#I'm also going to be in the same class next year but I actually like choir and work hard to better myself

[morrigan-sims]

oc anon my alias can just be 🐵 cus my username base off that lmao. i got some notes duh, favourite oc apperance wise, is 100% minodora or havoc!!! i love their character design and colour palette!! obviously i love rook but ill skip him just cus ive asked about him before. story wise i think carrion and avra!! love her bullet notes!

ANONNNNN, I LOVE YOUUUUU.

Yes, Minodora is probably my "prettiest" dnd OC. I love her visual design SO much. Sadly she was only for a oneshot, but I should absolutely revive her and use her for a campaign. Honestly she'd make a really good Eloquence Bard, even though that's not what she is right now. (Since yk, raised at court and all that.)

I'm glad you really like Havoc!!! They're one of my more "basic" OCs when it comes to visual design, but I am an absolute SUCKER for tieflings and I like the color red. (If you can't tell by my blog theme lmao.) I really would love to play them in a real campaign someday, although they don't have ANY backstory to speak of.

I'm really really really really really glad you like Carrion and Avra!!! They're two of the PCs I'm playing right now, and I'm absurdly attached to both of them.

I ended up dropping a ton of Avra and Carrion lore under the cut, plus a couple bonus lighthearted/silly stories from Rook's campaign (that I had nothing to do with, lmao), because Avra and Carrion's shit is SAD.

Fun bonus fact about Avra: The quote on her character page ("some things should just stay dead") was said to the party cleric about his actual literal daughter. YEAH. IT WAS BAD. Like, excuse me, but hypocrite much???? (Tbf, she does have some doubts about her own resurrection, which is something that I'll be leaning into again now that the DM adjusted how he's playing the Raven Queen. But STILL.) I love her, she's so messy.

She's also a werewolf because during her first ever session she failed a con save after getting bitten by a wolf (this is Curse of Strahd, they can ALL make you werewolves, lmao) with a Nat 1. (Her first ever roll was also a nat 1. On a fucking stealth check of all things. It was SO embarrassing.) Later, the druid rolled a nat 2 on a check to help her, then she rolled a nat 1 on a wisdom save so she transformed and started attacking the party. They knocked her down to 0hp, but then these idiots (affectionate) HEALED HER. WHILE SHE WAS STILL A WEREWOLF. So she just got up and started attacking them again!!! It ended VERY BADLY, and we are NOT on good terms with the hags whose house we were in. (Continually blowing them off and refusing to do the job they ordered us to do for days/weeks since then certainly hasn't helped, and I can't wait for it to bite us in the ass soon.)

On top of being a werewolf, she also almost became a vampire because she got brought to zero hp by one of those, but the druid used his "birthday point" (which we can use to break the rules) to undo that and just THROW the vampire into the woods before he could bite me. So that's nice. I really didn't want to be a vampire. We already have one vampire in the party and being a vampire AND a werewolf just seems unnecessary, lmao.

As for Carrion, well, there's MOUNTAINS of lore for him. During his first ever session he took 2nd watch, which happened to be when one of the people staying at our campfire transformed into a Delirium-fueled monster and attacked. He also transformed (that's what his rage is) and fought back. But when the party woke up they saw TWO delirium monsters fighting. And since they didn't know about Carrion's transformation, they attacked him too. (I gave them the OK for it, and I actually took 2nd watch on purpose bc I was hoping for this, lmao.) The only actual HP damage he took was actually from the warlock (Valeska)'s Eldritch Blast. (Since his shifter thing and his rage are one single combined bonus action he had temp hp which was all the monster got to hit at.)

After the fight he was expecting the rest of the party to try and kill him, but Valeska just started peppering him with questions and it was so unexpected that he stopped panicking and answered. A few days later, they were sitting in their shitty rented tiny house while the paladin was at the temple, and Valeska asked Carrion if he was afraid of his own transformations. He said no, he was afraid of other people's reactions to him. (Valid given that the last time people found out about them they left him for dead...)

And Valeska asked him if he wasn't afraid of the shifts, why did he call himself a monster. He replied "Because no one has ever called me anything different." And there was a long silence, and Carrion thought he had said too much so he just gruffly and awkwardly said "Goodnight, Valeska" and rolled over to go to bed.

And she says "Carrion?"

His reply (sounding annoying) is "What do you want, Valeska?"

And then. This 5'-nonthing, barely-an-adult, has less than no social skills girl says: "Nothing, just saying your name. See? I called you something other than a monster."

WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST MY SHIT!!!!!

Me and Valeska's player are now both absolutely FURIOUS with ourselves, because we will never, ever, ever be able to top that, and that was fucking SESSION ONE!!!!!!! We're both in agony over it.

Okay, we've had enough sad. I'll end with a silly dnd story. One of the funniest things that's ever been said in any dnd game I've ever played in was when the druid in Rook's party (WHO WORKS FOR THE GOVERNMENT OF THE BLACK DESERT KINGDOM), said "The Black Desert kind of sucks if you like the ocean. Actually, the Black Desert just kind of sucks in general."

I was in TEARS over that one. Like, buddy, you live here??? And are a relatively important member of the government?????

That player is also responsible for the funniest thing that has ever been said about Rook in-character. We were walking through the city and we somehow got wind that Captain Wolf was walking towards us (she was looking for the bard, bc he and the wizard used to be really close with her and she was worried about him bc we had just rescued him from being kidnapped by his bosses). So Rook and half of the party take off fucking SPRINTING to get away, leaving only the bard, the wizard, and the druid behind.

Conversation is going fine until Wolf asks about Rook. Party scrambles to come up with something. The bard, obviously, has good Charisma. But hilariously, his player is a TERRIBLE liar. He spits out something vaguely plausible, but fails his deception check miserably. It's now the druid's turn to try. He has like, a +2 to his check (as opposed to the bard's +10 or something). He says "Yeah, we don't work with Rook anymore. He lies too much."

I had to mute myself because I was cackling too loudly, because not only is this hilariously accurate, the druid (both as a player and as a character) has only been back with the party for ONE DAY (2.5 sessions) after being gone for months. But this is the first thing that pops into his head. (In his defense, not only is it accurate, but one of the first things he saw the party do was lecture the shit out of Rook because they finally found out about the demon curse he'd been hiding for weeks.)

Wolf rolls insight and believes that Rook isn't with the party, but doesn't believe they left him in the other city. She asks again. Now it's the wizard's turn. The wizard has -1 charisma, and honestly acts like he has a -3 (we love him, though, it's okay).

He says that Rook did come back to the Black Desert Kingdom with the others, but separated after that, and that his parting wish was that they not tell Wolf he's still in the city. Okay, that's actually a really good lie!!! (It should be, I helped with it!!)

Wizard rolls, gets like, a 12. Bad, but pretty good for the wizard. We're all biting our nails bc we don't know Wolf's insight mod, but we know it's GOOD. DM rolls. He starts laughing. We're all SO TENSE. He says "she rolled a two". We all start laughing and cheering.

(I then had to roll an acrobatics check to see if I'd made it far enough away bc she had her navigator cast Locate Person for Rook. I rolled a 28 and was fine.)

[luv4freddie]

Fools - T.N

in which the only Hufflepuff friend in the group of slytherins develops a crush on Theodore Nott— something only fools do.

fem!hufflepuff reader, bff Pansy, use of euphemisms and teasing yn for being innocent but sfw, reader is very emotional, jealous theo, 2800 words

"Y/n!!"

After a year, you'd think that people would get used to seeing the same Hufflepuff go over to the Slytherin table, but alas, half the Great Hall turned to watch you approach the table and take a seat next to Pansy.

She sticks her middle finger up behind your back, aiming it at all of the people who are still staring, and they quickly turn away. It was an unlikely friendship, but she was not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it.

"About time you get here," Draco huffs, "I've had to hear Pansy's 'girl talk' while you were sleeping."

You smile sheepishly at him, you had taken your sweet time this morning, hitting snooze a few times before listening to your favorite record and doing more singing than actually getting ready— resulting in you being extra late to breakfast.

"Sorry, Draco."

"Don't apologize yn, he doesn't deserve it."

You can hear the teasing lilt in Theo's voice from across the table, and Draco throws a handful of grapes at him.

"Whatever," Pansy turns her back to them, "did you hear, apparently the Hufflepuff chaser has a crush on you."

Your eyes flit between her face and your hands, and you wonder where she got her information from.

The boys around you seem to perk up at this, and Draco chides Pansy for deeming that piece of information unimportant compared to all her other, much more useless, girl talk this morning.

"Where on Earth did you hear that?" You cut in, not enjoying the way everyone is suddenly interested in your (nonexistent) love life.

"From a very trustworthy source," is all she'll give away, and you cringe.

"Can we change subjects, please?"

Theo narrows his eyes at you, as if he's searching your face for something.

"You don't care about it then? You're not jumping at the chance to ride his broom?"

The Slytherins around you snicker at his euphemism, but you go bright red.

"I- what! Why would you say- no!"

This only makes them laugh harder, but Pansy collects herself enough to place a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Don't worry, we all know our little puff would never."

You slap her hand away, upset at them treating you like a child.

"Well if you guys are only gonna tease me, I'm gonna go back to my own table."

"Y/n, we didn't mean-" Theo starts, but he's still got a smirk on his face, so you ignore him, leaving before he can try and stop you.

You take a seat at your own house table, and the Hufflepuffs around you immediately welcome you into their conversation.

You don't know why it bothered you so much. They were right, you weren't going to be "riding someone's broom" anytime soon, but hearing the way they talked about it— like you were just some silly, innocent baby— really bugged you.

If you were being honest with yourself, you also knew that deep down you've been repressing feelings for Theodore, because you knew enough stories about him to know it would never work. He was a heartthrob, and had no issue finding girls to entertain him at night— to him you were just a little girl. That conversation was just more proof. There's no way he'd be interested in you.

You unintentionally make eye contact with Zacharias Smith when you finally get out of your head, but you immediately look away, turning back to your friends just as Hannah asks about your Christmas plans.

You don't see your Slytherin friends again until Charms class, and Pansy immediately brings up what happened at breakfast.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't want you to feel bad, that's just how we are."

You give her a tight lipped smile, shrugging your shoulders. You've realized that most of the anger came from the realization that Theo probably saw you as a child, not actually their teasing.

"No biggie, it's forgiven."

She eyes you suspiciously but decides not to question it, instead starting to talk about her next party idea until she gets shushed when Professor Flitwick starts explaining directions.

You use the quiet moment to sneak a look at Theo, who's leaned back in his chair smirking at something Draco said next to him.

Pansy turns to you and you quickly shift your focus, but it appears she's already seen you. She gives you a raised eyebrow, and you play dumb, looking back at the teapot on your desk and trying to give it legs.

"What was that about back there?" Pansy asks as the two of you walk out together.

"I know it took me forever to get those stupid legs," you cringe, hoping to throw her off course.

"No I meant your staring."

You try not to look guilty, just shrugging your shoulders and explaining, "figured the boys might have figured it out faster. Should have known better."

She grins at that, muttering "you really should have." But something tells you she doesn't quite believe your story.

Your thoughts are only confirmed the next day when she invites you over to her dorm and then immediately suggests the two of you take veritaserum to play a game of truth or dare.

You let out a sigh.

"I'm not doing that Pans, just ask me whatever you want to know."

She grins, "you know me so well."

"Unfortunately," you tease, and she slaps your arm but asks her question anyway.

"Do you have a crush on Draco?"

Her face drops into confusion when you start laughing hysterically.

"That's what you thought? Merlin, you had me scared for no reason. No Pans, I absolutely do not have a crush on Draco."

She lets out a small sigh of relief, but you can tell she's a little peeved you laughed at her.

"Well what was I supposed to think? You got all grumpy yesterday when we were teasing you about your love life, and then the staring. It was either that or you're secretly in love with Nott, which, lets be for real."

She leaves it at that, but your cheeks flush pink. Be for real what? Be for real, he'd never want you? Be for real, what universe would the two of you work out? Be for real, he hates you?

The thoughts keep coming one after another, and suddenly your vision is blurred.

"Hey, woah, what's wrong?"

You cursed Pansy for being so observant.

"Nothing, I think my allergies are acting up." You say, but there's sadness in your voice, and there's an inch of snow outside, which isn't exactly pollen friendly.

"Don't lie to me y/n."

"I'm sorry for being so stupid and emotional." You cry, and Pansy rubs your back slowly.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being emotional! You don't see us do it much, but a lot of that's got to do with how we were raised. I wish I felt things as deeply as you do."

Your tears seem to slow, and she smiles.

"Now as for stupid, that depends on where that fit came from."

You look up at her in embarrassment, more hot tears threatening to fill your eyes.

"I... what did you mean?" You ask instead.

"Huh?"

"When you said be for real about me secretly being.." you couldn't bring yourself to say it, as if saying the words would make it true and something you could no longer push away and pretend wasn't there.

Realization dawns on Pansy's face, and she immediately wraps you up in a hug.

"Oh yn, it all makes sense now."

You continue to cry, and she looks at you with what you assume is pity in her eyes.

"I know, I'm such a fool! I know it would never happen, I know half of Hogwarts has a crush on him, I know he'd never want a girl like me." All of the things you'd been keeping to yourself and secretly thinking come spilling out of your mouth, and Pansy rubs your back while you continue to cry.

"Hey don't talk like that! Theo doesn't care about those people, and I know he cares about you. Not to mention, "a girl like you"? You're the exact type of girl that Theo needs. He practically never smiles the way he does when you're around. Just calm down okay?"

You nod through your cries, finally settling down as Pansy throws a magazine at you and the two of you lay across her bed.

Unknowingly, you end up falling asleep, tired from the amount of crying you did. Pansy notices but decides not to wake you, heading down to the common room where the guys would be getting back from quidditch practice soon.

When you wake up the room is dark, and a quick looks around reminds you you're in Pansy's room and not your own. You check the bathroom attached to the dorm, and when no one is in there you head down to the common room, assuming that's where she's gone to.

The whole group is sat on leather couches and armchairs when you make it down the stairs, and you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you approach the group.

"There's our bella addormentata," Theodore purrs, and you immediately flush even though you only understand half of his phrase. (sleeping beauty)

"Sorry for falling asleep." You apologize as you take the seat Pansy offered you, coincidentally landing between her and the reason for your crying.

"Stop apologizing so much," Theo whispers in your ear, and you refuse to look at him in fear of him seeing exactly the effect he has on you. Instead you continue to look at Pansy.

"No biggie, you needed it after that." She says, and you nod.

"After what? What happened?" Draco asked, ever the nosy weasel.

Pansy looked at you, obviously waiting for you to answer so she could go along with whatever you say.

You consider lying, but figure there's no point. They all know you're an emotional person, no one would find it unusual.

"I- uh- cried a little bit. Tired me out."

The boys (that you can see) all nod their heads in understanding and decide to switch topics, finally letting you relax.

However, since you'd turned your back to Theo, that now meant when you leaned back to get comfy you leaned directly into his chest, as he had one arm on the back of the couch behind you.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You whisper, shooting back up and speaking only to him in an attempt to not draw attention from the others.

"Don't be silly," he says back, pulling your shoulders so you're back in the relaxed position against him, "you're welcome in my arms any day ragazza dolce." (Sweet girl)

You flush red again, but this time you do look up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"You know I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, right?"

He grins, "that's part of the fun."

"Whatever," you turn back away from him to look at the group, your head resting right over his heart, "as long as you're not calling me a troll."

"I promise I'm not." He says, ruffling your hair before the both of you rejoin the main conversation.

"Zacharias Smith was at our practice today," Draco tells Pansy, and she looks at him in surprise.

"Really? Maybe he was looking for yn. She does sometimes keep me company in the stands."

"Oh he definitely was." Blaise smirks, and you feel Theo tense behind you. "Walked right up to Theo and asked where the pretty little one we're always hanging out with was."

"What?" Pansy shrieks, looking over, although you're unsure if the intentional target was you or the boy behind you. Her eyes momentarily widen at seeing your position before she notices something and smirks.

"Theo," she drawls, "I didn't notice those cuts on your knuckles earlier, is that new?"

Everyone turns to look at Theo, and you sit up in alarm, turning to look at his hand that's laying behind your spot on the couch.

"Theo! What happened? Why didn't you go get this checked out?"

He averts his eyes from your gaze. "Just wasn't thinking about it," he shrugs.

You frown. "How could you not be thinking about it, that looks painful!"

He shrugs again, grimacing when you grab his hand, insisting he let you heal it.

"Just let me go get my wand okay? I left it in Pansy's room."

You get up to leave, and with your back turned you don't see Pansy whisper to Theo and then him get up and follow you.

"I'll just come with." He announces, following you back to your friends room.

You try not to think about the intimacy of being alone with Theo while you tend to his wounds, trying once again to shove all your feelings down far in your heart.

Thankfully none of Pansy's roommates had come back, and Theo sits on her bed while you grab your wand from her nightstand before standing in between his spread legs.

"Give me your hand."

He complies, and you try not to blush at the warmth of his, much bigger, hand resting on your own.

"This is nasty Theo, did you punch a wall or something?" You ask, beginning to heal a few of the cuts. Luckily most of them were clean from where he'd washed them when he showered after practice, but they were scabbed over and his knuckles were blue with beginning to form bruises.

He lets out an amused huff of laughter and you stop your ministrations, looking up at him immediately.

"Tell me you didn't actually punch a wall."

He shrugs, "it was either that or Smith, and I know you don't like when I get into fights."

You feel yourself heat up. He didn't hit someone because of your preference, and the person just happened to be the guy who supposedly has a crush on you.

"Well I'm glad you didn't send my housemate to the hospital wing at least, although I wish you wouldn't have hurt yourself," you sigh, continuing to heal his hands.

Out of nowhere he pulls it away.

"Theo?"

"Look, I-" he cards a hand through his hair, contemplating his next words. "I didn't like it that Smith came looking for you. Especially that he asked me."

You look at him in confusion, "what? Why?"

He looks distraught, but he can't help the crooked smile that etches itself on his face.

"You're damn oblivious, you know that?"

You continue to look at him, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"Uh, I mean I guess? I've been told that a few times, though I'm not sure how it's pertinent to this situation."

Suddenly Theo's hands are on your cheeks, and his face is inches from your own.

"What- what are you doing?"

"I want to kiss you." He states plainly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world— as if the five words didn't have you spiraling out of control.

"Wait- do you want to kiss me because you think I'm like pretty or do you want to kiss me because you like me?"

You'd never even thought he would consider you pretty, but at his words you had to rethink a lot of things you thought you knew.

"I like you, amorina." (Little love)

"Really?" You know you should be celebrating, but you can't help the doubt that creeps into your mind. "You don't think I'm a silly, innocent, little Hufflepuff?"

He grins, "you can be my silly little Hufflepuff. And no I don't care that you're not jumping at the opportunity to go broom hopping."

You can't help but laugh a his phrasing, but you're glad he knew what you meant.

"I like you, amorina, I don't care about anything else, as long as I get you."

You smile, and Theo swears he could die happy if it's the last thing he sees.

"Well in that case, I want you to kiss me too."

He can barely hold back his own smile as he places his lips on yours, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other holds your hip.

He kissed you gently, not at all like what you'd expected, but you feel his adoration flowing out of it, and you can't help but break it to let out a giggle.

"And to think I was crying over you a few hours ago."

He grins, standing up and grabbing your hand to walk back down to the common room together, where your friends were waiting for you to go to dinner.

"No more crying over me okay?"

You nod your head, and he pulls you in for one more kiss before you rejoin the rest of your friends.

[pepshee]

Jealousy, or Jealous Hee

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Pairing - ex!heeseung x fem!reader

Genre - college!au, smut, angst, exes to ??

Word Count - 3.2k

Synopsis - Heeseung was the perfect boyfriend and your first for everything romantic. When he broke up with you out of the blue and changed his entire personality you didn't know what to do. Until you saw him at a house party that is.

Warnings - cursing, drinking, angst, suggestive, mentions of jake + other idols, arguing, heeseung is a playboy, house party, creampie, oral (f rec.), p in v, mentions of smoking, lmk if i missed anything ! 18+ MDNI!

A/N - this is only my second fic ever and i didnt expect ppl to actually like the last one.. i'm adding smut this time cause i feel it's fitting. please give feedback!! this also might be a multi part fic if ppl want it... this is my first time writing smut too i hope it's good for yall😞 ive read a ton of smut fics so im using those as my references 🙏

PART TWO

Your relationship with Heeseung was going super well. Everyone said you two were soulmates, and were made for each other. You were practically glued at the hip, and did everything together including applying to the same college. You guys celebrated so much when you were both accepted. You knew you wouldn't be in the same dorm per the university guidelines, you both were still so happy.

It was everything you could ever ask for. The summer before college you two went on a long beach trip by yourselves even though neither of your parents approve, but who cares? You're adults now anyways.

The beach trip went super well and you two had lots of fun together, and lots of sex..

He helped you move into your dorm as back to school season is starting and everyone knows it's better to move into your dorm prior to starting school. You also helped him move into his dorm as well.

That was two and a half years ago though.. He broke up with you two days before the first day without an explanation..

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It's been two and a half years since the breakup and you still never got an actual reason. All you know is two days before both of your first days of your freshman year in college he texted you saying, "I wanna break up, I'm sorry, I'll miss you," that's it.

After the breakup he changed completely. He became a playboy. He started smoking, drinking alcohol, going to house parties, hooking up, and he'd skip classes sometimes. You never could've imagined he'd do this. To you he was a perfect angel, but it's like a switch flipped on him.

You're both now in your junior year of college. You both went your respective ways but you're not over it, and you don't think you ever will be. When he broke up with you, you cried all night and all day, never leaving the bed nor the dorm. Your roommate, Giselle, only having known you for a week had taken care of you and comforted you. She's now your best friend and she still hears you cry sometimes but pretends not to hear it knowing you were trying to hide it.

Heeseung broke your heart and you don't think you could ever recover even nearly three years later. What's even worse is that he became popular. You heard about his every move pretty much considering everyone was pretty much obsessed with him. It was always 'heeseung this' or 'heeseung that,' you were sick of it. Not because you hated him, hell, how could you hate someone you dated since your freshman year of high school?

You had always heard about his new girlfriends cause it was always the next big news on campus, which you never understood considering they'd only last a maximum a week. This new version of him was unlikable, at least to you, others didn't seem to care that he kept playing these girls. They somehow keep throwing themselves at him claiming they're different. They always expect to be the one to 'fix him' or the one he decides to keep but it never ends up working for them.

The more you heard about him the more it seemed like he was trying to stray far from the lover boy personality he had years ago. The truth is that you still love and miss him, you know it's far gone by now but how could you forget dating someone for five years just for him to break up with you without an explanation?

You couldn't bring yourself to confront him, text him, nor talk to him. It was like that part of your life was imaginary. You hated it, you hated that it happened like this, and most of all, you hated that you didn't know why.

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Today you and your friends had planned to go to your friend's house party. Years ago you wouldn't have imagined going to a college party, but that's because you and Heeseung were together and you would've rather hung out with him. Now that you're broken up, you figured at least the free alcohol could help. You've gone to a few parties now, but only the ones that are on weekends.

It was Friday and you only had two classes today. One that was two hours long, and one that was about an hour and a half. You get up and get dressed, wearing just a casual T-Shirt with some shorts as it was pretty warm outside. You finish getting ready, and do your makeup, curl your hair, and grab your stuff before leaving your dorm room.

Your first class was pretty boring as always. it was a literature class which honestly didn't even go with your major but you still had to take it for some reason.

