you and make your dreams come true.

But he doesn't, and you're left lying in bed, sticky, sweaty, and alone.

You yawn for the umpteenth time as Mingyu drones on about anatomy; you're sure your brain has shut down by now. You sigh as you lean back onto the bed, too tired even to sit up.

"Mingyu, can we please take a break? I don't think my brain can take any more of this," you groan, resting your arm over your eyes.

"U-Uh, yeah, sure," Mingyu mumbles, fiddling with his notes. "We could always switch to a different topic if you want a change of pace…"

"What's the next topic?"

"The reproductive system."

Your eyebrows shoot up, and a smirk paints your face as an idea pops into your head. You sit up and grin at Mingyu.

"Sure, let's learn about the reproductive system."

Happy that you're finally interested in a topic, Mingyu gathers his notes and starts to explain. After about 15 minutes of explanation, you put your hand over his and gently push away his notes.

"Mingyu, I don’t understand the topic at all," you say with a pout, shifting to sit directly in front of him. His face turns bright red, clearly flustered. "I think it would help if we put the theory into practice so I can learn better," you purr.

Mingyu stumbles over his words, stuttering, his brain clearly short-circuiting. You giggle at his flustered state and shift to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of him.

"Will you let me use you to put the theory into practice, Mingyu?" you ask, tilting your head with a pout as you gently cup his face.

"I-I’m not sure h-how…" Mingyu stammers, swallowing hard.

"Oh, you poor thing," you coo. "It's okay, I'll guide you, puppy. Will you let me?"

He licks his lips and lets out a shaky breath before giving a small nod.

"Don't worry, puppy, I'll make sure to take good care of you," you hum as you gently remove his glasses.

He blinks and looks up at you, lips parted and cheeks flushed. You take a moment to admire his handsome face without the glasses. Cupping his face, your eyes trace over his features—his strong jawline, his parted lips, and the small mole on the tip of his nose. Unable to resist, you lean in and place a gentle kiss there, making him shiver.

"Can I kiss you, puppy?" You whisper.

"P-Please," he whimpers, and you can't help but smile over how pathetic he sounds.

You lean in and press your lips against his, and he kisses back desperately, hungry for your lips. You chuckle into the kiss, his inexperience showing with every hesitant movement. When you pull back, he leans forward, chasing your lips and letting out a soft whine when you don’t return the kiss.

"Puppy, if you don't behave, I will punish you," you scowl, furrowing your eyebrows.

"'m sorry," he mumbles with a pout.

You plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, then slowly run your hands down his torso, gently squeezing each muscle through his white polo. He moans and shivers under your touch, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Puppy works hard in the gym, hm?" You giggle, squeezing his chest slightly harder, eliciting a gasp from him.

You giggle, then start slowly dragging your hands to his arms, squeezing his biceps.

"God, your arms are so big and strong," you moan, squeezing him hard. "I want you to choke me, puppy. Can you do that for me? Choke me with your biceps?"

Letting out a shaky breath, he nods. You shift, pressing your back against his chest. He gently puts you into a chokehold and squeezes his arm slightly. Your eyes roll back, and a moan slips from your lips when you feel his biceps push against your throat.

You can't help but feel small in Mingyu's hold; he's just so big and beefy. You grind your hips against him, and you feel his grip faltering. He whimpers and pushes his erection against your butt.

"P-Please, I can't. I-It hurts," he whimpers against your ear.

You sneak down your hand and palm him through his jeans, making him groan and buck your hips against your palm.

"Need me to take care of your problem puppy?" You giggle, palming him roughly.

"Please," he strains out, choking back a moan.

He releases you from the chokehold, and you quickly clamber over to grab the bottle of lube you've stashed on the side table. You look over to see that he's already pushed his jeans and boxers down and freed his aching cock.

"Impatient are we now, puppy?" You chuckle, making his cheeks heat up.

Locking eyes with him, you give him a sultry look as you slowly peel off your panties but keep your skirt on. He gulps hard, shifting in place, anticipating your next move.

Biting your lip, you slowly crawl back over to him. You pour lube all over his cock and give him a few pumps, he whines your name and bucks his hips, making you giggle.

"Gonna make you feel so good, puppy," you whisper as you shift to hover over him.

You grab onto his shoulders and slowly sink onto his big cock, the stretch making you moan out loud. Mingyu whines and groans under you, his hands fly to your hips, fingers digging into you.

"F-Fuck," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as your warmth slowly envelopes him.

Your mouth goes agape, and your eyes roll back when you feel his tip kiss your cervix.

"M-Move, please move. I-I can't," he begs, muscles straining under you.

You slowly lift yourself and slam back down onto him, making the both of you moan out loud. Slowly picking up your pace, you start riding him. He becomes a blubbering mess under you, moaning your name and whining at how good it feels.

"Look at the mess we're making, puppy," you pant out, lifting your skirt and showing him the sticky mess forming at the base of his cock.

He looks down at where both of you are connected and moans. He starts picking you up and slamming you down at an animalistic pace, his hips meeting you halfway. You squeal at the feeling of him rutting into you.

Unable to hold back any longer, he cums hard, filling you up to the brim with his seeds. Desperate to reach your high, you continue to ride him despite his chokes and whimpers. You capture his lips into a messy kiss to distract him from the overstimulation.

"C-Circle my clit," you mumble in between the kiss, and he complies, his hand immediately sneaking down and rubbing your clit in circles.

You yell his name as you cum around him, squeezing every drop of cum out of him. Mingyu moans, and a few tears slip from his eyes at the feeling of you squeezing him with a vice-like grip.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, your head resting on Mingyu’s shoulder as he leans back against the headboard. Licking your lips, you cup his face and look into his dazed eyes.

"You did so well, puppy," you coo, watching him blush and give you a fucked-out smile.

"But I don't think I've fully understood the topic yet. Maybe we should go over it again, just to be sure," you say before smashing your lips on his again.

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"Put Your Gloves Up" - Warriors Concept Album fanfic (part 7/?)

More flirting, more Mercy mention, more dyke drama. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

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Ajax leaned against the wall beside Rembrandt’s in-progress painting. She held Rembrandt’s sketchbook, flicking through the pages while Rembrandt focused on her paint cans and the mural slowly coming into shape through the layers. When anyone else held her sketchbook, Rembrandt had always been extremely strict on “I showed you this page so do not go looking at other pages” but with Ajax, she honestly didn’t mind it. She liked Ajax’s ghost of a smile and Ajax kept her thumb on the sketch Rembrandt needed to see when she asked, so she didn’t mind it. 

“So,” Ajax said as Rembrandt began blocking out a human silhouette. “What’s up with the mask?”

“I don’t want to be blowing rainbow snot for the next week,” Rembrandt said simply. “Also don’t want to get high off the fumes and shit.”

Ajax raised an eyebrow. “Should I have a mask?”

“I think you’re fine. You don’t have your face in the middle of it like I do.”

“Fair enough.” Ajax flipped through the sketchbook, pausing to brush her fingers over a page. “Hey, I got a question.”

Rembrandt paused. She dropped her can and glanced at Ajax out of the corner of her eye. “Tell me what drawing you’re looking at first.”

“Swan’s portrait.”

“Which one?” Rembrandt asked. Ajax held up the sketchbook to show her. It was Swan, asleep, her face calm and untroubled, drawn in dark monochromatic blues with a golden sunbeam falling across one eye. Rembrandt smirked, a little sadly. That was meant to be a present, but she never finished it. She turned back to the mural. “What’s your question?”

“How did you fall in with Swan?”

Rembrandt chuckled to herself. “God, we were in third grade, I think? Maybe fourth. I was already an easy target for bullies and she was the new kid in class so we just… started sitting together. She was already a fighter even when we were kids so she had my back. Even the times she was in juvie, she somehow found a way to watch out for me. Then we met Fox in middle school and she started tagging along and it was just the three of us for a long time before Swan dropped out and started living with Cleon.”

“Aw, childhood best friends. That’s cute.” 

“I guess?” Rembrandt laughed. “How did you fall in with Cochise?”

“Met her through Cleon. I used to be kind of a punk-”

“Used to be?” Rembrandt teased.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Ajax deadpanned. “Anyway, I used to cause some trouble around the neighborhood and Cleon decided she could turn that energy into something more constructive and helped me out. I have her to thank for almost everything.” 

“Yeah. Me too. I’d only met her twice when she offered me a bed at her place. If it weren’t for her, I don’t know where I’d be right now.” Rembrandt paused. “If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be dead.”

Ajax shrugged. “You looked like you needed a little help.” 

“What were you even doing out that night?”

“Just wandering. I do that when I can’t sleep sometimes. Cleon taught me. Can’t sleep, take a walk. About to lose my temper, take a walk. If I can’t remove myself, take three deep breaths. That’s part of the reason she asked Cochise to get me security work. Physical activity helps emotional issues, I guess. It’s better than Cochise’s talk therapy,” she laughed. 

“Cochise does therapy?” 

“It’s stuff she learned from a veterans support group.” 

“Oh, yeah. I forgot she was in the military.”

“Combat medic. Girl’s seen some shit.” Ajax turned another page in the sketchbook. “These are really good.”

“Thanks.”

“They’re like the stuff you see in the MET.”

“Okay, now you’re exaggerating.” 

“No, I mean it. How’d you get into the art stuff, anyway?”

Rembrandt shrugged one shoulder. “I always liked to draw. When I was a kid, I had this art teacher who gave me supplies she was gonna throw away. Broken crayons, stubs of colored pencils, shit like that. I bought what I could and stole what I couldn’t, Swan helped me get supplies, and then I started really looking at the graffiti around the city and got some spray paints and…” Rembrandt stepped back from the mural and pulled off her mask. “Now I do this.” 

Ajax pushed herself off the wall, coming to stand beside Rembrandt. Sprayed across the wall was a faceless figure in a bright hoodie and mask, backdropped by a melting technicolor city; what Rembrandt assumed one might see if they dropped a shit ton of acid and stood on the very top of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was admittedly almost a self portrait, down to the shredded sleeves and the worn out Converse. Ajax whistled and crossed her arms as Rembrandt grabbed a skinny capped black spray paint can. In the bottom corner of the mural, she quickly scrawled her artist’s tag. 

Ajax cocked her head to the side. “Why do you sign it?”

“So other artists know to back the fuck off my turf,” Rembrandt said with a smirk, earning her a cackle from Ajax.

“Yeah, definitely good you’re running with Cleon now.” She peeked at her phone screen. “It’s still early. You got any other plans?”

“Honestly, I should get back. Cleon doesn’t exactly know that I’m gone.” 

“Thought you said she and Swanie were in the Bronx until morning.”

“I don’t want to push it.”

“That’s fair. C’mon, I’ll walk you.” 

The trip back to Cleon’s apartment was filled with light, easy conversation. That was the thing about Ajax: it was so easy to talk to her. The conversations came naturally, and Rembrandt had never been one for talking but with Ajax she couldn’t seem to stop. As they walked, Rembrandt pointed out painted storefronts she’d been paid to decorate, and Ajax complimented them every time. Rembrandt had heard everything she said a hundred times before, but it felt different coming from her. It felt more real. Everything felt more real with her.

They walked slowly, anything to draw out the night. When they finally reached the apartment, they lingered on the stoop, Rembrandt fiddling with her keys as she leaned against the wall next to the door. 

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight,” she said quietly. “It’s been awhile since I got the chance to put up a new mural. Without, y’know, getting my ass kicked.”

“Any time. I liked watching you work.” With one hand in her jacket pocket, Ajax braced her forearm above Rembrandt’s head and leaned over her. Rembrandt completely short circuited. “You’re really talented. I can tell you’re gonna go somewhere with it. Somewhere better than Coney.”

Rembrandt grinned and chuckled, hoping she didn’t sound too nervous as she tried to keep her eyes off Ajax’s face, dangerously close to hers. “Where could be better than Coney?”

Ajax smiled. “That’s true. For real, though. You’re gonna make it big.”

“Thanks.” Rembrandt took a deep breath. “Um, would you want to do this again, maybe? I seen one of those graffiti removal vans kinda lurking around so I’m gonna have a lot more open spots pretty soon.” 

“Yeah. Lemme know when you get another free night.” 

“Are you gonna be okay walking home by yourself?”

“Pssh. I’m the toughest motherfucker in Coney Island,” Ajax said with pride, and then more sincerely, “I’m not too far from here. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Ajax.”

“Night, Rembrandt. I’ll see you.” 

“Yeah. See you.” 

Cleon and Swan were still out, luckily. Rembrandt dropped her backpack just inside her bedroom door and collapsed into bed. She laid on her back, pressing a hand over her racing heart, willing it to slow down. She laughed a little to herself, unsure of how to feel, what to think, how to bring herself off this high. 

Ajax was so close. She could have reached up and-

Rembrandt shot upright. “Nope!” she hollered to the empty room. “No! I am not thinking about that!” 

Liar.

The next morning, Rembrandt met Fox outside her apartment. The first thing the younger girl said was, “How was your date with Ajax?”

Rembrandt shoved her. “It was not a date.” 

“It sounded like a date.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

“Swan’s gonna freak if she finds out.”

“It’s not Swan’s business.” 

Fox stopped dead in her tracks. “Who are you and what have you done with Rembrandt?” 

“Huh?”

