#Why don't we pay attention in school dude

[dbphantom]

you know if you guys voted for stretch armstrong i probably would have shut up a lot sooner tonight

[ms-demeanor]

In my college American poetry class we had to do memorized readings of three poems, one of the ones I chose was Langston Hughes' "Weary Blues" because I'd already built a dramatic performance of it in high school.

This was an interesting college class because it was tiny (16 students at the start of the quarter, 12 at the end) and because it was *poetry* a lot of people in the class fudged the readings and did them the day of class, which meant that they weren't really prepared to discuss them. After two excruciating classes in a row where I was the only person ready to discuss the readings (in the second class I literally had to sit on my hands to keep myself from trying to speak after the professor said "Alli cannot answer for the rest of the hour, somebody else say something" and then nobody did for another ten minutes of the most awkward silence I have ever encountered), the professor brought in lyric sheets for "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess.

He started the class with our normal written quiz, then asked who was ready to talk. I was, because of course I was, but nobody else raised their hands.

"If you're not going to talk, then you're going to sing," he said, and handed out lyrics to everyone. "We are all adults, and we have an adult agreement that you will read the assignments and be prepared to discuss them, and I will lead discussions and teach you about the readings. You are not holding up your end of the agreement like adults, so I'm treating you like children, and your participation for the last three classes will not be based on your quizzes - which is good news for a lot of you - but on doing a sing-along today. So I'm going to sing this first, then we're going to sing it five times together, and then we're going to talk about the song together, and you are going to do your readings before my next class or I am going to be handing out more lyrics and we'll sing another song together like kindergartens."

That class is why the four students who dropped did so, but everyone who stayed was prepared for discussions for the rest of the quarter.

Anyway, that was before our second poetry presentation so by that point I'd already sung with these people and had no shame, so i decided I was going to actually sing the singer's part in "Weary Blues."

I recorded it on my phone and asked my friend Lindsey, who was in the class and happened to be a choir director, to listen to it and tell me if it sounded terrible. She said that it did not and asked if I had any vocal training and I said no and she said "you should join a choir" and i felt very flattered and continued practicing and memorizing the poem.

We had to give critiques of each person's performance, and most people were generally polite like you normally would be when giving feedback, but apparently one young woman was still pissed at me for being a suck-up and doing the assigned readings.

"First of all i couldn't even pay attention to the rest of the poem because you sound like a man. I think singing was a weird choice and singing like a man made it impossible for me to take your reading seriously" and i was a bit surprised (so were other people) but simply said "thank you, that's good to know, i was trying to sound like a man because the speaker in the poem describes the singer as a man, it's good to know i hit that mark" and we moved on.

Lindsey and the professor both checked in on me at the end of class, Lindsey to say "practice made that sound really really really good you should join a choir" and the professor to say "i was leery when you asked to sing part of your poem, i don't usually allow that but I'm glad i did" and both to ask if I was upset by the other student's comments.

I was not upset. Mentally i was jumping up and down and doing backflips and was bummed because the other student was probably just being mean and didn't actually think my voice sounded masculine.

But now I'm finding videos with titles like "is that my mom or a dude? Learning about the contralto range" and I'm like haha wait yeah, gender euphoria is stored in the vocal cords.

[mimasroom2]

Don’t stand so close to me

professor!ellie x student!reader

Young teacher, the subject

Of schoolgirl fantasy

She wants him her so badly

Knows what she wants to be

Inside her there's longing

This girl's an open page

Bookmarking, she's so close now

This girl is half his her age

Her friends are so jealous

You know how bad girls get

Sometimes it's not so easy

To be the teacher's pet

Temptation, frustration

So bad it makes him her cry

Wet bus stop, she's waiting

His Her car is warm and dry

Loose talk in the classroom

To hurt they try and try

Strong words in the staffroom

The accusations fly

It's no use, he she sees her

He She starts to shake and cough

Just like the old man in

That book by Nabokov

Long time no see, eh?

This trope has been done to death, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it while listening to the song, so I decided why not. Tried to follow the plot that the song gives us :3, but ofc I had to switch it up and make it my own. I was actually applying to a community college while I was writing this😭 took a big fat gap year & now I’m here!

C/w: Professor x student relationship (duh). R is specifically a lesbian (& described as fem). Mention of the book lolita. No use of y/n. Story after the smut!! Slight caregiving kink. Fingering, thigh riding 😛. Ellie says good girl a lot LMAO.

W/c: 7k. Damn I really had to come back with a BANG.

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“Alright, class.. need y’all to focus today.”

You swiftly take out your headphones as your professor walks in the room.

One of North America’s leading astrophysicists. She’s got it all: the brains, the dream career, actual money, and damn good looks.

You chuck your headphones into your bag below your feet, cracking your knuckles as she casually walks in. You need to pay as close attention as possible, unlike your other classes. Not because there was a big test or anything, but because the women herself was here.

Ellie Williams.

You had been super stoked to take her class, all giddy as you realized it actually was a requirement for your major. It’s not like you necessarily went to this college because she taught here, but it was definitely one of the perks. I mean, at this point you were a certified fan girl. You’ve read all of her books. Well.. at least skimmed them. It wasn’t really your fault you kept glancing at her picture in the ‘about the author’ section.

“Now there’s no reason for you guys to be as antsy as you are. It’s only the third week of school.” Ellie doesn’t even glance up at her class; if she wasn’t projecting her voice you’d think she was just talking to herself.

You look around the room at your semi-familiar classmates, and realized you’re really the only one dressed up. All these other people are ready to do some physics in sweats and pulled back hair, but not you. You realize that just maybe your subconscious knew to look good for Ellie today.

The class goes by somewhat slowly. You find yourself with your head in your hand, legs crossed, lipgloss on, staring at her. God, if you didn’t look like the biggest teacher’s pet right now.

Someone asks a question, to which you scoff to yourself. Seriously? This isn’t high school, dude. Don’t waste the teacher’s time with questions we’ve already gone over. You roll your eyes, then watch as Ellie slides her hand over her mouth and sighs slightly. Looks like she had the same thought as you.

“What was your name?” Ellie leans against her podium, sliding her hands into her front pockets, crossing her legs.

The guy who asked the question looks a little startled, “Uh, Owen.”

“Now, like I said, Owen. It’s only the third week of school, and I am here to support you.” She taps her foot in a really nice suede looking shoe. Must’ve been expensive. “However, your question would have definitely been answered have you read the assigned reading we previously discussed.” She slowly nods at him, “Think you can do that for me?” She doesn’t say it like a question.

The Owen guy just nods, muttering a quick ‘yes ma’am’ below his breath.

You continue staring at her. You think it’s pretty cool how she can be so chill one moment, and suddenly professional another.

And remain confident through it all.

~

Eventually, the class concludes. You close your notebook, which coincidentally has no notes from today. As you start to gather your things into your bag, you notice a small line leading up to Ellie’s podium. You smile to yourself. Perfect.

This happens every now and again after a particularly hard lesson from Ellie. You’ve joined them a few times in the past few weeks, occasionally asking minute questions, nothing too extraordinary or exciting. It’s not like you were doing this just to talk to her this time, I mean, you actually did have a question you deemed good enough. You reapply your lipgloss as you wait for the other students to finish up. You’re the last person in line.

When it’s your turn, you flash a smile at Ellie. She looks tired and honestly, a little over some of these students. But she recognizes you, at least a little, from your previous inquiries.

She gives you a nod, like how you see guys do to each other, “Hey. What’s up?” She leans forward on her podium, folding her hands together. Must be a habit of hers.

“Hi. Again. Uh, so I had a question about these next chapters. The ones about exoplanets.” You try looking her in the eyes, but you can already feel yourself getting nervous, so you opt for her eyebrows instead. You notice she has a slit in her right one, where a scar is. You explain your question without looking away from her.

She definitely notices you staring, slightly pressing her lips together, “Okay. Think we’re gonna need my computer for this. Probably gonna need that online calculator.”

“Oh, sure!” You glance behind you guys, to the back of the room. “To your office, then?”

She nods at you. “Right. Come with me. And bring that textbook, would ya?” She motions to the thick chunk of pages in front of you. You’re so glad she posts the chapters online. You really don’t want to be lugging that thing around.

You follow behind her into the office, closing the door behind you when she asks. You’ve never actually been in here before. It’s cute. She has some Jurassic Park posters, some trinkets that say ‘best professor ever’ on them, and of course loads of space models. She even has that one Milky Way LEGO set hung up next to her PhD. Aww. You feel a small smile forming at the corners of your mouth.

Ellie sits down at her desk and starts pulling up a few different tabs on her computer.

“Uh, nice decorations.” You try, gesturing around the room. You’re only making small talk with your teacher. Perfectly normal.

She doesn’t look away from her computer, instead smiling slightly and thanking you, “Pretty cool, right? You ever seen Jurassic Park?”

You blush slightly and shake your head, looking at the ground, “Hah, can’t say I have.”

Hearing this Ellie actually perks up and looks at you. “Damn. You really should. Maybe then we’ll have more to talk about next time.”

You smile and agree, brushing your hair to the side. It’s actually pretty great how cool your professor can be, even if she’s two times older than you. You wince at that thought - she can’t be that old. How old is she again? Gonna have to google that later…

Your stream of thought is interrupted by Ellie turning the screen toward you. She points to some crazy looking chart, “So if we use Kepler’s third law for the numbers here, we can calculate the distance and orbital period for stars close to the mass of our sun.”

You stare at her screen, recognizing the chart once she explains it verbally, “Right,” you start, “and then don’t we have to change the formula for exoplanets?”

She nods, looking at you, “Yup. So the formula for that is here.”She points to a little box below the first chart. R = ∛(T2 · Ms). Jesus.

“So then the next chart below that formula is gonna be using that on different exoplanets.” She swivels around in her chair to fully face you. Her thighs look real nice in her pants. What you would give to be sitting in her lap right now.

She derails your train of thought once again, “That make sense to you?”

You accidentally stare at her for a moment too long, “Yeah! Yeah, thanks. Uhm- do you actually mind sending that pdf to me?”

She turns back to her desk, “Sure thing.” You confirm your email with her, feeling all warm inside that she remembers you on a first name basis.

“So, is that in the textbook? Like the charts and stuff?” You ask, not wanting to cut your interaction short just yet.

She clicks around on her computer some more, “No, but there’s something similar a few chapters ahead of where we are. Want me to show you?”You nod, trying not to seem too eager.

She reaches over to the textbook you brought in for her, all while holding her gaze on the computer, reading some email. She can’t quite reach it, so you shove it a little closer to her, and your fingers accidentally touch. Jesus, isn’t this what happens in those cheesy rom-com movies?

She swiftly looks up at you, clears her throat and starts looking at the index of the book.

You just stand there, silently rocking back and forth on your feet, with your hands behind your back.

She’s still figuring out where to look in that damn book, and it seems your fidgeting has gotten her a little bit distracted. “All dolled up, I see. You going somewhere after this?” She raises an eyebrow while looking you up and down.

“Oh! Uh- no. Hah- no, ma’am.” You stutter out.

She just looks at you for just a moment too long. You’re thankful you’re wearing foundation and carefully placed blush, because otherwise your entire face would’ve turned red.

Maybe you should elaborate? “It just helps me feel more active. Like I actually wanna be productive. Look good, feel good.. or whatever people say.” You shuffle your feet as Ellie flips through the textbook. Even though she’s not looking at you, you can tell she’s actually paying attention to what you have to say.

It’s definitely different than what you’re used to: Old balding men who either don’t give a shit about you, or shamelessly stare at you. It’s really a good change of pace.

She finally finds the page and points to some illustrations, “This is basically the same concept. It’s just illustrating what Kepler’s third law is gonna look like out in the real world. Or, I guess, in space.” She smiles at you, and you chuckle a little.

You pull out your phone to snap a quick picture, and Ellie doesn’t move her hand away from the page. It’s not blocking anything, but it’s still there. In frame. In fact, it’s her left hand, and you notice she’s not wearing a ring on her finger. Huh.

You shake your head, quickly taking the photo and thanking her.

You slip out of her office, making sure to close the door behind you. Holy shit. That was real. That was really real. You smile to yourself, all giddy as you leave the building and walk around campus.

~

At the end of the day, you’re back in your dorm room - your two friends scattered around listening to your story from today.

“…and then, she knew my email without even asking for it! Meaning she knows my name! Isn’t that so cool?!” You’re absolutely cheesing, explaining everything with a wide smile and expressive hands.

“Yeah, that’s amazing.” One of your friends rolls her eyes sarcastically, “So when’s the part where you guys fuck?”

“Oh my god! We didn’t do that, okay?” You throw your hands up in defense mode.

She raises her eyebrows, “But you want to.”

“I never said that.”

“It’s written all over your face.” Your other friend across the room chimes in.

“I mean- yeah! I guess so.” You give up. They both know what you want. Hell, they’ve heard numerous stories about different girls trying to get with Ellie ever since she became a professor. Everyone has.

“Oooh bad girl!”

“I also got this pic of her hands. Well, her hands were in the frame. Anyway- please tell me I’m not crazy for thinking it’s kinda hot.” You cover your face and turn the phone towards your two friends, to which they squeal and giggle.