Your second class was also boring, but thankfully it was shorter, even if only by 30 minutes.

Finally, you were done with classes for the day and you and your friends decided to meet up at a nearby restaurant to eat before the party because you're all likely gonna drink alcohol.

After arriving at the restaurant you wait out front for your friends to arrive. It only takes them a short while. All of you walk in to get seated and order your food and drinks.

"So did any of you see Heeseungs new girl?" Your friend Moka had asked. Your friends knew about your history with Heeseung, but they still insisted on gossiping about him for some reason. "No, who is it now?" Giselle was curious, as always, she loved to gossip.

"It's Nayeon, she's so pretty. Do you guys think he will ever settle down with someone?" Yujin responded, you stayed silent throughout the exchange which was a normal occurrence whenever Heeseung was brought up.

Finally the waiter brings all of your orders. You all start to eat and enjoy the food you had ordered. You thought they would drop the topic of Heeseung but they didn't. "Hey look at Heeseung's story!" Karina turned her phone to the rest of you. On the screen you see a photo of Heeseung, with Nayeon, but it's in the cafe you two used to go to all the time when you were together. The text on the photo reads "same place, different person," it was like he was taunting you, like he knew you would see it, like he knew you'd be affected. You tried not to let it show but he was right, it did affect you.

All the memories started flowing back of all the times you two went there, you went so much to the point the employees already knew what you both would order without having to ask. It was your favorite place to go when you had downtime, and when you could leave school in the middle of the day when you were seniors in high school. You had never imagined a life without Heeseung but now you do and it's hard.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by Giselle speaking to you. "Y/N, are you okay? You seemed out of it, and you haven't touched your food much," you nodded letting her know you're okay. "Yeah, I'm fine, sorry," you reassured everyone and went back to eating.

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The time of the party was now approaching. You all decided to facetime while getting ready. You decided to get a little scandalous with your outfit which you usually never did. You put on a black lace cropped tank top, with a denim mini skirt which was just a bit too small for you, but that's the point. You put on a pair of thigh highs, heels, do your makeup, curl your hair, and finally add some finishing touches of jewelry.

You and Giselle leave your dorm and head to the campus courtyard to meet up with the other two girls. "Oh my god, Y/N, you look so hot, you have to dress like this more often," you giggle at Karina's compliments. The four of you meet your friend Minnie who is the designated driver. She doesn't like to drink alcohol, but she still wanted to go to the party so she agreed to be the DD.

It only took about 20 minutes to get to the party, you don't know whose house it was but it was pretty large. You all enter the party, and decide to split up. You head to the kitchen immediately wanting to drink some alcohol. You see multiple empty, full, and half-full bottles of various alcohols. You don't even pay attention to whichever one you grab, you just pour it into a cup. The alcohol leaves a small burning sensation in the back of your throat. You walk towards the living room where the majority of people are, but you spot someone you weren't ready to come face to face with yet as the wound is still wide open... Heeseung..

He was with his douchey friends that he had made after he did a complete 180 with his personality. The seven boys were always causing a stir, but they were so hot you had to admit...

You hadn't realized you were staring at him, but he had.

Heeseung was talking with his friends until he had a feeling someone was staring at him. He thought it was just another girl that wanted to suck him off or something. He turned his head to find you staring his way. He didn't really know how to react really, it's been a while since he'd since you despite you two being on the same college campus. He'd only seen you from a distance really.

The truth is he did miss you, and he would purposefully post his new girls just cause he knew you would see and would get jealous. He knew it was toxic and wrong but he didn't really care. At first he had no interest in posting the girls he was with because it would only be for a short while. That was until he started to miss you, miss everything you did together, miss your lips, your smile, your laugh, everything about you. That's when he started to try and make you jealous, and as far as he can tell it's working.

As he looks back at you his lips curve into a smirk before he excuses himself from his friends, "yo, guys, I'll be right back alright?" he announced. His friends give him small smirks knowing that usually when he excuses himself at a party it's for a girl.

You only realize he was staring back at you when he starts to approach you. You internally start freaking out not knowing what to do. Before you can come up with something he's already in front of you.

"Y/N. You're dressed... quite.. sexy.." His smirk gets even larger as those words come out his mouth. "You're also quite flushed, you're already drunk aren't you?" Shit, you hadn't even realized the alcohol had kicked in.

"What do you want Heeseung," you tried to sound mad and upset but it turned out more slurred than you wanted due to the alcohol in your system.

"To talk to my sexy ex-girlfriend, is there an issue?" You hated the cockiness in his voice. You hated how he was acting like nothing happened, like it was all okay, like you didn't cry, and throw up multiple days straight.

"Don't act like nothing happened. You broke up with me out of the blue.. You fucking hurt me." Your words now finally pack the punch you wanted the whole time.

"Come on don't act like that, seriously, just talk to me and be civil Y/N," a fake pout formed on his face as if trying to earn sympathy points from you.

"Can you take shit seriously for once? Ever since we broke up you changed and I fucking hate it! You would've never acted like this two and a half years ago!" You raised your voice at him, it's not loud enough for everyone to hear but some people nearby steal glances at the two of you. "Come on you don't mean that baby," He was starting to irritate you. Does he seriously have no shame? How did he end up like this?

"God you're so irritating you know that?! You're acting like you didn't break my heart, like you didn't leave me high and dry, without a rhyme or reason," now yelling at him because his act was getting to you, how could he be so nonchalant about this?

"Calm down okay? Let's talk about this when you're not drunk, don't cause a scene, you're gonna regret it later baby," his words weren't working on you, but then you then you thought about it. Maybe he was right, you should calm down, you hated creating scenes.

"Why're you calling me baby Heeseung?" Your voice is now softer, no longer yelling at him.

"You used to be my baby," you really didn't know how to react to his words, after all it's his fault you're broken up.

Your thoughts are immediately interrupted by his lips on yours. A feeling you haven't felt in so long. The kiss begins to become more like making out, his tongue dancing with yours and his hands on your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and to say, "you're so lucky my buddy Jake owns this house. Follow me to the bedroom baby," the alcohol, and desire completely throw all of your common sense and critical thinking out the window. He takes your hand and leads you upstairs to an empty bedroom.

Once in the bedroom he immediately closes and locks the door before pinning you against it. Before you can process anything his lips are once again on yours moving hungrily.

He breaks away to remove your top, which coincidentally you weren't wearing a bra under. He lets out a small gasp but then a smirk curves onto his lips. His hands grab onto your breasts kneading them before taking one into his mouth.

You moan at the sensation and move one of your hands to his hair gripping it lightly. "Hee–" your breathless words made him want you even more.

He releases your breasts and removes his own shirt, unbuttoning it quickly.

Seeing his bare torso after so long could've made you cum on the spot, you loved his abs so much, you'd caress them randomly even if you were just cuddling and watching tv. "You're drooling Y/N," he chuckles. "No I'm not!" trying to wipe the saliva that had escaped the corners of your mouth.

He takes your hand and drags you over to the bed pushing you down onto it gently. He climbs on top of you, now hovering above you. He kisses you again while his hands move to the waistband of your short skirt. He breaks the kiss for a moment, "can I?" he asks, waiting for you to grant him permission to remove it.

You nod unable to form words momentarily. He wastes no time unbuttoning the denim skirt and unzipping it. He pulls it down leaving you in just your baby pink lacy underwear.

"These are so cute baby, I love this new pair," Heeseung had seen pretty much every pair of your underwear while you were together. You two were quite the hormonal teenagers in high school.

He then removes his pants, now leaving the two of you in just your underwear.

He reaches to remove your underwear sliding it down your legs before tossing it somewhere in the room. He slowly spreads your legs giving himself a view of your bare pussy. "Just how I remember it... So wet and pretty for me. He'd always do this whenever you two had sex. He'd spend so much time complimenting your pussy as if it could hear him. You always had to beg and plead for him to do something to you. "I'm gonna eat her okay?" he looks up at you waiting for approval whilst positioning his head between your legs.

"Please..." he doesn't hesitate after hearing your breathless plea to start licking your folds. The sensation is one you haven't felt in a while making it feel foreign to you once again. "Hee—" you moan. Your fingers bury themselves into his soft locks.

He continues to lick and occasionally sucks on your clit. He then inserts two fingers and starts moving them in and out of you. The double stimulation from his tongue and fingers making you see colors, the grip on Heeseung's and hair and your grip on the sheets making your knuckles turn white slightly. It's surprising how you're not ripping out his hair at this point. "Shit- Heeseung.. I'm gonna c-cum!" You can feel him smirking against your cunt as your loud moaning signifies your approaching orgasm.

Before you can let it go he pulls away making you whimper at the loss of stimulation, and the emptiness without his fingers. You're about to complain but he opens his mouth before you, "I want you to cum on my dick, not my tongue baby."

He then pulls down his boxers revealing his hard length, the one you haven't seen in nearly three years. You still loved it though, it was so big, thick and veiny... It was one of your favorite things about him, how blessed he was to be so big.

He pumps himself a few times before positioning himself between your legs. "You ready for me?" you couldn't tell if he was talking to you, or your pussy but you responded anyway "yes... please..."

He slowly inserts himself into your entrance going slowly so you can adjust to his size. You moan at the feeling of him stretching you. He bottoms out, pausing for a moment to let you adjust. "Please— can you move," you whine. He chuckles at your words before he starts moving his thrusts starting out slow before he starts speeding it up, the sounds of skin slapping together fills the room as he splits your hole open. You can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

"You feel so good baby, just how I remember. So tight for me baby," he groans as he feels you clench around him at his words. "Seungie-" your fingers gripping the sheets tighter.

"I know baby, I know," he knew exactly what was happening. He loved the sound of you calling him his old nickname. "Let go for me baby, we'll cum at the same time."

All it takes is a few more thrusts for you both to let go, the knot that was forming in your stomach finally snapping. You felt his warm release coating your walls, and you felt your release mixing with his. He pulled out of you gently, careful as to not hurt you. You could feel the liquids spilling out and sliding down your ass.

Heeseung lays next to you looking into your eyes, "goodnight Y/N," he says softly. You give him a gentle smile before closing your eyes and going to sleep.

What happens now?

What happens between you two?

Do you get back together?

PART TWO HERE

[himewonu]

99.9% NOT FOR SALE ౨ৎ jeon wonwoo

౨ৎ you envision your future as a single woman, maybe wonwoo could change your mind if you take a chance on him!

starring wonwoo x gn! reader genre fluff, humour, inspired by the take a chance on me scene from mamma mia (but specifically the actual musical where they're preparing for the wedding) contains kissing (not really), a very cliche scene at the end, reader is a lone wolf ahh word count 0.6k

from rhin, guys i watched the live production of this musical and i must say, it was a magical experience (rosie & bill were my fave, i love how the actors portrayed them !!) anyways i wrote this bc my cousin is getting married this late june so congrats to her and her fiance <3 Umm also can someone help me what to wear to her bridal shower party, the theme is tropical😥

you and wonwoo are decorating the arbour for the wedding, the final piece for the wedding. everyone that helped set up the venue had already left since they finished their job. it’s only the two of you by the altar.

you finish your part of placing flowers on the side and step back to watch wonwoo place flowers on the top of the arbour. you sit down by one of the chairs close to the altar.

the wedding is happening this afternoon, and the bride happens to be your best friend since high school. coincidentally, wonwoo is best friends with the groom. you knew each other since high school as well due to the fact that the couple were high school sweethearts.

neither of you were close with each other back then, but you would talk to him from time to time, usually about the couple or homework—since you shared the same english class with him for two years straight.

as you watched him place small bouquets one by one, you felt like opening up to him about your thoughts of the wedding. “you know i can’t imagine myself walking down the aisle.”

wonwoo turns his head to glance at you, picking up the silk fabric on the ground to hang on the arbour. “what makes you say that?”

“it’s just not for me. marriage, children, all those responsibilities. i’m a writer; i made up my mind a long time ago. and besides, i don’t think there’s anyone out there who would even want me.”

wonwoo stops placing the fabric and puts his full attention on you; his curiosity piques after hearing that. “well, if you ever change your mind, i’d like to be the first option,” he hints, coming closer to you to sit on the chair next to yours.

“i wouldn’t mind being your husband, i'm still single,” he casually drops, leaving your cheeks burning.

“that’s very flattering, won, but we’re writers,” you dodge, gazing around the venue except at the man next to you.

“and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“well, writers are meant to be alone, right?”

“not all writers. some write for each other.” his words make you whip your head to look at him. you two lock eyes, slowly moving closer to him.

he cups your cheek, and just as you two were leaning in for a kiss, a thud from the altar interrupts the intimate moment. you turn to check the arbour; one of the flower bouquets fell from the top.

“oh well, i guess we’re not done yet,” you joke, heading over to the arbour. you grab the bouquet from the ground and pull a chair close to the arbour. as you stand on the seat on your tippy toes, you’re trying to place the bouquet in its original.

“careful, you might fall,” wonwoo warns, holding the chair you’re standing on. “here let me do it.”

“no i can do it on my own,” you protest as he holds his hand out. right as you tried slapping it away with one hand, you accidentally stepped down and slipped on the surface, causing you to fall behind.

wonwoo catches you from your back before you can fall off the chair, and for a moment, you share that same eye contact you had earlier—the one leading to an almost kiss.

“ahem,” a voice interrupts you two again, making you turn your heads to look. it’s seungkwan holding a clipboard, glaring at you two. “whatever is going on between you, i don’t care. the wedding is starting in an hour, and guests will be arriving soon. we don’t have time for being in love. only the groom and bride can.”

you comply and jump out of wonwoo's arms. he quickly places the last bouquet and secures it with the silk fabric. “so we’re going to talk about this later?” he asks, coming towards you again.

“definitely,” you grin, pecking him on the cheek before running off to follow an angry seungkwan up the aisle.

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[ghost-bison]

you guys have nothing on me I love all the doctors

nine? fave. if you go around telling people to skip him you understand nothing. i love how everyone says he's emo when he's just a ptsd ridden little guy with survivor's guilt and is actually so silly and fun and at the same time so intense and scary. they spent 26 series posh picking the cast and when they finally choose working class actors as the leads after a 16 years hiatus and a film that failed, the show's back for another 20 years. think about that. christopher eccleston had the worst time shooting because of his health problems, his dad's dementia and cancer, and the production behaving like shit towards him. billie piper was a very young popstar (younger than me, and im still just a child) who got exaggerated negative feedback following the casting announcement, she had nearly no acting experience and furthermore was put right next to a 40 y/o actor whose name was already big in the industry. and they both aced it. they had bonker chemistry, and the writers managed to make the age gap so unimportant (aka not make nine weird to rose) to a point where I forgot the 20-year gap when they shared a kiss.

ten - well, I think there's a reason he's so many people's fave. tbh david tennant's the reason I started the show. and even though nine stole the podium of my brain, ten is up there as well. he is the most human out of all his incarnations and yet he remains one of the scariest as well. tennant has this respect for previous actors who played the role and which made him easier to warm up to as the new face of the show. he managed to find a balance between mimicking his predecessors' quirks (crossing his arms with his thumbs out like eccleston, saying "well" and tilting his head like - I think - tom baker etc) and finding his own thing which made him both familiar/loveable and unique. not to mention his chemistry with catherine tate in series 4 is absolutely mind-blowing. series 2 is the weakest in terms of plot per episode, but if you take it as a whole, it's so fkn smart. people shit on series 3 and martha but her series has so many bangers (including martha herself) and same as the last 2, plot continuity is bonkers. and don't get me started on series 4. i think ten is rightfully up there and fk people who say he's overrated

as for eleven, i have to admit i had my ups and downs with his first series, but you really do get attached to this manic pixie dream girl/night terror demon like damn baby. he seems all cute like a puppy but this man is actually deranged and somehow that makes him even cuter. just like the previous two, matt smith is an incredible actor with a surprising range. i'm not too fond of moffat's insistence on making him say overly sexual stuff all the time when he seems like one of the more asexual incarnations... but then again, i'm ace and one of the beings with the most disgusting dad jokes up my sleeve that you'll ever meet (i just don't like the reason behind eleven's sex jokes is all). eleven's funny, stupid, ridiculously loveable, completely adhd-ridden (which is very relatable). there's a word for him in french, "attachiant". i couldn't find an equivalent for it in english but it's basically a combination of the french words for "endearing" and "annoying". anyway i love him (i wanna put him in my pocket and feed him twix)

twelve... aaah twelve *fond eye-roll*... what a piece of work. i love that he seems all gruff and grouchy with his eyebrows and aversion for hugs (and blatant autism), but he's actually one of the more humane incarnations. he is, deep down, what eleven tried to pass himself as (a loving, gentle being), but tries to pass as what eleven actually was (a tired rough old man). i love that both clara and bill see straight through the bs. also, peter capaldi is mind-blowing in the role. strangely enough, i would trust him more than i'd trust the previous three. i love the no-nonsense exterior when deep down, he is the most nonsensical person in the universe. i love that he breaks character everytime he's confronted with a child, and that he's forgiving even when he shouldn't be, and that he insults people so honestly when they piss him off (he reminded me of nine in that respect). my sister hasn't even reached his era yet but she already loves him (and i just know he'll be her favourite)

thirteen has a lot of controversy around her and you know what? scratch that. she's my baby boy and that's it. i agree that her series are not the best (the last 2 were more than ok though) but thirteen? she slays. first of, i love jodie whittaker. man, she's good. i love that sometimes she looks like ten and sometimes like eleven and sometimes even like nine, but that she has her own little thing that makes you go "yeah, she's her own doctor, and she's great at it". i love the little whim that she brings to the character. i love that deep down, she's fucked in the head (she's the doctor, after all). just like for eleven, it took me a whole series to truly start to appreciate her, but man did she grow on me. i love the self-awareness when she realizes she's been putting graham, yaz and ryan in danger, and how it makes her act, and her accent is great and kind of reminds me of nine's. anyway, thirteen defender all the way. fuck yall who don't like her

fourteen: i don't have much to say about him since he was only there for 3 eps but just know that i would give my life for him without an ounce of hesitation. he's so precious <3 i'm glad they didn't make him 10.2, he's his own little doctor and he's cute af and he owns a lot of people's hearts including mine

fifteen: the moment he got on screen, i knew i loved him. ncuti gatwa is such an incredible magnetic force istg. none of the problems i have are with fifteen, they're all with the writing of his 2 series. cause fifteen was bonkers amazing. what a laugh he has. what a presence. i'm not even attracted to him but he still makes me go all "hehe" inside. i would follow him anywhere <3

[zeropro]

So I’ve seen you draw and tag a couple of different ships, just wondering which are your favorite???

Love your art btw :D

Thank you!

I don’t have a specific ship i'm particularly loyal to, so I guess I’ll rate them and also provide my own headcanons:

(disclaimer i dont know ship names so imma just try my best)

Trine-shipping: yes, put the three of them together, I don’t care. familial, sexual, romantic, platonic, its all good. I go crazy seeing them stand next to each other in the cartoon what do you want from me.

thunderwarp: I see this one a lot and I quite like it. these two being mates with starscream doing his own thing kinda makes sense considering starscream has a bunch of other ships. also makes it fun when something happens to one of them and starscream is left in the awkward position of having to deal with that.

thunderstar: been thinking about this one more lately. they’re like foils to each other. thundercracker’s a good boy to starscream’s bad boy, and he does such a concern about all the morally dubious stuff starscream gets up to. but at the same time, he admires starscream’s ambition and rizz and starscream the kinda bot that would pull you so high if you followed him. I think out of anyone, starscream is the closest to actually trusting thundercracker. 

starwarp: i had this thought one time of what if skywarp is like the horniest asexual and starscream is the most traumatized aromantic, and how would that even work XD nothing solid in the works just an idea that I had. ive seen these two less often outside of trine shipping but it can be pretty hot. I like when they are being protective of each other. I always see skywarp as more emotionally open than his trinemates and starscream can use some of that open and honest emotional love and care. someone to forcfully make him accept being loved. someone who will actually push back when he’s being stupid. and with skywarp being loyal to megatron, so much angst potential for both of them.

starbee: im a sucker for the whole ghost bee starscream dynamic. I already made a post about these two, and after all this time I still really enjoy this ship. I think characters that don’t actually like each other at first but grow into a mutual respect is so tasty. I think some people don’t like the ship because they headcanon bee as too young? well, starscream is actually younger in my fic lmao, but also they’re like 6 million years old and are born with full adult processing capabilities, I don’t think age matters here :P its less about intimacy for me anyway. I like them together because of how much it takes to get there. 

starwavewave: okay this one is 100% fueled by tfone but guyssss guysss theyre married and megatron is their son and im just aaaagh dont seperate them! such a kookie dynamic, the cool headed soundwave, the emotionally volatile shockwave, the arrogant yet cowardly starscream, all being fail dads to their little scamp leader. hahaha. high command polycule 

megastar: gasp, rated above skystar. yes, I just find this dynamic more interesting. I like an abusive ship sometimes for the angst but I also enjoy seeing megatron when he isnt abusive? kinda catharsis maybe. I read a fic once where the war is over and starscream invites megatron to one of optimus’ high profile parties and is appalled at megatron showing up in robot equivalent of underdressed, meanwhile megatron the working class miner is like “I washed, what else was I supposed to do” XD and I just love that haha. theres just so many ways to take it. I wont be doing any megastar in my au, I just tag anything that has megatron and starscream interacting with megastar cuz thats the dynamic to me

skystar/jetstar: iddkkkkk i know this is the most popular ship but it’s just!! idk! its not as interesting to me haha. I love this as a past ship, they were roommates in college, starscream opened himself to someone, chose to become close and then was hurt by it. just another wound on starscream’s spark before he ever even meets megatron. I don’t think theyd get back together after the ice. idk how well I can write this so I’ll just explain how it happens in my au here: skyfire died and starscream created this version of skyfire in his mind that was perfect, he memorialised him because he was dead! you just cant live up to how someone remembers you. I think that was part of the reason why starscream reacts so badly when skyfire “betrayed” him. unlike thundercracker, skyfire knows how to set healthy boundaries. not to mention he’d been on ice for four million years, lost his entire life, everyone he knows, and his entire civilisation, planet, and culture to a war he had no part in. bot’s gonna be upset. pissed off even. skyfire shouldnt have to be some soft sparked punching bag for starscream, he’s kind and a pacifist but he’s also going to get upset and have feelings. I think starscream’s betrayal would hit pretty hard, he’d gonna be upset about how much starscream’s changed, how much damage starscream helped cause during the war, and also starscream shooting him in the back for wanting to protect the native wildlife! when they properly talk to each other again it’s going to be heated on both sides, and I think after some hard work from both sides they could end up in a place where they are willing to be friends again, but I don’t think they’d conjunx. skystar isnt end game to me, but it is canon and an important part of the story

starop: I think ive read one fic where I really liked this ship. it’s just such a random pairing. my initial reaction is just noooo optimus prime?? but that guy’s everyone’s dad! Ive been told a big part of it is they’re both megatron’s ex’s and that’s pretty funny. not for me sadly haha (opxmegatronoldmanyaoiotpfrfr)

starjack…wheelstar? whatever the starscream and wheeljack one is. I’m not into this one. I see where people are coming from with it, but wheeljack isnt an interesting character to me. they can be science bros tho

starscream and windblade: ive seen this like once or twice. not for me. windblade is like, starscream’s daughter or something idk XD 

soundstar: uuuh i dont see it. sorry! i legit have no thoughts on soundstar. theyre coworkers XD. ive seen fics where the seekers are really young and soundwave moms them, and that’s really cute. okay, I like soundwave as a caretaker if the seekers are young, but yeah I don’t think I understand this one. 

shockstar: nooooooo. tho ironically theres more canon content there to fuel this one than soundstar (is this emotion?) but still no XD I don’t even hate shockwave! let him be sunstorm’s dad, that’s cute. but no, shockewave too creepy. no ship. they are also coworkers

what other ship is there even? oh yeah

starprowl: this is apparently a really popular ship?! I guess in a way prowl is sort of like the autobot’s starscream, undermining his leader, arrogant, willing to do the dubious play. they’re both ruthless. I like this one better than starjacked, but its still an odd pairing to me.

oh! knockout and starscream, i can kinda see it? like, as a rebound after breakdown? I like knock out and breakdown, so I’d only see these two as like friends or if something happened to breakdown. they’re a LOT of fun when they interact tho heh heh, perfectly clashing personalities

on the topic of tfp, I guess starscream and arcee is a ship? I can see this similar to my enjoyment of starbee, they’d have to work reeaally hard for this one to work but they have had potentially positive interactions in the show (before starscream screws it up) so its possible in a better world where starscream doesnt suck they could become friends. him killing cliffjumper is gonna be a huge hurdle tho! 

dont talk to me about airachnid

do people ship starscream and ratchet? I don’t ship it, but I do really like interactions between them. starscream is so terrible but he also gets hurt a lot. ratchet is grumpy and prejudice but he’s the best doctor and he’ll fix him up! I like when something terrible happens to starscream and ratchet cant help but feel bad for the guy. that’s the good stuff.

lastly i have been asked a few times on trinebee. im assuming this is bumblebee and the trine. i hadnt thought about it but it makes sense! if youre a starbee shipper, but you also support trine propaganda, then it only makes sense to bring bee into the trine. also bee and thundercracker are friends! the only ones who havent really had any interaction is bee and warp, and honestly idk if I see those two getting along but bumblebee is everybody’s friend so XD I’m sure it’ll work out!

and i think those are all the thoughts i have on the ships! 

no hate on anyone who ships any of these!!! you all do what you do, these are just my opinions, and honestly I’m just not a huge shipper to begin with haha. I am…unsure if there will be any shipping content in my au, I write my scenarios very much “canon but to the left” and so it comes out very sex-less because romance and intimacy is just not the type of content I’m in the business of writing. but, idk, i think about it sometimes. sometimes I think about the end of chapter one of thundercracker’s origin, the night starscream took thundercracker out on a not-date. i think, who knows, in some version of the story maybe they shared a kiss? maybe they went back to the apartment and things went further? maybe. but of course, in every version of the story, starscream is gone the next morning. 

happy valentrine’s day!