“Since when is anything you do not Swan’s business?”

“I’m grown and she’s not my girlfriend. I can talk to whoever I want.”

“But you two have always been-”

“Fox.” Rembrandt grabbed her shoulders. “I’m not dating Ajax. And it’s not Swan’s business. Got it?”

Fox grumbled uncomfortably but nodded anyway. 

At the gym that afternoon, Rembrandt tried to forgive herself for the way she immediately looked for Ajax. She spotted her near the back office, talking to a man Cochise would later tell her was the gym’s owner. Rembrandt went to meet with Cochise and left Ajax to her work. She couldn’t deny she was a little sad they didn’t get the chance to talk in person that day, but she reminded herself that this was in fact Ajax’s job and Rembrandt couldn’t always have her undivided attention. Not that she was looking for Ajax’s undivided attention, anyway. Not usually.

A few days passed before Cleon and Swan went out for the night again. Rembrandt had Ajax on the phone almost immediately, and within minutes they were walking through the dark, cold streets together, hands brushing as they went but never fully interlocked, the smiles never leaving their faces. Ajax kept her head on a swivel, which Rembrandt appreciated, eyes darting to every out of place sound. 

If there was any chance of danger, Ajax had it handled. She made that very clear. It made Rembrandt feel safer than she had in years. 

This went on for a few weeks. Swan was gone so often that Rembrandt began running out of real mural plans and just went out to touch up old paintings with Ajax, sometimes multiple nights in a row. She learned a lot about the brawler in those weeks.

Ajax loved music and wanted to be a drummer as a child but settled on collecting vintage cassette tapes.

Ajax was “sorta” afraid of heights.

Ajax thought upstate was pretty but would miss the noise of the city if she ever left.

Ajax was deeply secretive of her past and changed the subject whenever conversation veered towards it. 

Rembrandt felt… better, the more time she spent with Ajax. Lighter. Happier. To the point where Fox and Cowgirl commented on it and Swan let up on her protectiveness just a little, like she thought Rembrandt was in a better place to handle herself. Which she was. 

And then Ajax wasn’t at the gym one day. Or the next. Or the day after that. Rembrandt texted her the second day asking if she was alright, and she promised she was. She gave the excuse that she’d “worked too many hours” and the owner asked her to take a few days off work. Rembrandt wasn’t sure how much she believed that.

The night she finally got to see her again was the night she finally had to ask Cleon for permission to leave, because this time, only Swan was going out. 

Swan was going out in her nicest clothes for the night. To Manhattan. Alone. 

To meet up with that fucking chick from the Bronx.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Rembrandt badgered as Swan finished getting ready. “Where are you even going?”

“We’re just going to a club in the Village. My phone is fully charged and I’ve got money to get home. I’ll be fine, Rem, you can quit acting like she’s some kind of axe murderer.”

Hypocrite, Rembrandt thought as she followed her to the door. “She threw a bottle at your head when you first met.”

“She has a point, Swan,” Cleon called from the couch.

“Thanks for the support,” Swan deadpanned. “Rem, really, you can chill out. I’ll be home before three AM.”

“Two,” said Cleon.

“Cleon!”

“Fine. Two-thirty.”

Swan rolled her eyes as Rembrandt stifled a laugh. She pulled her into a quick hug, grabbing her keys from the hook beside the door. “I’ll text you when I’m on the train home. Get some sleep.”

“Have fun,” Rembrandt forced out. She prayed she didn’t sound as awful as she felt about this. 

She went to her room and flopped face first onto the bed. Like every other time, she gave it a minute before texting Ajax, enough to make sure Swan was well out of Coney Island. Like every other time, Ajax said she’d be there in ten. Rembrandt gathered all her courage, shouldered her backpack, and stepped out into the living room. 

Cleon glanced up at her as she stood at the edge of the couch. “Are you going to make sure Swan doesn’t get axe murdered?” the older woman joked, keeping her tone light. Because Cleon wasn’t worried. If she were worried, she wouldn’t have let Swan go.

“No, I… I wanted to know if it would be okay with you if I went out to work on a mural,” Rembrandt said. 

“You’re an adult. You don’t have to ask for my permission.”

“I’m covering my ass. Swan will lose it if I don’t let somewhere know where I am. She still thinks I’m gonna get jumped if I go out on my own at night.”

“Are you gonna be on your own?”

“No.” She shoved her hands in her pockets in an effort to stop fidgeting. “I’m going with Ajax.”

That gave Cleon pause. She raised her eyebrows. “Does Swan know that?”

“Swan doesn’t like Ajax.”

She made a face. “That’s fair. Yeah, I don’t mind. You have my number. Call me if there’s any trouble.”

Rembrandt grinned, her shoulders sagging with relief. “Thanks, Cleon.”

“Oh, wait.” Cleon stood as Rembrandt grabbed her boots. She lowered her voice. “You know that Ajax… works with me, right?”

Her smile faded. “Yeah?”

“And you know what I do?”

“What happened?”

“Just don’t freak out when you see her.” 

Rembrandt thought that was a weird warning until she was outside and finally saw Ajax for the first time in three days. “Don’t freak out” was apparently Cleon’s way of saying “she got the shit kicked out of her.” Ajax had a black eye and a badly busted lip, still healing, and one of her canines had the sharp tip chipped off. Rembrandt couldn’t see her hands, but she could imagine what they looked like: bruised to the wrist, split open and bloodied, should be bandaged but probably weren’t because Ajax flaunted injuries like war paint. 

Ajax raised her hands as Rembrandt ran over to her, and the artist got enough of a glimpse to know she was right. “I’m okay,” was the first thing to come out of her mouth. 

“Did you get hit by a train or something?” Rembrandt cried, panic rising in her chest. 

“I had to handle some business. It’s chill. I won.” 

“How many people did you fight?” 

“Not enough to beat me,” Ajax laughed. She spun and made a show of flexing. “See? Totally fine.”

Rembrandt couldn’t help but smile. “Dork.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She slung an arm over Rembrandt’s shoulders, an easy, friendly gesture, but one she hadn’t done before and one that sent Rembrandt’s mind into a spiral. “So, what are you working on tonight?”

“Just touch-ups.”

I just wanted to see you.

“I didn’t think Cleon had business tonight. Did you sneak out?”

“Cleon gave me permission.”

“And Swan?”

“She’s out with some girl.”

The night was normal, as far as their nights went. Some dickhead had scrawled a crappy tag over one of Rembrandt’s paintings. It didn’t take her long to cover it, but she moved slower than normal, not wanting to speed through and possibly cut her time with Ajax short. The more selfless part of her thought Ajax really wasn’t in any shape to be out. She caught the little hitch in her breath, the way she favored one leg and tried to keep weight off it. But every time she opened her mouth to ask, Ajax was quick to say, “I’m okay.” Like she could read her mind. 

The night was normal until Rembrandt stopped to X out the same tag that had marred her painting. A car revved around the corner. Ajax touched her shoulder, suddenly stone still as she looked in the direction of the sound. And then the lights flashed and the sirens blared and Ajax grabbed Rembrandt by the hand and shouted, “Cops!”

They bolted. Rembrandt knew Coney Island like the back of her hand, but Ajax apparently had a completely different map laid out in her mind. She led Rembrandt down side streets she hadn’t noticed, through backyards with low fences, weaving through an abandoned construction site as the cop car gave chase. Rembrandt counted them lucky that it was only one car. Usually they didn’t send out reinforcements for vandals but you never knew. 

Finally, Ajax pulled her through a broken panel in the fence around an empty lot. They tucked themselves into a corner, staying low as the police sirens passed and faded into the distance. They locked eyes when the sound finally disappeared. They burst out laughing. 

Ajax leaned back against the fence, holding her ribs. “Fuck! That was close.”

“Yeah,” Rembrandt chuckled. “How did you know all those spots to go through?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time running from the cops.” Turning to Rembrandt, she flashed a wolfish grin. “You want a drink?”

Which was how Rembrandt ended up sitting on the stoop of a condemned building with Ajax, sufficiently drunk, passing a cigarette and a bottle of gin back and forth. Cleon was right; gin was disgusting, but it made her feel warm in the cold night. She rested her head on Ajax’s shoulder as they talked. Ajax planted a hand behind her and leaned closer. 

“I really appreciate you coming out with me,” Rembrandt mumbled around the cigarette. “It’s a lot easier not having to look over my shoulder every two seconds.”

“I like seeing you paint. It’s cool.” Ajax took a long sip of gin. “Y’know, you could go to school for it. Make good money,” she suggested.

Rembrandt scoffed. “Maybe if I win the lottery.”

“Don’t they have scholarships and shit?” 

“Yeah, merit scholarships, for people with good grades. It’s not enough to cover a whole four years. My best chance is selling a few paintings that go for way more after I die and some historian writing a half-assed biography about me. Ugh, it’s fucking cliche, man!” she cried drunkenly. She leaned back on the stoop, barely registering the discomfort of the edge of the steps digging into her back. “Like, come on! Scrawny little kid, Mom’s gone, Dad hits me, I get bullied at school and turn to art as a coping mechanism. Seriously! It’s the backstory of every famous artist that gets a documentary made about them after they kick it. I’m just another ACS failure.”

Ajax chuckled, a little sadly. “You and me both.”

Rembrandt turned to look at her. “You? Really?”

“Father wasn’t around. Mommy dearest had a very hands-on approach to parenting, like your dad, and the people she let come around me were…” Ajax squirmed uncomfortably. “They weren’t very nice. Let’s leave it at that. I couldn’t just sit around and wait to get bigger than them so I learned how to fight back instead. Had to run eventually. Dropped out of school. I stayed with a cousin until he said he couldn’t deal with me and kicked me out. Just did odd jobs and maybe some less than legal stuff to make it through until I met Cleon and she helped me find an apartment, introduced me to Cochise, got me that job at the gym.”

Ajax took a deep, stuttering breath and looked away so Rembrandt couldn’t see her face. Rembrandt put a hand on her shoulder. She reached up to hold it there. It occurred to Rembrandt that this was the first crack in the facade she’d seen so far. No anger, no fight, no cockiness, Ajax was just… hurting.

“I know why Swan told you I was trouble. I don’t blame her for it. I know I probably could have turned out better.”

“I think you turned out good.”

Ajax looked down at Rembrandt. She sat up and suddenly found herself very, very close to Ajax’s face, gazing deep into those dark eyes now glassy with tears. She squeezed Ajax’s arm, feeling her muscle tense, and the sounds of the city faded away and all she could hear was Ajax’s shaky breathing and her own heartbeat hammering in her ears. She shifted closer to Ajax. She started to speak.

Ajax turned away and stood up suddenly only to fall right back on her ass. The moment broke as she held a hand to her head and started laughing. “Motherfucker!” she exclaimed. “I am way more drunk than I thought I was.”

Rembrandt giggled. “Me, too,” she said, and before she could think, continued, “I really don’t want to go home. Swan’s probably back by now and she’s gonna fucking kill me if I show up this out of it. She doesn’t even know I went out tonight.”

“Can’t blame her for being so protective over you.” Ajax dragged a hand down her face. She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “Want to stay at my place? It’s just me and it’s not far from here.”

Rembrandt hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Why not?” Ajax said with a shrug. “You take the bed. I’ll take the couch. Deal with Swan’s wrath when you’re not plastered.”

“Yeah, when I’m hungover instead. Sure.” Rembrandt stood and offered a hand to help Ajax up, snickering as Ajax stumbled just a little bit. “You’re really drunk.”

“No shit,” Ajax laughed. She reached out, and Rembrandt instinctively moved against her side, putting an arm around her waist and letting the brawler lean on her. “Alright, uh… that way.”

“You sure you know the way back to your apartment? ’Cause if you get us lost-”

“I won’t, I won’t. Promise.”

The walk to Ajax’s apartment took far longer than it probably should have, with them stumbling and laughing the whole way. Ajax fumbled with her keys and dropped them twice before finally getting into the apartment. The pair haphazardly kicked off their shoes by the door, and Ajax gave Rembrandt a quick tour around the space. It was small and a little messy but no worse than Rembrandt’s room.

Ajax leaned against the wall next to the bedroom door. “This is it. The door locks, if you want it locked. I’ll be right out here if you need anything.”

Rembrandt was drunk and depressed and she honestly just wanted to stay with Ajax and suddenly she found herself leaning forward to rest her forehead against Ajax’s chest. “Will you lay with me?” she whispered. She had no idea what she was saying or why she couldn’t shut up but she just kept talking. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I, uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“Thank you.”

They laid down together fully clothed. Rembrandt curled up against Ajax’s chest, and Ajax pulled her close without hesitation, strong arms holding her tight. She felt the brawler relax against her, sighing as if an entire life’s worth of tension drained from her body in that one breath. Rembrandt slung an arm over her waist and gripped the back of her shirt to cuddle even closer, their legs intertwining as they melted into each other. 

As Rembrandt drifted off, she had a final drunken, fleeting thought. 

I could get used to this.

[kakusu-shipping]

I drew this in 30 minute intervals while waiting for my Switch to charge today.

My Pokemon Scarlet Self Insert; Director Clavell’s Grandson, one of the kids who bullied Team Star and left school after being confronted about it.

When Clavell became Director he urged Emile to come back to school, not knowing the full story of why he left in the first place. He does eventually agree to come back, his only goal to stay out of the way of the kids he’d harassed the previous year and vanish into the background of everyone’s school life.