“Dude, I’m so jealous.” She sighs, “I wish I could take her class.”

Your other friend grabs the phone out of your hand, “WOWW!! She looks like she was sculpted by the Greek gods; and that’s just her hand.”

You dramatically put your head in your hands, “I know right! Do you think she’d even like.. want me?” You ask, a bit nervous because this could really go wrong for both you and Ellie if you screw it up.

“Come on, if you really want her you gotta own it! Go wear a mini skirt and flirt with her until she takes you out.” Your friend puts her hand on your shoulders, “Seriously, dude. I bet she wants you so badly she’s crying right now.”

You roll your eyes at this, thinking for a moment. Fuck it. You know you want her, may as well try, right? Suddenly, a wicked smile spreads across your face. “Alright. Let’s do it. Slutty outfits here I come.”

~

You adjusted your clothes as you walked across campus. You and your friends went shopping the next day, going to a bunch of different stores, trying to pick out at least a few outfits for you. Surprise surprise, you guys mainly found yourselves spending the most time at Victoria’s Secret - looking around at all the different lingerie items you could technically pass as actual clothes.

You always knew that boys looked at you, it’s not like they weren’t obvious about it, but you never cared for them. You’ve had a few girlfriends in the past, but none would really stick. ‘God, this is a stupid idea.’ you thought to yourself as you tried pulling down your skirt even just a little bit.

Suddenly, you got a text from your friend: ‘okay. she’s in the cafe now. window seat on the left.’

Great. You went through the checklist in your head. Got the bag with books in it, wallet for some coffee, and an absurd outfit to top it all off. You take a deep breath and walk through the doors into the campus cafe, the ceilings high. Thankfully you spotted a familiar barista; at least that part won’t be awkward.

You go up and order your usual, chatting to the worker about her day. She cracks a small joke and you laugh, honestly too loud, but that was all to get Ellie’s attention… if she hadn’t seen you already. The barista seems to be a girl’s girl, because she leans over the counter and says, “Whoever you’re meeting here must be really lucky. You look damn good.”

You gush and thank her, turning around to find a place to sit. Or at least, pretend to find a place to sit. You slowly walk around, sort of people watching - trying to make Ellie notice you. Thankfully it works, you see her take off her reading glasses and stare at you out of the corner of your eye. You sigh and turn the other way, then act surprised when you see Ellie sitting there, “Ohmygod, Miss Williams? What are you doing here?” You smile and prance over to her.

She honestly does look surprised to see you. That, or maybe it’s the cleavage. “I’m just- reading.” She coughs a little, and takes a sip of her drink. Looks like black coffee.

“Oh cool! Like for class or..?” You slightly tilt your head to the side, like a puppy.

“Nah, just for fun.” You can tell she relaxes a bit, probably after looking around and realizing no one is paying attention to either you or her. “Hey, why don’t you sit? You’re not busy right now, are you?” She gestures towards the chair across from her.

You thank her politely and sit down, smoothing out your skirt. You pull out your phone and quickly text your friend: ‘the eagle has landed😈🦅’.

You look back up, and Ellie’s just looking at you. Not in a direct or scary way, more inquisitive. You decide to get some conversation going, “What are ya reading?”

She closes the book and turns the front cover towards you, “Lolita.”

You smirk a little, recognizing the name and the cover, but never having read it yourself, “Isn’t that the one book by Nabokov?”

She clears her throat, “Yes. I’m assuming by your reaction that you’ve never read it?”

You shrug, “No. I mean, it’s pretty infamous for a reason, though, so I know the basic plot of it.”

She just hums, resting her chin in her palm and squinting at you. You feel a rise of heat make its way through your body.

You click your tongue, “Things like that shouldn’t be glorified.”

She shakes her head, “No, they shouldn’t.”

A beat, then, she takes out a cloth from her bag and starts to clean her glasses. You kick your feet in your chair, which causes the table to rock ever so slightly.

“Nice outfit, by the way.”

~

Eventually, an hour goes by, and you get a notification saying your class is in 20 minutes. Ellie is in the middle of explaining that she actually plays guitar, “…So then in the verses it’ll basically just be E flat and G minor until-“ she sees you staring at your phone. “You okay?”

You swiftly look up, flashing a nice smile, “Yeah! Yeah, sorry. Just forgot I had class this soon today.” You stand up, gathering your things into your purse. “It’s kind of across campus, and I walked here, so I better get going.”

She adjusts her glasses, “Oh.”

“Shit, I mean- Crap, I’m sorry.” You shake your head, maybe you shouldn’t swear at your teacher. “Uh, thank you for letting me sit with you, though!”

Ellie stands up too, placing her book and other things into her briefcase. “Of course. I did enjoy spending some time with you.” She smiles briefly, out of politeness.

You wave and turn around. You’re only about 20 feet in front of her, about to exit the cafe, when she clears her throat, “Would you- would you like a lift?”

You turn around to face her. She looks so unsure of herself, a direct contrast to how assertive she is in the lecture room. She’s rubbing the back of her neck with her hand, the one that hosts the end of the ferns on her tattooed forearm.

She licks her lips, “Just, if it’s across campus I don’t want you to be late. We can take my car; if that’s okay with you.” She gestures to the parking lot outside.

You pause, unconsciously biting the inside of your cheek. What if someone sees you getting out of Ellie Williams’ car? But then, you’re not doing anything wrong, are you? It’s just a quick car ride.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” You smile at Ellie and she lets out a breath, following you out into the parking lot.

When you see it, you actually audibly gasp. It’s an old Chevrolet, black and sleek and elegant. She unlocks the back door, throwing her briefcase somewhere in the back seat. There’s something more important to replace it in shotgun: you. You walk around to the passengers side, but before you can open the door, you see a familiar hand doing it for you. Your eyebrows raise, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Just call me Ellie, kay?”

Ellie gets in and starts backing up, putting her arm around the back of your seat. You swallow. God. The two of you start driving, not really having much conversation. It starts to rain, just a little bit, sprinkling.

“Uh oh.” You remark.

“Mm.” Ellie makes a wide turn, looking away from you. You sneakily check her out. You don’t know why, but it’s really her legs that get you, she definitely has all her slacks tailored. And her neck? Why are the most random parts of her so attractive.

She turns back around and sees you staring, but you try to play it off by smiling. She pulls out her phone, hooking it up to the aux, “What kinda music do ya like?”

You think, “Mmm, I guess mainly rock and pop. I’m pretty basic. Oh! I do love The Police!”

She smirks. “Good choice.”

She puts on a playlist of them. A couple songs in, you realize it’s actually a playlist she’s made, not just ‘The Police essentials’. She snakes her hand closer to you; dangerously close to your thigh. And a couple more songs later, you’re pulling up at the building where your class is.

You start to get out, thanking her and finally getting a moment to breathe some fresh air after all that tension. She starts to light up a cigarette.

She takes a long drag, but holds eye contact with you. “You doing anything after this?”

Your eyes flicker to the ground, but you look back up. You’re trying to fight that habit. “I have a class later.”

“Until what time?”

“Nine.”

“And you’re seriously going to walk home in that rain?

“It’s only sprinkling, Ellie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “Obviously I’m no meteorologist, but those dark clouds over there tell me things are gonna get a lot worse.”

You huff. “I’ll take the bus.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

You open your mouth to complain, retort, say anything to drag this out. To make her think you don’t want this, or you don’t know what you’re doing. But you just have to give in to her.

“Fine. I- thanks. You really don’t have to do that.”

“I’ll pick you up here?”

“Everybody gets out at the same time. Meet me at bus stop D.”

She nods and drives away.

~

After four long hours and your two classes over, you head out into the rain to catch the next bus. Damnit, looks like she was actually right. The rain had now begun to really pour. You quickly got on the bus and popped out your headphones. Walking On The Moon starts playing.

You’re the only one who gets off at stop D. You mumble and curse to yourself, you didn’t have Ellie’s number. How were you supposed to tell her you’re here? You did tell her class ended at 9, but what if something went wrong? I guess you had her email. Would she even check it? Was that weird? Weirder than just going back to your dorm and catching up with her later? God, it was really raining. So much for this stupid sexy outfit. You hugged yourself as best as you could to keep yourself warm.

You decided you’d wait 15 minutes, and if she wasn’t here, you’d just walk to your dorm. Thankfully, the wait wasn’t long, and she pulled up in that same sexy black car as before just a few minutes later.

You quickly get in. Her car is warm and dry. “Guess you were right!”

“What?” Ellie adjusts her glasses.

“Guess you were right,” you gesture towards the sky, “about the rain.”

She laughs, slightly raspy, agreeing with you. She puts the car in drive and starts driving in the opposite direction of the dorms.

Your head whips around, “Where are we going?”

She keeps watching the road, doesn’t even glance at you, “Thought we could use some privacy.”

She drives slowly, checking in on you every so often. She has The Police on, volume low, almost like she wants you to say something. You don’t. She switches gears a couple of times. Still without making eye contact, she places her hand on your thigh. You try not to freak out, act like it’s all normal. Act like this is any other girl. But of course, it’s not. God, if this isn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you, and you’re not even a virgin. You can feel the butterflies inside your stomach rising and then dissipating.

She pulls off onto the edge of a little field. You guys definitely won’t be seen here. It’s dark in the car, but in a calming way. She yanks up on the emergency brake and turns the car off.

Ellie doesn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly thinking to herself. She’s got both hands folded over. She looks over at you with her brows slightly furrowed, “Why is it that I can teach 400 students a day and yet you’re the only one on my mind?”

You’re shocked with how direct she is. It seems so sudden to you. You open your mouth, trying to speak, but you can’t think of anything better than “I don’t know.”

She places her hand on your thigh again, a little bit closer to the inside than the outside. She slowly rubs her thumb back and forth, like it’s habit, “You’re half my age.”

You let out a small scoff, “No I’m not. Uh.. how old are you?” God, it really sounds worse when she says it out loud.

“28.”

“Yeah, I’m not half your age.” You roll your eyes slightly.

“It’s close enough.”

You huff, “Doesn’t matter to me. How are you that young and a whole ass professor anyway? Aren’t your colleagues like 40?”

She licks her lips. “‘Cause ‘m smart.”

You smirk, “Then you better get that smart mouth over here.”

You see her eyes squint, before she reaches out to grab your waist and kiss you. You gasp a little, then melt into the kiss. All of you is melting, this is definitely better than you thought it could be.

She pulls away, exhaling, “You’re lucky I like you.”

And now your lips are back on each other. The first kiss wasn’t all chaste, but it was far from that now. She doesn’t just lick your lips, she intrudes. She’s trying to feel every inch of you, as if you could disappear at any second. It’s not like you’ve never done this before, but now with Ellie, you felt almost completely inexperienced.

Maybe she feels you tense up, just a little bit, because she slows down with her lips and her grip on you with her hands is slightly more relaxed. You sigh and deepen the kiss.

How weird it is that just a year ago you’d be buying all of her books at Barnes and Noble. Esteemed astrophysicist and author. You’d go home and read a little here and there, always finding yourself flipping to the back of the book where her picture was. Too bad it was in black and white. Of course, the internet did have photos of her, but there was just something different about having the physical version in your hands. And now, you were here. In her car. With her tongue in the back of your throat. Nice. Honestly, living the dream.

She groans and shifts in her seat, trying to top you as much as she can in this position. You’re full on making out now. It’s messy and dangerously slow and yet somehow coveys the need that you guys have for each other, especially when she slips a hand under your shirt.

She pulls away, pure passion and longing in her eyes. You laugh and pull your shirt off and over your head, not even thinking about how Ellie is still fully dressed right now.

This goes on for a couple more minutes. You can feel yourself getting antsy, “Ellie…”

Both of her hands are on your bare waist, and you realize how warm she feels compared to the cooling car now that it’s turned off. She shakes her head, staring at you, “This shouldn’t be happening.”

“But it is.” You raise your eyebrows slightly.

She squints at you, but doesn’t remove her grip on your waist, “Do you want to stop?”

“No.. do you?”

“Fuck no.” And she pushes you against the car door, lips connecting, trying but failing to crawl on top of you.

She curses under her breath, then instructs you to pull your seat back, “Move the passenger seat back f’me, Hon.”

You do as she tells you, chuckling softly, “Hey, this is just like that Chappell Roan song.”

She just looks at you, confused, “The what?”

You stare at her. How has she never heard of Chappell? “Never mind.” You shake your head.

She quickly goes back to shamelessly making out with you. You swear at one point you hear something that’s more of a moan come out of her mouth and right into yours. She pulls away, peppering little kisses near your lips, “Fuck, I need ya so bad right now.”

You just nod, and start silently taking off your skirt. She helps you, tugging it down your legs, sucking air through her teeth when she sees you in just your underwear.

“I’m guessing you specifically wore this just to drive me insane?” She raises an eyebrow at you, dangling your skirt in front of you with one hand.

You nod, out of breath, “Yeah, and thank god it worked.” You smile teasingly at her.

She kisses you again, spreading open mouthed kisses all over your neck and collarbones. Your hands instinctively reach up for her support, clamoring to her hair and the back of her neck. She just huffs and starts sucking at your neck in return. You can’t help but moan, your head getting thrown back to let her have more of you. Even just this feels incredible, and you didn’t even realize you were grinding up into her until she comments on it, “It’s okay sweet girl, I gotcha.”