[itzserein]

"Platonic? What part of this is Platonic?"

Daniela Avanzini x Fem!reader Angst, toxic best friend!Daniela, suggestive, mentions of e-cigs & alcohol

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A/n: Hi this is my first upload here holy- I'm so sorry this took so long and I hope that you all like this🤸‍♀️ and yes hi I'm the anon on Jay's asks that said this was way too similar to that anons request and I PROMISE I DID NOT COPY THIS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS MAYBE A YEAR NOW😭 SO NO ONE CANCEL ME PLS </3 anyways please enjoy

The world around you felt like it was constantly spinning at such a fast rate at that and it only seemed to be increasing by the second and you felt dizzy, super dizzy that it wasn't even an understatement. It didn't come a point where you wanted to throw up everything you had digested just yet but it really felt like you were just underwater.

Everything was so distorted, and it definitely felt like there was some sort of immense pressure coming from your head at the sensation. Your senses felt dull, at the same time everything felt too much and yet here you were, still attempting to do the impossible as you tried to make out whatever was around you.

Or was that just a problem with your actual vision? You honestly had no clue but even if that was the case you were still completely aware of your surroundings and what was happening.

Kinda...

Okay that was a lie, you weren't totally conscious of everything but you still had somewhat of a grip of what was going on.

Right now, you were in the middle of a booth that you were unfortunately cooped up in next to your best friend, also known as, Daniela Avanzini. From what you could register right now, you could see the Cuban girl talking to some of her friends that were next to her, people who you were also kind of acquainted with, you could say, due to the amount of times you had met up with them whenever you were together with Dani.

You didn't technically know a lot of information about the group, just that they were friends that Dani had met through school and a couple of other mutual friends they had. You never really got together with them unless the girl invited them out. They had their own lives and studies to worry about anyways. Besides, it wasn't like it was your intention to even obtain that kind of closeness with them in the first place.

The group was just talking (a bit too chaotically) to one another, the topic they were going on about? You honestly couldn't care less. You just watched as they conversed amongst themselves, and you weren't surprised when you saw that they had somehow waged war against on one another as they constantly fought over Daniela's vape. Apparently, the group of friends didn't have one of their own which was well, reasonable given how expensive they were.

If you were being honest, you found the interaction kind of amusing with how often they kept launching themselves at each other just to get a hit while Daniela herself constantly complained about it being passed around so much that her juice was about to run out because of these so-called hyena's, in her words.

Back on your side of the booth, there were your actual close friends. You had met them through an event from school that your academic organization had set up. At the time, you weren't technically too open to the idea of being grouped together with a bunch of freshmen for a stupid game to be honest but for some odd reason you clicked with them despite your initial disapproval.

They were a group of friends you actually hung out with a lot and talked to almost every opportunity that you could get and since they were just freshmen, the reality dawned upon you pretty soon that you were their senior (unfortunately). So, this would always result in them asking advice for specific classes or just straight up complain to you about how hard the subjects were whenever they saw you, but they were surviving, somehow.

They were also currently having their own topic, another new conversation you weren't entirely listening into with how nauseous you felt. Despite that, you could somewhat still make out the shot glasses that you guys had prepared already in their grasps. That only indicated one thing, another round of shots was already going to start being passed around the tiny and cramped booth you all were in.

This very group of friends that you had beside you were the entire reason why you had come here and ended up all nauseous and out of it in the first place. You guys did this often though, so everyone was already used to having this kind of outcome whenever you guys hung out. Compared to the first time you came here though, it felt like a whole different story.

The entire thing was just chaotic and very unplanned to say the least. Your classes scheduled for that tiring day had already ended and you were just waiting on their last class to finish up, all because you simply refused to go home early that day. By the time you guys arrived at your destination and drank a couple bottles, you were instantly drunk and to your demise, they had taken videos of you to remember the embarrassment that had gone down, which you still complained about whenever they brought it up.

From that point onward, it had become a regular occurrence for you guys to go out and drink occasionally you guys would even play a few games of pool in between. Though that was just an activity to keep you guys from getting absolutely wrecked and it was only for some of you that wanted to play whenever drinking.

Just a few minutes ago, you were peacefully playing a game with a few of your friends even taking a drag in between whenever it wasn't your turn. The usual stuff really but you guessed today was definitely something, very different than what you were used to. Everyone was, for some odd reason, feeling confident and you obviously weren't prepared for any of the chaos that was happening right now.

This is already the fifth freaking bottle you all had today and gosh it was at times like this that you really hated having a low alcohol tolerance cause what the actual hell, you don't think you can last any longer with how quickly they were passing the shots around.

Heck, this was technically already your sixth one of the day. You had been here since earlier this morning and you had already shared an entire bottle just with this girl that was beside you (said girl being none other than Daniela). You didn't have classes to worry about thankfully but that still didn't change the fact that you didn't even know how on earth you were still conscious and aware of what was happening when you were usually the first person to back out when the alcohol started to take its effects on you, knowing how weak your tolerance actually was.

Right now, you were resting your head on the Cuban girl's shoulder, not daring to get up with how dizzy you were. Besides, you felt comfortable in this position and gosh, you could distinctly smell her scent despite everything that just seemed purposely try and clash with your senses.

For some reason, Dani's scent has always been something that comforted you and you still didn't really know the entire reason why, it just somehow did and she didn't seem to mind how clingy you became to her because of this. You had let her know just how much you loved it from the start anyway, so she probably just let you since it seemed perfectly normal to do so between best friends, despite it probably being weird to an outsider's point of view.

"Hey, you doing okay there?" she asked, noticing how quiet you had been in spite of all the noise around you both. You didn't bother to speak though, only humming in response to her question. You didn't want to move that much or even talk right now with how much your head was spinning.

Though despite not wanting to, you couldn't help but shift just a little closer to her, inhaling a bit more of her intoxicating scent which had somehow helped calm down your spinning head a tad bit. Not as much as you hoped it would but it did still help "Do you still remember our talk last Tuesday?" she asked all of a sudden which made you confused because why the hell was she asking that now of all times?

Despite your shock though, there is absolutely no goddamn way you could ever forget about the talk you guys had literally two days ago, you don't think you could ever forget that even if you tried.

The two of you had situated at her house, inside her room to be exact, alone. A usual occurrence since her parents were always at work until late into the night and you always dropped by her place. You usually dropped by when your classes ended earlier than the set time and you didn't really feel like going home just yet but were too tired to hang out with other friends. It's not like her place was that far from yours anyway. It was just a 5-10 minute bus ride away anyway depending on traffic.

You were initially practicing a song to play on her guitar, something you've always been doing whenever you visited ever since you two did that cover of "we fell in love in october." Ever since that day you two impulsively decided to do that cover, you had been learning new songs to play cause well why the fuck not?

Daniela on the other hand, was on her phone at the moment, annoyed with you which left you having to constantly apologize to her. Apparently, she was trying to draw you playing the guitar a while ago and didn't want to tell you because she wanted it to be a surprise.

You, obviously not aware of this, now had to try and make it up to her since she was now sulking, you did not know how you could do that though so you just held her guitar up and told her to start drawing again if she wanted too. She just pouted and put the notebook she used to draw back into her bedside drawer.

The two of you dipped back into silence after a few moments and despite the fact you still felt a bit bad, you decided to just drop it in the end and continue practicing the song. Nothing else could be heard in the room except the strumming of the guitar and the occasional errors you made every now and then, well, until she decided to talk to you again that is "You know? I just realized something, you are the gayest person I have ever met and yet you still haven't kissed someone." You could only roll your eyes at this remark because seriously? She had decided to tease you now? Way to hurt your pride.

You gave the girl a dead serious look on your face just to show her that you were not at all amused with this and you could literally see the smirk on Daniela's face when she saw the expression you had, it made you really wanted to wipe that smug look off right about now.

"Why are you volunteering?" you asked with the same amount of playful teasing in your tone. If Daniela was going to tease you, who says that you were gonna let her off so easily? You weren't going to be 'tormented' like this without putting up some sort of fight against it, especially if it's Dani who starts it.

When the Cuban girl hadn't replied for a few moments, you started feeling confident, thinking that your words had finally made her back down. You weren't expecting Dani to have some kind of comeback to that but you are literally taken aback when she speaks up and just casually says "Why not?"

And with that you were literally choking on nothing but freaking air, now thrown into a sudden coughing fit from how surprised you were from the response. She looked even more smug when your playful demeanor (and confidence to answer her like that) had suddenly disappeared.

What did she say just now?

You couldn't process that for short period time, you were literally just staring at the girl with wide eyes, trying to find the right words to refute whatever she had just said. You couldn't deny that the confidence Daniela had was unbelievably high, you had already known beforehand that her confidence was already over the roof but damn you didn't expect it to be this goddamn high. At this point did a barrier even exist?

"How about let's do it when you don't have a boyfriend then" you told her, playfully. Your tone was not at all serious because you knew, Daniela would never go through with it, or she would be risking everything set between you two.

With that you went back to playing the guitar peacefully not thinking of anything else but the placement of your hands to play the right chords, while Daniela just went on her laptop to find something else to do.

Low and behold, the day after that very conversation, Daniela's boyfriend had broken off their relationship for some stupid ass reason the boy most probably came up with on the spot. Right after that happened, she had called you and you honestly weren't surprised when you had gotten a sudden call from her.

The Cuban girl always calls you out of nowhere and you were used to it, to the point you were seemingly unbothered by it every time it happened. She'd usually just call to tell you a random joke or simply just to make you jealous because she was in a 'steady and 'happy' relationship and would always make you feel the irony of being a single for literally your entire life, but this time it was different.

You weren't shocked when you received the sudden call from her, but you were definitely surprised to hear that she was crying on the other end.

Almost instantly you grew worried and the two of you talked it out for almost an hour just so you could have somewhat of an idea of what was even happening that caused her to seek out some sort of comfort from you.

You tried to console the girl the best you could despite it just being over the phone. Even when your entire being was just practically screaming at you to hang up and run to wherever she was just to hug her, let her know it was going to be okay, maybe not now but soon. You wanted to let her know that she wasn't alone in this and she never was going to be alone dealing with all of this.

Today was now Thursday and Daniela had unsurprisingly gotten mad fucking drunk as hell all because of that stupid guy. You honestly still couldn't comprehend the reason as to why he had broken it off but you just assumed it was completely unreasonable, you didn't want to find out either way.

She managed to sleep off the alcohol in her system at least and was now currently sober but that did not without her causing a total ruckus and you having to take care of her for a couple of hours. Whatever the case, she was okay now and no longer going crazy at least.

As of the moment, you were honestly just confused as to why she even brought that topic up again in the first place?

You couldn't help but pull away from your comfortable position on her shoulder and sit up straight at this, now staring at her with a confused expression plastered especially when you saw the small smirk on her face once again. As mentioned earlier, you might be a bit lightheaded from the copious amount of alcohol you consumed. That in no way meant that you were no longer aware of the events that were happening right now.

"Well, I don't have a boyfriend now" she says with the same daring, cocky tone she has always used whenever the two of you were teasing one another. It almost made you believe that she was actually going to go through with it, almost and it honestly made you scoff. This girl really was something.

"As if you'll actually do it" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as if you were challenging her to just do it even though you knew she wouldn't actually dare to. She may have been teasing you literally two days ago just to rub it in your face that you had no courage to actually kiss someone but you highly doubted that she would push through with it here out of all places for multiple factors.

Number one, being the most obvious, she and her boyfriend literally just broke up. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours and even though you didn't really like the guy, you didn't want to disrespect him like that. Number two, the both of you were in between all your friends and the moment any of them caught you two in the act, your friends would go absolutely ballistic. They'd mostly direct that energy at Dani though because everyone knew you have never had a relationship ever in your life and were very 'innocent' when it came to these kind of things.

Three, Dani was your freaking best friend, the person you have been with through thick and thin and trusted with your life but that did not mean any of you could just casually cross this specific boundary though. Four, this was a public place literally anyone else could simply walk by and see the two of you making out, you may not know these people and vice versa but that would not make the secondhand embarrassment of the act go away.

Lastly, the so-called simple action would definitely change the dynamic of your friendship with the Latina girl on a lot of different levels. Hell, it could change the both of you entirely and you had no idea if any of you could ever face the consequences if you two actually did it. You knew she wouldn't risk that and you knew that the girl would think better than that.

God forbid- you were so completely and utterly wrong to think all that, you had totally forgotten how impulsive Dani was.

Because at the very next moment after saying all that, you felt one of her hands slowly creep up the side of your neck and damn you couldn't believe it. She was so gentle with you even as she pulled you just a bit closer to her and it had caught you so completely off guard. You've seen this soft side of Daniela often, but you never thought you would see it in this kind of context.

All this was just making your mind spin even more (if that was even possible). You didn't even register the fact that her lips were already on yours until she pulled you even closer and tenderly caressed your cheek just to help you relax even if it was just tiny bit more. You couldn't help but close your eyes at the simple gesture and it was because of all this that you tried to savor the moment.

You were so taken aback by how soft her lips felt and how sickeningly sweet they tasted and yet before you could even try and reciprocate it, she had already pulled away. The kiss had left you breathless and you were frozen in place, not knowing what to say, heck you don't think you could form a proper coherent thought at this moment in time.

"Wha-" you thought, the whole scene loading in your brain. It was like your mind was literally buffering because what the freaking heck, did that actually just happen? Dani's lips were actually on yours? Did she really just kiss you? This could not be fucking real.

Was this legitimately real life? Because if it is holy fuck, Daniela Avanzini, your best friend, had just stolen your first kiss and you let her.

You were stunned, you couldn't believe that had happened but despite all that, there was one thing you were sure about in your clouded mind, you absolutely fucking loved how her lips tasted. With your mind so distorted from the kiss or maybe it was really just the alcohol taking its effects on you, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

A sudden rush of adrenaline had entered your system and it was because of that rush that you had somehow gained the courage to ask for one more from the girl.

You honestly expected her to laugh it off and tease you, you expected nothing more from her but no. She was immediately giving in to what you wanted, leaning closer and initiating it all over again. This time, instead of immediately pulling away, she had let you set the pace and she let you savor it.

Oh gosh, was this how kissing someone really felt like? Cause it was absolute heaven, the way she was so gentle with you made you practically melt against her.

You could easily tell that Daniela didn't want to overwhelm you since it was your first time and you felt touched by the simple thought. Dani had intentionally let you take your time and she was letting you adjust to it for however long you needed to. You honestly could've stayed like that forever and if air wasn't a necessity to keep living, you think you would've but alas you couldn't do anything about it.

You forced yourself with all the will power you had to pull away and with that you slowly opened your eyes to look at Daniela, really look at her and you don't know what came over you to feel all these things but you were just there stunned, heart beating so loudly that you felt like it was about to jump out of your chest.

It was like you both were stuck in your own little world that no one could step into but you two. She was just staring at you with a small smile on her face, as if reassuring you that it was done, that everything was okay now. While here you were in front of her, out of breath and not knowing what to think.

The girl had taken notice of your dazed-like state and could only shake her head out of amusement at your reaction "You must be drunk, you would never let me kiss you like that twice if you were even the slightest bit sober."

That put you out of your trance, you just rolled your eyes at her words because of course she'd choose to tease you after all that just happened "Shut up" you said lowly before shoving her shoulder in a playful manner.

She only laughed it off and pulled on your arm as she got up and out of the booth "Come with me to the bathroom for a moment?" she asked and you could only nod in response, not trusting your voice and you really weren't being given a choice anyway as she was already pulling you away from your friends.

If murder was actually legal, you think you would have already killed Daniela on multiple occasions. Sadly, it wasn't, so you just settled into planning in your head the multiple ways you could have possibly ended her a long, long time ago.

Dani had been teasing you non-stop ever since that night happened (hence the awakening urge) and you swear if she teased you one more time you would actually kiss her again just to shu- wait what? No.

Anyway- whenever you were talking to Daniela, she would somehow always, always find a way to weave it into the conversation she knew how shy it made you each and every time she did bring it up. You couldn't even look in her direction whenever she reminded you about the entire ordeal.

You wanted to get back at her for all the playful banters, but you knew that no matter what you did, you would always end up being the embarrassed, blushing mess you were. It was like all ounce of fight that you had in you would leave the moment she would talk about it and it was honestly crazy how you still hadn't found a way to rebut all her teasing towards you.

Right now, you were thankful she hadn't reminded you about it today. If this was any other regular day, she would seize every chance she got just to embarrass you and it was really a miracle she hasn't yet.

You knew the Cuban girl and her playful nature and you knew that she wouldn't last an entire hour without teasing you. You figured that it was because she knew you were busy and decided to give you a small break, for now.

It was now a new week, Monday, and exactly seven days before your finals would start. You were again hanging out at Daniela's place. The two of you were chilling as usual, for once, you weren't busy tinkering with the girls' guitar and practicing another new song to possibly cover. Instead, you were cuddled up next to her, the two of you just doom scrolling, watching the random videos that would appear on her feed. Neither of you bothering to bring up what had went down last Thursday.

You sighed contentedly, the weight of everything from school slowly lifting off your shoulders as you shifted closer to the girl, growing sleepy. If it weren't for the fact that you knew that you weren't in your own home, you would have fallen asleep the moment you arrived.

Honestly speaking, you were tired, extremely tired since you both had just came from school and just being inside the damn building already drains the life out of you. You had taken a grueling quiz earlier that day and it was so hard that the moment you got out of the room and saw the girl patiently waiting for you, you were complaining nonstop about the questions and how difficult it was to answer them even though you studied so hard to ace it. You were honestly praying that you somehow passed because you knew just how much of your grade it could effect if it was ever too low.

Daniela on the other hand, had skipped her classes again, she wasn't even trying to catch up despite missing half a semester's worth of classes. You were not really surprised by this, but you also didn't get why she would enroll in the first place if she wasn't going to attend any of her classes anyway.

You didn't dare speak up about it though, you just decided to shut up and let her do whatever the hell she wanted. "My life, my rules" is what she would argue the moment you would try to bring it up to her anyway. So you didn't, you instead chose to enjoy the peace of the moment you were sharing with her right now.

"You're extra clingy today" Daniela says. She wasn't using the usual teasing tone that you were used to hearing, it felt like it was more of an observation that she just had to point out.

"I could stop" you said, immediately moving to get up and off the bed but before you could even attempt do so, she was already grabbing onto your arm, forcefully pulling you back into your previous position.

You felt your body lose balance at the force she used. She had clearly underestimated the amount of strength she had and it causes you to land right on top of the girl. You immediately tried placing your hands on either side of her body so you could hover above her but you're already too late when you feel your head land on her chest.

You could only look up at her and sigh at her mischievous antics "Stay, I like it" she says to you with a small, cheeky grin plastered on her face. Despite the playful look she had on, you could sense that she was being genuine saying those words.

"Good then" you said, returning the smile with one of your own.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, neither of you even minding the intimate position you guys were in and yet, you both could still feel the sudden rise of tension in the room.

It wasn't the usual light and comforting presence you felt whenever you were with one another, but it wasn't really a bad kind of tension either. It felt almost electrifying, like a major turn of events was about to take place at any given moment.

The two of you didn't realize the growing tension though, you were quite literally just staring at each other too caught up and mesmerized by one another's simple presence. It honestly made you want to laugh at how stupid you both probably looked right now but you couldn't. You didn't want to pull yourself away from whatever this was and if you were being honest, you were actually anticipating the girls next move.

You see the way Daniela's gaze slowly moves down from your eyes to your lips and that small movement makes your breath hitch. You see her smile turn into a little smirk and you knew exactly what was on the Cuban girl's mind at that moment so you brace yourself.

Without another moments hesitation she was immediately pulling you further onto herself just to plant your lips on hers. You don't know what to say, not like you could say anything in that moment anyway. You honestly don't really know what to do either, you just stayed like that shocked like it's the first time all over again.

Yet you can tell that Dani knows exactly what she wants. You feel the way her hands roam your body like she was exploring your entire being, like she wanted more from you and you feel those same hands take place on your waist urging you to shift and sit down on her lap instead. Your bodies move accordingly, as if it was second nature like the two of you have done this a million times before.

You don't protest, you don't make any move to stop whatever is happening and you have no intention to do so whatsoever. Quite the contrary actually, you want more, you need more and without even noticing yourself you had already wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss.

It was just the two of you, alone in her room, trapped in your own little bubble that no one could step into even if they dared. The crazy part? You loved it, loved being in the confines of her room kissing her like there was no tomorrow, like it was your own little secret in which it kind of was.

You loved the feeling of it all, the feeling of freedom like you could do whatever the hell you guys wanted, the thrill you experienced, the feeling that there were no constraints, no nothings, no what ifs. Just you two, enjoying your own little world.

Neither of you minded anything else that was going on around you guys. You both just enjoyed the moment, savoring the taste of one another.