Too bad he gets roped into Operation Starfall.

[dadsbongos]

trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

[heyharoldsboo]

Been lurking on the Percy stuff on twitter, tumblr and insta these past few days. Found your blog, I read everything. I dont think I believe these girls but tbh it makes me feel like im a crap human being. I legit feel like shit because what if he did something to someone and those victims are getting shut down and bullied online.

But if he didnt do anything and they are just using this for revenge over some petty high school drama and falling out then omg. I cant even imagine what this kid went through in the past month. The humiliation, the name calling, the worry about his future, those freaking nudes. I would be in a depression by now no joke. I would be thinking about killing myself. If he is innocent for the love of God I hope he has good, supportive and calm people around him.

Im sorry to write to you while everyone seems to be caught up, but I just have this awful feeling in my chest about all this. I miss the days when I just used to fight about Xavier vs Tyler. Those were the days. Now I just feel like an disgusting human being for not believing everything these girls have said. Its been hard as a fan not gonna lie and not knowing the actual truth ever will be so hard to deal with.

I know that this is still relatively new and that maybe once he appears with Jenna somewhere or Georgie things will be better maybe, hopefully I dont know. But until then I dont think that little rock in the middle of my chest will go away every time I think about this.

This Wednesday fandom is very toxic I find, more than any other I have been a part of so far. I hope things get better, thats all I can do at this point, just hope

Hey anon. Please don't apologise, I am sorry it took me so long to find you buried under the other asks.

It's okay to not be "caught up". And it's okay to not believe in these girls. You aren't disbelieving on them to be a horrible person, you are because their stories have changed so many times. I have thought a lot about what you said - what if he did do something? And the conclusion to my thought process is this: these girls had 2 weeks where they were heavily supported online. They could have brought forth evidence. Gone to the police. Found anyone that he actually did something to, even if he never did anything to them, and their stories really are all lies. But they didn't. And they tried. They tried a lot to imply that there were more victims. No one came forth. Only victims of people Percy had been friends with. And that he isn't friends with anymore. He isn't responsible for anyone's actions other than his.

If he did do something to someone (and I don't believe this because no one came forth with actual evidence while he was being heavily canceled by the internet...) these girls screwed any chance of anyone believing. They have wronged this so much, that they made it way more difficult to any victim to come forth about a celebrity abusing them in the future. They are hurting real victims.

My best friend @heavenlyvixen has made a couple of posts about this. You should read it. And if you ever need, come to my chat.

You are NOT a horrible person for not believing them. It just means you have critical thinking skills.

And I agree with you - Wednesday fandom is the most toxic one I have been in a decade. There are some really good people here though, and they make it worth it.

[princess-of-the-corner]

So I wanted to expand on something with the latest chapter of Chaos Children and that's like. The part at the end with Bakugo avoiding the kids from her middle school. Or just. The other kids at Aldera in general in my head.

So like. While they as a whole seem a bit villainized due to how Izuku and Katsuki feel about them, they're not awful people.

Most of them are... well. A lot like Katsuki. They believed the things the adults told them. That Katsuki was 'good' that Izuku was 'bad'. They were in on everything that happened, but also manipulated and do deserve sympathy for that.

We focus on the Izuku vs. Katsuki stuff because they're the major characters. Because they're the only ones still in the story. But Katsuki was not the only one to bully Izuku. Most of them did to various degrees. And I will expand on that.

But again, they were in the same boat. Believing, on some level, that this was okay to do. Maybe there were a few genuine assholes who wanted to be assholes but for the most part it's a failed and fucked up system.

And on the flipside, they did effect Katsuki too even if they seemed to be 'friends' who 'like' her. They did and mirrored the things adults did. Shallow praise and affection. Valuing only her Quirk or what she could give in some way.

And it's. They're not bad people. They're just kids in an unfortunately fucked system.

Some of them will grow up and learn that what they did was wrong. They'll look back on it and go 'oh god that was fucked' and feel awful about it. They'll figure things out and change and most of them probably won't get a chance to apologize but some might.

Of course others might not learn. Might dig their heels in and continue the cycle as adults. But that's another subject.

Logically, both Izuku and Katsuki know this. But neither is going to confront those people just yet.

In Izuku's case it's still a lot of fear and anxiety and the fact that, unlike Katsuki, he can't tell them the full truth so for his current confidence level he'd always be paranoid that they only 'changed their mind' because he 'suddenly has a Quirk' and not because they truly realized they were wrong.

With Katsuki, she has two fears. The first is that she might go off on them. Even if they don't entirely deserve it, she has a lot of rage at them and at herself especially and she might take it all out on them tenfold. The other fear is just.... When you begin to confront your past sins and begin the hard journey of learning and changing, but then you are thrown back into a situation where you can take an easy option of doubling down on the bad behavior because you are safe and are gaining very conditional positive affection by meeting said conditions...... It's tempting. It is so, so tempting. And some people fall for that.

I do want this confrontation to happen at some point. But I want to be nice to these two. So it's something a long way off. Something where both of them are more stable and able to handle that conversation instead of having a breakdown about it.

[just-antithings]

I remember that whole "You weren't bullied for liking anime, you were bullied for liking Hetalia/being a furry/Naruto running/etc." thing going around Twitter so unironically and it was awful to see so many people laughing and cringing and acting like oh, you wouldn't be bullied for liking anime as long as you're normal enough.

Yeah like, anime itself was weird by default until very recently. Depending on where you are it’s still seen as weird. And even if it was the hetalia/furry/naruto thing, it’s still not okay to bully people. You could be the weirdest motherfucker in existence and that still doesn’t make it okay for people to bully you. There was a girl at my middle school who honest to god said she could hear the voice of the ocean talking to her and had magical powers. Personally I find that a bit weirder than liking anime but I didn’t bully her because I’m a decent person. That’s all there is to it. The statement should be “you weren’t bullied for liking anime, you were bullied because those kids were assholes with no empathy and decency”

[mypoisonedvine]

Can u pls write something like dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school lifee😈😈

okay this is a lot for a headcanon but I don’t have time to do a whole oneshot BUT I also really like it so we’re gonna just make a longass headcanon here we gooooo

warnings for heavy dub con, choking, slapping, degradation (by steve), bullying (by the reader), abortion mention, brief mention of/implied assault.

“heyo pipsqueak” you called out to get steve’s attention, laughing when he frowned.  “looks like you grew a whole inch over summer, be sure to have your mom draw a line in pencil on the doorframe.”

he just rolled his eyes and got back to chatting with his friend.  not friends, friend, cause he only had one: bucky, who snarled at you as well.

“pick on someone your own size, if you can find somebody with as big a head as you,” bucky shot back, making you scoff.

“you know, it’s a shame you hang out with this deformed freak, you could’ve been popular.  you’ve got the looks for it.”

“I’d rather keep my brains, thanks,” bucky explained as you walked away with your posse of fellow popular kids.

you didn’t used to be so mean to steve.  it was sort of a comedy of errors, really.  you two had been friends in elementary school-- you, him, and bucky were the rambunctious trio up until middle school.  

things change for boys and girls in middle school.  guys just get along with each other and don’t think about it much.  girls, though... girls need to be sharp.  it’s eat or be eaten.  and you wanted to eat.

you were lucky that you developed early.  it meant that girls respected you and boys feared you-- not just for your attractive features but for the fact that you loomed a foot over most of them.

you started to take advantage of it.  and by the time you realized you had feelings for your best friend steve, it was already too late-- he was at the bottom of the food chain and you were at the top.  

you told your new girl friends that you wanted to take steve to the sadie hawkins.  they laughed at you.  for a moment, you felt what it was like to be outcast and you never wanted to feel it again.  so, you told steve and bucky that you’d grown apart.  and you were happy to just be former friends...

it was steve that started it.  he called you out.  he told you that you were nothing like who he used to know-- you had become vapid and cold and narcissistic.

“you’re so busy worrying about what other people think, you never take the time to think for yourself.”  that was what he said.  and it fucking hurt.

“saw you talking to your boyfriend steve the dweeb,” your friend tanya announced at lunch just a few minutes after that conversation.  and you were angry, and hurt, and truly friendless despite being surrounded by other popular girls.  so you said some things you could never take back.

“steve?  as if.  did you know he still sleeps with a security blanket?  and he has his friend bucky fight for him every week cause if he took a punch he’d crumble to dust?”

and so, mortal enemies were formed.  it only got worse in high school, as you fought to secure your title at the top while steve and bucky’s presence filled your heart with guilt and your gut with anger.

if only you’d known how quickly you could fall from your high horse.

it started when you dated tanya’s ex, brock.  she was made so she spread a rumor that you would fuck any guy on the football team, even all of them at once.

apparently, a lot of people believed it since tanya had been your sidekick since 6th grade.

two football players believed it.  and when you wouldn’t follow through on it, you got yourself a black eye.

that meant you missed school for a week because you couldn’t possibly show up looking like that.  tanya told everyone it was because you got grounded and sent away to church camp after your parents caught you in bed with one of the neighbors.  so now your reputation was ‘sleeps with football players and old men.’

only brock had been there for you.... but it turned out he had motives of his own.  you had originally planned to wait until college, but brock was clearly wanting something in return for putting up with dating pariah #1... so you let him take your virginity.

the condom broke.  when you dashed to the trash can to hurl in the middle of history class, you knew something was wrong.  (and lost that many more social points in the process.)

brock dumped you the second he found out you were pregnant.  didn’t even help you pay for the abortion.  he got back together with tanya and told her the real reason for your ‘medical absence’.  and that was the last straw for the former homecoming queen.

the humiliation drove you to some.... poor choices, for the next few years.  you tried not to think about them now, but it was hard not to when their consequences were staring you right in the face: no money, no job, nearly homeless, and desperate.

over a hundred job applications later, only one had called you back and scheduled an interview.  and you only needed one.

so there you were, waiting in the chilly lobby area while the receptionist typed away and chomped her gum, tapping your toes and glancing out the window occasionally.

you were surprised when you had been told your interview would be on the 51st floor.  you sort of assumed it would just be some random manager interviewing you, not somebody important enough to have a waiting room like this, or a view like this.

when a man stepped out from the nearby hallway, your eyes went wide.  he was tall, and handsome, and obviously muscular underneath the exquisite suit.  you suddenly felt underdressed in your hand-me-down business clothes.

then he called your name.  and you realized he was going to interview you.

you stood up and nodded.  “you can follow me to my office,” he instructed with a smile, leading you down the hall to the corner office.  you were in awe of the grandiosity of it all.  you were dumbfounded when you saw CEO on the door.

“there must have been a mistake,” you explained as he shut the door behind you.  “I... I’m just interviewing for an entry-level position.”

“no, there’s no mistake,” he shook his head, “I have you exactly where I want you.  take a seat.”

he circled his desk and sat on the other side of it, resting his elbows on the desk and giving you an oddly smug smile.  an awkward silence was finally broken when he realized, “you must not remember me.”

“I... have we met?” 

“I don’t blame you, I look pretty different,” he shrugged.  “I must’ve grown a whole inch this summer.”

you gave him a confused look before realization dawned on you, along with shame, and fear.

“oh... oh my god, Steve?!” you squawked.  he just grinned.  “you look... you look...”

“taller?”

sexy.

“you look great!” you said aloud instead.

“yeah,” he agreed, “wish I could say the same for you.”

you swallowed dryly.  “so that’s what you want,” you sighed, “to get back at me.  I understand.  I deserve it...”

“I don’t want revenge,” he denied.  “I’m just sorry to see you haven’t been... thriving, since high school.  your job history--” he scanned your resume briefly-- “well, you don’t have one.  have you been slumming it all this time?”

“without my parents’ money?  yeah,” you admitted.  

“surprised you applied here, instead of turning tricks on 5th and Columbus.”

your back straightened and your eyes went wide at that comment.

“I mean, you’re already dressed for it,” he smirked.

you stood up and crossed your arms.  “if you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll leave now.  I’m sorry for everything I did to you, steve,” you announced, voice shaky with oncoming tears.

“can you really afford to leave?” he pressed.  “if you have a chance at a job?”

that, unfortunately, got your attention.  “you... you might actually offer me something?”

“I will offer you something,” he corrected, “if you just sit down and listen.”

you relented, returning to your seat.  you could stand a lot more insults if there was money on the line.

“to be honest, there’s no way I can hire you for the position you applied for,” he sighed.  “you’re just underqualified.  but I think I can create a position for you.”

you liked the sound of that.  “what kind of position?”

“well, that’s tricky, seeing as you don’t have any skills,” he frowned, “except one.  so that’s the one I plan on using.”

the look in his eyes made it all too clear what he was referring to, but as you shrunk into the leather chair he went ahead and clarified.

“I’ll pay you whatever salary you saw in the ad.  but you won’t be doing data analysis or office management or anything like that.  all you’ll be doing is spreading your legs for me whenever I fucking want.”

fear shot up your spine; his eyes were devouring you, pinning you to the chair, and you tried to process that.  “I--”

“before you say anything,” he interrupted immediately, “let’s just be perfectly clear that this might be your only shot at a real job.  what I’m offering has better pay than stripping, and better benefits than hooking.  and unless you have any education or experience I don’t know about, you’re totally fucked.”