You whimper as she tugs on your underwear, looking at you as her way of asking to take them off. You swallow, nodding. Was it just chilly in here, or were you actually shaking from anticipation? Ugh, how embarrassing.

With your last piece of clothing finally off, Ellie finally has you all to herself. She stares at you, studying your body.

“Tell me what you want.” She says lowly, voice commanding.

Shit. “Uh.. I-“ you start, barely above a whisper. Well this is definitely not any better than giving a presentation in class. You take one deep breath. “I want your fingers.”

She hums, hands roaming up and down your body wherever she damn pleases.

“And where would that be?”

You whine, bucking your hips up out of impatience, “Ellie, come on. You know.”

“Mmm, but I’m not done teasing you.” She smiles slyly, leaning up to your ear to whisper to you, “Be a good girl and listen to your professor, huh?”

You actually moan at just her words, just the audacity of her being able to say something so dominating.

You tug at the collar of her shirt, realizing that she was still fully clothed. That really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. It’s like she was taking care of you. You slowly grab her right hand. The one with the tattoo on it. You lick your lips, bringing her fingers down to where you need it most, “Right here. Please. I need it.”

She spreads you. Slightly - enough to feel all of you comfortably. Her mouth drops open at how wet you are.

You whimper, completely unashamed at this point, and she’s not even in you yet. Ellie looks into your eyes as she slides her middle finger inside of you, gauging your reaction. You gasp when she starts to move, slowly at first. She nods to herself, so small that if you weren’t intently watching her, you would have missed it. She adds her ring finger, stretching you in a comfortable way.

She pauses for a few seconds, letting you adjust. But you’re losing it. Every moment she spends inside of you and not moving makes you so, so desperate.

“Ellie. I’m going fucking crazy right now. Move your fingers.. please.” You pant.

She laughs to herself, low and raspy, then finally starts moving her fingers.

You’re a moaning mess instantly, can’t make out words anymore even if you tried. Just hearing yourself speak makes you sound so pathetic, “Oh my- holy shit. Don’t stop. H-holy shit, Ellie-“

Your eyes at this point are closed, but you can tell she’s grinning by the way her voice sounds: cunning and desirous.

“Come on, my sweet girl, give it to me. Shit- there ya go. I’ve got it - jus’ keep feelin’ good for me, baby.”

Ellie fucking Williams was finger fucking you in her car. Dear god, this is gonna be one hell of a story. You feel something deep and vulnerable inside of you rising.

At this point you’re already so close, it’s not even funny. Your vision is totally tunneled right now - you’re only thinking of Ellie. She rests her other arm over you while fucking you faster and harder. Her face is directly above yours - seeing and hearing every moan.

“I’m- Ellie- fuck! You’re gonna make me cum.” You literally cry out, you’re panting and shaking and yet you never want this feeling right here to end.

“God, you’re so hot. I’m here, I gotcha. Want you to cum for me.”

And you do. Your vision goes black for a split second as white hot pure pleasure ignites throughout your entire body. And Ellie guides you through it all, babbling on with her dirty talk and slowing her movements down so as to not overstimulate you.

After your orgasm is completely done, you just lay there, trying to catch your breath. Ellie pulls out of you and wince a little, not because it hurt, but because you were already so used to her being inside of you.

You look up at her, she’s got this expression on her face you’ve honestly never seen before: She’s grinning. Fully. And her eyes are crinkling in just the right places that it makes your stomach do a flip all over again.

You stay silent, wanting her to do the talking. Half out of exhaustion, half out of not wanting to say something wrong.

Before you can properly register it, Ellie’s kissing you again. Slower, this time. She brushes the stray strands of hair out of your face and carefully pulls away from you, “Hey, think you got one more in you?”

You sigh, nodding, “Wanna switch it up, though.”

She smirks, “Good thing I have an idea.”

You two were now in her back seat, sitting and facing each other. She unbuttons her shirt a few from the top, commenting about how the car windows have steamed up. You’re still completely naked, but now you feel imbalanced.

“Ellie.. can you take something off?” You look away and mumble the last part, really almost being too embarrassed to ask. She stills for a moment and nods, reaching down to the buckle still holding her high waisted pants up. When she’s done, she slips those off too, leaving you with a view of her just in her boxers and slightly buttoned up shirt.

She grabs your hips, pulling you closer, but not to kiss you this time. She pats her thigh, initiating you to come sit on her. Oh my god. You look at her with a slightly confused expression.

“I’ve seen you staring at my legs when you think I’m not looking.” She holds your chin softly in her hand, tilting your head up so you can’t escape her gaze. “Come ride on me. Make yourself feel good.”

You’re genuinely taken aback. Not because she caught you staring, but because of her request. “That’s so…. Wow.”

She rubs your hips absentmindedly, “You don’t wanna do it?”

You swallow, “I mean. I never said that.” You’re really bad at stalling.

“C’mon. Do it for me, baby.”

And with one last mental shove, you let yourself sink down onto Ellie’s thigh. You hum at the feeling - her bare skin is so warm.

You don’t know what to do. It’s not like this is the craziest thing in the world, but you’ve always found yourself in more… typical positions. You look up at her, “Can you.. can you guide me?”

Ellie smiles softly and nods, placing her strong hands on your hips again. You start to move as you straddle her, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ as you realize how turned on and aching you are again. She does as you requested, moving you with her hands until you find a comfortable rhythm.

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. The attention to your clit was long overdue. Your hips stutter at the feeling, but this just eggs you on even more.

Your wetness is starting to get onto Ellie’s thigh. She groans at the feeling, “God, you’re such a good girl.”

You moan, guttural and raw, “Shit- say that again.” You’re moving your hips faster now, absolutely loving the duality of the friction and her undivided attention as she watches you.

She leans closer to your ear, like how she did before. She whispers, soft and sensual, “You’re my fucking good girl. So beautiful like this, getting yourself off with barely any help. So needy and desperate.”

You whine, whimper, whatever you have to do to let her know you’re close.

“Please cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

As soon as she says this, it’s over. You come undone on her thigh. Moaning, you wrap your arms around her waist to steady yourself.

Her hands are still holding you firmly, guiding you through your second orgasm. You slump over her, all your limbs becoming jelly as you rest your chin on her shoulder. A bit of post orgasm clarity hits, and you feel dirty and naughty, but in the best way possible.

“You did so good for me, baby.”

~

It’s still raining as Ellie pulls up outside of the dorm building. You two drove the way back in silence. It was slightly dicey, but mostly comfortable. She puts the car in park and turns to look at you. She looks calm, smiling slightly.

You look back at her, too tired to do anything but shoot back a soft smile. You open the door, closing it back up once you feel the wet rain on you. “Mm, it’s cold out there.” You whine.

Ellie playfully scoffs and rolls her eyes at you. She unbuckles, “Hold on. Think I got somethin’ in the trunk.”

She slides back into the drivers seat with a blanket. It has a print of Jurassic Park on it. You thank her, covering yourself and running inside.

~

The next day you walk through the Scientology of space building, toward Ellie’s lecture room. You smooth out your shirt, the red, yellow, and blue of The Police’s synchronicity album looking extra bright on a beautiful day like this.

You take you usual seat, towards the right in the back. You’re just on your phone, scrolling through instagram, when you hear giggling and whispering a couple of seats to the left of you. Usually this wouldn’t catch your attention, but when someone says your name you instantly whip your head over to look at them.

There’s three of your classmates, standing together in a little group. You recognize one of them from your dorm floor. He smirks at you, “You had fun last night?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you just throw a confused expression on your face, “What?”

The other people around him giggle. He raises an eyebrow at you, “Coming out of Miss Williams’ car when it’s dark. Seriously?”

Your face heats up instantly. You stand up, “Nothing even happened. We were just hanging out.” You try defending yourself.

One of the girls chimes in, “Yeah right. What 19 year old is hanging out with her professor late at night?”

You stand up, mumbling ‘What-fucking-ever’ as you grab your bag and speed walk out of the lecture room.

You’re briskly walking down the halls of the building, trying to get out without attracting attention. You turn a random corner and see the staff room. You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a familiar voice whispering. “Look, I don’t know what to fucking do, okay? We were sitting together in the cafe and I gave her a ride to her next class. That’s it. Nobody should have seen otherwise.”

Another female voice pops up, “Well then obviously she talked to someone.” Her voice hushed, “You need to sort this out ASAP, Ellie.”

Ellie scoffs, “You think I don’t know that?!”

This time, a male voice, “Dina’s right. This can’t get any bigger or you could lose your job. Right now it’s a misunderstanding, but soon enough it’ll become a rumor.”

“For fucks sake, Jesse. People already believe it! I will not lose my career over this.”

You step into the edge of the doorframe. As soon as Ellie sees you, she starts to shake and cough. She excuses herself from her conversation with her colleagues and walks up to you. “Come with me.”

She finds an empty conference room, letting you in first and shutting the door behind herself. You don’t know what to say. You just stand there looking at her like a shot doe.

She’s standing close to the door, blocking it in case you try to escape. You don’t, you just want to sort this out. She crosses her arms, huffing at you, “Well. Are you proud of yourself?”

“What?”

You see her grinding her teeth, trying not to blow up at you, “Can you just not play dumb for one second?”

You’re absolutely stunned. How can this be the same women who was so kind and chivalrous to you yesterday? You feel tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes. Your throat burns.

She scoffs, gesturing towards you, “Nice shirt, by the way.”

You put your hands up in defense, tears threatening to spill. “No, I- Ellie. Some kids saw me stepping out of your car and walking into the dorm building.”

Her face softens in an instant. She takes a long pause. Now it’s her turn to say, ‘What?’

“I was just waiting in your classroom. I was.. sitting down and some assholes came up to me and were mentioning it. That’s why I came to find you. To talk about it.”

She pinches the bride of her nose. “Well. Shit.”

You take a step closer to her, testing to see if she had calmed down, “Ellie. I didn’t tell anyone. I promise.”

She sighs, a big look of regret on her face. She apologizes, saying something about wanting to cook you a fancy meal as a peace offering, and before you know it, she’s walking out the door towards her classroom.

You follow after her, “Um, what are you doing?”

She turns back on her heel, smiling at you, “I’m about to go talk some sense into those bitches.”

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[hedwig221b]

Do you have recommendations for Jock Stiles fics? 🥵

Here you go💕

Hotsky to Trotsky by paintedrecs

Derek had his future mapped out: there'd be graduation, followed by college, followed by (he hoped) a good grad school, then a career as a professor whose students didn't spend their time flicking paper footballs at each other and obsessing over their dating lives. He had good friends, a good family, and no time to focus on distractions like high school gossip or relationships. He hadn't factored Stiles Stilinski - lacrosse player, class clown, part of the popular crowd, currently spending his entire day staring at Derek and smiling - into his plans.

read the signs by bleep0bleep

Sure, Derek isn’t how they became a thing really, he doesn’t really know why awesome lacrosse player, popular and funny Stiles Stilinski even likes awkward, nerdy, Derek, but he does. Which is why Derek takes it personally when Cora laughs at him and says, “Dude, there’s no way you are dating Stiles Stilinski.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk

"Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don't believe I'm genuinely interested in you, then I'll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?” Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch

"What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?” Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.” Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.” or A Breakfast Club AU

Wanna Dance? by one-fandom-became-all-fandoms (Sara36913)

Stiles hates it when Derek picks on him. Derek hates it when Stiles rejects him. Eventually, the two work out their frustrations.

Your Voice is My Favorite Sound by army_of_angels

Derek has had a crush on Stiles since Freshman Year. It's Junior Year and suddenly Stiles is paying attention to him but it's probably some sort of prank, right?

I'll Be Yours, If You're Mine by mercury_caduceus

Derek has been pining over Stiles Stilinski for three years but he knows nothing will ever happen. Derek is the nerdy kid that nobody really talks to and Stiles is one of the most popular kids in school. Stiles barely even knows he exists. Right?

Frat Flirt by LadyDrace

Stiles keeps inviting Derek to things. It's very suspicious.

Grey Rainbow by PencilTrash

"Stiles?” Derek glanced at Stiles’ sleeping form. He didn’t even twitch. Derek continued. “If we…” his lips curved in a fond smile, fingers moving to smooth the creases of Stiles’ eyebrows, his voice coming as whisper. “… as in, you and me - If we get a chance someday… any day, to be together, y’know? I wouldn't mind you wooing me with flowers and all that cliched romantic shit. And you can even flirt with me. I approve.” He gazed at Stiles’ calm face for a long while before drifting off into quiet slumber with the sound of Stiles’ soft snoring in the background. [aka, after pinning for his best friend for four years, Derek learns his teenage crush is easy, but his life isn’t]

Chance Encounters by haletostilinski

Derek is studying on the grass on his college campus when he gets hit with a football out of nowhere, and the jock who comes to retrieve the ball and apologize to Derek takes his breath away. It really sucks that he'll most likely never see him again.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job. In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.

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[silverynight]

The long way home

Based on the mha final volume leaks. Contains spoilers

Angst with happy ending

It doesn't occur to Katsuki that he's losing Izuku until Kirishima says something that hurts him deep inside.