The two of you only pull away when the need for air arises, still neither of you speaking a word. You both were just left panting, catching your breaths as you both processed what just happened, afraid if one of you spoke it would ruin the moment "So...."

"So" she follows, the two of you not knowing what to say or do at this moment. You just chuckle, gosh you couldn't believe you both were acting shy as if you guys weren't ready to jump each other's bones and break so many forbidden boundaries just a few moments ago.

Daniela lets out a small laugh too, the realization of the situation hitting her and she was honestly glad you seemed to be thinking the same, like why would you two be shy now? After everything you both have been through together, the two of you thought of acting tense now? It was so stupid "Can I?" she asks and you knew exactly what she meant.

"Just don't go too far" you answer her, you don't care at this point.

"Duly noted" the Cuban girl says, before leaning in once again. Her hands taking place on your waist again to keep you steady on her lap while you tangled your hands in the girl's hair, pulling her impossibly closer and you two stayed like this for a long while.

It had been a couple weeks since that scene in Daniela's place happened and honestly, it was crazy, you think that all of this is just fucking insane. Just the fact that the two of you would still continue to do it whenever you were together was absurd and yet it was always so quick, never that discreet for others to not notice what you two were up to but it never went on too long for other people to complain as much.

It was honestly just absurd but the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to see her again, the more you want for it to repeat.

It was like a fire had set inside you and you were burning with need, need for more of her, need for that thrill you had whenever with her, that rush. It scared you, how much it had grown over the course of the few weeks it had been happening but at the same time you didn't bother with it much.

You had a lengthy discussion about all of this with your friends, the very same people you were with the day it went down and to no surprise, they were livid. Not at you of course, but at Dani for even proposing such a thing in the first place (even if it was a stupid joke).

They warned you of the dire consequences of this weird set-up you two had. The group treated you as if you were their baby after all, knowing you had never been in a relationship before and had gotten yourself into such a fucked up situation, they couldn't help but worry for you and how things would end up.

You could have your heart broken by this or worse, they didn't want to see you end up like that and they didn't want the reason of your heart break to be over a stupid situation like this.

The thing is whenever it was just you and Daniela together, you guys would always talk it out and openly communicate on what kind of boundaries neither of you should ever cross with one another. The only problem? Even with all that, you still found yourself faltering, especially when the girl would do all these gestures toward you, actions that she would never do with just anyone.

She would update you constantly after the break-up happened, claiming that she was used to updating someone and needed to do it to keep her sanity in check. She would even tell you to come by her place more often to the point that you actually had to start rejecting her offer a couple of times just to put your own life first and that was all just because she didn't want to feel lonely at home due to being alone for majority of the time.

She'd just practically be on you all throughout, physically or not and it was a cycle you were unconsciously getting conditioned to follow even if it was against your own will.

Like a freaking puppy, you would obey every word and it was honestly a bit weird to you how you couldn't even try and go against her word even if you wanted too because you knew every time she would ask, she'd make the time you were with her worth it and she knew that you would always love it, need it even.

You needed her even when your brain screamed no and that this was all just a ruse and it was because of all this that you slowly started to question yourself. Were you really just doing this for the thrill? Or was there something more?

You were getting tired of everything, especially with how often it was happening, the confusing feelings, the constant overthinking, the repetitive reminders, just the entire situation.

So without even thinking, you impulsively asked your friends to hang out after classes ended. You guys of course went to the usual spot, back to where it all fucking started.

It was there that you took out everything you were feeling. You would take a shot every time you would think of her, start to overthink everything all over again, remember the way her lips tasted, remember the simple gestures she would do while you were together, everything.

It was so frustrating, that you couldn't get Daniela off your mind and it got to the point where you started to question your own decisions all over again because why the fuck did you let her? Why didn't you pull away the moment she even tried? Yell at her for starting this with that simple teasing statement? Just why? You just wanted to blame the girl for all these confusing feelings and for letting the entire thing get this far.

You knew that deep down you couldn't though, you were as much of a willing participant in this as she was, you brought this onto yourself too. You sighed to yourself at this before you took another shot, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it went down your throat. It made you grimace slightly but you didn't care, you just wanted to let out all your pent up frustrations, to feel or think of anything other than that.

"Yo Y/n! You up for a game?" one of your friends Lara asks, successfully cutting you off from your deep train of thoughts.

You nodded immediately and got up from your sitting position as the Indian girl moved to start setting up the table again. Lara had always been the first person in your little group to say yes no matter who asked to go out, she was always the type who just wanted to have a good time after all but she was also aware that you never asked to go and hang out like this unless you were going through something. As much as she wanted to ask what was going on though, she respected your space, you would tell them whatever you were thinking of when you were ready.

"So anything interesting happen?" she asks cautiously as you grabbed one of the cue sticks from the side as well as some chalk for your hand so it would glide smoothly between your fingers.

"A lot" you answered her dryly, as you leaned down and onto the table. You shifted your thoughts from the Latina woman to focus all your energy into your break at that moment and as you let the cue slide onto your fingers, you successfully broke the little triangle at the end of table, signaling the start of the game.

Lara watched you carefully, taking note of the amount of strength you put into that shot with how the cue ball rolled all over the table before she moved into a suitable position to start her turn since nothing fell into the pockets "Do you wanna talk about it?" she asks softly, like the girl was only suggesting because she was Lara Raj, and you knew that she would never force you to talk about something, hell she wouldn't even ask that kind of question to someone unless she noticed how pent up the person actually was.

You sighed as you looked over behind you right at the very booth you all were sat in that night, you didn't want to bring it up to be honest. You came here to get rid of these thoughts, to just enjoy the night for once without having to think about it even more than you already should, without actually having to go to sleep at night filled with the guilt of everything you were feeling "Am I going to be given a choice that I don't want to talk about it?"

"From me? Yeah. From the others? Highly doubt it" Lara says as she prepares to make her shot which to no one's surprise was successful.

You shook your head at her answer out of amusement because it actually was true. Lara had never been the type pry or push people into talking about things these kind of things but your other friends were an entirely different story. It wasn't that they would push anyone to tell them for the sake of drama, just that they insisted that the person needed to talk for them to understand and help even though it was too much at times, for you personally anyway "It's just about Dani" you started.

"About your weird set-up?" the girl asks as she made an attempt to pot another ball but narrowly missed it making her groan out of frustration.

You chuckled at her attempt before nodding your head at the question "Yeah."

"Have you talked to her about it?" she asks as she moved away from the table to let you make your turn.

"All the time" you answered as you made your shot with a lot more force than necessary, that didn't matter to you though since you still successfully potted a ball.

Lara could only grimace at the amount of strength you were using with each time you hit the cue ball. She was honestly a bit scared you were going to make it fly off the table and hit someone but the girl knew you were just trying to let out everything that you were feeling through the game and she was glad that you had an outlet to channel all that negative energy somewhere else but that still did nothing to ease her worry for everyone else's safety.

Lara has honestly never seen this side of you, none of your friends have actually. You have always been the person who stayed chill no matter what the situation, the type that just went with the flow and what happens, well, happens. You always stayed calm, kept a level head even when everyone else was already losing their cool at something that had happened or something they were talking about with the group.

You truthfully didn't have a care in the world about anything else other than your academic performance and other personal stuff that you didn't share to anyone even Lara herself that openly, so to see you like this was so new.

"So what has you so frustrated about it then?" she asked as you made your way across the table.

You sigh not knowing how to give an answer that question when you yourself were unsure of everything that you were feeling right now "She's just so, I don't know...confusing?"

The Indian girl just stares at you, perplexed by the answer you had given her "Do you mind expounding on that or-"

"Okay wait, I mean that- like, she does these things while we...kiss and it makes me feel things and then there's the fact she keeps updating me like she can't survive unless she does it. She's always asking me to come by her place and I honestly don't know anymore if I'm just doing this for the thrill or if there's something more and it's just so frustrating that I can't even tell her any of this because I know that she'll think I'm weird or I'm-"

"Woah, okay calm down" Lara cuts you off, surprised by how much you were actually able to tell her. She was completely fine with it, she just wasn't expecting you to tell her so much. You weren't much of an open person after all so to say that much to her caught her a bit off guard.

"Sorry" you quickly apologized as you quickly made another shot in potting a ball, this time it was unsuccessful.

Lara takes a few steps closer to you before she places a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you even with the simple gesture "It's alright really but really I don't think drinking this away or a game of pool is gonna make you feel any better about all this, talk to her about everything your feeling. Not just specific things that are happening in the moment, let her know I'm sure that she'll understand."

"The thing is I don't even know what I'm feeling" you answered, your voice going a whole octave lower than it usually was due to all the thoughts in your head mixing together and it caused nothing but chaos.

You were feeling frustrated all over again because of this conversation but you also knew that Lara meant no harm when she asked, it was your choice to tell her anyway. You could have chosen not to honestly, but you trusted the girl and you knew that she could help you figure out what to do. You did admit more than once that Lara gave out one of the most realistic advice in the group and you would prefer that more than comfort or reassurance that it was going to be okay honestly speaking.

"Well than answer this for me, do you have feelings for Dani?"

You looked at her, questioningly because why the hell would she ask such an absurd question in the first place "What- okay, she's hot, kind and really talented but I don't thi-"

"Y/n, calm down it was a simple yes or no question. I don't need the details, I just want you to answer it directly" Lara cuts you off once again. She really wanted to laugh at the reaction you were giving her right now but she knew you didn't need someone teasing you. You just needed a wake-up call, someone to knock you back into reality and she obviously did not want you rambling and saying something you could possibly regret later on too knowing your other friends were also there. It's only then that you start to think though, really think for a moment.

Did you have feelings for Daniela? Looking back at it all now with that thought, it could actually explain a few (A LOT) of your actions but you didn't think that you having feelings could be the actual reason. You never saw the girl in that kind of way....

Okay, never mind maybe you have.

Maybe you have imagined way more times than you'd like to actually admit. You have had those kind of thoughts but you it's not like you chose to drone on about any of them further than you were supposed to. Daniela was your best friend and it was wrong to like your best friend, hell even think of them in that kind of way.

Still, you couldn't help it when started taking notice even of the smallest details about her, it was like you could read her like an open book. From her little habits like the way her eyebrows would furrow even deeper the more she concentrated on something, the slight shift in her mood whenever someone mentioned something she didn't like, the cute way she would always stick out her tongue teasingly whenever you were taking a video and pointing the camera at her.

God, just how many things about her did you not even realize you learned about. Were you crazy at this point? To know someone better than they probably did than themselves. You didn't know, it was all just insane. You didn't know why each and every detail you found out about her made you look forward to just seeing Dani even more, maybe it was the fact you loved learning all these little things about her. What she liked and what she didn't, what she would do to simply pass the time, what kind of antics she would do during specific situations. You weren't sure but you did know one thing, the way you were feeling definitely wasn't something between friends.

"I think...I do" you finally answered the girl's question. You were still somewhat unsure actually but you having feelings did bring light to the problem in this entire situation and it actually made you realize so much.

Lara clapped lightly, a teasing smile starting to grow on her face. She figured now would be a good time to start lightening the mood between you two and she was right when she saw you just give one of your regular death stares that you gave instead of looking away and staying quiet. Though she would never admit it, that glare did scare her too since you could really kill someone with that glare "Congrats on finding out something we have all known way before you have" she said and it just made you roll your eyes at her behavior

"Shut up" you said as you pushed her away with the other end of the cue stick. She immediately dodged, not wanting to get a sudden injury.

"Alright, alright I'll stop!" she yelled, surrendering as she saw you moving closer to her with the cue stick that you were now holding with both hands.

You smiled at this and patted her head "Good."

"So what are you going to do about this now?" Lara asks, wondering how you were going to deal with this now that you were aware of this new problem that had arisen. You sighed, not knowing how else to solve this except by simply telling her.

"I guess I'll talk to her about this so we can finally stop this bullshit of a set-up"

"Finally, a good idea from you"

"Oh shut up!" you say, shoving Lara's shoulder playfully.

It had grown late into the night, no vehicles had been passing by for a bit so the streets were more or less quiet. Besides, you figured that most people would be asleep by this time anyway and that gave you the perfect opportunity to talk with Daniela.

On your way here, you had been watching as the neighborhood which was lit up with bright lights that had nearly blinded you a few minutes ago slowly went out one by one, turning into a chilling darkness. Only a few still had signs of life in them, including the one you were sitting in front of which obviously was none other than Daniela's place.

You had sent the girl a text on your way here that had you wanted to talk but you never mentioned about what, much to her dismay. Hell, you even told her that you weren't going to waltz in her place like you usually did because what you were about to talk about was definitely going to be quick so here you were.

You knew that after this conversation with her the dynamic that you two had would change into something unrecognizable and you honestly had no hopes that you two would go back to the way you guys used to be after everything. Then again, you weren't doing this to salvage your relationship with her, you were doing this because you just wanted to get this over with and end this fucked up mess.

You just sat there for a few minutes, waiting for the inevitable to happen. You had texted the girl a few minutes ago that you had already arrived so you were expecting the girl to be out in a few moments. When you did hear the door open and her foot steps that slowly came closer to you, you didn't even bother looking back. You just stared at the road ahead, your hands supporting your upper body as you had placed yourself in a leant back position.

With how relaxed you looked no one would have expected that the conversation you were going to open up about was going to be one of the heaviest conversations you were ever going to have in your life "Hey" Daniela greeted you.

You hummed, acknowledging her presence as you enjoyed the peace and quiet the night had brought. To you, the chilling night wasn't something to be terrified of, it was more like one of the only times you could have the peace and quiet that your heart craved to be.

For Daniela though it was the total opposite, she's always felt unease in the darkness, which is why she always had some kind of light on and right now that unease didn't go away, it heightened even, she was puzzled and she was definitely on high alert. While she was used to you showing up to her place out of nowhere, that didn't mean she wasn't scared with the way you texted her with such a serious message. What was so important that you needed her to come out of her own home just so you two could be alone?

She took a deep breath in just to try and calm her nerves down a bit but as she did, she could smell the distinct scent of the alcohol you had drunken earlier, catching her off guard. Daniela then turned to you just to confirm if the stench was really coming from you and that only confirmed her suspicions when the smell became stronger "Are...you drunk?" she asked, curious. You never went out and drank without her, ever.

"A little" you replied, plainly. You didn't bother to hide it and you didn't care if she found out whether you drank or what and she wasn't used to this. You always asked her first if she wanted to come, you always went to her first. Everyone knew that Daniela was your go to person whenever you wanted to hang out, so what was going on? Why didn't she ask you this time?

The girl just shakes her head, disappointed by your actions but she knew that you didn't come here just to be scolded by her. She could only sigh and just get straight to the point, she knew it was already so late and that in your current state you should be getting home as soon as possible to rest, plus her parents could get mad at her for being out here so late "So what did you wanna talk about?" she asks.

"I think you already know why I came here, Dani" you said as you slowly turned your head toward her. She wasn't looking at you and you knew exactly why. Daniela knows your mannerisms and she knows that you aren't the type to actually look someone in the eye. So, the Cuban girl opted to stare at the road too, she knew there was no way on earth you would look at her eye to eye even with such a serious conversation at stake and she would never force you to do.

Still, you watched the way her brows furrowed at your words because she really had no clue on why you wanted to talk to her "I don't though" she says.

You just sighed, you weren't that surprised that Dani was this dense to be honest, but you still had some kind of hope that you wouldn't have to spell it out to her. It was obvious after all why you had come here "Alright then, it's about this stupid set-up we have" you tell her and it comes out a bit harsh. A kind of tone Daniela has never expected to hear directed at her, especially from you.

Daniela turns to you, slightly bewildered but she doesn't take your tone seriously "Why? I thought you liked it?" she says, a small teasing smile starts to show on her face.

You know that the girl was completely oblivious to your seriousness and that she doesn't realize you were completely done with the entire thing. This wasn't funny to you anymore and this wasn't just some everyday thing that happened because of stupid hormones. This entire situation was becoming real, too real and you needed this to end before it got in the way of too many other things in your life.

You were exhausted enough as it was, you didn't need this draining you even more than it already has "At first I was, but Dani we both know we crossed a line that night. A line that none of us ever should have crossed in the first place, you know that I've never had a girlfriend and still decided to go through with it, why?"

Daniela is taken aback by your answer and it's only then that it finally dawns on her the seriousness of this conversation that was taking place but if she was being honest she didn't know herself why she initiated it. It was a decision purely out of whim "Well I thought it'd be fun and I don't know? Just to get it over with?"

Your expression darkens, you expected a much better reason than that. You already knew prior to this that there was no salvaging what you guys had after this talk but you didn't think the reason that she started all this would actually be this stupid. What was all this to her then? "What the actual fuck? Are you saying that this was all some sort of sick game?"

"Y/n no, that's not what I said-"

"Except it is Dani, it is exactly what you're trying to say. Did you find fun in the fact you took one of the most important experiences in my life just because? That is so fucking messed up"

"No, I don't know why okay, I just. I wasn't thinking and you seemed to enjoy anyway so I gave it, isn't that what you wanted?"

"Dani, I said all that because I knew you that wouldn't, I never expected you to actually go through with it and okay...maybe I did enjoy it for a time. Until it was all becoming too real."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Daniela asks because she doesn't get it, she doesn't understand why you were telling her all this, why now were you having second thoughts.

You let out a frustrated huff at that because you didn't know if the girl was just playing dumb or what, could she really not read the room? "For fuck's sake Avanzini, I think I have feelings for you!" you screamed out. You didn't care who would hear what you said, you didn't care about the fact you two were just outside her house fighting by the side of the road.

You just needed to get it out there because you know if you waited just a bit longer, you would lose yourself. You didn't want this to consume you anymore than it already has and you couldn't carry the weight of it all any longer.

Daniela was shocked by this revelation because you both had promised that this wouldn't happen, that it never would. You swore you would never fall, hell you were the first person to say it, to mention that if any one of you fell, they'd be stupid but here you were "Y/n..." she says, her voice cracking by how stunned she was by the sudden confession.

Daniela doesn't know how to take it, she doesn't know how to respond. She doesn't want to hurt you with reality that she doesn't like you back but she also doesn't want you to be led on. You knew that, from the start you did and still fell and it was stupid because you knew that she would never see you that way.

"I know...I swore that I never would but the longer this kept going, the longer I felt so confused by all these thoughts and...the longer this kept going the more I questioned myself on why I let you do it in the first place. I just can't do this anymore Dani, I can't keep pretending that this is nothing to me" you said. You knew that you were just adding oil to the fire you had just set with those next words but it was either that or let yourself explode if you kept it to yourself any second longer.

The Cuban girl was frozen in place, processing everything you had just said. She didn't expect you of all people to suddenly confess their feelings to her like this and she didn't know what exactly to do about it "I'm going back in" she said, quickly getting up from her position as she went back inside.

You scoffed when you heard that but you had no intention of stopping her. You know that Daniela was like that by nature. You just watched her as she got up and walked inside her home before you got up and proceeded the walk back to your own. Knowing how late it was you couldn't hail a cab and you didn't have the money anyway. You could only sigh as you looked up into the night sky and quietly walked away from the place you once found solitude in.

At least you had told her.

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ctto for all the pics used here

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i'm going home ❀•°•───────•

request: have you seen the trend of telling your bf you want to go home when hanging out with Gabe

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: got randomly suggestive towards the end, sorry guys, my fingers just started typing

author's note: thank you for the request ceci!!! also, this is kinda set around two years from now so creative liberties were obviously taken.

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it was just before winter break and gabe was already two years into signing with the rangers. he had decided it was time to move out of the hotel room he shared with brennan othman and brett berard. 

when gabe told you he was signing, you were over the moon but part of you was worried about how the distance would affect your relationship. you had practically been together since the very start of college, meeting in french class two weeks in, and dating by the next month. 

but if anyone could make it work, it was going to be you two. so you agreed to do long distance until you both graduated; gabe coming back occasionally so he could finish off his exams.

it only felt difficult when you had gone long periods without seeing each other, but it never put a great strain on you two. constant meaningless texts about his day made you feel less alone, and in turn, your nightly long rants over the phone to him about your horrible study schedule always put him at ease.

it wasn't a question for you to apply for jobs in his city, and once you received an acceptance email, you were on a plane and surprising him at his hotel the day later. from then on though, gabe knew he was going to have to move out, he didn't really want to share the same space with his teammates and his girlfriend. so you both agreed to rent out an apartment not far from where he was staying anyway. 

it wasn't crazy big, but it was more than enough. amongst your busy schedules, the shared apartment was a place where you could just be together and relax. and that's what you were doing right now. legs draped across his lap as a christmas movie played on the screen. but you had seen this movie too many times before and had begun to grow bored, thinking of ways to get whatever reaction out of gabe you could pull. 

you remembered a funny trend your friends had sent you and immediately thought it would be perfect. you got up quickly, telling him you were just getting more popcorn when he whined at your movement.

after setting the phone up to the side of the sofa, trying to be as discreet as possible, you made your way back to him, dropping down to his side. you felt his arm that was resting on the back of the sofa pull you against him as if it was possible to get any closer. 

“gabe?” you spoke up.

“yeah baby?” he hummed out, leaning down to press a small kiss onto your hair.

you closed your eyes and pursed your lips closed, already wanting to laugh at him. calmly you spoke up, trying not to give anything away, “you know… i think i’m gonna head home.”

“huh?” is all he got out, moving his hand up to your cheek to turn your head towards him, looking all confused. you glanced at him, his brows knitting together as his lips pressed into a thin, uncertain line that turned downwards at the ends. “what do you mean? where’re you going?” 

you nibbled on your nails in an attempt to hide a smile you were desperately fighting against. “home.” you reiterated, “i’m going home gabe.”

poor gabe was so lost, his brows furrowing even more now. “so, you actually are home…? i’m so confused.”

you huffed out, pinching the bridge of your nose which made gabe feel like he must’ve done something to piss you off. he scanned your face frantically, eyes darting around as if he was going to find the answer on his face. had he said something? what had he said that was so bad that made you want to leave your shared home?

“did i do something to upset you.” he asked sweetly, words delicate so as to not make you more annoyed. oh great, now you felt horrible. “baby, i promise i can’t think of anyth- is it because i asked if you wanted to spend christmas with my family this year? you want to go back to your home during christmas? thats fin-”

“no.” you stated simply, shaking your head, shifting so your body was facing him before you drew your knees to your chest, hugging your legs. you actually surprised yourself with how upset you could act. “i just want to go home. like now.” 

gabe blinked, face dropping at how upset you seemed. he didn't know what to do, he just wanted to make you feel better no matter what was wrong. 

“hey hey,” he whispered softly, still wearing a sad frown as he scooped you up into his arms and placed you on top of him, your legs moving to straddle his lap. “what’s wrong? what home are you talking about? can you tell me what’s gotten you all upset, i promise if i know then i can help.”

pouting your lips, you sighed as he squeezed your sides reassuringly, looking at you with wide eyes and very concerned. “i don't know, i just feel like i should be at home. 

gabe’s mouth opened like he was going to say something. honestly he wanted to say ‘i have no clue what the fuck you’re talking about’ but he restrained, too nervous that it’ll just make you mad and you’ll stomp off to the spare bedroom. “you- i really don’t know what you mean. we’re at home.”

“no. home home.” you rolled your eyes as if it was obvious, trying so hard not to smile at his look. he was in utter disbelief. had you hit your head?