“seems like I’m fucked either way,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“see, you’ve still got that sharp tongue,” he grinned.  “can’t wait to put it to better use.”

maybe it was just desperation for cash.  maybe it was because he was good-looking and you could do a lot worse.  maybe it was because, on some level, you felt like you deserved his punishment after how horribly you’d treated him.

“I’ll do it,” you sighed.  “when do I start?”

he stood up and reached across the desk to grab your neck, glaring at you.  “right now.”

his free hand was already fumbling with his belt, the one on your throat guiding you downwards.  “on your knees,” he instructed, and you slipped out of the chair and onto the floor.

he let go of your neck and you figured he was going to come to you, but instead he stood still and demanded: “crawl.”

debasing as it was, you crawled on your knees to his side of the desk, and he laughed at you bitterly.  when you reached his feet and popped back up, you gasped at the sight of his hard cock right in front of your face. it was bigger than your face.  and it was dripping precum.

“don’t get so bug-eyed, you can handle it,” he grinned.  “if your mouth’s as big as I remember...”

you didn’t want to hear any more.  you just wanted to get this over with, so you quickly took his head between your lips and started to suck.  you were shocked when he slapped you, hard enough to knock his length from your mouth and to make you reach up and clutch your stinging cheek.

“fucking whore,” he grimaced, “did I say you could put it in your mouth?  god, you’re so fucking desperate.  just open your fucking mouth and I’ll show you what I want, okay?”

you nodded and stammered an apology, looking up at him with watery eyes and an open mouth.  he swiped the latest drop of precum on your tongue before gliding his cock over it, grabbing your hair to keep you steady as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.

“fuck, that’s better,” he sighed.  “so much better when you just do what you’re told.  I remember how you used to be so cruel with this mouth.  now you’re being so welcoming...”

you just sat there and let him use your mouth, trying not to gag when he hit your throat.

“look up at me,” he instructed, “yeah, that’s it.  can’t have you forgetting who’s doing this to you, now can we?”

that went on for a bit longer until mascara-stained tears streaked your face, which he seemed rather proud of.

“damn, wouldn’t mind having you swallow my come right now,” he admitted, “but I have bigger plans.  get up, bend over my desk.”

you coughed briefly when he pulled out, but did as you were told.  he instantly yanked your skirt up over your ass and spanked you several times roughly, making you sob and whine.

“wanna see this ass all bruised up in the shape of my hand,” he explained.  “so we can both remember how hard I fucked you.”

he tore your panties like they were paper, chuckling when he found you already wet.

“dripping already, just from choking on my cock?  poor baby...”

you spread your legs slightly, though you were sure nothing was going to adequately prepare you for his size.

“you figured out how to use birth control since graduating, right?” he asked, and you nodded quickly.  “good.  cause I’m not using a condom,” he continued as he let his cock glide over your folds, groaning slightly, “and there’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”

he pushed forward in one brutal stroke, making you cry out loudly.  you really hoped these rooms were mostly soundproof.

“shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, already pulling back and thrusting back in.  “clearly you recovered from your years of slutting it up in high school.”

“that-- that wasn’t true,” you defended.

“oh, just shut up,” he growled.

he fucked you fast and deep, his hips pushing yours into the edge of his desk with each thrust.  his hands pinned you down at your shoulders, another reminder that you were entirely at his mercy.

“fuck, this is just what you needed... somebody to put you in your place.  makes sense that it should be me, since you hated me so much.”

“I didn’t h-hate you,” you hiccuped. 

“yeah, you wanted me, didn’t you?”

“always,” you admitted.

“wanted my fat fuckin’ cock to tear up your pussy?  is that it?”

“yes,” you moaned, “yes, steve, wanted to be yours.”

“even when I was skinny and short?”

“even when you hated me,” you added.

he growled slightly and you felt your walls tighten around him suddenly.  he chuckled, clearly aware that you were enjoying this.

“you want more, baby?  want me to fuck you harder?”

“whatever you want,” you answered instead.  “just use me however you want.”

he moaned and leaned down to cage your body in with his.  “fuck, baby... you’re taking this better than I thought you would.  such a good girl for me, huh?  such a good little slut.  want me to use you, baby?  take all my anger out on you?”

“yes,” you whispered, sobbing when he began to fuck you more brutally than you thought possible.  but it felt good.  so good that your legs were shaking, so good that you felt even better when he tugged your hair.

“yeah, gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?” 

you nodded and bit your lip.

“m’ close too,” he admitted, “you’re gonna be so full of my come, it’s gonna be dripping down your legs when you walk out of here...”

your orgasm made your body shake and your eyes roll back.

“fuck, I can feel you coming,” he groaned, “fuck, just like that-- fuck!”

you felt his warmth fill you as his cock flexed against your walls.  you were busy trying to catch your breath when he slumped down on top of you and pushed the air from your lungs.

“damn... didn’t think I was gonna come that fast,” he sighed.  “see what you do to me?  fuck, I knew this was a good idea.”

sure, it felt good, but you were sure he was only going to get rougher and meaner the longer this went on.  you couldn’t imagine how you were going to get out of here without somebody noticing your wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair and, as he’d pointed out himself, come all over your thighs.

“guess I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow, huh?” he chuckled, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek.  you couldn’t answer, though, interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing.  “oh, sorry, gotta get this.”

he reached for the phone and picked it up, bringing to his ear all without pulling out of you or even lifting his body from on top of yours.

“bucky, hey,” steve grinned as he spoke into the phone, looking down at you and stroking your hair, “you’re not gonna believe who I ran into today...”

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Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D 

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too? 

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

 this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking...... 

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy. 

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in. 

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night. 

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe. 

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A. 

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya. 

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the   laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved. 

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you. 

And that brought you to the first day of school. 

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone. 

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her. 

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day. 

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious. 

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came. 

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell. 

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe. 

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever. 

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks. 

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks. 

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya. 

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped. 

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down. 

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him. 

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay. 

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but. 

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself. 

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin. 

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship. 

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with. 

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone. 

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off. 

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him. 

-

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you. 

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad. 

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse. 

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

 Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him. 

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself. 

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his. 

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it. 

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was. 

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps. 

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most. 

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders. 

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.” 

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign. 

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare. 

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding. 

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.” 

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away. 

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you. 

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk. 

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious. 

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul. 

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands. 

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word. 

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.” 

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise. 

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks. 

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys. 

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging. 

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t. 

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid. 

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.” 

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head. 

“The choice is yours.”  

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it? 

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

 Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer. 

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground. 

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo. 

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.” 

“Don’t be a little brat.” 

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you -  calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.” 

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?” 

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play. 

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.” 

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?” 

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds. 

Your eyes widen in fear. 

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear. 

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them. 

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient. 

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest. 

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school. 

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else,  with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind. 

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak. 

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost. 

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs. 

“Cute panties,” he remarks. 

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

 A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou. 

“Lick it off,”  he commands. 

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed. 

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him. 

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.” 

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible. 

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass. 

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That’s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend. 

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy. 

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says. 

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?” 

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you. 

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry. 

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently. 

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence. 

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room. 

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry. 

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.” 

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you. 

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it. 

The power trip drives him crazy. 

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit. 

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl. 

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare. 

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally. 

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers. 

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle. 

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry.  A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up. 

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions. 

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens. 

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can. 

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most. 

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done... 

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says. 

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut. 

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it. 

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments. 

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile. 

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks. 

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see. 

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt. 

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor. 

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse. 

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed. 

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks. 

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie. 

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run. 

This was totally not awesome. 

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Pride Month is right around the Corner! Yay! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Marinette, Kim, and Nino- The Trio of Transcendenceness... Ness 🏳️‍⚧️

Marinette, Kim, and Nino have been best friends since birth, and do pretty much everything together

If some rando were to look at them, they’d think it’s odd that Marinette likes to wear pink and gaze starry-eyed at dresses in store windows while Kim and Nino like to play with action figures and shop for clothes in the boys’ section

And people swore they saw them get teary-eyed whenever someone said their birth names

Tom and Sabine sort of just knew that Marinette was somewhere on the trans spectrum, and let their so- daughter buy whatever outfits she wanted and grow her hair out

Marinette: I wanna be a princess when I grow up!

Rando: Don’t you mean a prince?

Marinette: No! I’m the Princess of princes!

She officially came out when she was seven

Her parents were supportive. Confused, but supportive. They even made her a three layered cake with Trans flags toppers

She named herself after a princess she read about in a book

Kim and Nino did everything they could to help their sister

Nino gave her the makeup kit he never uses and a bunch of his hair accessories

Kim gave her some clothes he doesn’t like wearing

Whenever someone asks what happened to their friend, [CENSORED]. Kim and Nino say their friend went on a long trip and is never coming back

Kim was second to come out when he was nine

He loved how carefree Marinette looked after she had what he and Nino call her “Gender Awakening”

He was confused about some things though, and asked her to explain how she came to the conclusion that she wasn’t a guy

Marinette: Well, I never liked how people kept calling me by my old name, and whenever I had to wear boy’s clothes, my skin crawled a bit.

Kim: ... I’m trans, I wear pants, deal with it!

His parents were very supportive and his mom even threw a one-woman pride parade in the backyard

Kim: Is mom okay?

Kim’s dad: She’s just happy for you. Now let’s go get you a haircut, young man before you look like a hippie.

In Vietnamese, Kim means gold/metal (A little reference to the gold medals he’s one in sports)

Marinette made him a custom binder that’s red with a gold star on the front

Nino cut his hair and is even learning how to contour so he can do Kim’s makeup to make him look more masculine

Finally, Nino came out when he was ten. He just figured it out on his own like Marinette

Nino: Your daughter’s dead, dudes. I’m taking over her room.

Chris: *Stares in awe* That is... awesome!

His parents supported him wholeheartedly

He chose his name because it’s Spanish for boy

Marinette made him a binder and she and Kim took Nino clothes shopping

Since they’re all best friends, they wanna do everything together

When they were ten, the three of them started taking their hormones

On dysphoria days, they’ll get under a big blanket and snuggle up while watching Disney movies until they fall asleep. Nino and Marinette would sandwich Kim in the middle while he wrapped his arms around them

Sometimes they wear matching hoodies that are a few sizes too big and just hide everything

On their first day of collége, all three of them were dead named in one of their classes since the school didn’t update their names

Word spread. Long story short, Kim and Nino beat up a boy who deadnamed Marinette and asked for “proof”

Their classmates were very supportive and always corrected teachers who accidentally say their dead names during role call

Many guys who had crushes on Marinette offered to beat up or threaten anyone harassing her

Nathaniel (Before meeting Marc) almost framed one of her bullies for murder

The swim team wore gender neutral swimwear so Kim wouldn’t feel like the odd one out until he got his surgery

Guys will always put emphasis on ‘Dude’ whenever talking to Nino

Students offered to stand guard whenever they used the bathroom in case anyone tried anything else

When Alya and Adrien came along, they were all so nervous. Sure, most of the school was pretty tolerant, but what if someone outs them and the new students turn out to be bullies in their own class?!

Once again, they were outed by some asshole Damocles won’t expel for some shit reason

Alya beat the asshole to a pulp (Which caused Nino’s crush on her to start) while Adrien treated his three new friends to ice cream

When they started dating and Nino was feeling dysphoric, Alya will say things like: “My boyfriend is the manliest man ever.”

... Ah, fuck it! Bring out the Miraculous!🐞🐈‍⬛🐢

Marinette is Ladybug/Nino is Carapace/Kim is Mèo đen (They all know each other’s identities because they opened the boxes together in Marinette’s room)

Thanks to a little magic, they have the bodies they’ve always dreamed of having

One Akuma they faced was some transphobic dick who they did not go easy on. Carapace and Mèo đen had to reluctantly keep Ladybug from murdering him in front of a bunch of people

Now, Lila? (I can’t go one second without Lila salt) She’s a new member of the assholes club but doesn’t know others know Marinette, Kim, and Nino are trans

She runs into class sobbing like a dumb [BLEEP] and whines about how Marinette assaulted her in the bathroom

The class was not amused and Lila never did become popular

Then the big day came. They were eighteen and they got their surgery together in the same hospital

Doctors and nurses gushed over how sweet it was three best friends were taking this huge step together

Kim and Nino’s first act was to burn their bras. Marinette even joined in even though she needed hers’

🏳️‍⚧️ Okay, onto the Pride headcanons! 🏳️‍⚧️

Some consider them Trans icons

It’s not every day a group of best friends come out as Transgender and get their surgery on the same day

They go to Pride every year, and thanks to Marinette, they’re always the best dressed

Their outfits mainly consist of sleeveless hoodies, crop tops, sandals, and bedazzled shorts and capes

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a cupcake

Mari makes pride capes, bedazzles them, and passes them out at parades

Kim is very popular with the drag Queens.

He is a lip sync god

Children love him and always ask for piggyback rides

He’s notorious for making flower crowns for the kids

Nino takes on the role of the mom friend when they got to pride

He once put Mari and Kim on those baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

He also supplies juice boxes and snacks

After their surgery, Nino and Kim pass out their old binders.

Kim’s would definitely look like sports jerseys

Nino’s binders are neon and one even glows in the dark

He wears hoodies no matter how hot it is

Marinette: Nino, take that off!