"It looks like Bakugo is getting rejected!" He says it as it's something funny because he has no idea how much it pains Katsuki to hear it; he doesn't know all the things the pro hero has realized at that exact moment.

Katsuki grips the steering wheel tighter until his knuckles turn white; nobody notices his distress because Izuku is in the back seat, and Kirishima is too busy looking at the young teacher who's blinking in confusion.

Izuku has always been quite dense when it comes to feelings, but Katsuki didn't know how bad it was until now.

"Huh?"

"He wants you to work at his hero agency, dude."

Kirishima is not wrong, but he's not exactly right either; Katsuki's offer is just another way to remind Izuku all the things they dreamed of as kids. They had always wanted to work together; kicking villain's asses side by side. But Katsuki also wants an excuse to see him every single day.

He hoped Izuku could understand that, but he either doesn't or maybe he simply refuses to acknowledge it.

Either way. It hurts.

"Alright." He mumbles then because he doesn't know what to say. Then, after a while, it occurs to him that his job offer could be interpreted another way. "Shit! Uhh... I didn't mean it like a sidekick! We can... it can be our agency if you want to."

Katsuki catches a glimpse of Izuku's smile through the rear view mirror, and he regrets looking at it in the first place because he's always loved that smile.

"Sorry, Kacchan, but I still want to be a teacher, so I don't think I'll have too much time for that."

He can't help but grimace at that, but he tries to focus on the road ahead.

"I understand," he says after a while.

Finally, Kirishima senses that something's wrong because he starts talking about the party.

Maybe he can have another opportunity later that night.

He sits as close to Izuku as possible and drinks as much as he does, leaning his body closer and closer, mostly because his childhood friend doesn't protest.

Katsuki is glad to see the other losers, he has missed them, and he knows he should try to spend more time with them because he hasn't seen them in ages, and he makes sure to see his nerd regularly, but he still wants to be with Izuku even more.

However, since he's constantly looking at the nerd closely, he notices that Izuku's eyes are focused elsewhere.

He's looking at Uraraka.

Katsuki feels a second stab of pain that night; his mind is a bit too clouded with alcohol to try to behave like a fucking adult so he does something the high-school version of himself would.

"Oi, nerd!"

"Huh?" Izuku blinks his pretty green eyes at him, and even though he's clearly distracted thinking about something else, Katsuki feels a bit better because he's no longer looking at Round cheeks.

"Keep your eyes on me."

"Oh, right!" Izuku mumbles, face turning slightly pink. "I'm sorry! We're you saying something?"

Katsuki wasn't saying anything, but he comes up with something on the spot because he can't stand Izuku paying too much attention to anyone that's not him.

After a few hours, Uraraka leaves first, and Katsuki feels a bit relieved until he notices that Izuku is looking at the entrance too.

"Someone special on your mind?" Aoyama gets closer to their table and puts a hand around Izuku's shoulders; he's a bit drunk too.

"Everyone is special to me!" Izuku says immediately, and even though Katsuki knows why he says that (he's always acting like a selfless idiot), this time, it pisses him off more than ever.

"That's like saying nobody is!" He hisses. "It's okay to have special people in your life, even though you always want to save everyone! I have someone special too!"

Izuku must know, he has to. Katsuki spent years working to buy that suit for him so they could be pro heroes together.

Ask me about it. Please. Let me tell you how special you are to me.

"I don't know, Kacchan... maybe you're right. But that's not how I see things at the moment."

"I can't take you home tonight," he says, only because he's bitter now. He regrets it almost immediately. "I... have to wake up early to meet with Edgeshot tomorrow."

"It's okay, Kacchan. I can take the bus."

When they're outside the stablishment, Katsuki is already thinking about telling Izuku he was wrong and that he won't have to see Edgeshot until the day after tomorrow, but Izuku is already walking away from him.

"I'll see if I can catch up with Uraraka! I have to tell her something important!"

That's when it hits him again, the sensation that he's losing Izuku.

When Katsuki goes back to his apartment, one that's too big for one person, he collapses on the couch and drinks even more. He tears up a bit, but that's something he won't ever tell anyone.

Katsuki narrows his eyes at the All Might statue that can be seen from the window, and he suddenly has the certainty that Izuku will reject his offer to live together, even though he fucking bought that apartment for him.

***

He finds out three days after that, and even though he was expecting it, it still hurts like fucking hell when Izuku tells him he's dating Uraraka now.

He doesn't know what to say, and frankly, he doesn't trust his voice at the moment, so he nods and drives Izuku to the UA as he usually does.

"Are you okay, Kacchan?"

Apparently he's doing a shitty job at hiding his true feeling because even the most oblivious person alive can tell there's something wrong with him.

Katsuki nods again, looking away from Izuku, as his friend gets out the car.

"You don't look fine, you should take the day off."

"I'm fucking amazing. Shut up."

"O-Okay, Kacchan." Izuku takes a few steps back, but he doesn't smile because he's clearly worried about him.

By noon he realizes the nerd was right after all; he should've taken the day off. He's so distracted he's making the same stupid mistakes an intern makes on their first day at work.

Since he can't risk civilian lives, he decides to go back to his fucking big apartment alone.

He knows Pinky would've told him that the best thing to cure heartbreak is time, that he should walk away, avoid contacting Izuku for a while, maybe go to another place for a few weeks and move on.

But Katsuki is not sure he can do that. He's spent most of his life wanting to be by Izuku's side, and even though in his dream they were more than friends, that doesn't mean he'll walk away just because Izuku doesn't love him the way he does.

But it fucking hurts.

It doesn't get better after a few weeks, but at least Katsuki learns to control his emotions better; he gets to teach a few things to Izuku's students, and see his nerd in action, wearing the suit Katsuki gave him.

When things like that happen, Katsuki almost forgets how painful his heartbeat gets sometimes.

But then Izuku talks about her. And it's not like he hates Round cheeks; she's a great hero and a reliable former classmate, but Katsuki can't help but feel awful every time the nerd mentions her name.

He doesn't hate her, but he really wants something she has.

Even though they don't have been dating for long, Katsuki's worst nightmare turns into an irrational fear and he wonders if it's too early to tell Izuku he doesn't want to go to his fucking wedding; he hasn't said anything about that, but Katsuki wants to make sure Izuku is aware that he doesn't want to go through that.

Whenever they hang out together, Izuku asks for relationship advice, and Katsuki almost laughs at the absurdity of the situation; he's sure Izuku has no idea how much he's hurting him.

He fucking tries to be mature abou it, but sometimes his old self takes control and says things Katsuki has promised to keep inside his head and his stupid broken heart.

"Break up with her."

"Kacchan! We only had a minor argument!"

Katsuki shrugs, like he's not dying to yell at Izuku for not noticing what's in front of him.

"I have no idea what you should do then. Why do you keep asking me? I don't have a clue how relationships work!"

"You haven't dated anyone?"

"No."

"Why not?" Izuku looks confused, and Katsuki wants nothing more than to throw his beer at him, so he stops looking stupidly cute when he's breaking his heart all over again.

Because the love of my life is in love with someone else, that's fucking why!

"Mind your own business."

"Right. Sorry, Kacchan!" Izuku pouts before Katsuki can look away. He feels bad immediately, and allows himself to take the nerd's hand for a moment.

"I just don't want to talk about it, alright?" He says, more kindly.

"It's okay, Kacchan."

***

At first, when he realizes what woke him up is his phone, Katsuki thinks it's something to do with a villain attack, but then he actually sees the screen, and the contact reads: Izuku.

He answers immediately, thinking something happened to him, but after a few seconds he figures out Izuku is fine; he just wants to talk to him.

It must be about Uraraka.

Katsuki is aware that he can tell Izuku it's his day off and he wants to fucking sleep for once, but he also knows that won't happen.

It doesn't matter what Izuku feels, he's still the love of Katsuki's life, and he'll always be there for him.

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, but... can I go to your apartment?"

Katsuki agrees, and he's quickly hiding the picture of Izuku wearing his hero suit that he decided to print and put in a frame.

He makes coffee for himself and tea for the nerd; by the time he arrives there's a cup for him waiting on the counter.

"We decided to end things."

Katsuki is not prepared for the news, and he honestly thinks he's dreaming for a moment, until he notices that Izuku is not crying.

"Why?" He manages to ask, trying not to feel hopeful or let the relief he feels show on his face.

"We realized it was not what we truly wanted," he mumbles, looking down at his cup. "But we're still friends!"

"I'm glad," he doesn't mind to hide the sincerity in his voice. "So you came all the way here to tell me that?"

Izuku shakes his head, smile coming back to his lips; Katsuki missed that smile, he wonders why he hadn't seen it in a long time.

He wants to kiss that smile, but he doesn't move because he's afraid of ruining everything between them.

"I... Being with Uraraka made me realize a lot of things," he says, almost in a whisper, looking flustered. "I've spent so many years teaching and convincing myself that was what I truly wanted, that I started believing it. I just... I think I'm afraid of something else happening and forcing me to quit my dreams again. But I can't let fear stop me from doing something I wanted since I was a child. So, if there's still a place in your agency for me, I'd like to work there... with you."

Katsuki is tempted to pinch himself to make sure he's not dreaming, but instead he pulls Izuku into his arms, and breathes in his green curls.

"It's our agency. It has always been ours."

***

Working with the nerd has its many benefits, but it has a few drawbacks, like the fact that Katsuki can't stop himself from smiling like and idiot every time Izuku is around. His fans online have started to find his behavior suspicious, and there are so many pictures of him looking like a besotted idiot he thanks the forces of the universe that the nerd is not that active on social media.

His friends know what's going on, although he suspects Kirishima knew for a very long time, and they have tried to encourage him to confess. Even Uraraka has talked to him about it (she's dating a very good-looking woman now) and told him it was time to get his head off his ass.

But Katsuki doesn't want to ruin the amazing bond he has with Izuku now, even though he yearns for more.

He's thinking about this as they spend their day off at Katsuki's place, eating pizza and watching a very inaccurate All Might documentary. They like to point out all the things they got wrong about their mentor.

Suddenly, the smile on Izuku's face vanishes and he goes quiet for a moment.

"I want to tell you something important, Kacchan."

Katsuki grimaces immediately, thinking his nerd is about to tell him he's dating someone else.

"I think... I'm in love with you."

The words don't seem real, even though he knows they are, in his dreams, Izuku is always in his arms when he confesses, and in the others, he confesses first with a very intense kiss on the lips.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you. I... hope this doesn't ruin our friendship or makes it difficult to work together. I know you don't feel the same, but-"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" He doesn't mean to yell, but the fact that Izuku is still oblivious is something Katsuki can't believe.

Izuku visibly recoils from him, and Katsuki feels like an asshole immediately.

"I still want to be your friend, Kacchan! I'm sorry if it made you mad!"

"Idiot," Katsuki says in the most kind, soft voice he's heard himself use to address someone else. It's ridiculous, and yet he knows he's going to be like this for the rest of his life, but he doesn't care. He pulls the nerd into his arms. "How could you not see that I've been in love with you this whole time?"

"Really?"

This time, Katsuki kisses him, and even though it's messy and desperate it feels like coming home after a long journey.

When they're lying on Katsuki's bed, facing each other, Izuku grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers together. Katsuki takes his eyes off a very nice mark he left on his nerd's neck, so he can look directly at him instead.

"Kacchan."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry it took me so long to... get home."

"It's alright," Katsuki pulls him into his arms again, feeling Izuku's hearbeat against his chest. "I wasn't going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here for you."

"I love you too, Kacchan."

***

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[iamnmbr3]

I find it incredibly creepy how Dumbledore views Riddle as being this sort of inherently seductive 'femme fatale' type. In book 6 he implies that Tom used his looks to endear himself to his teachers when he started school and hide his supposedly inherently evil and corrupt nature.

Like. Albus. DUDE. Tom was ELEVEN. Why would you assume that teachers would be swayed by or even paying attention to the attractiveness of an eleven year old?! WTAF?

And then he portrays the Hepzibah Smith memory as another example of Tom using his seductive charms for evil. But although he does bring her flowers he doesn't do anything else to encourage her and in fact seems uncomfortable and determined to keep the conversation focused on work.

She is actually the one who is being creepy here given the power differential between them. I mean, yes, Tom is putting up with her because it suits his designs for the moment and could and would kill her in a second if provoked. But even though we know that she certainly doesn't. As far as she knows she's creeping on this young store clerk without wealth or connections whose job depends on keeping her happy.

And certainly while she enjoys his looks and his attention she also seems quite happy with the persona he puts on where he addresses her in a highly respectful manner, not as an equal. She's certainly not complaining about how he calls her Miss Hepzibah or asking him to drop the honorific. She likes that. She likes that he addresses her not much differently than how her House Elf does. She likes his whole "I am only a poor assistant, madam, who must do as he is told" thing. And as far as she knows he is just that, with no particular special power or talent other than his good looks which she evidently appreciates. This is not him leading on and taking advantage of an innocent sweet old lady.