“you’re at home home.” he gestured his hands around the room, looking around as if to check that you two had not magically teleported somewhere else, “i’d like to think my contributions to the interior design choices made this place feel homey enough.”

you let out a small huff, not saying anything in case you started laughing. gabe knew you well enough to sense you were on the verge of smiling. the thing is, he thought it was because he was making you feel better, so he proceeded to try and lighten your mood. 

“did you hit your head on door getting the popcorn?” he grinned just a little, hand coming up to press against your forehead, “should we go to the doctor, you’re a little warm actually. you must've hit your head, huh?”

you swatted his hand away, finally letting out a string of giggles, dropping your head against his shoulder. you were for sure not going to last any longer, despite very much enjoying him looking all clueless and upset. 

“sorry, sorry, it was a joke.” you lifted your head and gabe’s shoulders relaxed as he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. 

“don’t do that! i seriously thought you were trying to tell me you were moving out.” gabe grumbled, complaining, but his grin told you he wasn't annoyed at all. 

“i would never.” you pressed a firm kiss upon his lips to punctuate your statement, “you’re totally stuck with me.”

gabe smiled, eyes dancing in mischief before he began to tickle your tides making you yelp out, arms trying to push him away. 

“this is what you get.” gabe laughed, ducking his head as your arm moved frantically and nearly hit him.

“oh didn’t know you were into punishment stuff. very kinky, gabe.” you smirked, laughing even harder when gabe stopped abruptly and his eyes went wide, face suddenly all red. 

you chuckled as you cupped both of his cheeks and pressed your lips on his, slow and soft, letting you both melt in each other before you pulled away. “gonna need to delete the last bit of the video so it’s appropriate to send to your sister.”

gabe’s mouth dropped and he rolled his eyes, looking to his left to see your phone propped up against the lamp. “please don’t show that to anyone, especially my family. and please don’t do that again.”

“can’t promise anything sadly.” you said matter of factly, grinning at him. 

“but you’re still coming to christmas?” he asked hopefully, head tilting so he was leaning into your touch. 

“obviously. but im only going because your mom makes the best cookies.” you shrugged, making gabe chuckle.

“whatever you say baby.”

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Too Easily - Katsuki Bakugo -

Based of this blurb. Part 2

It was too easy, every part of it. How you met him, how you interacted with him, how quickly he got used to you. Every part of it was too easy, too good to be true. But he asked you anyway, he wanted you anyway. You figured it was just another thing in life that came easily. He showed you another way of living, the thrill of romance. The increased heartbeat that came when next to a crush. The a flutter in your stomach when he called your name. The buzz of warmth that covered your entire being after just one kiss. CW: swearing and i think that's it? Word Count: 7.4k

General Studies was no easy task. It was assignment after assignment. Making you do ten times the amount of work any other school had regular students doing. UA wasn't only a prestigious hero school, but an overall school. If you could get in, in any way possible, you were deemed important in society.

A messed up social construct because it didn't take only intelligence but also wealth and connections with people on the school board. Nonetheless, you got in and stayed at a good standpoint for your class. Within the top three overall, if you weren't first when hero students weren't involved.

You were known across the school for how you aced every test with flying colors. Maybe you weren't the most known, since the hero students got all the praise, but right out of that, you were the most known.

It used to be Shinso, due to his 'villainous' quirk. But when he was transferred to the hero course in the second year, all the talk switched to you. It was something you were used to though. Your parents were well-known CEOs so it was nothing compared to the fame they had. Just whispers being spoken wherever you were.

You were close friends with Shinso, and still are, stopping to talk with him in the halls and going to his common room to help him study every once in a while. It gave you more connections to the hero world, and with your parents' advice in life, you made any connection possible. Life was filled with stepping stones, all hard work built into any action, and profit.

When you were with Shinso, a genuine friend of yours, you took time to talk with his friends. Ones who crossed your path when in his busy common room. Normally it was Kaminari who bugged the two of you, and he wasn't much to build off. Sero as well, who mainly flirted with you quietly. Kirishima was a good one to talk with, there was actual conversation there. Same with Deku.

Avoiding conversation wasn't easy in the common area, but you and Shinso also knew only rumors would come if you went to his room. So the two of you adapted, making the people who bugged you, join in and study as well.

That's how you met the infamous Katsuki Bakugo. He was only trying to get his headphones back from Kirishima, but an interruption was an interruption. The group yelling at him to sit down, the group being Kaminari and Mina. You could care less if he stayed or went, the rule was set for the people who consistently bugged you.

"I said two fucking words," Bakugo seethed.

"Don't care," Kaminari pointed to the set, acting like a strict parent with how he raised his chin, "Rules are rules Kacchan."

"This stupid-"

"Bakugo sit the fuck down," Mina added.

"Who do you think you are?" Bakugo raised his arm at her.

You watched annoyed at the bickering, he would definitely apply to the rule now. You looked over your work as they snapped back and forth, wanting to avoid an argument with him. Throughout all three years of high school, his reputation stayed the same. As angry and explosive as ever, and that's after calming down slightly in the first year.

"Bakugo," Kirishima sheepishly spoke out, "You're only making things worse. She's had this rule set for the past month. You're going to go study anyway, just join us."

"Fucking ridiculous," the blonde grumbled, throwing his bag on the table and aggressively pulling out a seat next to you. "I'm not staying long," he bit out, towards you.

You raised a brow and looked at him, "You're disruptive anyway."

He tsked at you, opening his book and throwing down the same worksheet everyone else had out. The sheet that Shinso finished an hour ago, with your help. Shinso was now far ahead on his English essay.

The group took over their silence once again. Kaminari and Mina, the most annoying ones, deep into their math work.

"Kaminari!" you scolded, seeing him lift his phone for a math problem, "You're going to become a hero by cheating?"

"No," he pouted like a puppy.

Before you could, Bakugo took Kaminari's phone, shoving it in his pocket. "How many times do you have'ta be yelled at to fuckin' stop?" Bakugo hissed.

"Sorry," Kaminari shrunk in his seat.

"I'll help you," you sighed, getting up to stand.

Bakugo glared at you, "I can fuckin' do it."

"I've already finished the sheet, I know how to do it," you assured, acknowledging the looks from the table.

"Who the fuck even are you?" he looked you over.

You were used to the everyday person glaring at you, out of jealousy, out of disgust, it didn't matter. But from someone who was expected to be one of the top heroes, from someone in the Big Three? It was something else. You only let yourself shrink in slightly, still saying your name confidently. Surely he would have heard you're name by now, right?

"Hah?"

"I'm going to be the valedictorian? You can't be that socially blind," you blinked at him.

His face settled into recognition, turning to glare at Shinso next, "Is that how you're getting better scores?! You little shit!"

The aggression was off you quicker than you thought. Everyone else turned their attention off you now, not caring what Bakugo would say now that he was talking to a classmate. More so yelling with how Shinso was giving him a lazy smirk back at him.

Before you could get roped back into the conversation you stepped over to Kaminari to help him with the first question on the page. It didn't surprise you that he needed help, he often needed help in math.

What did surprise you though, was Bakugo grumbling to himself when you sat back down in your seat. Not letting you settle in before he poked your forearm with his pencil, nodding his head to his paper when you looked at him.

You leaned into his space slightly and looked over his paper. He moved his pencil over the question, the same one that stumped Shinso. He was looking anywhere but his paper ignoring the fact that he was asking for help.

When you took a breath before starting to talk you instantly got a sharp glare and his hand shoving paper into your hand. Scratch paper was shoved into your space, his pencil being tossed along with it. You gave him a look that read 'seriously' to his reaction. He just gave you a firmer glare. You sighed as you wrote down the steps for him, looking over his work and circling the spots he got wrong. He only messed up on the middle step, something you almost did.

Passing the paper was also a task, he waited until he was sure no one was looking before he snagged it back. His eyes lit up with a flash of annoyance as he saw his simple mistake.

"Hey," Shinso called out to you, dragging your attention away from the blonde, "I think I'm done for the day. I don't wanna write anymore."

You looked at the time, it was barely passing 8 pm, and you'd been working since six. "Fair," you nodded, knowing not everyone was up to studying for hours at a time, "How much did you do?"

"I'm only missing a page now," he stretched out, "It's not due for a week."

"The sooner you're done-"

"The sooner you can forget about it," Shinso rolled his eyes, "I know, not like you say it every time."

"I could say it more," you huffed, grabbing your textbooks and putting them in your bag. Shinso did the same, putting his stuff away much quicker before he said his goodnights, patted your back, and left.

"Am I free?" Mina gave you puppy eyes.

"Yeah, I need to get to my dorm," you smiled at her, watching as everyone at the table sighed in relief and packed up. Taking their leave soon after.

You stayed without much thought. Bakugo was still at the table, clearly wanting to finish his paper now. You didn't want to leave him in case he needed help, it was something you did for all of them.

Only when everyone was gone did he raise his head, quickly taking in that it was only you and him left.

"Thanks, Books," he said gruffly. You knew he was one to give nicknames, having heard him yell a few in the common room, hallways, or sports festivals.

You also knew he wasn't one to hand out thanks. "No problem," you nodded at him, seeing him shove his books into his bag. "You're going to rip your work if you do that, you know?"

"Like I care."

"You should, I wouldn't be surprised to know if you've had to redo homework for that reason only," you stood up, "A folder could save you from taking time out of your training."

He glared at you, showing that you read him like a book, "Whatever," he scoffed.

---

There was no surprise seeing him in the common rooms more, or him helping your small study group. It was all welcomed, he could answer all the small questions when you were already busy. Although he took a different approach than you. Rather than calmly explaining, he yelled.

The surprise only hit when he approached you right after class. Everyone lingering in the hall still debriefing from class that ended only moments ago.

He's been the talk of school recently as well. Having gone nuts when an interviewer asked him personal questions. Ranging from how his parents were to how many people he's slept with. With him being freshly eighteen, it was disgusting. It is disgusting in general but it only gives you a good look at the way society views heroes.

It spread beyond just that, everyone watching the interview and taking it among themselves. Trying to figure out who Bakugo was dating or why he wasn't dating anyone. Piecing together any action he made towards anyone. Trying to say he was dating one of his classmates or someone he was interning with. It was annoying even for you, no one wanted to talk about anything other than his dating life. It was infuriating.

So him showing up at your class out of nowhere confused you even more. With all the rumors going around you expected him to stick to himself, like he was doing for the past week.

"Bakugo?" you asked, seeing him leaning on the wall across the door to your class. You knew you were the only one that knew him personally, in your class.

"Books," he said shortly, kicking himself off the wall and walking towards you, meeting you halfway, in the middle of the hallway.

"Do you need to talk about something?" you tilted your head, confused, "We can go to your common room, I was heading there anyway."

"Nah," he shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets. Casual as ever.

You looked around at the crowd that gathered around you. "Then what do you need?" you asked quietly, wanting to avoid people hearing your conversation.

"Go on a date with me," he ordered more than asked, face plain but voice loud enough for everyone to hear. He gave you nothing to read off.

"Excuse me?" you asked meekly.

"Go on a date with me."

"Bakugo-"

"You stupid or somethin'?" he asked, now annoyed.

"No, I'm just confused," you worded slowly, trying to piece together why he did this suddenly. Is this why he started studying with you? Despite already knowing his stuff and hardly needing help.

"Will you?" he shuffled his footing, going more ridged and less relaxed.

You blinked, looking around quickly at the audience who was now holding their breath, "Yeah," you said breathlessly, "I- sure."

"Good," he relaxed again, "I'll meet you at your dorm room."

He didn't let you add anything before he was walking away, the crowd parting for his exit before rushing up to you.

"You know Bakugo?"

"He likes you?"

"Did you put a spell on him?"

"Hire him?"

"Buy him out?"

"What's your secret?"

Knowing how to manage the media, you did what you were taught. School your expression and walk away, give nothing but keep your head high.

You dealt with people bugging you until you were at your dorm, only at safety when you locked your door behind you. You didn't even tell Bakugo your dorm number, and he didn't have your number. How he was going to get to you, you had no clue.

Your phone buzzes violently in your bug, Shinso calling you.

"You and Bakugo?" he asked immediately when you answered. Word got around quick. It's only been twenty minutes and people knew.

"Apparently? I don't know?" you ran your hands through your hair, trying to think of an outfit for something you didn't even know of.

"How do you not know?"

"Shinso," you placed him on speaker, going through your closest, "He just came to my class and asked me out in front of everyone."

"I know, that's how I found out. But seriously?"

"Yeah," you settled on a semi-formal outfit, hitting the line of whatever was appropriate.

Shinso paused in thought, "He didn't act any different around you though."

"I know," you sighed in frustration, "All he did was ask my help, apparently that means he's into me?"

"He asked for help?"

"Barely," you shuffled out of your clothes, throwing on the outfit in a rush, unsure when Bakugo would pick you up.

Shinso hummed, "He never asks for help, so fuck, maybe he does like you. Be careful though."

You laughed lightly, brushing your hair with your fingers to make sure it was still presentable, "It's Bakugo, not some kind of monster."

"He's unpredictable," Shinso warned.

"I'll be fine Shinso," you brushed off his worries. Changing into a different topic of your day. Mainly listening to him rant about a new game he bought.

A sudden knock made you jump out of your chair, whispering goodbye to Shinso before hanging up.

You opened the door with a polite smile, greeting Bakugo, who was dressed in a similar manner as you.

"Ready?" he asked. You grabbed your keys and locked your dorm room behind you, stepping into the hall that not only Bakugo occupied. The rest of your class was camping outside your room. You glare at them in response, it was rude to be this nosey.

"Yeah, where to?" you asked, looking unsure around your class.

The name of one of the most popular restaurants rattled out of his mouth.

"Bakugo, that place is a fortune-"

"I've got the money."

"It really isn't necessary."

"It is if it's for you," he said smoothly, something completely unexpected from him. Maybe he wasn't as harsh as he put on.

With no more argument coming from you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the elevator, finally out of the eyes of your peers.

"I don't think I'm dressed for this," you said honestly as you looked down. You'd meet the dress code easily, but it was still a well-established restaurant.

"You look fine."

You blushed warmly at that. You've been told all about his character in passing. He didn't just throw out things without meaning. "Thanks," you mumbled, following him as he left the elevator.

---

He was an easy person to talk to. No awkward silences that couldn't be filled. Nothing bad to note over the entirety of dinner. He was a gentleman, and it was surprising. Even when the press started annoying you midway through, he didn't fuss. Just told you to ignore them and continue eating. Barely giving them a second glance as he talked to you more. Seemingly curious about how your dumb presentation did.

"Thank you for listening to all my school stuff," you turned to him as you walked back to your dorm, him insisting he needed to walk you back. Despite the guaranteed safety of a hero school. "You're probably the only hero student who can keep up."

"You act like hero students are behind."

"You're in the same math class as Kaminari, it's not hard to claim that I'm leagues ahead in that field," you smiled at him, not wanting to offend him.

"Whatever," he shrugged off.

You turned back to look at the direction you were walking, you still had a couple of minutes, "Thanks for inviting me out, I'm cooped up too much."

"No problem," he said back softly, sharing your tone, "Thanks for agreeing I guess."

"I hardly agreed to anything, more so got ordered," you laughed.

The weather was nice as you walked back. Clear skies, low winds, but cold.

"Ya cold?"

"Kinda," you replied, crossing your arms to warm yourself as you focused on walking.

"C'mere, idiot," he called to you, shrugging off his jacket when you were near, throwing it over your shoulders before continuing to walk like nothing happened.

"Thank you," you said shyly, not used to being catered to, especially by him. Many have asked you out before, none of them interesting or it was easy to tell they had bad intentions, Bakugo's the first to not.

He shrugged off the appreciation, letting silence cover the conversation for a moment.

"You want to know something?" you spoke out, watching how your steps hit the ground at the same time as his.

"Hm?"

"I expected you to be a lot different."

"How?"

"Well in the sports festival you're an animal," you pointed out.

"I'm not an animal," he shook his head in disbelief.

You turned to face him, face deadpan, "You fucking growled at the camera."

Bakugo barked out a laugh at the memory. Though the laugh was violent, it was warming to hear, your smile widening.

"You even bit the cameraman," you added on to the memory, anything to keep him laughing.

"You saw what he did right?" he spoke filled with laughter.

"No?"

"Dude wagged a red flag in front of the camera so I'd look over."

"No!" you gasped, laughter breaking through.

"So I fuckin' showed him an animal."

His expression was cocky with a humorous smile, a laugh still following his words as he guided you to continue moving by your elbow.

"All the interviewers do that shit."

"Hm?" you hummed for him to continue.

"Get in your face, want you to act a certain way. Fuckin' tired of it," he huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," you were warmed by how he spoke so freely, "They always ask ridiculous questions too," you added on.

"You've been interviewed?" he side-eyed you as you walked.

"Plenty of times, my parents are huge CEOs so they want to know who's next up," you answered any follow-up question he could have, used to others questioning you all about it.

"Gross."

You laughed lightly, "Definitely, the interviews are always so unsettling. Asking every personal question ever," you brought it up just to try to show him you understood him.

"You got no idea, sweets," the tack of a nickname made you flush. Looking away briefly when other students pass by you.

Not wanting the conversation to stop you continued, "I might not to your extent of course, but I've had my fair share."

"Really? What's the worst thing you've been asked?" he challenged.

"If I was willing to have sex with other CEOs in order to expand the company," you gave him a straight face.

He gave a disgusted look in return, "People like that need to be locked up."

"Yeah, hopefully you'll clear the streets for us," you bumped his shoulder with yours, "but what's the worst thing you've been asked?"

"If I fucked Endeavour's sidekick." You cringed in reply. "That, and they always ask my cup size."

A laugh ripped from your throat, your hand slapping up to his arm in response, "No way! Me too!"

He rolled his eyes, "Fuckin' pervs."

Conversation was easy between the two of you, sharing interview questions until you got to your dorm. Him opening all the doors for you on the way there, causing you to blush each time.

Few people scatter your hallway when you get back, turning their attention on you.

"Again next week?"

"Sorry?" you asked confused.

He furrowed his brows, "Did you not have a good time?"

"No, I did," you corrected, "I'm just surprised you're wanting another."

"Of course, I want another," frustration was slowly coming out of his voice, "So will you go on another date with me? Next week?"

"I- yeah," you nodded.

"Gimme your phone," he put his hand out, typing his number in roughly when you gave it to him. "I'll text you."

"Yeah," you were breathless, this didn't feel real.

"You're going to be at my common area tomorrow, right?" his face gave away absolutely nothing, brushing off the idea of a date so casually.

"Yeah," you were too stunned to form more words. He wanted not one, but two dates. And was curious what you were doing the next day. You were never one to fan girl, but with the looks he had, it was hard not to.

"Good, I'll be around," he said shortly, moving to step away.

"You're jacket," you blurted, "I need to give it back."

"Keep it."

He walked away before you could even pull it off your shoulders.

Not wanting the stares of classmates, you quickly hid yourself in your room. Letting the giddy emotions consume you. The rush of emotions from the date were running wild, and you knew better than to show those in front of him, let alone in public.

---

The giddy feeling didn't leave the next day, buzzing in your heart as you went through each class. Unbothered by the people who tried to be nosey or the first years who threatened you. It was all filled with the rushing thoughts, the curiosity you felt when Bakugo said he'd see you today.

Adding a pep to your step as you made your way into his common room, setting up your stuff to study with Shinso.

"Nice ass, I got a real good angle here."

You slapped down your uniform skirt as you straightened your posture. "Gross Mineta," you spat when you turned around to face him.

"Just enjoying the view, wish it was more than a view, like an object-"

You glared at him sharply, "I'm not an object." He was acting worse than the interviewers.

"Not yet-"

"Not ever," you seethed. When you watched his eyes widen you felt relieved to have scared him.

"The fuck happening here?" Bakugo's voice rang out, clearly being the reason Mineta was afraid.

"Nothing," Mineta groaned, "Gotta ruin the fun. Maybe later mamas," Mineta winked at you. A full-body cringe shuttered through you.

"I'll fuckin' kill you," Bakugo stepped closer, Mineta running away in response.

"Thanks-"

"Aren't you usually here at 6?" he cut you off.

"Oh," you clasped your hands behind your back, slightly swaying, "I thought I'd stop by earlier, to see you," you added sheepishly.

"Good thinkin'," he smirked, "Want to-"

Shinso's heavy steps turned your attention. "Hi, Shinso!" you greeted happily, you had so much to tell him.

"It's a bit early," he turned his head to the clock.

"She came to see me," Bakugo answered for you.

"Well not entirely- I'm still going to study at 6," you confirmed.

That night all you did was go over the English book Bakugo's class was reading in the privacy of his dorm. Nothing more, nothing less. However, he did apologize for Mineta.

---

The next month or so followed in a similar footing. Amazing dates filled with heartful talks, even ones that were had to talk about. With him it was easy. Laughing and smiling was easy.

Even the stupid date you were on right now.

"Y'know you should call me by my name."

He had to be joking. You were in the middle of a nice dinner date in his common room, with food he made. "Really? Are seriously trying to get me to call you Dynamight-"

"No idiot-" he huffed looking down at his hands for a second. He was holding his weight on the counter as he stood across from you, leaning into his palms. "I mean Katsuki."

"Oh," you blushed, "Yeah, I guess that'd make sense," you laughed shyly.

His eyes flickered to the common room. Mina, Toru, and Kaminari were all sitting there, obviously spying on you and Bakugo.

"Your cooking is great," you blurted out, wanting his attention instead.

"Hm?" he looked back to you, "Do y'like the spice? I can add more if ya can handle it."

Even after letting you call him by his given name, the conversation stayed easy between you two. Taking steady bites of your meal between talking, trying to ignore the three in the common room.

Throughout the conversation, Bakugo took your empty plate and started washing it. Having you sat on the counter next to him.

"So gentlemen like," you teased as he dried the plate and put it way. He huffed, rolling his eyes when he stood in front of you again.

"Only for you," he spoke confidently, eyes flashing towards the common room before crowding into your space on the counter. Stepping between your spread legs and placing his hands beside your thighs.

You blush at his closeness, straightening your back to gain a few more inches of space, "Bakugo-"

"Katsuki," he corrected.

"Katsuki," you fumbled with his name, "What are you doing?" you whispered.

"What d'ya want me to do?"

Your eyes flashed to the group, embarrassed that you might have an audience. Too embarrassed that you couldn't reply, biting your lip when you looked back at him. Catching his eyes falling to your lips before looking back at your eyes.

He gave you a look and a small nod to see if you were okay, clear with the idea that he wanted to kiss you. When you gave a small nod in reply, he moved his hand up to cradle your cheek. 

Gently pulling you in for a kiss. Connecting your lips with a spark running up your spine. This was your first kiss, and it felt electric. A rush of adrenaline runs through your body at the contact.

When he pulled away you chased the kiss for a moment, letting your eyes slowly flutter open in confusion. His eyes were already on the three in the room over.

"Want to go to your dorm?" you offered, eager to continue kissing him, the thrill was something you think you'd chase for a lifetime.

"It's gettin' late," he glanced at his watch, "I got early training."

You pouted your lip, "Okay, text me?"

"Sure," he patted your thigh and stepped away. Making you blush once more before you hopped off the counter to leave.

---

The relationship between you two continued like that for a while, small kisses in public. All ones you were too shy to start yourself. Even when you wanted to be in the privacy of his dorm, but without his lead you felt blind.

Everyone on campus has seen you together and knows you're dating, but you felt unsure. It felt weird to have everyone think you're dating, but you didn't know entirely. Interviewers have asked him and he just shrugged it off with a smirk. It's never been discussed more, and you had nothing to go off. All that was discussed was a promised date every week and him being around when you tutored Shinso.