Nino: *Sweating more than the average person* No!

Marinette once beat up a terf who was harassing Kim and Nino for being “traitors to their sex”

The terf left with bruises and a small crush

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Kickstart my heart

AN: I came to love this character and now i cant stop...

Pairing: None yet

Hawkings High was a school much like Hawkins itself... Everyone knew everyone. So when your parents told you that you'll move there in a week's time, cause your father got a job at the police station, and the week after tomorrow you'd be just in time for the start of the school year... well let's just say you already felt like hiding in your hoodie from the bullies. There's no way they wouldn't bully the new girl from Boston. At least that was your experience with new schools, which you had a lot of.. Since you were 6, you moved around every year cause of your fathers work, so you didn't have any friends. YOu kept to your books, and your casetteplayer.

The move was rather smooth, the town seemed positively empty except for a few kids hanging around in a parking lot.

You sighed as you dropped the first box of your things in the middle of your room. I just need to survive this year, then we'll probably leave again, but then i'll get to settle down for college. Just this year.. you thought to yourself as you put on your favourite casette mix, and got to unpack with the music blasting. All the neighbours windows suddenly closed. They were already afraid of satanists, and in their mind metal music was an indicator that you, or your family were indeed satanists. It always went like this, so you couldn't care. You loved this music, and let's be real.. Satan was invented by the catholics.. that says more about them then the so called satanists.

You were okay with being the girl noone talked to, you perfected being unnoticable for people. You knew they would forget about you in a week's time if not immediately after the introductions.

First class was History, at least you loved that. It always fascinated you.

-Class, we have a new classmate, her family just moved here, please make her feel welcomed here. - the teacher smiled at you, before motioning you to stand up. You rolled your eyes, you hated this part. You zipped up your hoodie so they couldn't see the Mötley Crew tee underneath. They don't have to know.

-I'm (Y/n), um.. hi. - was all you said before awkwardly plopping down your seat.

A few eyes stayed on you, mainly three. A girl and the guy next to her. Nancy and Steve as you gathered, and a metalhead on the other side of the back. For the rest of the morning you managed to be somewhat invisible until Nancy approached you at lunch.

-Hey, (Y/n) right? I'm Nancy. - she smiled as she held out her hand for you to shake.

-Hi! - you said awkwardly.

-I know it's hard being new here, if you want to you can join us over there? - she pointed at a rather large group. There were juniors and seniors alike.

-The juniors are my brother and his friends, then there's Steve, and Jonathan and me, the seniors. Sometimes Eddie joins as well. - she smiled, and you just nod. She seemed nice enough and maybe if you stay around them, you won't be bullied as much. You were in for another round of introductions, or so you thought.

-Guys, this is (Y/n), she's in our class, be nice. - she stated as she sat down, leaving you standing there, before smiling a bit, sitting down next to her.

One of the juniors looked at the part of your t-shirt that was visible.

-Is.. is that a Mötley Crew shirt? - he asked with wide eyes and you braced yourself for the upcoming satanist talk. But then another one of them, Nancy's little brother as you gathered interjected.

-That's like his all time favoruite band.

You smiled and pulled the zipper down, showing your tshirt.

-Yea its Mötley. I got this last year in Boston when my dad took me to their concert.

The little guy stared at you in awe, mouth open.

-A...awesome. - he said still staring, earning a giggle from you and Nancy.

-Don't mind them, since they joined the Hellfire Club, they've been listening to a lot of metal, so now you're kinda like a god for them. God forbid you like D'n'D too...

Your eyes widened before you flashed her a smirk.

-Noo, you too? - she asked laughing, bumping into your shoulders.

The guys looked at eachother.

-She's really a god - Lucas whispered in awe.

-Do you wanna join us? We're just about to start a new story this week. - asked Dustin.

-I'm not sure, i'll have to ask. Anyways, thank you guys for the company. Nice to meet you. - you said as you walked to the library before your next class.

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-She's awesome! - Lucas noted happily.

-Yea, i hope she comes to Hellfire.. Maybe we can even like share music and stuff. - said Dustin with a big smile on his face.

-They are so in love.. - whispered Jonathan making Nancy giggle.

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You spent the next few lunch breaks with them, getting to know them. Maybe this year won't be so bad. You thought to yourself. They managed to convince you to play d'n'd, so you entered the drama room around 15 minutes early. Nobody was here yet, so you took your time to look around. Suddenly the metalhead from class entered with crossed arms.

-You're not in the club. - he said dissmissively.

-Yea, i know, i was invited here to play. - you stuttered. Gosh he was intimidating.

-Well i sure didn't invite you.. - he said as he cornered you. - and as the head of the club i say you won't be playing here honey.. - he said almost in your face. Well maybe this will be a shitty year. You came here, hoping to have a good game with your newfound friends, but well, looks like you got a bully instead. You looked him in the eyes, before walking away, shutting the door. Basically you sprinted home, using the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe your tears. You didn't noticed the guys cycling to the school. But they saw you.

-What the hell happened? - Dustin asked, looking at you.

-Did you tell Eddie we invited her? -Will asked looking at him questioningly.

-Shit.. - whispered Lucas holding his head.

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The next day they hoped you'd still join at lunchbreak. Today Eddie was there too, not having found a girl for today.. You walked towards them but as you locked eyes with the cocky looking metalhead you turned around and sat under a tree.

-Guys, what did you do? - asked Nancy. She grew quite fond of you. You were kind and intelligent, she didn't understand how could anyone bully such a sweet person like you.

-We did nothing, she ran away crying just as we arrived.. You should ask Eddie.. - said Will pointing at him with a slight anger, as the rest of them huffed.

-Eddie? - Nancy looked at him while she crossed her arms.

-What? She's not a member. - he shrugged.

-She arrived a fucking week ago. And if you'd pull your head out of your ass you'd see that she fits your little club just as much as them if not more. - she motioned towards the guys, before pincing her bag up, walking towards you under the tree. She were a bully not even that long ago, she felt bad that you had to go through that here too.

-Why would she fit in more... She's nothing more than the pretty new girl in town. Not having friends cause you don't know anyone doesn't make you a member... - he huffed.

Lucas sighed, shaking his head.

-She has like a collection of metal casettes, and tshirts and stuff, she went to a ton of concerts, as well as she loves anything D'n'd and lovecraft. She even has tattooes and shit.. - Dustin stated as he looked towards you and Nancy.

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It was Saturday, so you had the day to yourself. You decided you'll go on a hike. There was a forest near, so why not. So you were currently walking along a trail when you found a small lake. You sat laid down in the grass, soaking in the sunshine, while you listened to Psycho killer by the Talking Heads, smoking a joint. When you opened your eyes, to lit the joint again, you were met by the metalhead, smirking down at you. You rolled your eyes, not bothering to pull your headphones down, you shoved your backpack on your back and turned to leave. He caugh you by the wrist, as he took off the headphone with the other, listening in.

-Give it back. - you asked.

-I love the Talking Heads. - he said, handing it back to you.

-Great. Bye. - you said as you turned to leave again.

-(Y/n) wait.. I'm sorry for the other day. - he smiled at you softly. Ha.. as you'd believe that. You have literally years of experience with bullies, so you just scoffed. He held out his hand towards you, but you refused to take it.

-Eddie... Eddie Munson.

You still didn't say a word, earning a sigh from him, as you took another drag from the joint, keeping it down before exhaling, straight to his face. He smiled as he sniffed the weed.

-If you ever need stuff like that i can help - he smirked.

-As if i'd need anything from you.. You'd probably just call my dad, telling that im an addict. Not as if being marked a satanist freak isn't enough. - you said rolling your eyes again.

-Yea and i'd go to jail for having this on me. - he picked out a jar nearly full of it, making your eyes go wild.

-Look, we got off on the wrong foot and thats on me. Don't worry i got my share of bullying from the guys, they literally whorship you, you know?! - he told you as he started to roll one of his own. - I think Lucas is in love with you already. - he smiled as he sat down in the grass, taking you with him. That earned a laugh from you.

-Is he now? ... -you laughed and he thought it was the prettiest sound in the world.

-Oh c'mon, band t-shirts, metal music and d'n'd and i heard you even have tatts.. God bless him when he finds out he has a dick. - now you laughed even more, throwing your head back. He lit the joint and handed it to you.

-God i hope he wont think of me when he does find out. - you giggled.

Over the next few minutes you just sit there with him in silence. Suddenly he stands up, rids himself of his clothes except his underwear, and jumps in the water.

-It's nice you know... - he tries to get you in.

-Yea, and i bet you don't have any freak friends hiding out with a camera. - you said still not trusting him.

-Noone here just me, and i don't have a camera. Also i'm not that shitty person. Cmon, the water's awesome, i'll even turn around if you want. - he smirked.

You motioned him to do so, as you undressed so you only had your black lacy bra and panties on. His smile widened as he heard the water splashing, indicating that you got in the water. You still didn't get close to him, just swam around the lake by yourself. He caught a glimpse of your tattoo. It was Lovecraft themed, and it went from your collarbone, to your shoulder as it wrapped around your upper arm.

-Shit you really do have tattooes. - he said, and it made you smile to yourself.

-Yeah i do. - you said as he sawm up to you, wanting to take a better look at it. He grabbed your arm, tracing the delicate linework and shading of it.

-Thats so fucking cool. - he whispered.

You smirked, and splashed water to his face, freeing your hand and swimming away laughing.

-Why did you do that? - he asked as he slowly swam after you.

-You were too close. - you shrugged your shoulders as you laid on top of the water, just floating with closed eyes.

He quietly swam up to you, grabbing you by the waist, making you go underwater. When you both got up, you met his dark brown orbs, as he smirked at you, still holding you by the waist.

-What the fuck man? - you asked. He just shrugged, holding you even closer by your waist. The words died in your throat. The water was cold, but where his skin touched yours it was like molten lava... You both lost in eachothers eyes as you heard shouting, and bicycle bells from not too far. You basically jumped out of his arms swimming away.

-Eddie, Will found another book we could use for the game - Dustin shouted as they stopped at the edge of the lake. Lucas was the first to notice you in the water.

-Thats awesome bud, i'll get out and we can take a look at it, but first i'll have to ask you all to turn around so the lady can get out too. - he smirked. They did turn around, and there was a faint blush on Lucas's cheeks. Eddie shamelessly watched you walk out of the water, taking in your form, and your perfect ass. There was another tattoo, high on the back of your right thigh, basically just under your buttcheek, it was Cthulhu, almost as if some of his tentacles were reaching towards your cunt. He couldn't help but bit his lips. He soon followed you, getting dressed as well. You were already talking with the guys, looking through the pages of the book.

-Yea, i got this one too. I can lend it to you if you want me to. - you smiled at them. Dustin's smile widened.

-Jesus (Y/n) i could hug you right now. - he said, earning a laugh.

-I'll go and find it for you, you can come by later for it. - you said before saying your goodbye's, sending a small nod towards Eddie. Then you left.

The boys looked at Eddie with crossed arms and questioning looks.

-What? I apologized as you wanted me to. - he said smiling.

-Man, if you fuck this up, and she'll hate us too, i'll have your head.. She's not one of your cheerleaders.. - said Lucas fuming.

-Hold your horses. We just smoked and swam. Nothing happened.. But isn't she a little old for you bud? - he asked smirking, making Lucas get embarassed and leave. The other's just shook their head.

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From that moment on, you all spent your lunchbreaks together, and you were invited to join the club as well. When Eddie asked if you'd wanna be a member, he gave you one of his shirts. You would never admit, but you loved that it smelled like him.

You spent a lot of time together.. You were basically a shy version of him with boobs. You would never admit but you felt a bit more than friendship towards him, but he doesn't have to know that. Of course Nancy noticed the little looks, and smiles you two shared. So when the whole team were sitting together at lunch, she mentioned the upcoming school party out on the baseball field.

-Eddie, why don't you take (Y/n), you could show her around.. I mean.. you were here the longest. - she smiled, trying to hide her plan.

-Nah, Henderson got it. - he shrugged, making Steve look up. as Eddie turned to him.

-Don'tcha, big boy?

You felt a pang in your chest, as Steve said he didn't plan to come. It was so awkward.

-Nah its alright, i hate school parties. I think i'll go camping instead. - you said as you finished your sandwhich, and went to the library.

You were hurt, but not surprised. Why would he want to take you to the party, that was like a couple-y thing to do, and you were most certainly not that.. Of course he would want to go with Chrissy.

Nancy just looked at them, shaking her head.

That night, Steve came over to hang out. Your parents liked him, so of course you could go up to your room.

-Sorry for today, i just hate those parties. But we can go if you want to.. - he said, stepping closer and snaking a hand around your waist. It was unfamiliar, but again, he sometimes flirted with you too. YOu were fed up with your unrecruited love towards Eddie, so you might as well.. that's how you spent the night making out, before he went home.

The next morning, he was outside your door, standing next to his car.

-Hey pretty girl, - he kissed you again, opening the door for you. The looks you got when you two appeared together, his hand over your shoulder.

Steve was a great guy okay, but he wasn't famous for being loyal and settling down. He saw an opening and took it.

Dustin looked over the rest of them and muttered a small that's not good shaking his head. They had to prepare to lose you once Steve got what he wanted.