And yes he brings her flowers, presumably to keep her happy, but other than that he tries to keep the conversation professional and steer the discussion towards the purpose of his visit. He doesn't say anything overtly flirtatious or even try to prolong their discussion by asking to see some of her other things.

She brings that up on her own. Nor is there any indication that he is the one that decided to move their relationship in this direction. It seems more like she saw a young and good looking man, apparently far below her in terms of station and magical power, and made her move. He probably isn't the first.

The way she casually touches him is just so creepy to me. And though he tolerates it, he did nothing to encourage or solicit it. Riddle is someone who is in general quite averse to touch. We only see him voluntarily touch one person in 7 books and that's when he touches Harry, just for a second in book 4, just to show that he can. I don't think he enjoys this kind of attention. He was probably glad to kill her for more than just the purpose of getting the cup and the locket.

And yet none of her creepiness is acknowledged. Instead, Dumbledore draws our attention to how Riddle cruelly seduced and murdered a nice old lady whose affections he sought and then betrayed:

[mvxiie]

jealous (?) guy bestfriend x male reader

pt. 1

what has gotten into you lately? kian stood there, thinking. his internal question still lingering as he watched you, sitting on the couch, giggling like a little school girl while texting away on your phone.

he knew the reason as to why you were soo.. giddy.

you met a girl, started talking, late nights sending memes and gifs to each other, went on a couple dates.. boom. you're dating. .. but why did it bother your best friend so much? you didn't notice his off behavior. how he's been more distant, he's been calling less, not many frequent visits to each other's place anymore. that means no more taco tuesdays, you're doing that with HER now.. no more random late night drives, no more bar hopping, no more.. anything.

why is kian being soooo distant all of a sudden? we're still bros, nothings gonna change that!

right?

[ name ].

of course you don't answer.

[ name ].

ah- yeah? hol on holon-- sar is telling me something, lemme finish reading this text from her

bro, do you even care anymore?

kian sat on the couch next to him, sighing heavily. this is unbelievable.. you're at his house- HIS HOUSE. and you're seriously pulling this shit? you can't put the fucking phone down for more than a literal minute, this is so suffocating.

he thought of something, his lips curling up into a smile. hey, [ name ]. you know that new game that just came out? you wanna go out and get it before its gone---

oh, dude, are you talkin about gta 6? sarah bought it for us last week, we've been playing it since. it's seriously so fucking addicting, the plot is a lot more interesting this time than the last gta. you should buy it and see for yourself.

bro, what the fuck. it's-- it's like

is he invisible?

kian, your friend of 8 years, was fucking replaced by a girl. a girl?? a girl. your girlfriend.

it's like you completely forgot he was ever even in your life. everything you guys have ever done, it's all being replaced by her. her. fucking sarah. what kinda name is sarah anyway? so basic, sucha basic stupid fucking name for a gir---

hey dude, i'm gonna bounce. sarah has her period right now and she's got like reeaally bad cramps.

oh yeah, no, that's cool. are we still on to go to the movi--

kay, thanks! you're a good friend. you get my situation so much. later loser.

'you get my situation so much, later loser'?

..

WHAT THE FUCK??

anger and jealousy rising, bubbling inside of him. he grabbed the end of the coffee table and flipped it over, throwing it to the other side of the room.

SARAH AND HER STUPID FUCKING CRAMPS?? REALLY? IS THAT SUCH AN EXCUSE? YOU CAN'T BE AWAY FROM HIM FOR A FUCKING HOUR YOU STUPID- BITCH!

yelling out into the void of his home, plopping himself onto the couch again, his fingers grabbing and yanking at his hair, eyes watering slightly, tears threatening to pour.

why won't you fucking notice me? i'm your best friend, me! kian! i've been with you since we were thirteen!! and now she comes strolling in your life, you completely forget 8 years of your life, just like that??

enraged. the jealousy is too much to handle.

he has to make a stand somehow. show you that he's here too and that she isn't the only person in your pathetic fucking life.

he has to make you understand. understand where he's coming from.

maybe he should follow you back home? yeah, that sounds good. maybe he could yell some sense into that dumb blonde girl too while he's at it.

he grabbed his keys off the countertop, yanking his coat off the hanger and shoving himself out the door.

he's gonna learn that i'm the only person he should be paying attention to.

[ssivinee]

❥ 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

Non-idol! Shin Yuna x Athletic! F reader x Non-idol! Kim Minjeong: (University AU) Yuna is known for being the queen bee at school, while you seem to be her one-sided prized possession. This quickly changes Yuna’s mind when Minjeong seemingly takes her spotlight from you.

Word Count: 3.2 k

Author's Note: SURPRISE GIRLY POPS... it's in caps cause I miss it here, ngl. Anywayyyyy, I'll probably be sleeping by the time this is released, but I seriously hope you all enjoy this after I've been away for so long🥹. Just remember, this is all fiction! OH, OH, and read the notes at the end, please!

On a typical Monday at the University, Shin Yuna, the campus queen, walked into her first class. She finds her friends on the left side of the large lecture hall, and she waves to them.

"Hey girlie," her best friend, Yeji, greets her with a hug. "So what’d I miss today?" Asking about the latest tea since Yuna starts her Mondays later than the other girls.

As the girls began gossiping, another group of girls began walking in, all of them tall. It was some of the girls on their school's basketball team were Yunjin, Kazuha, Aisha, Chaeyoung, and their captain Y/n.

While coming in, each girl held iced coffee in one hand and their duffle bags on the other shoulder. This made Yuna perk up at the presence of her long-time crush. From Y/n's peripheral view, she saw Yuna staring, which gave her a faint smile, which caused the girl to wave at her flirtatiously.

Yuna's friends notice and giggle at her usual antics. "I'll never understand why you won't ask the girl out. I know you preferred to be asked out, but c'mon," Lia tells her, and Yuna just smirks.

"Stand up, girlie," Ryujin jokes and laughs at the girl's bad mood. Yuna flails her hands lightly. "Don't worry; no one would dare try taking her away from me, and besides, I know how to get her attention."

"Sure you do," Chaeryeong says with much sarcasm. "Look, you know she only pays attention to you when you talk to her, and that's not even 50% of the time."

"Doesn't matter. I know how to get what I want."

The basketball team gathered in the school gym after classes, heading to the locker room to change. As they finished up, Yuna and her posse strolled in to watch, as was their usual routine. Almost on cue, Y/N emerged, dressed in a tight white tank top, purple basketball shorts, dark grey basketball shoes, and a messy bun.

Yuna, always forthright about her feelings, couldn't deny the effect watching Y/N practice had on her. She often wondered how she'd manage to keep her composure if they were ever alone in the gym.

"Yuna's here again, man," Aisha noted, nudging the captain, who acknowledged with a knowing look.

"Just ask her out already," Yunjin chimed in, giving Y/N a supportive pat on the back.

"I barely know her, dude. Besides, I'd want to be friends first before dating anyone. Yuna and I are like... acquaintance level," Y/N replied, shrugging off the suggestion but feeling the subtle tension in the air.

"Shhh, don't say that out loud. You'd break her heart," Chaeyoung jokes in a whisper tone. "I'd straight up tell her to be friends first. I like slow and steady relationships, not one I jump into."

"Preach, girl," Kazuha says as they high-five. "Alright, chop, chop, girls. Stretch, then drills, and practice defense today. We have a game coming up at the end of the week, and we need to be ready." Your husky voice echoed throughout the entire gym.

"God, she's so sexy, ugh~." Yuna was almost always sexually frustrated whenever she had her eyes on you. "What if you get her a drink, girly?" Chaeryeong suggested, and as if Yuna had a light bulb flicker, she goes out to a vending machine to buy a small blue Gatorade.

After 2 hours of practice, Yuna stayed behind as her girls left, and amongst the sea of athletes leaving the locker room, she found Y/n.

"Hey," Yuna greets her softly, "Oh, Yuna, what's up?" "I wanted to give this to you during practice, but I was kinda distracted. Sorry," She hands over the drink, making Y/n raise a brow. "Distracted from what?"

"I can't say," Yuna bites her lips with a lingering flirty tone. "Uhuh, right," Y/n says, catching on very quickly, "Thanks, though. This is my favorite drink."

She keeps the drink in her bag, "Sorry to cut this conversation super short, but I have to make it home by 6, so I really have to get going." Before the captain could even take a step, Yuna gave her a quick hug, shocking her a little. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

The next day, Yuna was late to her classes due to her oversleeping. In her own words, 'I'm already late, so why rush?' When she makes her way the to the classroom, she finds her group of friends some what mumbling to each other.

"What's going on?"

The group stops and goes silent while looking at Yuna, scared of what's to come. "We have to tell you something, but you can't be mad, okay?"

"Sure," Yuna drags out suspiciously. "Well, Principle Jinyoung asked some students to show newcomers around, and Y/n was one of them, and we heard one of them has been getting kinda close with her."

...

"What?"

As Yuna was about to throw the biggest fit, Y/n was almost across the campus as she ended the tour of the new pair of students. Their names where Kim Minjeong and Kim Chaewon, the two were cousins. Y/n couldn't deny the two girls were attractive, but Minjeong's personality was drawing her in.

The jokes, random noises and faces, the care for her cousin, her mannerisms, everything put a genuine smile on Y/n's face. "I've been meaning to ask, do you guys have a cheer team? We wanted to try out."

"Uh, we do, and I believe tryouts are today since they're using the gym, but you should check with the cheer captain," Y/n tells them.

It was tryout time for the cheer squad, and as the team prepared, Minjeong and Chaewon stood among the lineup of eager teens. While Chaewon looked visibly anxious, Minjeong wore a confident expression, her smile radiating cheerfulness.

The cheer team entered the gym in full uniform, the last girl, presumably the captain, holding a clipboard with an air of authority. Standing in the center, she scanned each student with a critical eye, then began pointing. "You, you, you, and you. Leave, please. You're not making the cut. Thank you," she finished with a snarky tone that took the cousins by surprise. They hadn’t expected such bluntness.

"Now that I actually like what I see, let me start by introducing myself. My name is Shin Yuna, and I’m the team captain. This is the vice-captain, Hwang Yeji," she announced, motioning to the girl beside her.

"When we call your name, you will start immediately," Yuna continued, taking a seat behind the table along with the rest of the team. She began calling names, about 17 within the span of 10 minutes. Minjeong, keeping count, noted that around 9 people remained. Yuna was ruthless in her judgments, offering no second chances. A single mistake meant immediate dismissal.

"Look, as much as we need girls, there are only three spots open, and I need perfection. If you think you can't give that... well, leave now," Yuna declared, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Minjeong watched as four more students left, two girls and two boys, one of them on the verge of tears. She exchanged a determined look with Chaewon, her resolve only strengthening.

"And then there were five," one of the cheerleaders remarked mockingly.

"Kim Minjeong," Yuna called, her voice echoing through the gym.

She goes up into position, which Yuna considers, "she doesn't seem nervous, huh?" Ryujin asks, and Yuna smirks. She liked this girl already. On time, Y/n walks out of the small gym, into the main one, and stands on the far corner, making sure she isn't seen or noticed by anyone.

Y/n had decided to watch in support since their practice was cut short today. Her eyes travel to ,Minjeong who changed her outfit into a pair of black leggings and a light blue crop halter-neck tank top. Y/n's eyes couldn't help but roam around. Minjeong was beautiful, and the new attire accentuated her body.

When the music began Minjeong made sure to keep eye contact and perfect poise. Needless to say, she aced the dance and ends with a cocky pose.

This led the team to clap for her with smiles. "See, that's what I need to see!"

Minjeong bows back to the line, and Chaewon gives her a congratulating side hug.

After finding 'Yuna's perfect girls,' everyone applauds the new members of their team. "Kim Minjeong, Kim Chaewon, Ezaki Hikaru, welcome to J-Nation's cheer team."

The cousins begin jumping in joy, and when they do a little celebration dance, Minjeong hears some applause behind her. Chaewon looks and giggles at the sight of the basketball captain, clearly feeling the vibe that's going on between Minjeong and Y/n.

The newbie looks surprised to see the unexpected later at their tryouts. "Y/n-ssi? What are you doing here?" Minjeong begins to fix her hair subconsciously. "I decided to support you girls since practice ended early. You did amazing, by the way, very fierce," Y/n teases her, and Minjeong's face goes flush.

While the three spoke, Lia peeps them and nudges Yuna a little.

"What?" Lia points over at them, and what once was a happy Yuna was now visibly annoyed. "Well, I guess I found out who the little rat is, and instead of trying to catch her, she's coming to me."

Yuna's annoyance turned into an evil grin, and Ryujin didn't like the look what so ever, "What are you planning now?"

"Oh, just to make her life on the team a living hell until she quits herself."

"Minjeong-ssi, it's nice to see you," Yuna approaches the girl who was getting ready to leave the room, packing up her laptop. "Oh, hello, Yuna," a sweet smile stayed on the new girl's face.

"Well, I forgot to text you guys last month, but we have a tradition on the cheer team," Yuna said, her tone deceptively sweet. When the topic of cheer came up, Minjeong gave her full attention. "The new girls have to do a one-on-one practice with the team. Think of it as a trial and error practice to see if you can handle it," she continued, her voice dripping with faux kindness.