All except this time.

"Where's Katsuki?" you asked Shinso once you placed your stuff down.

"Bad interview, he's in his dorm," Shinso shrugged.

"That bad?" you frowned.

Shinso looked at you like you were stupid, "It's Bakugo, it's always bad."

"Hm," you hummed in thought, looking towards the elevator.

"Want to go see your boyfriend?" he rolled his eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend," you shushed.

"Yeah? Tell that to everyone else."

"It just hasn't been brought up between him and I," you confined to him slightly.

"Then ask? I don't know," he sassed.

"Come on Shinso, I'm lost here," you begged, "I've never dated anyone before. I don't know the rules."

"Rules?" Shinso laughed, "There's no 'rules' to dating."

"Help me out," you kicked at his chair.

"Just ask him what you are, he's probably too emotionally constipated to actually ask you out and want you to just know."

"That's embarrassing though."

"Toughen up."

With Shinso's horrible enthusiasm, you were knocking at Katsuki's door before you knew it.

"What?" Katsuki snapped when opening the door, clearly in a bad mood. 

Every emotion was running through your head. Scared? Excited? You name it. It's been three months of this unknown. Dating or not. You wanted to know, you wanted to make the small next steps. Have him as a boyfriend. To meet his mom. Spend more time with him. Call him more often. Kiss him more. All the practiced words wanted to fall right out of your mouth. 

You closed your open mouth, recovering from your thoughts and the aggressive way he opened the door. He was still glaring at you confused. "I- um-"

"Spit it out."

You took a deep breath, licking your lips lightly before letting the word vomit leave your mouth, "I want to know where we stand. Like are we dating? Are you my boyfriend?" you were wringing out your hands and rocking on your heels as you rambled, "Have we been dating? If not, I'd like to. You're such a good guy and just have helped me a lot, and I'd love to actually call you my boyfriend."

Katsuki blinked at you for a moment, his glare gone but the confusion was still painted across his face. 

"Huh?"

You blinked, "I like you Katsuki, and I want an actual relationship. Titles and all, you know?" With his face just scrunching up in more confusion, you gasped, hands covering your mouth, "God! You probably already think it's a relationship, huh? I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to-"

"You like me?" he cut you off.

"I thought that was obvious?" you laughed lightly, embarrassed as you peered up at him.

He shuffles how we was standing, crossing his arms, a confused look gracing his features, "We were just dating to get rid of the fuckin' rumor. I thought y'know?"

Color drained from your face, "Oh!"

Not being able to stand any more of this mortifying experience, you turned on your heels and walked away.

Walking all the way until you were almost out of the Common room.

"You look like you saw a ghost," Shinso stopped you in your tracks.

"Heh," you forced a laugh, eyeing the door with want.

"Go that bad?" Shinso frowned.

"You have no idea.

---

That night was rough. A long shower helped you process everything. All the group outings, all the public displays of affection, not bothering to spend time together unless you were out in public, even if you were in his dorm, everyone knew. It had all been for the press, and it made complete sense. It was all he talked to you deeply about. It's why he thanked you at the beginning of all this.

And yet, despite you being the valedictorian, you were too stupid to realize.

So now you were bawling your eyes out as you hugged your pillow. Feeling so incredibly dumb to think you could pull Kat- Bakugo. The future symbol of strength. You let yourself get so hopeful and wrapped up in the feelings, making yourself blind to the obvious. 

All the small kisses you shared felt like nothing now.

After that night, you picked yourself back up. No longer distracted by him, but more encouraged. You've spent the last three months studying until early in the morning rather than sleeping, all because you didn't want to decline when Bakugo invited you out. So now, you had time. So much of it that you were unsure what to do with it.

Bakugo gave you a week to cool down, not bothering you during your study sessions with Shinso, and not texting you either. You were relieved he was letting this embarrassing moment pass.

You were mad, anyone would be. Bakugo could have told you that it was fake, but no, he let you fall for him. He could of been direct, rather than assume.

"You okay?" Shinso nudged your arm when you were too zoned out on the elevator, fearful that the blonde would appear any moment.

"Hm? Yeah, just preoccupied with my thoughts," you answered automatically, turning your head away from the elevator. It's been a full two weeks, you should be over it by now.

Shinso looked over your shoulder, "Maybe we should leave," he rushed, packing his stuff.

"What? Did you finish already?"

"No, just come on," Shinso grabbed your stuff and packed up too.

"Shinso-"

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the elevator, trying to close the doors quickly. 

Only then did you notice Bakugo standing at the entrance, looking lost as he watched the elevator doors close.

---

Shinso was always a good friend like that, looking out for you. He's kept Bakugo from your view more times than you could count in the past two weeks. Shinso was probably more pissed than you.

You had just hung up on him, turning to sitting down at your desk and plotting down points for an essay you had to submit later this week. Always wanting to stay two steps ahead when possible.

A soft rattle of knocks drew your attention away from your work.

"Come in," you called out, turning off your studying music and taking off your headphones. Spinning your chair to see which classmate was bugging you for help now.

"Hey," Bakugo twisted the door open.

You rolled your eyes, "Close the door, unless you want people to hear."

He slowly shut the door behind him and put his hands in his pockets, "Mindfuck said I should-"

"If Shinso sent you to do anything, I don't want to hear it," you crossed your arms.

"That shithead doesn't dictate what I do-"

"But he could," you pointed out.

"Well he's not. Ain't how his quirk works."

"What do you want Bakugo?" you asked plainly, you didn't want to be dragged along again.

He sighed, "Look, I wanted to apologize. What I did was shitty."

"Very, but I don't care at this point," you covered up your emotions, brushing past every night you've cried these past two weeks, "Yeah, you broke my heart or whatever, but it wasn't intentional. Just- you go your way, I'll go mine."

He tightened his jaw, "If that's what you want."

"It is," you lied through your teeth. Moving your chair again to face your work. Ignoring him.

"You don't have to lie if anyone asks," he spoke awkwardly.

You gave him a quick glance, "I wasn't planning to." 

---

When he left once again, you felt relieved to have that conversation over. Wanting to bury the sad story of your first 'relationship.' 

Sticking to what you knew best, school. You breezed through each test. Earning any extra credit possible and going to any internship possible. Limiting your tutor hours to hours you knew Bakugo was busy.

Your resume was solid, you'd be graduating with an associate's degree and would immediately start work with your parents the second you graduated. All while working towards a master's degree. Not only did you fill up your current time, but you'd be busy after high school as well.

Even now you were often at your parents' office when school was over, getting prepared for your role there. You'd be the youngest boss to work there, and many people were pissed. How could a freshly graduated teenager get paid more than them?

With tons of hard work. All the hard work pays off when you actually graduate as Valedictorian. Having press all in your face when you gave your graduation speech to the class. Talking about the highs and lows. Mentioning the hero course and the courage they faced, even when people thought they weren't made for it. Most of the speech was for Shinso.

The press was crazy afterward, you didn't have a moment to yourself. While you thought the press would be small since UA was high security, you were wrong. They took the funding they could get, and in return, they let people in.

Mainly the hero course was being interviewed, but you got surrounded as well.

"Ma'am! Tell us how you got such a high job position?"

"How much money will you make?"

"I'd love to get your insider opinion on the heroes here?"

"Hard work earns a lot more than just money," you answered the first two questions, "While the Heroes here are outstanding. They'll do the world a lot of good."

"Do you know any of them personally?"

"A few in Class A," you smiled in reply. You needed press and this was a great way to get your name out.

"So are you still dating Dynamight?"

The question shocked you for a moment, you thought all that dropped when you and him argued. You guess they just thought you were distant because of work. Your eyes widened, immediately looking away from the interviewer so you could compose an answer.

Unforantly, Bakugo was getting interviewed right beside you. Making eye contact with you while the press hounded him. Flying through different questions about his relationship status.

"Ma'am?"

"Um," you stuttered, unsure what to do.

 Every press training you've gone through left your mind. Bakugo's helpless face replaced it instead. He hated the press, he hated dealing with an audience. But he hated it even more when it wasn't about his work. Hating when people asked personal things or assumed things because of his looks. 

"Excuse me, I need to go save my boyfriend."

You walked away quickly, faking your confidence in your walk as you made your way to him. Regretting your decision already but it's too late to go back now.

"Is this your girlfriend?" the press immediately switched to ask when you showed up to his side.

"No-"

"Yes," you grabbed his arm, giving him a glare, "Now, we have to go spend time with out families. Please excuse us." You smiled at the interviews, tugging Katsuki away from the mess of it all. "How do you fall for such a trap?" you yelled at him in a hushed tone, looking around to make sure no one was near.

"Huh?"

You spun to face him when you finally found some space. "When they start going down that path you switch the topic, not blank, and get angry."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not miss fuckin' perfect," you hissed at you, crossing his arms.

"You had media training!" you threw your hands up helplessly.

"Whatever, are you just going to yell at me?"

You bit your tongue before you yelled again, looking around instead. "Now we have to deal with the press thinking we're dating."

"I'll just tell them no-"

"That's stupid, I just blatantly told them we were," you huffed, "We'll just sit and wait for it to go away."

"That'll take forever-"

His mom stepped into your view.

"Why are you hiding?"

"I'm not," Bakugo crossed his arms, "Mind y'business."

"Are you his girlfriend I've been hearing about?" her sharp eyes landed on you.

"No-"

"Yeah," Bakugo glared at you this time instead.

"Oh!" She smiled brightly, ignoring how you said no, "You should join us for dinner!"

"Oh, no I shouldn't intrude," you shook your head, not knowing what you would do if you said yes.

"It's not intruding! Please, my boy hardly has anyone. I'd love to get to know the girl that stole his heart," she smiled warmly.

"Ma' she has family-"

"They're actually busy tonight, so I'd be free," you shrugged, liking seeing Bakugo get antsy. 

"Great!"

---

"I'd love to know how you guys got together," Mitsuki asked as you handed you a dish to plat your food.

You and Bakugo shared a look.

"I asked her out," he shrugged.

"More than that," she hissed in his direction.

"Well," you looked between the two, not wanting to witness a family argument, "We met from me tutoring someone in his class. Started to get to know each other in passing and he asked me on a date. Not too exciting," you replied instead as you dished up.

Mitsuki shook her head, "Boring as ever, I thought his father would raise him to be more romantic."

"Where is dad anyway?" Bakugo spoke just after swallowing an inhuman-sized bite of food.

"Work needed him, he after you saw him earlier," she spoke to Bakugo before turning to you, "He'd love to meet you."

"Thank you for inviting me," you flushed.

"So, back to terms of your relationship," she started, gaining a groan from Bakugo, "I know he isn't too roped up in relationships often, the last girl he was with was in middle school! Are you the same? I know I wasn't at your age," she laughed kindly.

"Actual this is my first relationship," you poked at your food.

"The hell-"

"Watch your mouth!"

Bakugo turned to you fully, "You didn't tell me that."

You shrugged, "Never came up."

"Was I your first-"

"Kiss?" you finished for him, "Yeah."

Bakugo just stared a you for a moment, huffing before rubbing his hands over his face. Slamming his hands on the table and making his exit. Leaving you with his mom.

"He didn't know?"

You forced your eyes away from where he left, "No, we never really discussed it."

"Maybe it's time to?" She offered. A mom classic.

"I don't know," you looked down at your plate.

"He's a handful, I know, but just give him a shot."

With the way she was acting and the read on her personality, you got so far, you knew she'd slap him upside the head if she knew everything.

But maybe it wouldn't hurt to get everything out.

"I guess."

"He's room is upstairs to the right, first door."

You gave her a smile before excusing yourself.

Knocking at his door before you knew it. Just like the night.

"Fuck off."

"Bakugo," you opened the door regardless, he was holding his head in his hands, elbows on his knees as he sat on the side of his bed.

He looked up at you, "What?"

"Sorry I didn't tell you," you said honestly. You didn't fell bad about it before, mainly wrapped up in how he never told you anything.

"No- fuck, don't apologize," he stood up, "don't need to do that for me. I'm fucking sorry. I didn't know, you didn't deserve that."

You hummed for him to continue.

"I'd never of asked if I knew."

"Why did you ask me?" the question has been nagging at you since.

"Hah?"

"To fake date you, get the rumors to go away."

"You seemed least likely to snitch or freak out over it," with the way his shoulders fell, you could tell that he was saying the truth, "Your clean image also helped."

It made sense. The 'bad boy' dating the valedictorian to help graduate. So not only did you fall for the classic cliche of fake dating, but also dating the bad boy.

"You also caught my eye," he confessed, shifting his footing.

"Sure," you rolled your eyes. He likely didn't want you to call everything off. Flatter you so you stuck around for his image. You've seen it all before.

"I'm not fuckin' around."

"I don't want to hear it," you stopped him there, "I'm not falling for whatever trap you have planned."

"I didn't mean to trap you-"

"You could have told me that it was for the rumors, and I would have agreed. But no, you assumed I knew or something."

"Sorry."

"Are you?" you shot back, "Or is that to make sure I don't start 'rumors.'"

"Seriously books," he glared at you.

"What?" you glared at him, "You go from being upset that you were my first kiss, to saying I caught your eye anyway? If that was actually true you could have asked me out for real."

"Then go out with me-"

"Seriously Bakugo?" you looked at him annoyed, "How would I know now? I don't know you."

"Yes you do-"

"No I don't! I know you hate the press and that's it," you huff frustrated.

He thought for a moment, "You know I like spicy foods."

You laughed at how ridiculously this was, "Doesn't matter."

"I hate how I fuckin' sweat so much. I like working out, anything to get my adrenalin running-"

"Bakugo, whatever you're doing isn't going to work," you shook your head, "I can't let myself go into this again.

"Why not? I'm not in this for anything but you."

"There's still rumors," you sighed, "So I'll never be sure if it's for me or not."

"I wouldn't fucking do that."

"I don't know you Bakugo," you crossed your arms.

"This is fuckin stupid, I try and do what you said and you say no."

"I said I would agree then, not now. I can't just say yes to dating you when last time you rejected me."

"I didn't reject you."

"You just stood there! You didn't do anything but look at me confused! Never even brought it up after," you pointed out.

"You just sprung that on me, you can't spring shit on me and expect me to know how to react!"

You took a deep breath, "I didn't expect anything really, Just thought you'd say anything but what you did."

He glared at you, "You can't just force people to like you."

You looked to glare at the wall instead of him, "That's not what I meant and you know that. I wanted you to like me back sure, but I wasn't going to flip if you said no. The only reason I avoided you was because I was dating you the entire time you were fake dating me."

"So?"

"It's embarrassing," you confessed, "I don't want to do that again."

"Let me prove it to you."

"What?"

He stepped close to you, crossing through his surprisingly clean room, "I'll prove that this time isn't fake."

"How?" you laughed, "I don't think you can fix this."

"Lemme try."

"Fine," you challenge, out of curiosity. You couldn't get more hurt than you already were. Plus you'd be too busy for him to try anyway.

---

Part 2

Thank you guys for the love!! <3

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[queenpiranhadon]

what are your thoughts on katsuki's reaction when he finds out his partner has the same spice tolerance as him...

A/N: Oh, anon don't worry I have MORE than just thoughts... I actually love this prompt so I'm gonna write it a little differently than usual :) Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Cursing, reader likes spicy food, second or third year-ish, fluff, pre-established relationship, standard partner nicknames are used - dummy, babe, baby, etc, reader is gn but is written with f!reader in mind, double dates but it's just silly goofy

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Mina Ashido x Ejiro Kirishima

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So from your wording, Bakugou finds out about your spice preferences at some point during your relationship, instead of before, which I don't think is as plausible because of his insane perception skills (he probably knows more about you than even you do before you guys even start dating- my man is a closeted nerd and you can't convince me otherwise). But if he did find out while you two were dating, the outcome would be hilarious.

Let's say you're in the UA dorms, whether you're in the hero course on not, you're just chilling in the kitchen waiting for your boyfriend to meet you downstairs. Class 1-A loves you a ton, and even though they tease you and Bakugou a lot, you both end up having a lot of Netflix and chill dates in the common room since the TV there has a shit ton of streaming services.

You put down your phone, sighing, and decide to be a little more productive instead- making your way to the common room to pick out a movie. It was tradition, between you, Katsuki, Kirishima and Mina to watch movies together every now and then as a double date- something Katsuki was adverse to but you knew he secretly enjoyed the chaos that ensued whenever the four of you were together- also realizing that if they weren't in his line of sight, they'd probably end up blowing up the dorms by accident anyways. He'd only said this once though, face turning bright red as you teasingly called him a mother hen.

Mina and Kirishima had started dating a few months ago (you and Katsuki had celebrated your 1 year anniversary two weeks prior to it ) and being the friend group you were, who could pass up an opportunity?. Kirishima and Katsuki very best friends, as were you and Mina, so it was a no-brainer that the four of you would have regular get togethers like this in the first place. You thought it was nice, seeing Katsuki interact with his friends as he relaxed, even if only a little, around his close friends.

You settle yourself down in the plush couch across from the TV screen, and feel the cushions dip as a new weight is added, seeing Mina Ashido plopping down next to you.

"Movie night!" she cheers, and she nudges you with her shoulder. "Some day we gotta ditch the boys and get through a movie marathon together- I swear Eji has the worst taste in movies, if I have to watch another Star Wa-"

"Hey! My taste isn't that bad!" Kirishima whines, coming up behind the both of you with Katsuki in tow. "Plus you keep asking to watch those K-dramas that get your mascara running."

Mina raises an eyebrow. "Eji, you cry more than I do during those."

Katsuki sighs and raises his hand in an attempt for peace. "Oi, shut yer mouths and go grab the pillows and blankets. Y/N and I will order food and pick out the movie."

Mina groans but relents, looking at you pleadingly. "Please chose a good movie - no ‘to be continued’s PLEASE"."

You snort, remembering how one time Kirishima had chosen Captain America: The Winter Soldier, which prompted the four of you to binge the entire MCU on a day without classes.

Scrolling through movies, you decide to choose a classic- the Matrix, something action packed enough to keep Kirishima (and Katsuki's) attention, and something with enough romance to keep Mina hooked.

As you navigate through the countless streaming services, Katsuki's voice pops up behind you.

"Oi, babe what do ya want to eat? Got some rolls dipped in wasabi for myself...I already know Shitty Hair's gonna ask for some chicken wings- an I got some tacos for Pinky cause I know she was whinin about cravin Mexican food earlier..."" He trails off, embarrassed when you grin knowingly in his direction.

You decide to be merciful though, shrugging and returning back to the TV. "I know very well that you're going to order from three different places just so all of us get what we want so I'll just share with you." you smile, and Bakugou's heart thumps softly from your thoughtfulness.

"Tch- whatever dummy. What do ya want in them- I know my rolls are pretty fuckin spicy - avocado, shrimp, cr-" He asks, but you cut his off with a bewildered look.

"What? Why wouldn't I get it with wasabi??" You ask dumbfounded. "That's like 85% of the flavor - plus it's kinda boring without it." you say, and your boyfriend's jaw drops open- as if you'd told him you were pregnant of something.

"Marry me."

You want to burst out in giggles, but stop when you see the deadass look on his face.

"Kats-"

"Jesus Christ baby, of all the shit ya hide from me, ya hide the most important one?!" He asks incredulously and that's when you start laughing.

"If ya told me this shit sooner I would've asked yer ass out the moment I met ya."

[bwobgames]

“It's Firefox! Say Hello Firefox!”

Firefox remains loafed

“Hello there little criminal, what evil deeds are you planning today, huh?”

“Don't say that. He's a good citizen, right Ángel?”

“He knows what he did.”

“I thought kitties hated travelling, but he looks pretty cozy in there”

“Ah, he's used to it. When I first adopted him, I felt too bad leaving a little kitten alone while going for a case so…”

“I took him with me!”

“What”

“Ooh I could take my ham-ham in adventures!”

“You took a kitten to your cases?!”

“Not the dangerous ones! I wouldn't put a baby in the middle of a drug bust!”

“Although…”

“Let's stop that train of thought and let's focus on the real train, yeah?”

“Here, I'll give him the sippies. You gave him his sleepy food, right?”

“Yeah, he should be sleeping like a baby the whole ride”

Although… Oliver might've gotten a bit scared over the warnings in the back and miiight have lowered the dose a good bit.

But Mozilla is a good boy! He might wake up a bit earlier, but he’ll behave! For the most part.

How could a little face like that commit crimes? They are judging him for his orangeness. 

Also. They’ll have no proof. He’ll make sure of it.

“We're going back home, buddy! Dad was so mean by not bringing your stroller, right? So so so mean!”

“I am not his father. We are soul bounded creatures”

“And yet, you didn't bring his stroller”

“I'm not going to walk him in this heat!”

“He wanted to, though. I saw his longing looks. He craves adventure, you raised him this way”

“You influenced him to do crime”

“Not to interrupt your parenting discussion, but the others arrived”

And as the prophecy foretold, there they arrived. In all their high-class elegance.

Thankfully, Ángel has been supplying him with quality clothing, so he doesn't feel like he sticks out. Too much. 

“Mari! Nina! It's been too long! Online game nights are just not the same! Have you been okay? Sick?”

“We’ve been alright! Not a single germ got pass Mari!”

“Which also means this is our first real trip in so long. I’m ready to do nothing but sit down and drink everything this thing has to offer”

“Speaking of, how’s my baby. My darling. My sweet child”

“Your company is fine. It aged me 10 years to untangle the strange contracts between you and your father, but it’s better now”

“Ah, that old man. Haunting us from beyond the grave, not surprised”

“I think most of it was yours…”

“How has university life been treating you, Nina?”

“Oh, It’s great! They actually keep quiet during class and don’t throw paint everywhere! They even wash their hands!”

“Wow, the wonders of early adulthood. I’m guessing you haven’t got any lice now?”

“None at all!”

Nina’s ring shines in her finger. For someone who’s not the one who got married, he gets happy seeing it.

It’s… hopeful. In what way he’s not sure.

“You.”

“Hewwo. It’s been a while”

“Why did it take you so long to confirm you were coming? I almost gave away your ticket!”

“Sorryyy I had things to sort through! I’m a busy girlie”

“You are a menace”

“Don’t be mean to her! She has a demanding job”

“Stinky”

“No!”

“Stinky bastard girl”

“No!!!”

“I’ve been waiting. For so long. To continue the campaign. Amaia’s arc is more important than your job”

“Hey!”

“You raise a good point”

Good to know they’re having fun.