Guys, do we want another part/s of this? Let me know. <3

[eldrai]

Pretty Boy

Whumptober 2021 - day 5 - prompt: misunderstanding

Characters: Reid & Morgan

Warnings: implied/referenced ableism, implied/referenced homophobia, past bullying, light implied CSA [none of it from them]

Words: 995

Summary: He's a nice kid. So Derek isn't sure why Reid is avoiding him.

masterlist / ao3

Spencer Reid has the awkwardness of a baby deer just learning how to use its legs, and a similar physique. He’s also got more PhDs at his age than most people have in a lifetime, and Gideon chose him specifically for the unit. And he’s got an interesting choice in sweaters – Derek admires it, honestly, because it takes skill to wear something some of those patterns and not look awful – and some really obscure facts memorised.

He’s a nice kid.

Derek isn’t sure why Reid is avoiding him.

It starts off subtle: he’ll place himself next to JJ or Elle or Hotch when they’re in the jet, in what Derek brushes off as just how the chips fall until he realises every time Reid’s next to him, he’s not in the mood to talk. Even if he’d been in the middle of an explanation minutes ago. He’d never notice the pattern if he wasn’t looking for it.

The kid rambles to him on cases, if they end up sent somewhere together, but Derek has to prompt him to get him to share his ideas. And they are good ideas – Reid takes to profiling well. Sure, he’s a little awkward about talking to people but Derek can’t fault him for that.

Whenever he nudges the conversation into something even vaguely personal, Reid deflects – Derek doesn’t push but again, he’s overheard him talking to some of the others and it’s more curiosity than anything else.

(It stings. Just a little. It’s one thing to not be friends, another to avoid him.)

It’s tempting to out and ask Reid if he’s done something, said something wrong. But Derek knows it’d do nothing but force him to clam up: he’d get that deer-in-the-headlights look in his eyes even if he masks his facial expressions better, and then they’ll be further than ever from… hell, even acquaintances.

Friends, Derek supposes. Because he’d like to be friends, doesn’t see why they can’t be, and might have ruined his chances accidentally.

Fortunately, he doesn’t have to start that conversation.

“If you’re trying to make a joke, I don’t get it,” Reid says. “You’d be better off trying it on someone else.”

“Joke about what?” Derek asks. He goes back through the last couple of minutes, through details about the case, and comes up blank on what Reid is referring to.

Reid gives him an unimpressed look.

“No, seriously,” Derek says. “I don’t—”

“People always assume I don’t knowI’m unusual,” Reid says, rapid-fire. “I know I’m younger than they expect and I know infodumping is annoying and I know I don’t act as ‘masculine’ as is typically expected. You don’t have to remind me.”

…right.

Yeah, he’s definitely screwed up somewhere.

“I’m sorry for anything I said,” Derek says, “but I honestly don’t know what it was.”

Reid meets his eyes for a moment then looks away. “People do that a lot, too. I’m not sure if you’re joking or not.”

“I’m not,” Derek promises. “I really don’t know.”

This time Reid studies him more intently and he realises how irritated Reid is, his fidgeting more frequent and his eyebrows drawn closer together. Whatever it is, he wants to apologise for it.

“‘Pretty boy’?” Reid says, exasperated.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

“Crap, I didn’t know it made you uncomfortable,” Derek says. There’s a stone right in the pit of his stomach because oh god, this is bad. He knows how awful it feels and he hadn’t even asked, hadn’t stopped to think and of course Reid wouldn’t have corrected him, Reid, the newest member of the team, the youngest, the most inexperienced. “Reid, I’m sorry. I should’ve—”

“Isn’t that the point?” Reid says. “To make me uncomfortable.”

“No,” Derek says immediately. He feels sick. “That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.”

Reid blinks. “What did you mean?”

“I didn’t really. It didn’t mean anything, it was just a nickname. I should’ve checked.”

“A good nickname?”

“It was meant to be,” Derek says. “That’s my fault, not yours.”

“Oh,” Reid says. “I thought it was meant as an insult.”

He swallows and fuck, he’s really done it, hasn’t he? Reid has every right to avoid him. “It wasn’t. I never asked you if you were okay with it, so I never told you it wasn’t. God, Reid, I really am sorry. I won’t call you it.”

“It isn’t inherently negative,” Reid says. “I… assumed it was. Other people have made similar jokes and did mean it.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Derek says.

“No, I want to,” he says. “You’ve been in high school, you know what it’s like for the queer kids.”

Right.

That just adds a whole new layer of awful.

He’s surprised Reid would want to be in the same room as him.

“Yeah,” he admits.

“When they said ‘pretty boy’ it wasn’t because they liked me.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek says. And it’s so laughably inadequate but what else is there to say?

“I am,” Reid says. “Queer. Bisexual, specifically. Just in case that matters.”

“No, no, that’s cool,” he says. Given the situation, he can’t really blame Reid for checking but it hurts all the same. How easy it would have been to just goddamn ask. “I didn’t mean to imply—”

“You didn’t know about me,” Reid says, “and I didn’t know how you meant it. I don’t think it’s either of our faults.”

Derek would have to disagree there, on account of it being definitely his fault. “I won’t call you it again.”

Reid pauses. “Actually… I don’t think I mind when it’s not them.”

“Reid.”

“What?”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, I’m not gonna be mad at you for having boundaries.”

“I do mean it,” Reid says. “I’m not mad either.”

Derek breathes. Long and slow, and the tension in his chest unclenches a little. “Okay, kid, but if I ever make you feel uncomfortable—”

“I will,” Reid promises. “I—kid?”

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A/N: I hope this doesn't come off as bashing because it absolutely isn't. I love Morgan and I love Reid and this was just a result of the prompt + me thinking about their childhoods. On a lighter note, the most unrealistic part of the show was actually Spencer Reid, an autistic bisexual, ever sitting on a chair correctly. I speak from experience.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

What if after the party Hawk decided to get revenge by sharing Demetri's secrets as well. Demetri's mom let's him in when he's not home and he finds his journal. What he wasn't expecting was all of the pages about he regrets saying all of those things and he's pretty sure he's in love with him

Oof ouch there goes my goddamn HEART I didn’t need it anyway

I can honestly totally see this happening though??? Like Hawk slipping into “Eli mode” the same way he does to fool the school counselor and using that to break into Demetri’s house because he’s counting on Demetri not being able to bear to tell his mom the full extent of how bad things have gotten with “good old Eli”...and Hawk’s absolutely right. The most Demetri has mentioned to his mom is that there’s been a “bit of tension” and “Eli and I have been arguing a lot.” So of course Hawk gleefully goes up to his room to find the most embarrassing dirt he can and get the most epic vengeance.

And, sure enough, there’s Demetri’s goddamn diary. Of course he would keep a diary, the lame fucking nerd. Who the hell even keeps diaries anymore??? And he reads it from the beginning, and realizing the first half or so is from when they were still best friends. It’s a lot of geek nonsense, rants about video games and Lord of the Rings and what have you, sometimes drawing parallels between scenes from his own life being harassed by Kyler and the plight of Middle Earth being ruled by Sauron. All typical nerdy Demetri. But...there’s also a lot about Eli. About some present he got for Eli that he’d been especially excited about. About how proud he was of Eli for winning that coding competition with him. About how frustrated he was that he couldn’t stand up for Eli more against the bullies. About how much he hated that Eli felt like he needed to constantly cover the scar above his lip. How grateful he really was to have Eli around because “at least someone will listen to my ingenious insight!!!”

And then comes the fateful school year everything changed. Hawk reads through Demetri’s confused delight at Miguel befriending them and seeming to genuinely enjoy having them both around. He reads through Demetri’s bafflement at the emergence of Hawk, and his barely-concealed terror that his best friend would decide he didn’t want someone like Demetri around anymore, now that more people liked him. He reads through Demetri’s concern at Eli’s anger slowly boiling up into something violent and unnerving. He reads through Demetri’s betrayal at Eli blowing him off after Demetri was assaulted by Kreese, and his worry at having his two best friends training with a man who has no issue beating up random high schoolers off the street. He reads through how lost Demetri was after Eli jumped him in the mall, desolate and spiraling and feeling like he’d never quite feel whole again. How broken Demetri had felt looking at Eli’s nearly-unconscious body on the food court floor. 

And then comes a long ramble about the latest season of Doctor Who, and--Hawk notes with an oddly painful twinge--how much Eli would love it. “He’s all about badassery now, he’d be SO into this if I could get him to watch it.” And then a long, giddy ramble about how maybe this is how he’s finally going to get through to Eli--how he’s going to get his Eli back. How he missed him so much he barely knows how to function anymore.

And then come the pages after that fateful party, the one where things almost went right and then everything went so very wrong. It’s just line after line of things to the gist of “Oh, god. I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up SO fucking bad. I’m a piece of shit.” Even after everything that’s happened between them, Eli feels himself getting...alarmed. Demetri is never this...concise. Or vulgar. He prides himself on being wordy and pretentious, and not having to curse to make a point. Now it’s like he can’t stop swearing, can’t stop repeating what a piece of shit he is. Which can really only mean he’s gotten so emotional and fallen so deep into devastation that it’s somehow temporarily overridden one of the most prominent parts of his personality.

The last line in the journal is “I never even fucking told him I’m in love with him. He’d fucking kill me if he knew. He’d be so disgusted. But I wish I’d said something anyways. Is that fucking stupid?” Hawk just...slams the journal shut and sits there for several minutes, having no clue what the fuck to do now.

Okay bUT IMAGINE THIS ISN’T EVEN AN AU AND HAWK ACTUALLY READS ALL THIS AND STILL HUNTS DOWN DEMETRI AT THE SCHOOL FIGHT AND LATER BREAKS HIS ARM, HOW UPSETTING WOULD THAT BE

The fucked part is I could SEE it, like this kid already projects all the “pussy nerd shit” he hates about himself onto poor Demetri, like imagine the internalized homophobia??? This kid who wants to seem like the most macho tough guy ALIVE must have??? And imagine he has/had a crush on Demetri and has been suppressing it like there’s no tomorrow and now oh god oh FUCK he has to be reminded of it??? And these feelings are just yet ANOTHER part of his past self that Hawk hates, and with the love Demetri feels for him...well, how could Demetri more PERFECTLY and COMPLETELY represent the “weak” parts of himself that Hawk now despises??? And Demetri becomes Hawk’s absolute prime target after that, because he HATES what he sees of his past self in Demetri and, most of all, he HATES that all of that is still there inside of him. By making a bitter enemy of Demetri, he figures, by alienating him and antagonizing him to the point where any connection they ever had or could ever have is completely broken, maybe he can finally be free of being that Weak-Ass Lame Gay Nerd that nobody liked and everybody mocked.

On a slightly happier note, maybe seeing that final journal entry is part of what spurred Hawk’s eventual change of heart. Like he’s just watching the destruction around him caused by the Cobra Kai kids, and remembers Johnny saying that Kreese doesn’t give a shit about him. And he just has this epiphany like “Demetri loves me.” (And he knows this has to be true, because he was never meant to see it. No reason for Demetri to lie in the privacy of his own journal. No manipulation or tricks here...not like what Kreese has learned how to pull.) “No one at Kreese’s Cobra Kai ever did.”

And he decides in that moment he’s going to fight for a person who loves him as he is, rather than a person who only likes the image that he made for himself to feel like he could be something other people respected. Hawk still doesn’t love the weaker parts of himself, the more vulnerable parts, the parts that people can easily jeer at and mock and use to make him feel awful about himself--but maybe if Demetri sees something worth loving, then Hawk eventually can, too.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Past Aizawa/Mandalay, Pre-Bakugou/Kirishima

Word Count: 2,006 Words

Summary: The Sports Festival, part 2.

Warnings: Fighting Mention, Cursing, Fire Mention, Bullying Mention, Trauma Mention, Injury Mention, Teen Pregnancy Mention, Pregnancy Mention, Partial Nudity Mention, Death Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison   Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Notes: Bakugou doesn't get chained down because fuck that part of the canon. The League will just go after him because he's powerful.

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 9

11:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

gay salt: Yaoyorozu is amazing.

ranch flavored jello: She can bench press me anytime.

gay salt: To be fair, you'd let any strong lesbian bench press you.

ranch flavored jello: You're not wrong but you don't have to say it.

life is a nightmare: She did really well, I'm glad she's advancing despite that Tsubasa guy cutting her up with his glass.

deku deck-you: I think that guy might be related to one of my old friends before UA.

foil-mecha: What happened that you aren't friends anymore

deku deck-you: Tsubasa Ryuu? He got kidnapped or something during a break and I never saw him again. My other two friends? They were fake. They ditched me after the Sludge Villain incident.

nat20: I'll kick their asses for you.

deku deck-you: I wouldn't stop you from burning Aldera Middle School to the ground. For Deku's sake, mostly, but also because I hated those teachers.

feral cat dad: What happened at Aldera Middle School?

deku deck-you: Well, you probably know from Deku by now that I wasn't always easy on him or even this easy to get along with. From the time Deku was misdiagnosed as quirkless, I bullied him. Let's be honest, my reasoning wasn't important because I made his life a living hell just because mine was a living hell at home.

deku deck-you: We talked about everything the day after I moved into the dorms, so don't worry, there's no hard feelings and we're working through all the shit I did to him.

deku deck-you: But, anyway, the teachers at Aldera tried to fail Deku constantly because of his 'quirklessness' but I'd vouch his grades for him once I realized they were trying to flunk him out of the school. And, after the Sludge Villain happened, they began doing the same thing to me because they thought I was influenced by a villain even though I'd told them so many times that I was basically a hostage.

feral cat dad: Looks like I'm opening a formal complaint against Aldera Middle School after the Sports Festival.

deku deck-you: Don't, me and Deku just want to leave Aldera behind us.

feral cat dad: Fine.

feral cat dad: Oh, they had a draw while we were texting. Jeez, that was fast.

deku deck-you: Don't you dare underestimate Kirishima.

ranch flavored jello: Someone has a crush.

deku deck-you: Don't you dare speak of this. I'll launch Deku at you.

ranch flavored jello: Jeez, fine. Feral Deku scares me.

deku deck-you: Good. I gotta go.