Minjeong, having already witnessed Yuna's less-than-angelic side, found the act rather bizarre and unnerving.

Just then, Y/N approached the duo, Chaewon and Aisha trailing behind her. "Hey, Yuna. Jeongie, are we going to that coffee shop now?" Y/N asked, her eyes bright with anticipation. Chaewon and Aisha, tall and friendly, had quickly bonded with the group during their campus tour.

Yuna's irritation was palpable, especially at the sound of the new nickname Y/N had given Minjeong. She forced a smile, trying to mask her annoyance. "Wow, you guys just met recently and you're already on a nickname basis?" she joked, though her tone hinted at her underlying frustration.

Y/N shrugged casually. "I came up with the name when I walked home with her after your tryouts on Tuesday. Turns out she lives on the same block as me, and I've been giving her rides to school for the past few days." The explanation was simple, but it only served to deepen Yuna's annoyance, her forced smile slipping a bit at the edges.

"I'll see you at practice, Yuna." Chaewon's face goes into confusion as they leave Yuna. "We have practice today?"

"Yuna said the team had a tradition where they do a one-on-one trial and error practice with new team members." This makes Aisha and Y/n look at each other, "they have a tradition?"

Minjeong was now as confused as Chaewon by now, "they don't?"

"I mean, not that we know of, at least," Y/n agrees with Aisha, finding it a bit weird. 'Isn't it too late for a trail and error practice?' Minjeong and the other two have been on the team for about a month already, so it just made no sense to her.

"No worries though, we have a team meeting at 5 pm so I can wait till your practice ends to drop you home."

"Thanks, Y/N," the captain said, gratitude evident in her tone. Y/N simply smiled and shrugged, brushing it off as no big deal.

Meanwhile, back in the school cafeteria, Yuna stormed in, fuming. She plopped down angrily, her face a mask of frustration. "I literally hate her," she seethed.

Everyone knew exactly who she was referring to. Chaeryeong, always the voice of reason, sighed. "I hate to admit it, Yuna, but no matter what you throw at her, she's one tough cookie to crack."

Yuna scowled, hating that Chaeryeong was right. Over the past few weeks, she'd tried everything to wear Minjeong down. She nitpicked every little thing the newcomer did, sabotaged her at every opportunity, and targeted her relentlessly during practice. But no matter what Yuna did, Minjeong remained an outstanding cheerleader with incredible stamina and flexibility, traits that earned her the admiration of the rest of the team.

On the basketball team's third game of the season, Y/N scored an impressive 32 points. As Yuna moved to congratulate her, Minjeong beat her to it, handing Y/N a red Gatorade with a proud smile. Yuna seethed inwardly, feeling her efforts to undermine Minjeong continually thwarted.

Unlike Y/n's reaction to Yuna, she had a wide grin when getting the drink from Haewon. She even opened it in an instant, "My favorite drink AND flavor? You’re on the top of my favorite people list, Minjeong," is what Y/n said, and if looks could kill, Yuna would've killed the shorter girl instantly.

"Look, I don't care if I have to hurt someone. I will do it," the rest of the girls unnoticeably move away a little, scared of Yuna.

Nearing the end of the day, Minjeong was the first and only one in the gym. She had been waiting 30 minutes and thought about leaving several times, until Yuna came in.

Alone...

"Yuna? Where are the other girls?" Minjeong stood there, clutching the straps of her bag nervously. "They aren't coming," the latter said with a clear, devious smile on her face. "See, I'm starting to have a slight problem with you, Minjeong."

Minjeong stands like a statue, not even daring to move, as Yuna wanders to the gym equipment closet. "You are getting to close to something I want," Yuna continues, pulling something out of the room, causing Minjeong's face to go pale.

She pulled out a wooden bat.

Peering over her shoulder, Yuna shows an irritated face, "Scratch that. You have something that belongs to me."

"Yuna-ssi, I can give it back to you if that's the issue. What is it? I'll give it right now," Minjeong begins to frantically look through her bag for something the girl may have owned, but unsuccessfully found nothing.

That was until Yuna spoke, "Oh really? You can stay away from her then?" Now she was getting it, the signs should've been clear to her from the beginning. Every time she was in school with Y/n, she found Yuna in the vicinity, always wearing an angry look on her. The training she put her through, the harsh words thrown at her, it was all because Yuna wanted Y/n to herself.

"I'm sorry Yuna, Y/n is her own person. I can't help it if she wants to be friends with me," Minjeong said trying to defend herself but Yuna only found those words angering her. "Well, if you can't... I can definitely make you."

As Yuna is about to swing the bat, Minjeong does her best to cover her head and closes her eyes, waiting for the impact. That never came though.

All she heard was a painful grunt and loud impact. Opening her eyes, she was met with Y/n's closed ones with heavy breathing. "Now what the hell do you think you're doing Yuna?!" Y/n's voice evidently grew in anger as her voice boomed throughout the entire gym.

In shock, Yuna drops the bat and tries to grab the athlete's arm. This caused Y/n to swing her arm while trying to get Yuna's hand off, that led to Yuna falling on the floor due to the strong force.

"Y/n I'm sorry-"

"You're sorry? You could've seriously hurt her Yuna! Have you gone crazy?"

Yuna begins to tear up. No one had ever seen you angry, not this angry at least, and for the first time Yuna was terrified. For two reasons, your anger, and possibly losing you because of her stupid decisions.

"I didn't want her to take you from me," Yuna pleads but the girl scoffs at her. "You never had me, now do us a favor and leave us alone you crazy bitch," Y/n dragged Minjeong out of the gym and those words broke Yuna's heart. She knew that Y/n wasn't gonna forgive her, finally accepting defeat from this one-sided battle with Minjeong.

"Are you out of your mind? You could've been seriously hurt, Y/N. Your team still needs you," Minjeong finally spoke as they reached the parking lot. Her voice was laced with concern and frustration, her eyes scanning Y/N for any signs of injury.

"Minjeong, you could've ended up in a coma, and you're worried about me? You don't even want to report her," Y/N shot back, her voice rising with each word. Minjeong sighed deeply, understanding Y/N's protectiveness but feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on her. She couldn't stand the thought of Y/N getting hurt because of her, yet she also wanted to avoid further conflict with Yuna.

"Besides, I wouldn’t mind getting hurt for someone I care about," Y/N mumbled, but Minjeong heard every word loud and clear.

"Seriously? You just got hit by a bat, and you can say things like that?" Minjeong's eyes widened in disbelief. 

Y/N chuckled, the sound light despite the situation. "Well, thankfully, the pain is wearing off. Yuna doesn’t exactly have the strength to do much damage to me."

Minjeong playfully hit Y/N's shoulder, shaking her head with a small laugh. But then her expression turned serious, her eyes locking onto Y/N's with a mix of worry and determination. "You really need to be more careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I- I like you too," she blurts out, feeling the embarrassment creep on on her face. This washes away when she feels Y/n's hand on her chin, pulling her in for a kiss. Minjeong savored it, pulling your neck to close the gap in between your bodies. As their lungs screamed for help, their lips separated followed by heavy breathing.

Y/n laughs in giddiness.

"How about we get ice cream Jeongie?" Minjeong nods, "I'd like that." The two head to the ice cream parlor, ending their night as a newly formed couple. Minjeong sits in the car with Y/n, parked right in front of her house.

Minjeong smiles at the thought of officially being with the tall girl and Y/n takes notice of the smile. "What's up with that cheeky grin of yours?"

"It just makes me think, it's the queen b's loss, huh?"

Note: Since this is somewhat of a beginning to a fresh start, feel free to send kpop reqs, random anons for a good chat, or just lmk if you wanna be on the future tag lists!

[dragonmama76]

Working on part 2 of Beginnings, but until then here’s a small interlude. You can read the first bit here Part One

“Are you excited to start high school?” Steve feels like every lame adult he’s ever known, but he’s been wanting to have this conversation for a while now, preferably before his gang of nerds walk unprepared into his alma mater.

“I mean, sure.” Dustin says. “They have an amazing media lab and the AP science teachers are supposed to be really good. It’s never too early to think about college! Uh, sorry Steve.”

“Alright, shut it. If I had a brain like yours maybe I’d be in college now.” Steve rolls his eyes affectionately.

“And I heard Nancy say there’s an after-school club for D&D, so that might be okay. I mean, it won’t be as good without Will there but…” Mike trails off, a frown settling on his face.

“Yeah, okay I guess your demons and dingbats thing could be good.” Steve feels vaguely uneasy. Something to do with that club...it probably doesn't matter.

“Well, I’m also trying out for the basketball team.” Lucas adds softly.

“My man!!” Steve grins and holds his hand up for a high five. “I’m around if you want to get some practice in before tryouts. And I've got an in with the coach if you want me to put in a good word for you.”

“Nice! I'm always up for more practice!" Lucas grins back matching Steve's enthusiasm.

"And nepotism," retorts Dustin.

"Okay, brain boy. I don't know what that is, but it sounds gross and we don't have it." Steve smirks and cocks his head before remembering this was supposed to be a serious conversation.

"Anyway...I just wanted to talk to you guys about sticking together and always having each-other's backs." Steve starts and Dustin, of course interrupts, "Obviously, Steve. Who do you think we are?"

"No, man, I know. It's just that it can be pretty intimidating and the bullying can be...more intense than what you're used to in Middle School." Steve conceeds.

"Like you'd know anything about being bullied!" snorts Mike, "You were the bully."

"Uh...well." Steve doesn't want to scare the kids, but he does want them to be prepared. "I was kind of an asshole for a while..."

"Ya think?" Dustin chimes in.

"Shut up and let me talk!" Steve says in his best mom voice. "I had to learn to be harder in school. My freshman year this older kid made me his target and it was pretty awful. It got so bad I didn't even want to go to school half the time."

"That really sucks, man." Lucas gives Steve a supportive look.

"Aw, what, did he call you names? Make fun of your hair?" Mike sneers. He can't help but run his mouth sometimes. He likes Steve well enough, but not like Dustin and Lucas do and he can't stand how they worship him sometimes. Steve isn't that great.

"Dude. He pulled a knife on me for like, no reason. I was fourteen."

"Woah" Dustin just exhales. "So like, is high school....dangerous?" All three boys are seriously paying attention now, eyes wide.

"Nah, not normally. Anyway, it got better once I was deep in with the guys on the basketball team. So I'm just saying. Find a group that has your back. And you guys look out for other kids too, all right? And tell ME if anyone bothers you. I've got a bat that can sort them out."

"Dude....you can't just nailbat a teenager." Dustin snorts.

"I dunno, squirt," Steve ruffles Dustin's hair and he yelps ducking away, "If I find out anyone is messing with you guys....well, maybe not the nail bat, but just...promise to tell me okay? I don't want anyone of you going through what I did."

"We promise." They all chime dutifully.

"Hellfire!" Mike shouts as they all turn to look at him like he's got three heads. "What?" he says, "That's the name of the club."

"Hellfire." Steve mutters. Why does that name make his stomach hurt? He'll probably remember later. Meanwhile he's glad his twerps are going to have a good support system when they start school.

Read Part One, Part Two, Part Three

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[javaghoul]

Tokyo Ghoul Volume 4 re-read part ???( I forgot)

i originally spelled "forgot" as "thorgot" so this post is going to be incredible.

Picture quality is shit because I did it.

TW: Itori criticism ☺️

(my lighting is crap lmao).

I love this chapter.

At first, it was because it was Yomo heavy and had hints regarding his background, but now after rereading a billion times, I noticed all the foreshadowing, all the suggestions and subtleties that there is A Lot Of Shit Going On™️. Excellent stuff.

Btw this picture suggests a funeral. I wrote on my old blog, a long ass post regarding my thoughts on this picture: paying particular attention to the photo Itori is carrying and the wistful, sad expression she has when discussing babies later on. Interesting stuff.

Tell me this isn't a nod to Charles Manson.

Clowns... Manson family.... donato.... hmmm...

Uta definitely knows his true crime. Maybe Uta named the bar.

Love seeing Yomo getting bullied.

My man doesn't consume fast fashion like YOU, Itori.

For real though, he looks like he doesn't give a shit, but as we see in an extra thing in a later volume, Yomo absorbs all of this and it plays on his mind. Sensitive soul.

I tabbed this page and I don't know why.

Behold Itori squishing kanekis face into her tits.

Teenage Uta and Yomo!

One of Utas' gang is the dude that Nishiki "booms" in volume 1. I heard a rumour that one of Utas' guys is loosely based on Ishida too.

Ok here we go.

Right. Itori.

Remember being in school, and there's always that one kid that always pretends to be stupid because they think it's attractive?

I don't think Itori does it to be appealing, but I 100%

Do.

Not.

Buy.

her ditzy act. At all.

She does this to create ease and comfort, so folks drop their guard and overshare. Manipulative.

Case in point.

I hated this scene then, and I still do now because I can't stand bullies. I really feel for Kaneki because he's so fucking daft and socially inept. I think most, if not a few, people at least would be like "O-Kay, you can fuck RIGHT off" after this happens, but Ken doesn't challenge it at all. He totally accepts what's happened like this is normal behaviour.

Either that, or he's learnt that he's not worth defending. He's so used to being trodden on, that he believes that setting boundaries for himself is wrong.