<-PREV START NEXT ->

[day-azevir]

My friends, I present to you the ENTIRE Slabtek Hockey au outline; Frostwalker

> Etho moves down south and far away from his hometown. The combination of the D-1 admission and the severity of his injury made him very recognizable and highly pitied among the people he interacted with. And after about a year, he just got sick of it

> While working at his new job (local arboretum), Etho overhears his coworkers, Bdubs and Gem, talking about hockey practice later that evening. Part of him wants to check it out - he still loves the sport - but the fear of injury that comes with being back on the ice changes his mind

> After doing some digging out of curiosity, Etho finds out that the hockey that's played in town is somewhere between C and D league beer hockey. Even if he doesn't play, it can't hurt to watch, right? Especially since Etho doesn't feel like paying for sports streaming to watch from the safety of his apartment

> Xisuma notices but doesnt recognize Etho from around town, so they tell him when the team does practice in case he wants to show up. Etho says he's been thinking about playing but is worried about potential injuries (avoids talking about his, kinda beating around the bush of hockey horror stories as an excuse. Luckily for him, Xisuma is a bit oblivious). X offers to let him watch the practices so Etho can gauge whether or not he wants join later, to which Etho accepts

> Tango takes notice of Etho now coming into their practices. He saw him once or twice on competition days, but never paid him much mind until now. After chatting a bit with his team, Tango decides to try and talk to him and figure out what Ethos deal is. Upon getting a closer look, OhHesKindaCute.jpeg and invites Etho to join them next practice. Etho gives the same excuse he gave X and Tango lightly flirts before realizing and flees with extra flee in hopes Etho won’t realize

> This goes on for a while, with Etho just watching and Tango trying on and off to get him on the ice. He's persistent, but not aggressive about it - offers to buy Etho starting equipment, telling him about classes to learn how to skate, emphasizing that their team is low contact so there's less chance of injury, etc. Also around this point, at work Gem and Bdubs notice Etho always bringing in the same sandwich for lunch (this will be important for later)

> Etho is not fond of the attention, but Tango's insistence does end up working. Etho ends up telling X what happened and how he wants back on the ice but is scared of other players. The two end up making a deal that allows Etho to come in during the mornings on his days off and work on empty ice before anyone else arrives

> One evening, while walking to the rink (Etho doesn’t have an american license), Tango spots him while riding on his motorcycle and drives him the rest of the way there. Skizz calls while they are talking and Tango says he and Etho just arrived at the rink. When Skizz asks who, Tango says ‘the cute one that watches us practice’. Etho notices, Tango doesn’t. When Tango says he has to go get Skizz, Etho says ‘you think i'm cute?’ causing Tango to once again flee with extra flee

> Tango ends up with a few days off work after a water pipe busted at Papa K’s and takes up the opportunity to teach the kids class while Joe’s out sick so he’s not out of a paycheck. (Keralis does give him and the others pto for this, that's just what he tells Xisuma to let him agree to it). When he gets there a bit early to prepare, Tango sees Etho practicing on the ice and realizes that he is, in fact, actually very good on the ice and has a lot more experience than he was letting on. 

> Tango thinks ‘well, team warmup is as good as any :D’ and joins Etho on the ice for drills. This catches Etho off guard (half because he didn’t see Tango come in), but he reluctantly agrees to share the ice. For interrupting his solo practice session, Tango offers to buy Etho lunch. They chat in the process, dancing around the subject of Ethos hockey skills and instead talk about their plans for the day, catching up on the week, and what drills they want to practice. This goes on until a bit before class starts

> Joe told Tango that the kids were working on moving away from the wall and trying to glide. Because of that, Tango gives a small speech about falling, getting up, and trying again, about how the kids shouldn’t be scared to ask for help, and how everyone on the ice is a team that supports each other. Meanwhile Etho, who’s in the bowl waiting for the class to be done so they can get lunch, OhMoment.jpeg. 

> During class, a kid falls and scrapes their hands. Etho, who's done bandages for that before, decides to help patch the kid up so Tango can keep an eye on the others in case someone else gets hurt. When he gets done, the kid hesitates to get back on the ice because they’re scared of falling again. Etho reminds them of what Tango said and tells the kid if they really like skating, they shouldn't let one fall determine their future (hypocrite Etho moment). The kid agrees, but asks Etho for help getting back on the ice and getting their footing again. Etho obliges, and upon passing the kid off to Tango has a second, more intense, OhMoment.jpeg about the person in front of him

> During lunch, Tango tries to bring up Ethos skills and learn his history with hockey, to which Etho masterfully deflects by ‘not paying attention’ and bringing up his fuck-ass sandwich that he eats everyday. This actually works because Tango is so flabbergasted about the sandwich that he completely forgets to ask again, and instead they talk about foods they like and how Tango is actually a cook during his day job (and how Etho should totally come to Papa K’s at some point not for any reason in particular and definitely not because Tango wants to see him more often, that would be absurd)

> Etho continues his solo hockey practice, but realizes that he actually had a lot of fun when he and Tango were drilling together. He had been enjoying the empty ice but now it feels kind of lonely with just him. Etho tries to not think about it

> A few times at work, Bdubs and Gem invited Etho to join them for lunch, but he had always declined because he would bring his own. However this time, he accidentally slept through his alarm and was almost late to work, so he didn't have time to pack it. When he tells them that, the two happily bring him along to their favorite lunch spot, Papa K’s

> When the order gets to the back, Tango recognizes Gem and Bdubs usual orders, but gets curious when there's a third order that isn't usually there and finds out its Etho. Remembering the conversation they had about Etho missing his daily sandwich, Tango makes that for him instead (behind Skizz and Keralis’ back because he is absolutely not supposed to do special orders). It’s a different meat, and a little too much pepper, but Etho does nearly cry happy tears at the prospect of it

> Tango, now seeing that Etho is starting to get comfortable back on the ice again, devises a plan to try and get him comfortable around the others on the team. He knows that Etho is good with Gem and Bdubs, so Tango invites him to join Impulse, Skizz, and himself for board game night over at their place. Etho accepts, then quietly ponders as to why - does he really want to spend hours with two strangers? He guesses so long as Tango is there it should be fine. He then ponders as to why Tango's presence makes any difference at all. Etho tries to not think about it

>TIES game night is going pretty well. Etho finds out that Imp and Skizz are married, which does bring up the subject of relationships. Tango complains about how hard it is to find a partner in town, considering its size and especially his type (men). When they ask Etho about his relationships, he reveals he’d never actually been in one before, and so he hadn’t really thought about it. Etho says he guesses gender doesn't matter so long as they’re a good partner. (Demiromantic Etho real and true). Tango gets his hopes up, but tries not to. Impulse and Skizz notice and share a knowing glance. Etho is too lost in his own epiphany to realize any of this

> At some point during game night, Tango’s prosthetic starts to bother him as he’d worn it all day and worked in it as well. Tango opts to just take it off for the time being, and Impulse berates him for not taking care of his residual limb (there is some obvious chafing. Tango blames it on the constant washing from the kitchen and the cold of the ice). This is the first time Etho is made aware of Tango’s hand (or lack thereof) as he always wore gloves and used his left hand for most motions. In retrospect, it made sense, like how sparingly Tango used his right hand when the two got lunch together, but it just didn’t occur to Etho that there was an actual reason as to why

> Etho asks Tango about how he lost his hand, and Tango explains how he had gotten into a motorcycle accident on the highway. The driver slammed into the back of the bike and sent both it and Tango across the pavement, where the bike practically landed on him. As the motor was still running, his hand got caught in some of the moving parts and was mangled. Impulse ends up finishing the story, as Tango couldn’t remember some of the final details and Impulse was his emergency contact. When Etho asks why Tango still drives a motorcycle after the accident, Tango laughs. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Well, I mean, you lost your hand. Aren’t you worried it might happen again? Or something worse?” 

“If I worried about everything that hurt me, I’d never get anything done! Besides, I like riding motorcycles; the feeling of the wind, the hum of the motor, all of it. It makes me feel free. I’m not gonna let one little accident keep me from that.”

> Tango tells Gem and Bdubs of his master plan, and so they also start working on Etho to the other players (and even some of the skaters). He notably talks to Joel, False, Cleo, Beef, Doc, and Scar. Xisuma also enlists Ethos help in seeing what the players need to work on as they can only focus on so many people at a time, and two sets of eyes can catch more than one. This leads to Etho chatting with some of the other players when giving tips (after being approved by X first, of course)

> More and more of the players greet Etho whenever they see him around the ice, and Etho does start to feel more welcomed in the rink (not that he wasn’t previously, but it helps when people get to know you a bit). However, this does allow more people to see how he and Tango act around each other, which leads to Gem, Impulse, Skizz, and Joel to pressure Tango into asking Etho out. Of course, Tango can’t just ask him out, that's absurd! No, no. Tango instead asks Etho if he would like to join him for dinner at a restaurant they've never eaten at before. It’s just weird eating by oneself in public, and Tango would pay for the meal and everything, and it’s totally fine if not but he just thought he’d offer just and case :] . Etho very casually accepts and they two arrange a time to meet. Once they get to their respective homes, both end up like this for the next half hour -> o///////o

> The night of the totally-definitely-not-a-date comes around. Tango shows up to Etho’s apartment dressed slightly nicer than usual, but hidden beneath his jacket (biker safety first). Etho is also lightly dressed up and, while not visible, did put on an eye patch and worked to hide his scar (more so than usual). Both have a minor ‘oh wow’ moment before complimenting each other and heading out

> The two start chatting and Etho makes a joke about how oblivious he can be at times (ex. Tango's hand), so Tango suggests they play 20 questions to get to know each other, Etho going first. They talk about their families, where they're from, pets they've had, etc. Eventually, Etho asks if Tango had broken any bones before (yes), which led to him asking Etho what his worst injury was. Etho asks if skipping is an option, but does end up saying that whatever it was is the reason he keeps himself covered up, even in the heat (referencing when Tango saw him walking down the road in full coat and mask). Aside from that, Etho choses to not go into more detail and Tango decides to let it be. They decide to venture back into more lighthearted questions - funniest story, weirdest talent, etc - to help bring the mood back up before finishing dinner. Upon seeing the bill, Tango makes a joke about taking Etho to a Wendy’s next time instead. Despite knowing it's just a joke, Etho finds himself excited at the idea of spending time with just Tango. He then tries really hard to not think about it

> Unfortunately for Etho, he just can not stop thinking about it. When Etho first moved down here, he really hadn’t known anybody outside of work. And while Gem and Bdubs were great - they really were! Friendly and kind and all around good people - there was just something different about Tango. He was smart and fearless and funny and so passionate about everything. Etho had learned quite a bit about him over lunch and dinner, as well as the times they’d talked at the rink, but he still wanted more. He wanted to learn what Tango thought about life, how he navigates the days and years, what he loves, and what he hates. But what Etho really wanted to learn was what Tango thought about him. Did Tango like him? Love him? Was he just being nice or was there something there? Does he enjoy their time together? What are they? Are they even anything or is Etho just extrapolating something that isn't there? He didn’t dare admit to losing sleep over it

> Things continue as they were for a bit; Etho basically being Xisuams assistant and helping the players on the ice, as well as finally meeting the rest of the hermit ensemble

> During one practice match, Tango trips and False isn’t able to slow down in time, causing her to run over his prosthetic fingers. This doesn't cause any damage except for a scratch across the top, but the situation does leave Tango a bit shaken up. Etho immediately rushes over to the box to check on him, and while Tango insists he’s fine, Etho can tell he’s not by how Tango stutters and curls in on himself. Etho assures Tango it’s okay to be frazzled by it because what just happened was scary, and he understands that. Tango mutters something about limb loss and phantom pains, to which Etho says he knows. He knows better than most. Tango takes a quick glance over Etho before landing on the bit of scar sticking out from under his hair - something he hadn’t seen before because they’d never been this close. He chooses not to say anything, but does take note. After calming down for a while, Tango gets back on the ice to finish practice

> On the next competition day, Hypno and Keralis place a bet on which half of the team will win the match; If Keralis wins, Hypno has to buy the whole team rounds based on how many goals they scored, and vice versa if Hypno wins. Keralis ends up losing as Hypnos team ends up with four goals total - he’s bothered more by his team losing than the amount of money he's about to spend and makes sure they know it (/lh). Xisuma, without their knowledge, is chosen to be one of the designated drivers

> Two things are noticed once the gang reaches the bar: 1) Tango is a lightweight, and 2) Etho is a giggly drunk. Everyones having a good time, with Etho and Tango sitting next to each other up at the bar. They drink and chat and are maybe a bit oblivious to the hermits' comments about two lovebirds (surely they're talking about Imp and Skizz? Or maybe even xB and Hypno? It doesn't really matter).

> At one point, Tango gets up to go to the bathroom, and some rando comes up and takes his seat. Of course, this makes Etho uncomfortable because he does not know this guy and quiets down - rando reads this as a girl playing hard-to-get and starts flirting, which does not help the situation at all. When Tango gets back and sees what's happening, he immediately puts himself between Etho and the guy and ignores the guy's protests. Etho responds to Tango and the guy, realising Etho is not in fact a woman and just an effeminate guy, gets pissed off and starts trying to get in his face. Tango immediately whips around and retorts, getting the other hermits' attention. Now surrounded by three people who can clearly beat him in a fight (Doc, Cleo, and Beef), the guy backs off and Tango takes his seat back. Tango and Etho cling to each other for the rest of their time there

> When the designated drivers start rounding everyone up for the night, Xisuma realises that only two people know where Etho lives; Etho himself and Tango. Unfortunately for them, Etho was too drunk to remember his address and Tango was too drunk to give any coherent directions (“take a left after the skadoodle then keep goin till the blurg then a right at the skittle-bop” “...Tango what the fuck are you even saying to me?”). After double and triple checking with Etho, they decide to leave him with Tango at his house as the two are latched on to each other like sloths and Tango could bring Etho back to his apartment in the morning

> Upon entering the house, the two are immediately bombarded with affection from Tango's dog, Torchy, which Tango melts into and Etho has a heart attack over. After taking some time to assure Etho that his dog is not dangerous, and is just excited to see people, the two sit down and start eating (Xisuma bought them food on their way home). Of course a copious amount of alcohol + sudden adrenaline spike + greasy food = Etho hunched over the toilet spitting his guts out while Tango holds his hair out of the way. Once his stomach settles, the two migrate to the couch and place a trash can nearby. While Tango works Ethos braids into a bun (in case he gets sick again while Tango’s asleep), the following conversations occurs:

“I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I think I'm in love with you”

“That's okay… I think I'm in love with you, too”

> In the morning, Etho wakes up to a pounding headache, a sore eye, a dog pinning his legs, and Tango still passed out on his shoulder. Considering how much everything hurts, he opts to just lay there until Tango eventually wakes up and starts moving. After getting up and letting Torchy out, Tango notices Etho is a bit strained and offers him some pain killers, to which Etho gladly accepts. As the two start to eat brunch, Tango realizes that it seems to be Etho’s eye that’s bothering him more than the hangover. The secrets out, the scar is visible, and Tango decides it might as well happen now - he asks Etho what happened to his eye

> Etho explains how about a year before he moved into this town, he had actually been chosen for Division 1 in the NCAA. He and his team had been working through the championship, and even made it to the Regional finals before everything happened. Etho goes on to say that when it comes to those games, it's not a question of if, but when a fight breaks out on the ice. During the final, one of his teammates got cross-checked, and so Etho tore the guy off and ended up in a fight. In the end, his helmet got knocked off and the guy took the opportunity to strike Etho in the face. With his skate. His skate that had been recently sharpened. It didn't get any easier after, either. On top of not being able to see and being suddenly so far removed from everything he had known, everyone started treating him so differently. It’s hard to return to normal and act like everythings fine when people treat you like a wounded animal. So he moved away. Where nobody knew him and maybe people would finally start to look at him like a person again

> The two sit in silence for a bit; Tango processing what Etho said and Etho desperately trying to gauge his reaction. Tango apologizes for taking so long to answer before agreeing; noting how for a while after his hand was amputated it felt like there was some invisible wall between himself and the world, how no matter what he tried nothing felt the same, and how, even now, it still feels like the wall comes and goes at random. But it does go away, for some time at least. And the longer that it's been, the less and less it feels like there's a disconnect between himself and others. It gets easier - not in the sense that it goes back to what it was, but in the sense that you grow around it. Then one day you notice that it doesn't really bother you anymore. Everyone has their moments - sometimes Tango wakes up grieving something he hasn't had in years - but it does get easier

> Etho admits that he wants to play hockey again, he really does, but he's just so scared of what could happen. He wishes he could be brave like Tango; to grow and change and do what he loves despite everything, but he feels stuck. Like maybe the invisible wall Tango was talking about is just a little too thick for him to get through. Tango reaches over and takes his hand, “Then let me help you.”

> At the next practice, Xisuma digs around for an extra jersey while Hypno places an order for a new one with the number 16. Ethos hands shake a bit as he straps on his elbow pads, but it's a mix between nerves and excitement, and Tango is quick to reassure him with a small kiss and words of encouragement. The others are already on the rink waiting for them, and when X blows the whistle to announce the start of practice, Etho gets on the ice with his team

[venusbyline]

Jacaerys Velaryon — Under the Mistletoe

— summary: When you decided to spend the Christmas Break at your best friend Helaena's house, you did not expect her half-sister's family to be there too. Meeting your ex-boyfriend after the messy breakup was something you did not want for the holidays. At least that was what you thought before looking at him again.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x ex-girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, dark, modern AU

— word count: 2.0k

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, ex-boyfriend!Jacaerys, dubcon, modern AU, Christmas smut, rough sex, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, semi-public sex, kitchen sex, degradation, finger sucking, cum eating, cum licking, dry humping, rough kiss, past infidelity, referenced cheating, argument, possessive behaviour, past relationship, toxic relationship, college students, Targtowers mentioned, Lucerys Velaryon mentioned, Rhaenyra Targaryen mentioned, curse words, ambiguous/open ending, implied Lucerys Velaryon/reader, toxic!Jacaerys, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Jace was the most voted in the poll I did asking about this modern AU one-shot for Christmas <3 <3 I hope you guys like it and enjoy the holidays.

— author's notes²: The mention about Lucerys Velaryon/reader is really just a mention. But anyway, he's already 18 years old in this one-shot. Also, I'm considering writing fics about Lucerys. It's hard for me to find fics about him and he's really a character that I love very much. So if you want read these next stories, don't forget to tell me. <3 <3

— crossposting: AO3

When your best friend Helaena invited you to spend Christmas Eve at her house, you thought it might be a good idea. You loved her family, despite everything. Alicent, her widowed mom, always treated you like you were her second daughter. Aemond, Helena's younger brother, was so introverted and quiet that he never ended up causing any problems between the two of you. Daeron, the youngest, was sweet to you and loved telling you about how his high school was going.

The bad thing usually was Aegon, Alicent's firstborn, who always drank before and during the celebration and end up causing some intrigue in the family. However, Helaena had assured you that this time Aegon was traveling to another corner of the world and would not be in England for a few weeks. She said his big brother was enjoying Copacabana beach with his friends in Rio de Janeiro, taking advantage of the fact that summer days had started in Brazil, unlike winter in London, and you would only need to catch a glimpse of him on the college campus when classes start again.

The only problem about that night was the sudden presence of Jacaerys Velaryon during Christmas dinner. Eldest son of Rhaenyra, Helaena's half-sister. Your ex-boyfriend.

"Where are you gonna spend the Christmas Break?" Jacaerys murmured without much enthusiasm while you were alone in the kitchen, finishing baking a pie with lemon cream, cornstarch biscuits and meringue.

You turned to face him across the room, the dark red turtleneck he wore matching perfectly with the black jeans and leather jacket of the same color. And especially with that dark, long wavy hair. You sighed, looking away and focusing on the oven again, despite answering him with another question. "Why you wanna know?"

You hoped that Jacaerys would understand your attempts to divert the topic so you could just ignore his existence, even though you knew he did not give up on anything very often, his little side smile proving your point. "Whoa... Don't be so rude, sweetheart. I'm trying to be polite."

"Well, I don't give a shit about your fake polite manner. I shouldn't even be talking to you more than necessary, actually." You murmured in a low but firm voice, standing up and putting the red gloves back on so you could turn off the oven and remove the pan from inside, the hot steam from the pie floating throughout the kitchen and collaborating along with the heater on the wall to warm up the natural cold of winter.

Jacaerys took a few steps, moving closer so he could look at the dessert as you placed it on the table. Even without saying anything, it was impossible not to notice his curious face, seeming surprised by how the pie looked good. However, he cleared his throat and teased you again.

"Aren't you mad that Helaena didn't tell you that my family was going to spend the holiday at her mom's house?"

His invasive question made you roll your eyes, taking the gloves off your hands and putting them back in place, moving around the kitchen to look for a lemon in the fridge and a grater in one of the cabinet drawers. With the object and the citrus fruit in hand, you returned to the table so you could start scraping the peel, small and thin yellow pieces decorating the top of the dessert now.

"Maybe. I wouldn't have come if she warned me."

Jacaerys lose focus on watching the finishing of the pie after your bluntness words, letting out a giggle. "Goddamnit, pretty girl. Still so freaky mad at me?"

You stopped decorating the candy, your hands clenching around the grater handle. "And that surprise you? That I'm still mad about you kissing that stupid bitch during your college friends' Halloween party?"

Jacaerys hummed at your aggressive sarcasm, the smirk playing on his lips while he leaned on the table next to you. "Not really. But I'm impressed that you admitted something like that to me."

When he leaned his face closer to yours, you let out the breath you had been holding since he placed his large, firm fingers on the marble. The woody fragrance of the Jacaerys' fancy cologne made you sigh slightly, your mind filling with memories when you felt that smell very often, especially lying on the bed with him.

You struggled to put the grater and the rest of the lemon on the table and Jacaerys took advantage of the fact that you had not moved away. You could have done it. You should have done that. You had promised to yourself that you would not fall for another Jacaerys Velaryon's stupid apology again. Not after what he did. Not after he kissed another girl at the same party you were at, just to piss you off over a silly argument.

"Stop overthinking, sweetheart. You're so gorgeous when you just understand that you belong to me." Jace teased, using the height difference to his own advantage, his tall body practically covering yours as he moved behind you, his face in your neck and smelling the perfume. "Fuck, pretty girl... You have no idea how much I missed you and your body."

You did not even say anything when he reached up to the medium-sized velvet red dress you were wearing, pushing the fabric with an almost irritating calm and moving his hand to the waistband of your pantyhose. As soon as he lowered it enough and ran his fingers through the lace of your panties, you finally let out a sigh. "We shouldn't be doing this, Jace."

Jace did not bother to answer at first, kissing the back of your neck and playing with your folds covered by your panties, eliciting a few weak whimpers from you until you repeated. "Jace, I said we shouldn't be doing this."

The boy snorted, the small warm gust of air near your face causing you to shiver, his large hand going to your chin and pulling it without much affection to his side, your eyes meeting now. "What shouldn't we be doing, sweetheart? Finally fucking a few months after our stupid breakup or fucking in the kitchen of Alicent Hightower's house, while my family and your best friend's are in the other rooms, almost no one knowing that their beloved guest is nothing more than a needy and dramatic cockslut?”

Your eyes widened at the accusation, knowing full well what he was talking about. "I-I'm not... I'm not dramatic. How can you say something like that? How can you think I'm the wrong one even after you cheated on me?" You exclaimed a little louder, and Jace rolled his eyes, the fingers that was holding your chin now covering your mouth, not worrying about whether or not it would stain your lip gloss. "If you hadn't pissed me off that night, so I wouldn't have cheated on you." You growled under his hand when he whispered in your ear, wanting to push him far away from your body, although his hand inside the lace that covered your pussy made any shred of sanity disappear from your mind.

“J-Jace, don’t…” You whimpered muffled and almost impossible to hear, your ass pressing against his crotch as you squirmed. "They'll hear us..."

"No one will hear us if you keep your pretty mouth quiet, sweetheart. But maybe some of them would like to hear or see you like this. I bet on my little brother Lucerys, the freshman has a secret crush on you. That's why he's always watching you in the college hallways." Jacaerys mocked, nibbling on your earlobe, the tip of his index and middle finger playing with your clit, going down to collect some of your dripping juices and moving his hand up to caress your bud again. "You're so fucking wet. Have you been like this since I came into Hel's house?"