12:20 PM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Wow, Kats. You did great.

deku deck-you: Can't talk right now. She's in pain and won't let go of me.

deku deck-you is now offline

feral cat dad: Fuck, she overstressed herself.

farmer toshi: I want so badly to check on her but I need to fight Tokoyami now.

1:15 PM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Katsuki, you're coming back soon, right? I mean, your match is next after Todoroki and Yaoyorozu.

deku deck-you is online

deku deck-you: I'm back, who's won?

farmer toshi: Kirishima won against Tetsutetsu in their rematch, I won against Fumi, Midoriya won against Toru, Kiyo won against Shizuka, Kaminari just won against Fujioka.

deku deck-you: Okay, good.

ranch flavored jello: I'm down by the entrance to the field. What's wrong with Yaoyorozu?

ranch flavored jello has started a video chat

[Yaoyorozu is shown fumbling around a bit in the ring and Todoroki is in a fighting stance, but drops it when she's facing the wrong way]

Yaoyorozu, why are you stumbling? -Unknown

Shut up and fight me, Todoroki! -Unknown

Something's wrong with you, I won't compete if you're hurt. -Unknown

Just fight me! -Unknown

[Yaoyorozu is shown collapsing and Midnight goes to check on her.]

Yaoyorozu cannot compete due to a previous injury, this match goes to Todoroki! -Unknown

ranch flavored jello has ended the group chat

gay salt: Mon dieu. Is she alright?

ranch flavored jello: She's muttering about her eyes.

ranch flavored jello: Oh god, there's glass in her eyes.

feral cat dad: Get up here, Toru. Now, you don't have to see that.

ranch flavored jello: I won't leave her alone without anyone she knows. I won't. She can't see, Dad.

feral cat dad: Okay, keep her company. But please be aware, they're probably going to do surgery to try to save her vision.

ranch flavored jello: It must have happened when she made that smoke bomb and Tsubasa couldn't see her.

feral cat dad: They're already having Katsuki against Kirishima to ease the tension in the stadium. Clearly, Katsuki's winning already.

2:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Yeah, Katsuki won. So did Shinsou against Midoriya, Kiyo won against Kaminari, and Katsuki won against Todoroki.

ranch flavored jello: At least there's some good news.

deku deck-you: What good news? Icyhot wouldn't fight me with his fire and we spent like ten minutes yelling about trauma before the fucker got blown back so hard when his fire hit my explosion that he's now got a concussion.

feral cat dad: I understand you're angry, but you didn't do anything wrong, Katsuki.

deku deck-you: I know, I just feel bad. Now two of the people I've fought today are out of commission temporarily and I feel responsible.

feral cat dad: I know, and I also know they'll both forgive you. You went off with Uraraka for almost a hour and you didn't mean to injure Todoroki.

2:20 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: I'm so proud of all three of you.

farmer toshi: Katsuki, you're helping put my shoulder into place as a punishment for pulling it out. Recovery Girl already said it was fine.

deku deck-you: A punishment I'll accept fully for doing it in the first place. After I'm done visiting Pink Cheeks again.

deku deck-you is now offline

feral cat dad: My chaotic sons.

ranch flavored jello: Alright, I'm back. Momo can't leave the hospital tonight and she's been instructed to have Recovery Girl heal her in two days.

feral cat dad: There's my daughter. It's a good thing you kids are off for two days after today because you need time to heal after all that.

feral cat dad: Nezu's already insisted Yaoyorozu stay in the dorms because he doesn't want her too far from campus and her parents live in Tokyo prefecture and he feels it's too far for an injures student to travel.

feral cat dad: Tokage is already getting spoken to by Nezu, so she'll likely be added to this chat soon enough. Toru, can you turn on Yaoyorozu's screen reader for her so I can add her to this chat.

ranch flavored jello: Done!

feral cat dad has added Yaoyorozu

Yaoyorozu: Hello everyone!

foil-mecha: Hi, Momo!

Yaoyorozu: Hello! I'm going to take a nap, the surgery was very taxing so I'm quite tired. I'll message you all later when I wake up.

ranch flavored jello: I'll stay with her, don't worry!

Yaoyorozu is now offline

feral cat dad: You haven't changed her username yet, Hitoshi.

farmer toshi: I figure she probably doesn't know our usernames yet so I'll do it later after we tell her ours.

deku deck-you is now online

deku deck-you: Nezu's with Uraraka so I can't visit her right now.

farmer toshi: Is she okay?

deku deck-you: I don't know if I'm allowed to say. Honestly, if it were me and someone told other people I didn't know well without me knowing, I'd call it an invasion of privacy.

feral cat dad: Nezu said Uraraka should be fine. There's no need to worry about her, Recovery Girl is nothing if not adamant on the care of her patients.

deku deck-you: Alright, I'm allowed in now that she's asking for me.

deku deck-you is now offline

life is a nightmare: I wonder how badly hurt she is to want Katsuki there for comfort.

3:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

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uraravity Welcome to the world baby boy, despite being unexpected.

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minabeana Oh my gosh, that baby is so cute. I love him already.

winniepie He's so cute.

kiripima Aw, welcome to the world, little guy.

sparklegirl He's cute, Ocha, mon ami!

michipeachy 🥰🥰🥰

farmer toshi: Does Uraraka have a baby sibling?

foil-mecha: Last I heard she was an only sibling.

nat20: Maybe her mom had the baby today?

feral cat dad: Alright, Uraraka is good now, not that I need to tell you since Aoyama apparently stalks people's accounts on everything.

gay salt: Hey, she gave me her account name willingly! I have all the other girl's accounts.

feral cat dad: Anyway. Tokage's also done talking to Nezu. Here's the girls of the hour.

feral cat dad has added Uraraka and Tokage

Uraraka: Hi, guys.

gay salt: Ocha, are you okay?

Uraraka: Oh yeah, Nezu said me and my baby can stay at the dorms.

gay salt: Quoi? Your baby?

Uraraka: Yeah, didn't Katsuki or Aizawa tell you all? That's why I'm moving into the dorms. I went after my match in the Sports Festival with Katsuki and they had to end up doing an emergency C-Section because they weren't finding a heartbeat. Thankfully, my idiot daughter is fine, just chaotic.

gay salt: What's her name?

Uraraka: Uraraka Emiyo.

gay salt: I will spoil her.

foil-mecha: How cute is she?

Uraraka: katsukicryingholdingemiyo.jpg

foil-mecha: Truly a glorious child. I assure you, us 1a students will assist you in your raising of dear Emiyo as best we can.

ranch flavored jello: I'm not good with baby-babies but I'll try.

Yaoyorozu is now online

Yaoyorozu: I'll help as well, once I'm able to.

Uraraka: It's okay if you don't want to, Momo.

Yaoyorozu: I don't believe you were there for it but, in the second rounds, I had to forfeit the match to Todoroki because, in the first round, Tsubasa Yuudai accidentally got glass in my eyes. My win in the first round was a fluke and I was running only off instinct when I got him out of bounds but, since taking the glass out can't fix the amount of nerve damage, I'll likely be blind for the foreseeable future.

Uraraka: Oh gods, Momo, I'd come give you a hug but I can't move around much yet.

Yaoyorozu: It's fine, Uraraka. It was an accident after all, he didn't mean to do that but the smoke bomb I made obscured his vision.

life is a nightmare: If either of you need anything, just text us, someone will get it to you.

Yaoyorozu: Thank you, but I have Toru for now!

Uraraka: Thanks. I'm good, I've got a Katsuki.

nat20: You say that like you've roped him in or something.

Uraraka: Well he's been proclaiming that he's Emiyo's uncle for the whole thirty minutes she's been in this world.

schrodinger better run: To be fair, is he not her uncle by now?

Uraraka: He is. He's the first besides my parents and me to hold her. He's definitely her uncle.

pure: Has he even put her down yet?

Uraraka: katsukiasleepwithemmiyoinhisarms.jpg

Uraraka: No, he hasn't. My mom's about to pick her up though. She's worried she'll fall and I have to feed her and all so he'll be temporarily losing holding rights anyway since I have to make him leave to feed her.

gay salt: He's sleeping, Ocha. Plus, I thought you knew he was 💅

Uraraka: He's gay?

gay salt: No, he's trans, Ocha, us girls had a whole meeting on including our ftm classmates on girl days if they're comfortable with it and you forgot?

Uraraka: Oh yeah, in that case I'm whipping out the titty so my mom can show my how to feed a baby.

Uraraka is now offline

feral cat dad: You kids are going to give me a heart attack one day and I'll put all your names on my tombstone as a reason I died.

@everythingisstardust 

[moonawrites]

From my list of prompts I save: "You just wanted them because they light up." (I hope this helps! Writer's block sucks <3)

“Ha! See? They’re super functional,” Lily calls from down the hall. James glances up from his laptop and watches with poorly contained amusement as Lily struts out of their bedroom, down the short hall, and across the length of the living room. She spins with flourish at the end, and James can’t help the smile on his face, his heart threatening to burst with fondness.

Lily is dressed in baggy grey sweatpants that he has never seen her wear before except for the time they painted their apartment, a white skin tight crop top that he has to admit he loves, a slightly oversized bomber jacket that usually looks much better, and… the shoes. God, those fucking shoes.

They’re chunky white high tops with silver metallic embellishment, and he knows Lily thinks they’re ugly. She has to, because they are obviously, objectively, very, very ugly. The worst part (or the best, depending on how you look at it) of the shoes is the line of blue LED lights embedded into the three inch rubber heels. James presses his lips together to stop from laughing. The entire ensemble is ridiculous, made more so by how far it is from Lily’s regular style. But she looks so proud of herself, so completely delighted. He has no choice but to indulge her.

“Mhm, they look.. um, very comfortable.” James knows they are not, they’re an entire size too small and he’s sure Lily’s toes are screaming in their confines.

“They are, and they’re actually cute in an unconventional way, right? Like they’re a statement piece. But they’re white sneakers, you can wear them with anything,” Lily continues.

“A valid point, I don’t know how I didn’t see it before,” James agrees. They do not go with anything.

Lily had found them at a tourist trap market on their trip to Hong Kong, and her entire face had lit up brighter than the garish shoes covering the stall. He’d laughed at first, thinking she was just messing around, but Lily seemed to be genuinely excited about the shoes.

“Did you never have a pair of light up shoes when you were a kid?” he’d asked, assuming that’s what it was about.

“Um, it’s not about that,” Lily had insisted. “They’re just cute, don’t you think?”

They decisively were not, but Lily liked them, so James had shrugged and carried the bag, albeit with a bit of teasing. The excitement didn’t wear off when they made it back to London – if anything, it was renewed and heightened when she rediscovered them while they unpacked.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Lily says now, narrowing her eyes in accusation.

“I mean I already told you they’re awful, but if you’re into, who am I to put you down for it? I kinda like the lowkey slutty, middle school bully look on you.”

Lily looks so genuinely offended, and James can’t not laugh. “That is not what this is!” she argues. “It’s… trendy. We should make a tiktok, the kids will love them.”

“The kids will bully you into deactivating your account.” James walks over and pulls Lily in for a kiss. “Let’s go show you off at Sweet Tooth first.”

James fights his smile at the flicker of hesitation in Lily’s eyes. “Right now?” she asks.

“Yeah, come on.” James grabs Lily’s hand in one hand and his wallet and keys with the other, and then he’s tugging her out the door and outside. Sweet Tooth is an ice cream shop that’s just a quick ten minute walk from their apartment. But ten minutes is longer than Lily’s going to last, he’s sure.

As they walk, Lily tugs at her jacket and looks down at her shoes and then around her at the other people on the relatively busy street. Most people don’t seem to give a shit, which is to be expected. Some people would dress in Lily’s current getup unironically. But she does get a look here and there, eyes lingering on the lights that flash as she walks. Halfway through, she starts to limp a bit. But she perseveres.

“I think they’re a hit,” Lily says as they arrive at Sweet Tooth. “People looked very jealous.”

“As they should be, they light up. How was the walk? Comfortable?”

Lily’s face falters a bit, but she keeps up her smile. “Yeah. Like, a tiny bit tight, but they’re worth it.”

“Baby, why won’t you admit you just wanted them because they light up?”

Lily scoffs. “And prove you right? Fuck you. I’ll wear them to our wedding.”

“I changed my mind about getting married.”

Lily smacks him, and James snickers again. “You realize you basically admitted it, right? You implied I’m right.”