Itori sowing seeds of inquiry in ken, whilst also involving Yomo in a conversation which he clearly doesn't want to be part of. Yomo know as much, if not more, than Itori and Uta, but cannot or doesn't want to divulge...for?? Loyalty to Yoshimura? Concern for Ken?

For whatever reason, in my opinion, this illustrates Itori's lack of regard for Yomo (or at least his alliance with Yoshimura). She's hinting -not subtly - that Yomo knows more than he's letting on. She's basically fucking with Kanekis head, and testing Yomo. Great friend ☺️

Drip feeding info again. This is so staged it's laughable (with the gift of knowing what happens later on of course). Again - poor Kaneki.

this is another part I really hated. I really felt for Kaneki. Everyone seems to know his origin story better than he does, and nobody wants to sit him down and talk with him about it. It's really fucked up, especially since he's an adult.

It reminds me of people that find out they've been lied to their entire life about being adopted etc. knowing your past, your "birth" (because Kanekis ghoulification is like being reborn) should be a right granted to everyone. What the individual does with that info is up to them, but lying? Cmon, Yoshimura...

(and knowing that uta and Itori, the latter being a stranger until five minutes ago, know more than you and were discussing it behind your back with who knows how many people, is cruel no matter how much you try and justify it).

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Sharkie 🦈

Soul Evans x Black reader

So, everyone has a unique thing about them Blackstar with his tattoo, Kid having weird ass stripes, Crona pink hair and all in between but what always is cool is how soul unique teeth and eye color sure red eyes are cool and all but shark teeth? Who customized him?? And as his girlfriend you love everything about but his teeth just have more love to them ig...

"Soul my pookie bear you eva cut yourself with those teeth of yours?" asking curiously as you cut him off when he was talking about whatever stupid idea him, and Star had.

" First off, not cool to cut off somebody and second when I was a kid it wasn't cool to start bleeding because your own teeth cut your mouth." So sassy...

" But like you know it my favorite part about you ya'know" you said as you get from your set to grab something to drink, Soul nods and then thinks... his teeth out of all his cool personality traits his teeth are your favorite?

" Why my teeth like it not that cool? I got a motorcycle AND I'm like super chill and laid back, like I'm the coolest dude in the school and my teeth is our favorite thing?

You tap your chin looking him over and nod confirming, listen Soul has a lot of things girls would think is cool but think about when you first met him, he seemed pretty dorky.

+ Flashbackkkkk +

' It's hotter than a mothafucka!' I think looking up at the blazing sun laughing his hot rays of heat onto my skin, my meister/ weapon is already breathing heavy, sweating, overall, just miserable. Getting accepted into one of the best weapon/ meister academy is like getting an invite to the grammies once and a lifetime and we were very under dress, being from the south myself this heat was not even trying to spare us ( Glorilla come to mf front!)

Making it to the top of the stair s we both fall to ground

" FINALLY! THANK GAWD" my meister/ weapon Coco (omg who??) said in complete anguish as I hold my knees trying to breath correctly when a girl in pigtail and a dude with spikey hair, a tall ass girl with a ponytail, two twins and a black and white dude comes up to us

" Hi! Welcome to the DWMA, I'm Mak-"

" Girl hold on! Don't you see we finna die right now!?"

" Coco! Don't- Don't be rude!" you say scolding your weapon/ meister for rude to them greeters, you smile at the Maka girl and introduce yourself, " Hi, my names y/n and that's Coco don't worry about her attitude right now, she tired"

" Tired is a understate girl, YOU SAID WE WAS GETTING CHAFFURED HERE!"

" And we did he drove us here all we had to do was walk?"

" Walk my ass we got cooked trying to learn y/n'

Rolling my eyes I ignore Coco complaints and ask about everyone names, one of the twins excitedly introduces herself as Patty and her sister Liz and the guy next to them is Kid, who names they child Kid?? The tall girl introduced herself as Tsubaki and talks about this Blackstar dude who to me seems to be invisible but never mind that and lastly the guy with spike hair said his name is Soul, Like I said Kid and Soul like emo is an understatement. Maka asks about what weapon class are we and we say we're a part of a man named Professor Stein class right now, she says we're in their class and we start walking into the school.

" Coco girl we made itt" We both squeal together holding hands in awe of how big the school is and listening to the group talk about how the DWMA works and what the classes do, when Soul starts talking I notice pointy things in his mouth and I squint my eyes and poke Coco to pay attention, Coco looks at me and him and starts looking too and the rudest things she did points it out

" What are you staring at him for? You think he cute or som- OW!

" Thats what you get for being rude I'm telling to pay attention instead of looking at the mirror" I say calming and he just smirks, HE HAS SHARK TEETH! Gasping I tell Coco to look, and she stares and gasps back

" OMG! Your like some of those shark people! Like off of Naruto"

" I was thinking more off of Spongebob the dude who was trying to Kill Spongebob?"

The excited twin blurts out his name and we look it up agreeing, he rolls his eyes and checks Coco back calling out her being tired after walking up some stairs

" OH! Well excuse me y/n? He insulted me!"

" You said he looks like he off spongebob I'd do the same thing"

" Nuh uh! I said his teeth!"

It's been about three months since our first day at the DWMA and things been pretty cool besides us having a run in with a demon sword and Soul almost bleeding out the school been cool, and we've gained some friends and some enemies, but I think I've been gaining more than a friend with one of the group members; Soul and I have been talking a lot 1-on-1 about random things and every time we part ways I run to Coco giggling about every little thing like when we took a ride on his motorcycle and we had like an almost unofficial official date and when he got my a copy of his headband but with my name and all things I like on there. Coco keeps telling me to confess and all but what if he doesn't like me like that? Like I know I'm a bad bitch but what if I'm not a baddie but a baddie that happens to be his friend? I constantly think about that, and it's put on a tiny strain on me and Soul's relationship.

Today Soul texted me about meeting up for a casual hangout away from the group and for the past ten minutes me and Coco looking for outfits and we found the perfect outfit, after fixing my hair and doing a 5-minute face Soul texts me he's outside. Getting out my dorm there he is checking his phone, and he smirks saying I took long enough, and we ride to our regular spot an arcade with a lot of pinball machines and fair games, hours of fun later we landed ourselves walking around Death City, our conversation switching from things like classes to missions to even crushes.

" So, you got a crush on anyone?" Soul asks and I laugh it off saying not really, walking in silence I look up to Soul staring at me a bit

" What?" I say giggling and he chuckles a bit saying I'm very giddy today which isn't out of the usual, but he wants to know why.

" Well I started to think I mayyy have a crush a somebody" He gets silent but still asks who.

" Well, he pretty funny, cool hair a bit, got a nice voice and -"

" KID! The guy with stripes is your crush!?"

" NO!"

" Oh- continue" turning his head away from my face and I laugh it off his concerned tone and continuted listing all the qualities this crush of mines has

" Oh! and he's pretty dorky always saying cool and walking funny it almost like he trying to impress someone " with my eyes landing onto him with each word his red eyes largen and he asks is it him and with a smile I nod and grab his hand as he gloats on how he knew all along and in his words ' Wanted you to confess first' yeah right...

" So, what do you think he seems pretty nice huh?" He smirks and wraps an arms around my shoulder and nods, walking me to dorm and leaving with a kiss a cheek.

+ Flashback over +

Laughing a bit at the memory of how we met I slide over to Soul who now playing some videogame and sit beside him playing with his hair and watching him play, " You were pretty dorky when we started dating" I comment poking his cheek and he groans at the memory telling him to never remind of his "uncool" actions again. Talking about he couldnt beileve still how his best attrabute to me is his teeth.

" Well it ain't your style"

" I have great style! This is the epitomy of the best fashion sense"

" A leather jacket isnt fashion Soul"

" Who says? YOU? Wearing navy in the summer?"

Gasping at his diss to my last date outfit I hit him over the head with a pillow repeatdly telling him to take it back, after a pillow and a quick talk about our favorite things about eachother I began to think of one last question, Did Soul the self proclaimed coolest dude alive BITE someone?

" Hey I got one more question"

" Yes, in the pool as a kid I'd act like a shark"

" um... thank you for that confession but I didn't say that

" oh... then no I didn't act like a vampire-"

" Did you ever bite someone"

... Complete silence as Soul stared at me weirdly and tried to run away from the question and being yourself you obviously tried to pry it out of him

" Cmonnn it's not that bad! Coco even did it!"

" Coco has the brain of a rabid animal so it checks out"

And for the past 10 minutes you ask crazy question and all Soul doesn't is gives you a look or ask you the same question. And Maka sitting in her room a few feet over thinks about telling you about the time when soul bit Blackstars ankle during a fight... but that for another time

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[dzvelinaskebiyars]

girl u got me hooked on that theory kdlewjlfwf Do you think she's his sister or distant relative? Is he involved or does he know about the organization? Is Hyuk involved in that aswell? much to think about...

I HAVE SM THEORIES TBHH‼️I've been thinking that Wooin is somehow related to secret organization and that woman for a good while now. What if the person he was trying to get acknowledgement from is ceo of that organization or is in high power? What if that faceless man is his brother?? What if that woman is his sister?? But tbh that faceless man looks more alike to Hyuk than Wooin. That faceless man looks like everyone and no one at the same time tbh😭

I mean, you compare yourself.

It's so confusing honestly. But author said that Hyuk is gonna be major character and I can't see any other way for him to be brought up as major character than being related to secret organization somehow. Remember that he has unknown part time job? It could be that he's working for them somehow. But if it's true that the secret organization has Wooin's family members then this theory wouldn't make any sense. Why would Hyuk work for someone who practically abused his best friend? If that were the case, Wooin would definitely know. I think Wooin & Hyuk might actually be on pretty unfriendly terms with secret organization and this would also give Sabbath way to team up with Hummingbird or be major characters in general.

Maybe, Wooin and that woman are related. Maybe siblings or cousins? Something like that. The only difference they have is that she's bit paler. Literally that's all. They have exact same features, same lips, same eyes, same eyebrows and idk man they both wear coloured glasses. Wooin is only character with snake-like eyes so I really doubt Yongseok Jo would draw her with exact same eyes for shit and giggles. He actually pays attention to design so so so much, I'm pretty there's good reason why they look so similar. They look about same age too. Plus it was never confirmed that Wooin (or Hyuk) were only children.

Like bro just look😭

I strongly believe that Wooin is runaway kid anyway. i think he cut every single contact with his family and decided to change his lifestyle and live however he wants. He wanted to be free. I'm not even sure where I'm going with this, I'm just ranting tbh but the chances of them being related seems high so I think there will be some kind of conflict between them.

Now I really don't know about Hyuk but it's weird how he just randomly showed up when Jay was chasing kidnappers. It's so suspicious because 1) he made it clear that he didn't care about the journalist getting kidnapped, hence he couldn't have just noticed someone getting kidnapped and deciding to help like Jay and Monster did. 2) Even if he would be stalking Jay, the timing is way too perfect. 3) If he just stalked Jay to race then what was that phone call for?! At first I genuinely thought it's Wooin calling him but from what we know, Wooin already knew that Hyuk is after Jay and hence wouldn't try to check him up. He honestly has nothing to chew Hyuk out for. The number is unknown and right after he interfered kidnapping is susss!!!

And then he says that the reporter is going to die anyway. Mhm, how do you know that, Hyuk?😭 why would you even assume that dude??? Jay didn't even explain the situation to him and yet he knew it wasn't just random kidnapping case. Then Monster starts warning Jay abt Sabbath, then Hyuk gets this phone call....Let's be real! This set up the tension and lead us, the readers, to suspect Hyuk. Especially after hearing that he will be major character.

There's still a lot we don't know about Hyuk and Wooin and the track high school they were attending because secret organization has access to such things. They could have, somehow, met? They could have somehow be related?? Like c'mon, Hyuk and Wooin clearly were & are talented and are noticed by the faceless man as the faceless man has their photo on the map, indicating that he recognized them as talented riders (and maybe even threats?). But I guess all we can do is wait😭

For Wooin's past, I believe he's from rich background like Minu with parents like Jay but more physically abusive, is on bad terms with his sibling/siblings (if he has one). In the end, he ran away and started his own life and finally gained freedom. I'm guessing he didn't have much friends when he was young too, except Hyuk.

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the baker's daughter - lunch!

synopsis Y/n L/n works at a small bakery owned by her parents. One day, a pro hero in training shows up asking for 400 cupcakes

Chapter 3 - lunch!

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"Well what're we waiting for? I ask with a giggle. Todoroki nods and the two of us walk into the restaurant. We stand by the hostess podium for a couple minutes before someone comes to us.

"Hello, table for two?" She asks. She had her eyes locked on Todoroki, not even bothering to look at me. I shift uneasily where I stand.

"Yes," he simply answers. The hostess nods and grabs two menus before leading us to a table with two chairs. I take a seat and Todoroki does the same.

"Someone will be here soon to take your order," the worker says. Todoroki nods and opens his menu. Though I can tell he already knew what he wanted.

"Do you know what you want?" Todoroki asked.

I nodded, "Mak-guksu." The thought of the meal alone was enough to make my mouth water.