You trembled at the teasing, your hands imitating what he had done before, gripping the edge of the table to keep your body steady without falling to the floor. Jace's fingers gradually increased the pressure and you moaned, trying your best to open your eyes, seeing the mischievous gleam in his brown eyes and the smile widening while he slid the same two fingers in and pushed them inside you without any difficulty. The tearful and loud moan that would echo through the kitchen was interrupted by Jace's mouth on yours, desperate and hungry lips kissing you without worrying about how messy the kiss was being.

Jacaerys was not someone who disliked wet and aggressive kisses, in fact he was totally into it. You knew about that since you dated him months before, so it was not a big surprise when his arousal began to grow inside his jeans, your ass rubbing against him to tease him just like he was doing to you.

"You fucking whore. Are you trying to make me cum in my pants?" Your skin crawled at the sound of his growling whisper.

Jacaerys bit your lip while you were still panting, only letting out soft whimpers when he increased the speed of his fingers and took the opportunity to rub his soft palm over your sensitive clit, making you see stars and moan his name one more time, mentally thanking the universe for Jacaerys loving being DJ at the university parties and know how to use his pretty hands very well.

At least there was something good about always hooking up with Jacaerys Velaryon.

Without taking out of you, Jacaerys pulled you towards the other door in the kitchen with his free arm, the one that led to the hallway stairs. For a moment, you looked at him in silence, confused but thinking he would take you upstairs and fuck you in the guest room. However, the boy let out a nasal scoff and pointed to the green and red mistletoe decorated at the top of the doorframe. Your furrowed seeing the Christmas ornament above your heads, but you did not have time to question anything, not when Jace fucked his fingers in and out of you.

The wet noises of your pussy being used by him was as lascivious as the sound of his tongue searching for yours again, tasting your mouth as if it were the best candy in the world. The moment you distanced yourself so you could lift your head and shake through the overwhelming orgasm that possessed your body, that was when you understood.

Jace kissed you under a mistletoe. And not just that... he also fingering your pussy and made you cum right there.

Taking a deep breath to calm your body and your mind about what happened, you opened your eyes, watching Jace licking one of his fingers creamy with your release. He smirked to you, a sticky noise echoing when his full lips stopped enjoying your juices. He did not care about your look of disgust and carefully slipped his other finger into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as he placed soft kisses on your forehead. A false affection that you both knew would not make up for all the hell and toxicity that had been your situationship.

"You came hard around my fingers and under the mistletoe too."

"I noticed…" Your voice came out more breathless and grumpy than expected and Jace chuckled, caressing your soft cheek.

"You'll spend the next few days of the Christmas Break here at Helaena's house, together with me. Then you'll be my good girlfriend again when we get back to campus." It was not a question but an order, your eyes immediately widening, not knowing how you were going to explain that whole damn turn of events. Not knowing how you were going to explain to your best friend that you were giving in to Jacaerys as you had promised never to do again.

Running the tips of his fingers still dirty with your cum across the pie's meringue, he gave you one last kiss for now. "Happy Christmas Eve, my pretty girl."

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

James Stewart (It's a Wonderful Life, The Philadelphia Story, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington)—the thing about Jimmy Stewart is that for a weird-enough looking guy, he is yet somehow SO hot and SO believable, ALWAYS. He always plays the same person—he's always, well, Jimmy Stewart—yet that person can be a murderer, a dark cynic, a naive idealist, the boy next door or an old man who knows better, and every one of those is hot. I would jump his bones in a heartbeat

Toshiro Mifune (Rashumon, Seven Samurai, Grand Prix, Stray Dog)—i love and respect my boi tab hunter (rest in peace you beautiful, beautiful man ❤️), but after i watched like 12 of his movies in a row on tcm last year, i ALSO love and respect toshiro mifune, son of a literal actual hatamoto’s (a high-ranking samurai) daughter, also very possibly related to the best judokan EVER, AND, he’s the guy who SHOULD have been obi-wan kenobi. the fact that he’s ALSO hot as hell just adds to his appeal.

This is round 4 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

James Stewart propaganda:

"Ough I saw him first in It's A Wonderful Life, where he is very charming as a suicidal family man being absolutely crushed by capitalism. But then. The Philadelphia Story, in my opinion, should get the same kind of press The Mummy does for being a bisexual dream. Now I'm not really bi (not into women) and it's honestly up for debate whether i'm attracted to men or not, but COME ON!! The movie stars James Stewart as well as Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn (and Ruth Hussey). Stewart plays a common working man, a journalist, to contrast with Grant's character, who is mega-rich. He is scrappy and hates rich people. Hot! They have a whole scene together where he's super drunk and being really physical with his acting, which I love because he is kinda wet noodle shaped. Hot! He carries Hepburn in his arms while singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Hot! He gets punched in the face by Cary Grant. Hot!!! In The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence, we get to see him portray an alternative type of masculinity, opposite John Wayne doing John Wayne. He is even more wet noodle-y, to put emphasis on his incompatibility with the rugged masculinity of the cow-boy, he wears an apron for a lot of the film, again, to blur his masculinity, and he gets shot. Hot! Also he's older here, if that's your thing. Long story short: He's giving librarian chic and The Philadelphia Story made me want to be poly."

“Here he is next to Grant, in what I believe to be a promotional shot for The Philadelphia Story. Please don’t get distracted by Grant (or do, i’m submitting him next).”

“He’s a nice guy and a good guy and deserves all the happiness and joy ever! Classic boy next door/class president kid that everyone loves for real. Stand-up for the Little Guy vibes. With a charming fun side!!”

Toshiro Mifune propaganda:

"In addition, he spoke fluent mandarin and every time he was casted in foreign films, he said his lines in the language of the movie (although they ended up dubbing him. He wasn’t happy about it though).”

Submitted: this gifset

Also submitted: this video (yes, that one)

"Crucial Toshiro Mifune propaganda: THOSE LEGS."

"That is hella muscle. Go watch The Hidden Fortress, aka Star Wars A New Hope. His thighs deserve an award."

[softtdaisy]

I would like to request it's nice to have a friend for charles leclerc, please

(Also congrats on the 2k <333)

summary. all your life you reminded Charles how nice it was to have a friend, even when you became more than that

words count. 1 468

song. it's nice to have a friend by Taylor swift

a/n. thank you so much!! I had a clear idea of the construction of this story, don't know if I did it well but I hope you will love it 🩷

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“It’s nice to have a friend.” You told Charles one day. You were 6.

Ever since you remember, Charles has always been part of your life.

Your parents were friends.

Your siblings were best friends. 

And so were you.

Always in the same class, sitting next to each other. Convincing your family to sign you up for the same activities. Well, until Charles started taking karting more seriously and you became the cheerleader. But you were going to the same place together, so somehow it was the same.

That was a random Friday afternoon. Coming back from school. No activity planned, but I'm excited for the weekend coming. Your parents weren’t home, so you weren’t staying at Charles’s, like you always did. 

At 6 you couldn’t put the right words on the feeling you had with this routine. It was comforting knowing that everything seemed easy. But also having Charles around all the time, knowing he was your safe place no matter where you physically were: home, school, away… as long as he was there, you felt safe. Complete.

And maybe you were too young, looking at friends making you some sandwiches with sliced bread and your favorite spread and realizing how lucky you were to have him. That sounded like some adult thoughts. Some that you saw on TV or in the rom-com you watched. 

Actually, you didn’t even remember where you first heard it. But when Charles came to you with his Spider-Man plate and your sandwich in it. When he smiled at you with his missing teeth. That was when it first came out of your mouth, “It’s nice to have a friend.” It sounded like a thank you. For the snack and for everything that he had brought to your life since you knew him.

Charles stopped, thinking about it for a second with his hand on his chin. “Yeah, I think you’re right,” he replied before going to the sofa.

There it was. Knowing you were friends.

“I guess it’s nice to have a friend.” You cried against Charles' shoulder. You were 16.

Over the years, you and Charles shared a crush on each other, but it never seemed to happen at the same time. 

And so you both compensate for it by dating other people. Was it fair? Probably not. But your heart needed to fill the gap left by the fantasy of dating your best friend.

The problem was, you always ended up having high hopes about your boyfriend. You kept seeing Charles in them and getting disappointed when they didn't act like him. And some of them took advantage of your behavior to break your heart harder at the view of seeing your crush dating someone else. 

This explained why you ended up in Charles's bedroom on a Sunday night. You didn’t come to his karting race, yet you were waiting for him in his bedroom. Lorenzo, who had stayed home, opened the door for you without questioning it. 

Charles didn’t question it either when he saw you lying on his bed with his old cuddle toy that he hid but that you knew where to find. He simply sat by your side and took you in his arms.

“Who do I have to kill?” he asked, his lips lost in your hair while he was rocking you. 

You laughed through your tears, hitting his thigh with little to no force. “Orange doesn’t suit you; don’t kill anyone.” 

“Well,” Charles replied, still thinking about it like it was a serious option. Then he brought a hand to your face, to caress your cheek softly but mostly to move your face so you would look at him. “For you, I will.”

The love he had for you was undeniable. And Charles truly hoped that you would see it in his eyes. He had been waiting for years for you to realize he would give the world to be with you. And the truth was he was ready to give up on a relationship with you if it meant keeping you by his side. No matter if his heart won’t ever be complete.

That’s when you said it while you cuddled against him harder. How good it was to have a friend like him. And you were right. 

“It’s nice to have a friend, huh?” You laughed in Charles's arms. You were 22. 

Going to see your boyfriend race almost every weekend has become your favorite habit.

You couldn’t remember the moment your friendship with Charles evolved into a relationship. It simply made sense one day. Your moments turned into romantic ones naturally. Dates, sharing a bed, kissing—expect that your lips go from his cheek to his lips. 

Nobody was surprised that you became a couple.

And in the blink of an eye, you became a wag. The wag of a race winner.

“Come on, Charles,” you mumbled in your breath, watching the last lap of the Italian race on the screen of the motorhome. Every single second of it was scary. If he was leading, you feared he might lose it at the last moment. Not that you didn’t trust him. You didn’t trust the universe sometimes.

But the seconds went by, and at the end of the lap, Charles was the winner of the Italian Grand Prix of the season. 

It all went quickly after that. The hug with his family there to watch him, the mechanics celebrating, and the podium with the whole crowd singing the Italian anthem. The magic was always there. And you felt lucky to live these moments for Charles and with him.

When you finally got to see him after the podium, you jumped in his arms right when he ran to hold you. 

“We did it!” he chanted, jumping around with you in his arms. It was always we for him. Charles never felt like he did everything in his career by himself. You’ve been there since the beginning, from the first karting races to the F1 career. From the lost races to the won one. To the young driver, he was one of the most important figures in the sport today. 

And so, once he put you down but brought both his hands to your face to give you a passionate kiss that you wished never ended, you put your forehead against his and reminded him how nice it was to have a friend.

Charles knew you were right. You were his friend, his biggest support, and his most cherished lover. 

“It's nice to have a friend.” You told everyone. You were 27.

“So here’s my toast to the newlyweds. Congratulations!”

Everybody started to applaud after Arthur’s speech. 

There was something magical in seeing each person in your life celebrate the happiest day of your life. Some said that this was the most beautiful conclusion to your story, from being childhood friends to a married couple. And it was, somehow. 

But you loved to believe it was the conclusion of the first book, not the end of the story. You still had so many things to do together; it couldn’t be over yet.

All your guests were dancing or chatting together. You appreciated the view, like a moment out of time on this crazy day. So focused that you didn’t hear or feel your husband walking beside you. It was only when Charles kissed your temple and brought an arm around you that you realized that there was something missing by your side.

Now, you were complete again.

“Hello, dear husband.” You smiled at him, putting your head on his shoulder.

“Hello, dear wife.” He laughed, his cheek on your hair to keep you closer. “Can’t believe our wedding finally happened.”

It hadn’t been easy to organize everything with the F1 season being as crazy as it was. You couldn’t count the number of meetings you had to do with Charles away, only here by a phone call. 

Yet the day was perfect. And it would have been anyway, just because it was your day.

“You realized you won’t get rid of me now?” You asked him.

You watched as he walked in front of you and took your hand to have another dance with you. “It was never my plan to get rid of you.”

“And you know,” Charles started. His fingers were gently playing with the little strands of hair that left your elegant bun. You kept looking at the sweet smile on his lips, how it kept growing like it always does when he had something in mind: a joke, a flirty remark…

But then he looked at you in the eyes, and you couldn’t look away. Not when all you saw was the love you’ve been sharing for years now. 

“I think it’s really nice to have a friend.” 

[bigwishes]

Big Man on Campus

(a trade with @alphajocklover)

Trent had been going to college for almost 4 years at this point, he was 21 and steadily approaching his 22nd birthday and approaching his graduation even faster. He had spent most of his time inside, working on his computer engineering degree or gaming. He didn't really care for the college party scene, he'd much rather stay in his tidy little single all weekend until monday classes.

but when it finally sank in how close it was to being over Trent couldn't help but have a little bit of regret, should he have hit the gym with the other guys on his floor? should he have joined the casual rowing team just for some fun and exercise? was computer science really what he wanted a degree in? Senior doubt and regret flooded his mind, but there was still an upside. 4 months were left, 4 months he'd make the most of.

Trent went on the college forums looking for something to do, he thought about a few of the options but found two that he really liked. The first was a dungeons and dragons club the second was listen as an exercise club but it also seemed to be a project for two sport science students.

Transformation Experiment Ground: "Our names are Brody and Clark, we are looking for young males on campus who are out of shape looking to get in shape and help with our experiment. Come form a sense of community, get the body you desire and help us with our research!" Monday came and classes went. Normally Trent would go home and smash out a few ours gaming but it was time for his clubs to start. First he had the sport experiment thing, the only issue was he only had a few minutes to get to the dnd club across campus, but he wasn't sure how sweaty he'd get or if he'd need a shower. He just had to hope there was a shower at the campus gym.

Trent checked his phone, he thought he was going to the campus gym but the address was for a room in the athlete scholarship dorms. Trent walked passed the gym and into the building next to it. The halls had photos of previous college athletes plastered up between the doors.

Finally he arrived, right on time, room 223. Trent raised his hand to knock when the door suddenly swung open. Standing before him was a jacked guy with spiked blonde hair in a black tank and grey sweat pants and standing next to him just slightly down the hall was an equally jacked dude with shaggy brown hair in the same outfit.

"hey bro what's up I'm Brody and just over there is Clark"

Brody stuck out his hand but when Trent went to shake it he realised Brody was waiting for a fist bump not a hand shake, Trent awkwardly closed up his hand and bumped Brody's fist. Clark let out a douchey laugh that echoed out the door.

"Come in man, come in"

"You are, the only one comin" Clark sighed

"oh, was I the only one who signed up?"

Trent started to get anxious, guys who looked like this normally bullied him and now he was going to be on his own with them for an hour. Trent made his way into the room, following Brody and Clark.

The athlete dorms were so much bigger than the other rooms he'd been in. There was a large lounge space with a small kitchen, a door to a private bathroom and two bedrooms either side of the lounge.

In the corner of the lounge there was a small fold out chair and table. On the table were 5 green vials and what looked to be an oculus rift stripped down to its basic components.

"so ummm, where do we start with like a workout plan?"

"nah dude, I mean I can totally write you one but this is a bit more of a series of practice experiments" Brody said as he walked over to the small table

"get him hooked up man, I'm gonna grab my laptop with the video"

Trent followed Brody over to the small fold out chair

"its nothing too fancy but our class mates got the actual sports lab, apparently our experiment is pseudo-science"

"what exactly are you guys studying?"

"we are trying to see if active suggestion and nutrients redirection can get people to actively pursue fitness"

"oh damn, I just thought this was like, a workout class" Trent sat down as Brody began setting up the make shift visor. "if you don't mind me asking, what are you guys majoring in?"

"well I'm getting a double major in bio-chemistry and psychology"

"and I'm getting a double major in computer engineering and software development" Clark said as he walked back in carrying an open laptop

Trent's jaw almost dropped to the floor, he'd come here thinking he was going to be made to workout by two dumb jocks who were just going to scribble times on a napkin, but instead he's participating in a proper experiment designed by two people probably leagues smarter than him.

"okay man its real easy, we are gonna hook up an image display for a few minutes and you'll take a shot of this" Clark said as he handed over one of the small green vials.

"errrr, is it safe?"

Clark burst out laughing and Brody couldn't help but crack a smile.

"yeah man, its just a diet supplement you can get offline, fda approved, basically it tells your muscles they want to hold water and your fat cells to burn"

Trent downed the green liquid as Clark flicked the visor down over his eyes. There was a short beep sound before images began to flash on the visor. Flashes of guys working out, of dumbbells and the words you are a jock and you love working out and muscle.

Trent couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry guys this is so corny" He laughed.

The other two began to chuckle as well as the room filled with laughter.

"Look dude, Its the closest thing I could find on YouTube, its about the suggestions" Clark laughed

Suddenly the lights in the room began to flicker and all 3 globes in the lounge burnt out at once.

"what the-" Brody and Clark said in unison, but they were interrupted when sparks began to fly off the oculus. They rushed to try and take it off Trent but were shocked by the electricity. Sparks shout out of the power point in the wall and the two boys watched helplessly as Trent began to convulse in his seat.

Trent let out a painful and stalled out moan as the electricity travelled over the oculus and shocked his temples.

The room was dark was illuminated every few seconds by a shock or spark and the two boys could swear they could see something, something happening to Trent's body. A few more seconds passed before it finally stopped.

Brody and Clark stood there stunned, the sound of beeping could be heard from the kitchen as the oven entered safety mode, but a more concerning noise echoed in the boys ears. The sound of sizzling. Clark carefully walked over to the curtains and opened them, the room filling with light and showing them what had happened to Trent.

He sat in the chair with his head slumped forward, his chin hitting his chest as smoke was rising off the device on his head and all over his body. But what the two saw in the dark wasn't a trick of the light, Trent had indeed gotten bigger. His skinny fat body had expanded, he'd become more lean, his muscles more pronounced and most of the fat on his body had melted away.

Trent let out a moan as a string of drool fell from his mouth

"OH THANK FUCK HE'S ALIVE" Clark cried out with a sigh of relief.

The two rushed over and pulled the device off his head. Trent's eyes instantly responded as he looked up at the two of them.

"wooahh bro, huhu, that was intence" Trent mumbled

"yeah, thank god you're okay" said Brody.

Trent lifted his arm to the side and flexed his bicep and let out a dumb chuckle.

"errr, dude, real quick, what's your name?"

"Trent, duuuhuhuhu, you fuckin forgetful bro?"

Trent seemed okay but something was wrong, even with the short interaction the three of them had, Clark and Brody knew something had happened to him.

"hey Trent, what are you" Brody asked

Trent smirked as he lifted his other arm, completing a double bicep pose.

"a jock, duuuhuhuhu"

Trent stood up and effortlessly pushed passed the two as he started heading towards the door.

"well at least we know his motor functions weren't damaged"

Clark and Brody quickly followed him

"Dude, I really think you should go to the medical centre"

"Nah bro, I got dnd like NOW I gotta boost"

"wait Trent!" Clark yelled out "err, dnd thats an interesting hobbie for a jock, what else are you into"

Trent spun around on the spot with a big smirk on his face

"glad you asked dude, I love three things, gymmin, gamin, dndenin..dndin.....dndining....." Trent's voice trailed off as he tried to finish forming his catchy sentence

"and, what about your major? what are you studying?" Brody asked

"errr huhuhu, like, what's a major?" Trent said turning around to leave again

"FUCK DUDE I THINK WE ACTUALLY FRIED HIS BRAIN" Clark started to panic

"I mean, yeah, but it seems like his core interests and that jock hypno video have combined into a new personality, I dunno if we friend his brain more, re-wrote it"

"DUDE NOW IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR INTEREST IN THE HUMAN BRAIN WE FUCKING CREATED GYM BRO FRANKENSTIEN"

Trent walked out the door into the crowded hallway. Students were all talking over the top of each other in front of their dorm rooms trying to work out what was going on. The two boys raced out to follow Trent.

"Trent dude wait!, errr, tell me about your dnd character" Brody called out desperately trying to stop him from leaving

Trent continued to power forward through the crowd, pushing through them like water with his new powerful body.

"well bro, I was gonna play some like, lil spell caster dude, but like, i dunno bro, numbers are hard, so like, I think I'm just gonna play, like, some sick fucking, roided out minotaur with a huge axe"

Brody was struggling to keep up with Trent, they both had already lost Clark to the sea of students. Brody grabbed onto the back of Trent's shirt which caused him to stop and turn around.

"woah lil dude, if you wanted some action all you had to do was ask, I got an 8 inch python with your na-"

"WHAT!, ha, oh, no dude, errr, that's" Brody's face turned bright red as he got flustered.

"no? damn too bad, you lil fuckin, science dudes are kinda cute"

Brody was stunned, some how all this muscle and new persona had also added a level of charm to Trent that dug right through to his core. But it was too late to grab his attention again. Trent had already pulled away and gone off out of Brody's sight...

One week had passed since the extreme power surge that had hit the Athlete Scholarship Dorms. There almost wasn't a single incident other than a few blown light bulbs and some damaged electronics....almost. The college had found out about Trent, no matter how hard Brody and Clark tried to hide it. However the two got off lucky. Both the College and the investigation into what happened deemed it was an accident that unfortunately resulted in what was being called "Personality Death". Trent had an entirely healthy body and brain with no signs of damages, but something had happen to completely re-write who and what he was.

The college couldn't let Trent graduate, he couldn't even remember what he had enrolled for, but the college still found a purpose for him. The hid the extreme and sudden body transformation from the investigation and gave Trent a 'job'. His official title was research assistant but he was too stupid for any serious work. His real job was to sit there and be injected with experimental steroids. Forced to grow like some roided out lab rat. Not that he cared, every time Trent put on even an ounce of muscle he'd spend hours in the mirror flexing. He was the biggest guy on campus.

[6 years later]

"okay babe, just hold still"

"aahhh, fuck, it feels so good when it goes in"

"you are so weird, I hate getting injections"

"well huhuhu, when you got a sexy lil piece of meat to do em, its a huge fuckin turn on dude"

Brody stood up from the kitchen table and began to clean up the injection kit, chuckling as he did it.

"Trent, that's so cheesy"

Trent stood up, the sound of wood scraping against the floor filled the room as he effortlessly and accidentally moved the entire dining table.

"will it make me look like Captain America huhuhu?"

"babe...seriously, I think we passed the Captain America stage about 150 pounds ago"

"then hit me with all 6 and make me the hulk" Trent pressed his body against Brody and the table.

Brody was no stranger to 300+ pounds pressing against him "I said no Trent" a slight grin cracked across Brody's face, 'besides, for all I know that one shot will add another 50 pounds, we gotta wait and see."

Trent stood there staring into Brody's eyes with an expression that could only be described as a computer failing to load a basic program 10 times in a row.

"Then jab me with all 6 and give me" Trent stopped to count on his fingers, "120 pounds of muscle" a large smirk crept across his face, proud he was able to do the math in his head.

Brody rolled his eyes and chuckled

"that'd be 300 pounds babe" Brody packed up the rest of the kit and left the kitchen.

Trent went to follow after him, he had hit the gym already today so no other thoughts existed in his mind other than getting attention for how big he was from Brody, but as he walked out the kitchen he caught a glimpse of himself and began flexing in the lounge room mirror, completely forgetting what he had been doing just 2 seconds again...

He was so proud of the roided lab rat he had become...