Lily pauses for a moment, thinking back on what she said, and sighs in defeat. “Fine. I never got to have light up shoes as a kid and I got so excited about them that I bought the ugliest shoes in the world in a size too small for probably five times more than they’re worth. Happy?”

“No, but I will be when we have ice cream and those monstrosities are in the garbage.”

“If I throw them out right now, will you give me a piggyback home? My feet are fucking killing me.”

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okay I wrote for a long time thinking eventually this would have a point and come to a natural end but it did not so I gave up. enjoy whatever this is??? thank you for the prompt, it was honestly a hard one lol sorry this is pointless trash <3

[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 2 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre:

Fluff, crack (maybe explicit content in the next chapters)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: none, just a smirk here and there ;)

Words: 2.7k

A/N: Hello there! Here’s part 2 and I just wanted to thank everyone who had liked my work so far :3 I’d be more than happy to know your thoughts about this part too hehe. Oh and it’s not over yet so watch out for a part 3 somewhen in the next days/weeks. As always, excuse my grammar - also because I didn’t re-read this part ugh.... ♡

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After uni, you went back home to get rid of your notebook and papers. Finally your backpack wasn't heavy anymore and you could fill it with stuff you would need later. A soft knock on your door interrupted you, it was your mother. "Do you want to try some of the avocado salad that i made? It's really good you know?" Smiling, your eyes wandered around your room. "I'll join you after I'm done here, mom. Maybe in 10 minutes." She left your door with a happy 'okay', leaving you alone again. 

On your way back home, you thought about what to prepare for later. On your list were cute clothes and nail polish. First you wanted to bring some makeup as well but when you remembered that you wouldn't reveal much of your face anyways so there was no use. Nail polish could deliver a more sophisticated vibe? Elegant? .... sexy? You had different possibilities for photos in your head. Like wrapping your arms around your best friend or covering his eyes with your hands. Your dark red nail polish could be a great addition to it. There were a lot of cute clothes in your wardrobe. You didn't want to bring everything with you since you would need different pieces for the next days and photos but there was also a chance to take more photos in advance so you could relax in between - or plan more if it fails. 

On your way out of the room, you saw a bunch of pastel hair clips and ties that you quickly threw inside your bag.

Walking over to your mother, you sat down across her and looked at your plate in awe. "Wow mom! You should definitely open a youtube channel or write a book with your recipes.. or make an instagram account with your food! It looks amazing!" Your mother giggled at your comment. But you meant it. The way your mother placed the salad on the plate and decorated it with little tomatoes to make it more colorful, you didn't want to destroy it with your fork. And the way the avocado was cut and twisted like a rose on top of the mixed salad. "Is it as good at it seems?" Your question caused your mother to pout slightly. "Of course! If not, even better! You will see!"

And it really was. Not that it was a big surprise to you. Your mother was a great cook, a great baker, a great improviser. Just an all rounder and you often asked yourself what you had inherited because besides making simple dishes, you failed at all the other things your mother could do without breaking a sweat.

„Do you have plans today?"

"Yup!" You answered while chewing.

"Are you going to sleep at Wonwoo's place again?"

"Yup!"

"Ah, you guys seem very close. I love it!"

"We have some kind of project going on so we have to spend more time together."

"If that's even possible. When are you going to move in with him?"

You choked on a slice of avocado. "What?!"

"I mean you can be honest with me, dear. You know I would be overly happy if you guys end up together. Oh my god that would be perfect!"

"Mom, stop dreaming. He's my bestie. I'm his bestie. I laughed at him when in kindergarten a girl punched out his canine and he laughed at me when I puked all over our high school teacher. I could never ever date someone who knows that much embarrassing stories about me. Never!"

Your mother looked at you with more determination in her eyes. "But don't those memories make it even better? Being old and grumpy and laughing about stories like that? Or looking at photos and remembering the good old times?" She clapped her hands excitedly but you just rolled your eyes. Your parents would try to get you two together until the very end it seemed.

Awaiting a response from you, you felt the familiar tension rising up and this was the perfect time to leave before the discussion about you dating her best friend's son would continue forever, resulting in you being too late at Wonwoo's place.

Ignoring your mother's complains and whines, you quickly finished your dish and ran to the door, sliding into your converse before leaving the apartment with a 'see you tomorrow, mom. I love you'.

Wonwoo's apartment wasn't too far away. Just 3 stops away that you two often walked the short distance whenever the weather was good or you weren't in a hurry. Right in the middle of the way was a little park where you sometimes meet up in the middle of the night to talk about things that bothered you or just to get ice cream. But if the weather was too bad, a phone call would do instead. 

Sometimes you were wondering what would be different if Wonwoo and you had feelings for each other. If you two would be attracted to each other. Would your friendship change that much or would it stay the same? Just with the additional couple stuff?

After picking up some burritos from your favorite restaurant, you entered Wonwoo's apartment complex and not long after, you were ringing his doorbell. As if he had been waiting for you, the door opened almost immediately.

"Yo! I got us food! You hungry?"

"You know me too well."

He waved you inside and half an hour later, you two were laying on the couch, your head resting on his lap while his long fingers played with your hair, music playing in the background.

"So, I guess the food wasn't what you meant with urgent, right?"

You looked up at him with a sour face, causing him to chuckle. "Okay okay miss, please don't bury my body in a moldy backyard with your gaze. So.. you want more photos?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what kind of photos you want?"

"Yes."

"Do we need a lot?"

"Yes."

"Will this take a long time so you are going to sleep here?"

"Yes."

"Everything's telling me that you missed me."

"Ye- what? Oh wait..." You propped yourself up, facing him. "Where were you when I sent the text?"

"Mh? I was with Dokyeom and Chan. Chan had troubles with the kids from that other school again so Dokyeom wanted to help. Actually a good plan if you ask me but they ended up being bullied together... so your man had to help."

"My man? Tsk, you wish."

"Is hero better?"

"Worse."

Wonwoo pushed his bottom lip out, giving you a puppy look. "Oh Wonwoo, please stop."

"Tell me I did good and I will."

"Disgusting!"

Turning around so he was now facing your back, he moved closer to you, grabbing and shaking your shoulders in an attempt to convince you. “Pretty please?? Come on, y/n."

You sighted loudly. "Man... alright. You helped our friends so of course you did good."

He cocked his head a bit and stopped the shaking, thinking about your words before nodding satisfied. He knew you well enough to get what he wanted.

Readjusting himself, he leaned back, arms extended over the backrest in both directions. "So is the little lady now up for the sexy photos?" His cocky way to look and talk to you made you gag. You hit his chest and pointed at him. "I told you, I won't do that with you. I wanted to take cute photos so I brought a bunch of clothes and stuff!"

Wonwoo gave your backpack a curious look. "A bunch of clothes... you're staying the night.. where is your stuff for uni then?"

His question was followed by silence. You really forgot that you had to go to uni again. All the thoughts about your new Instagram page made you forget the important stuff you need for a living. How could you forget?! Now you have to get up earlier tomorrow so you can get your stuff from home. You are so stupid!

"You are so stupid!" Wonwoo spoke your thoughts out loud and facepalmed you softly with a chuckle. You just sighted with a defeated expression. „You know, you are really smart y/n but only when you want to. And that doesn’t happen often. Bestie speaking.“ Your nose scrunched with a scoff. You were more than thankful to have such a good friend like Wonwoo but you often felt the urge to hit him with an iron bat for his honesty.

But before you would dwell in self-pity or would smash something real hard against his head - because he knew that expression on your face - Wonwoo stood up and got your bag, changing the topic. "Let's start with the photos then before you get sleepy."

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4 hours later, you two had enough. What started off with easy-going selfies with laughter and bickering, quickly turned into a competition between the two of you. Of course you took the much needed photos for your Instagram page but in between you halfway forgot about it and having a better selfie than Wonwoo was suddenly all that counted. The goal was to get the other to surrender, which wasn’t easy. Neither of you wanted to lose and because you had known each other for over a decade, you knew almost all sides of the other. There was nothing that could shock you or surprise you. That’s what you thought.

Because somewhere after 10 pm, Wonwoo suddenly announced his plan to take a shower and you thought nothing was wrong with that. Little did you know, that he was going to take photos there. So while you were comfortable on the couch with a bowl of snacks in your lap, you scrolled through the new bunch of photos. You even created several folders. ’IG me’, ‘IG Wonu’, ‘IG cute’ and ‘IG others’. Today was all about being cute although there were quite a few times when neither Wonwoo or you liked the others ideas. For example, you wanted to take a photo of Wonwoo fixing your shoe laces because you had seen a lot of other people doing that but he thought it was a stupid idea to do it at home. It would look fake, he said. And you had agreed. You made a mental note to take this photo the next time you were outside. Or Wonwoo suggested that he could place his hand on your bare thigh and take a photo just because he wanted to ‘spice it up a little’. You made him stop with an extra hard punch on his arm though. You weren’t able to count how often you had to remind him that you only wanted cute and innocent photos.

Trying to choose one for today’s evening post, you smiled at the photos of him struggling to make you a fishtail braid. He had studied several videos of tutorials and even worked on your hair while a video was playing but he failed so hard that you took nearly 100 photos of it. Thanks to the nearby mirror, you were able to take them without revealing too much of your identity.

You heard how the bathroom door unlocked and saw Wonwoo leave it seconds after, dressed in dark pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt, with one hand rubbing a towel through his hair, with the other typing on his phone. ‘What an all-rounder’, you snorted under your breath, thinking to yourself that he must be the only man who could multi-talk even though this ability ended with a third task but for a man it was still impressive. When he joined you on the couch, you quickly made some space so he won’t sit down on your face, also offering him a snack which you put in his mouth as he opened up.

“Refresh the app, y/n.”

With curious eyes, you did what you were told and the moment you saw what he meant, you stopped yourself gasping halfway. 

“W-what the??” Your arms covered your eyes almost instinctively.

"I mean, cute photos always get good feedback. But if you want to have a boost in likes and followers, this is the way to go."

“B-but you should have discussed it with me beforehand!” You whined while peeking through your fingers to glare at him from the side.

“Oh really?” His voice was teasingly innocent which made the situation less stressful for you.

What was open on your phone screen was a photo of your best friend, his bare chest wet with water and a suggestive smirk on his lips. You couldn’t see above his mouth nor much below his navel but it was enough to cause your cheeks to heat up furiously. You knew he was handsome, you have always known, but right now was a little different. To see him taking advantage of it like this made you speechless. You didn’t dare to stare for too long, you felt the eyes of the person beside you on yourself.

“So what do you say?”

“…….. let’s go to bed!”

Wonwoo’s eyes got slightly bigger in surprise but then there was a smirk on his lips. “So that’s the way you roll, baby? Okay, let’s have some fun then.”

You almost spit out the cheese ball that was in your mouth. “What the hell?? Jeon Wonwoo, I’m sleepy! I want to sleep!! And stop babying me or you won’t be able to go to uni tomorrow!!”

“Is that so? What are you planning on doing to me huh?”

Getting up, you stomped off to the bathroom. “You’re extremely annoying, you know that?”

He just chuckled at your reaction and followed you to get ready for bed. “I love you too, y/n.”

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The next day at uni was like any other day, except you were than sleepy and annoyed because smart y/n had to get her stuff from home. When you sat outside from uni with your friends, Wonwoo was across the bench you were sitting beside Hoshi, currently listening to him ramble about visiting the zoo and greeting his tiger family when a group of girls squealed all of a sudden. 

You all looked in the direction of the source and Seungkwan sighed. “Yoon Jeonghan, who else.”

“Yoon who?”

“The most handsome guy on campus according to the uni magazine,” Hoshi added and you cocked your head, seeing him from afar. He had silky hair and a sharp jawline. He was attractive but you wouldn’t call him the most handsome guy.

"I don't think he's sooo handsome though. Wonwoo is way better.” You said after a while, finishing the teriyaki wrap you were holding in your hand.

A piece of grilled sausage fell from Wonwoo's chopsticks but he quickly took it in between again and continued eating so no one knew. Getting compliments from you wasn't something new to him but lately it felt a little different but he couldn't wrap a finger around it what it really was. 

"Oh just open his Instagram. You can thank me later."

You shook your head no and took a sip of your water. “No thanks. Not interested.”

“But it’s funny. Once he kind of fought off a group of admires when a girl fell and twisted her ankle. She had to wear a cast for half a year but she was happy because it was Yoon Jeonghan. Crazy, isn't it?"

"You're ridiculous.” Once again, you turned around to look at the allegedly most wanted man from campus who disappeared in the building including his fans.

"Everyone on campus knows that story and a lot more. How you missed out on important facts like this is a mystery, really. Where do you live? Behind the moon?”

Shrugging your shoulders at the comment, you unlocked your phone, trying to show your friends how uninteresting that Yoon Jeonghan was to you but secretly you looked up his Instagram. Well, not bad. He knew how to pose. And was his skin really that pale and clear? Must be a filter. You were 100 % sure. Absentmindedly you scrolled through it but when you had enough, you went to your shared account with Wonwoo. ‘Oh a new post!’ Quickly making sure that Hoshi wasn’t looking, you opened the post and nearly dropped the phone when you saw the text Wonwoo had added. The photo was uploaded 2 minutes ago. A photo from yesterday when he was playing with your hair after you two had dinner. You didn’t know he took a photo. Your eyes were glued on the short text.

I’m in love with her.