His eyes lit up, "I was planning on that too. Is it your favorite?"

"Oh definitely! It's so good," I replied.

"It's my favorite too," Todoroki smiled softly.

"Look at us twinning!" I laughed. We sit in silence for a minute. "What's it like training to be a hero?"

"it can be stressful, but I think it'll be worth it. What's it like being quirkless?" Todoroki asked.

"It's weird. You know you grow up in a world where everyone around you has some sort of quirk and you're just a nobody. You start to feel bad," I shrug. "I got over my FOMO though, I don't care anymore. I was born this way, there was nothing I could've done to get a quirk."

Todoroki hummed in acknowledgement, lacking the words to reply. I was used to that, any quirk user I talked to got awkward when it came to talking about quirks. They thought I was fragile and emotional when I came to the subject, but really that was more of a struggle for my dad. The waitress came back with a small notepad in her hand.

"Good afternoon! I'm Hana and I'll be your waitress today," she greeted. Much like the hostess, her eyes were locked on Todoroki. She didn't even glance in my direction. I cross my arms subconsciously from insecurity. "Can I get you started with any drinks?"

"Yes, I'll have the green tea and she'll have the..." Todoroki answered he trailed off for me to answer.

"[Favorite Drink], please," I added. The Hana's eyes look briefly in my direction. Her lips tugged into a smirk as she tried holding back her laugh.

"Anything else?" She asks.

"Yes, we're ready to order," Todoroki said. I nodded in agreement, but the waitress wasn't looking at me.

"Great, what will you be having?"

"Two orders of mak-guksu," Todoroki answered.

Hana nodded and wrote our order on her notepad. "I'll be back out with your drinks."

Todoroki nods and turns his attention over to me. His look alone was enough to make me self-conscious, but I don't know why. "Are you ok?" He asked.

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" I ask as I play with my hair.

"I wasn't really paying attention," Todoroki honestly said. I nod and we start a simple conversation.

"We took a trip to the USJ a little bit ago. When we got there, we were swarmed with villains," Todoroki said.

"That's horrible, I'm sorry that happened to you," I replied with a frown. I reached over and placed a comforting hand on his own which was stationary on the table.

"It wasn't too bad, most of the students were alright. Our teacher and fellow staff members were the true victims. Aizawa-sensei was in a full-body cast for days," Todoroki added.

"Either way, you are still just a kid. Villains shouldn't be attacking your school trips," I say. He nods.

Hana returns with our drinks in her hands. She gently placed Todoroki's green tea on the table before she turned to face me. As she placed my [Favorite Drink] on the table, her hand swiped it and knocked it over, spilling it all over my outfit. "Dude!" I say loudly, but not loud enough to be a shout.

"oh my, I'm so sorry," Hana said without a trace of remorse in her tone. Todoroki picks up on her lack of concern and glances at her with annoyance.

"Where's your bathroom?" I ask.

"Over there," Hana said as she pointed. I borderline stomp my way over to the bathroom, annoyance evident on my face. I slam open the bathroom door and let myself in, heading to the sinks and grabbing paper towels.

"Stupid freaking waitress..." I grumbled angrily. "Can't even pretend to be sorry." I wipe and pat down my clothes and skin, getting the excess liquid off my body. I walk out of the bathroom and see Todoroki waiting for me just outside the door.

"We're leaving," Todoroki simply said. His voice was even and neutral, but I could tell something irked him.

"Ok, why?" I ask. The two of us made our way out of the restaurant.

"I didn't like how she disrespected you. When you left to the bathroom, she asked for my number and started insulting you," Todoroki explained.

"Oh. I figured," I said. "It was kinda obvious she didn't like me, her attention was on you the whole time."

"I didn't think she'd insult you to my face though. I'm sorry for the way you were treated, you didn't deserve that," Todoroki said.

"it's not your fault, Todo. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Trust me, she's lucky I didn't start fighting her," I laughed.

"I'll take you home now and we can go out for lunch some other time, if you'd like," Todoroki said.

I nodded, though I was slightly disappointed our day would end. He looked at me for a second before looking away. Both of us wanted to continue hanging out, but neither of us wanted to say something. We walked in silence to the bakery. "Bye, Todoroki."

"Goodbye, L/N," Todoroki replied. My heart ached as I closed the door behind me. He walked away, unknowingly having that same aching feeling in his chest.

"You're home early," Mom said. She had just walked out of the kitchen and stood behind the counter, the bell above the entry door probably gave away my presence.

"The waitress didn't like me and spilled my drink all over my outfit," I say dully. Mom just hummed.

"Well, go change. Maybe take a nap too," Mom replied. She walked over to me and gave me a quick side hug.

"Right. Goodnight, mom," I said.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow," she placed. Kiss on the side of my head and let me walk off. I trudged my way to my room. I changed out of my soiled clothes and put on pajamas instead. My phone dinged and I looked at the notification. It was a message from Todoroki.

My heavy heart became lighter as I thought about what Saturday would bring. I hoped it would be better than today. But either way, I was excited to be spending time with Todoroki.

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Summary: You and Satoru knew each other since you were kids. And you simply hated each other. The reason why? You just couldn't stand each other's presence. As the years passed on and you were getting older, the hatred was still there. But when one day your life is in danger, it's the first time in so long, that Satoru knew true fear.

Genre: Angst to fluff, hate to love

Warning: swearing, violence,I think that's all :3

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Y/N and Satoru were just two little kids when they first met each other. And ever since then, they never, not even once, got along with each other. Every time they were in the same place, either this was in school or a park, they were ready to throw hands. No one could tell why these two were being like this.

"Satoru stop, you're ruining my drawing." Y/N exclaimed and looked at Satoru disapprovingly. "You're ruining my drawing." Satoru said mockingly. "As if you know how to draw. The only thing you do is drawing butterflies, houses and any other stupid thing you find nice."

"You're so dump you can't even draw a circle, so don't talk." Y/N poked her tongue out to him and turned around to continue her drawing. Satoru stared at her for a minute, and went to grab Y/N drawing but once she noticed she slapped his hand, and of course, they started fighting.

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After some years, Y/N and Satoru still had this hatred between them. They could never stop teasing, fighting and mocking each other. They were in high school, and Satoru was playing basketball woth Suguru while Y/N was talking to shoko. When Satoru's eyes fell on Y/N he smirked and stopped playing.

"Dude, stop staring ar your crush and pay attention to the game. It's not like we have all the time in the world to enjoy some good quality time away from training." Suguru said, exhaustion in his voice after all this hard and long training regarding curses and stuff.

"Yeah yeah don't worry I won't-" Satoru after some time he, finally, looked away from Y/N. "WHAT DID YOU SAY? CRUSH? WHAT ME AND HER? AS IF!" Satoru yelled and strated walking away. Suguru was laughing and the girls were looking at the boys with a questionable expression.

Y/N heard loud and clear what Satoru said, but she didn't want to spend any more time talkingsome sense into him, since this is what she's been doing for years. She's so fed up with Toru's ass. "Girl, you're staring. Again." Shoko's voice shook her out of her thoughts. "So what? It doesn't mean anything. Besides, how can I Not stare at this big head, full ego and stupidity. I can guarantee you, that in this one, you'll find only a very small nut. Nothing else."

She said the last few sentences louder, just to rile up Satoru for once more. Unfortunately or fortunately, it was something unavoidable. Satoru turned slowly toward her, rubbing the brow as if to ward off a headache. "You can never shut up, can you? After all this time and you still can't make this mouth of yours shut completely." Satoru said with a raised voice full of anger. And that was all it took to make Y/N to srand up and march right up to him. "Oh so I sould My mouth? How about I shut yours instead since you're the one who talks sh*t all the time." And here they were again, fighting like there was no tomorrow, with Shoko and Suguru trying to hold back their laugh, and stay as far away as possible from them. Oh yeah, they knew too much.

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After a few more years

Y/N POV

A lot of things have changed. The world feels like it's at its peak, Suguru left us, more curses are making an appearance. But throughout all this, one haven't changed at all. And that is my ...relationship with Toru. It feels like yesterday when me and Satoru first met each other. And after all this time, nothing has changed. Yes, the hate is still there. Every time he opens this damn mouth. This damn, kissable mouth of his. All I want to do is to slap this cocky smirk away from his face, and kiss him.

I hate that I feel this way. Hate.It. I'm hoping that whatever has gotten into me, will stop already. As I was thinking all these, I was unpacking a few things I got with me, since me and Shoko thought of having a girls night. It was night outside and Shoko was already making dinner, while I was looking for movies to watch. While I was searching, I heard a ringing from Shoko's phone. Shoko left the kitchen and picked it up.

"What do you want Satoru?" At the mention of his name, I paid attention to the conversation instead of looking for movies. What does this jerk want now? I stood up and approached Shoko, in order to hear what he was saying.

"Oh hello to you too! How I'm doing? I'm good thanks for asking." Satoru said in a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes and Shoko watched me with playful expression.

"Hm ok now Satoru, will you please tell me what do you want in the middle of the night? You're interrupting our girls night."

"Girls night? Oh! Is angry kitty there? What an honor to have such a delightful presence in your home." He said laughing. Ok that's it. I grabbed the phone from Shoko's hand and went back to the living room.

"You called just to make me angry again or do you actually have something important to say?" I sat on the couch and laid back.

"Oh come on, no matter how many times you deny it, you do love listening to my voice." I didn't need to his face in order to know that he was smirking.

"Oh f*ck you."

"Would you?"

Did he really just- oh how I wish I could slap his ego straight out of him.

"Don't you have anything better to do than wasting my time by being a sarcastic asshole as always?" I said angrily.

"Oh trust me I do have better things to do. In fact, now that you mentioned it, I'm going on a date." I don't know why but I felt a weird feeling in my stomach when he said that. On a date? Why would he even say that to me? I took a breath and sat on the my bed. "Oh really? You? On a date? Well that's suprising. I don't know what worse honestly. Fighting curses or dating you?"

"Well good thing you're not the one dating me then." His voice raised a little.

"Yeah good thing." I added.

"Well...bye." he hanged up on me. I lowered the phone and stared at it for a good while. What the heck was wrong with him? Never mind, what the heck was wrong with Me? Why did I even care about him going on a date all of a sudden? I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

I went and gave Shoko's phone back to her. "That bad?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, are you down That bad for him?" She said smiling. Ooh no, I did not have time for this shit again. "Shoko, honey, I really don't need this right now." "Hey, relax. What happened?" Shoko approached and hugged my side. I exhaled and rested my head on her shoulder. "You know. The usual. Gojo Satoru getting on my nerves for once again." "Yeaaah right. The usual." Shoko had this idiot smirk on her face again.

"Anyways, could me do me a small favor please? I need a few more ingredients I forgot to buy on myway home. Could you please and pick them up real quick?" "Ok sure." I said.

"Oh great! Thanks girl." Shoko kissed my cheek and went back to the kitchen. I grabbed the keys and my coat and went outside. The weather was really cold and I felt goosebumps all over my body. While I was walking, I felt something strange. It felt I was being watched by someone. Something. Without a single warning, I felt a force hitting me and my body was instantly on the ground. I was in so much pain and when I tried to get up, hands wrapped around my neck squeezing it. I got terrified when I saw what had caught me. It was a curse. A damn curse. I tried to kick it as hard as I could, but it was no use. It's hand squeezed harder and I felt even more weaker. I thought I was going to passed out. My vision became blurry and I couldn't stay awake anymore.

And before I knew it, the curse's hands left my neck and I fell on my knees coughing. I couldn't make out who was fighting the curse. I felt my eyes closing and a voice screaming my name repeatedly.

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Satoru POV

After my 'delightful' conversation with Y/N, I decided to go for a walk, in order to get her out of my mind. Or at least try. There was no date. I wasn't going to meet with anyone. Ionly wanted to make her...i don't know. I just wanted to rile her up again. Make her mad. But my intention was not to push her away even further from me. Every time I fail to show her that what I want is to just tease her. Cause truth is I enjoy it. She's so fucking adorable when she has this pouty face of hers. Lately, all I've been thinking was her. Oh who am I kidding. I've always been thinking of her. Day and night, she was consuming my mind. And I did not like this at all. I mean, I hated her right? Right? I sighed and kept walking, but I stopped once I heard a scream. What? What the heck is going on? I followed the sound and what I spotted made my blood ran cold. And it was the first time, I knew true fear. I've never felt more scared than now.

Y/N. The curse. I felt myself going crazy. " I will f*cking destroy you." I screamed and destruction erupted.

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Once the fight came to an end, I turned towards Y/N, who was unconscious on the ground. "Y/N. Y/N!" I ran to her and took her body in my arms. I hugged her close to me and tried to stay calm, but seeing her in this state made me want to destroy every single fucker who could be a threat to her. And i won't hesitate in doing so. But none of this mattered now. The only thing I wanted was for Y/N to open her pretty eyes and look at me. I stood up with Y/N in my arms and decided to head home to take care of her.

Once I arrived home, I went to my room and laid Y/N's body on my bed. I laid next to her and brushed a few strands of her hair out of the way.

"Come on sweetheart. Open those eyes for me. You're okay. I'm here and i wont let anyhting or anyone hurt you now. Please, just please, wake up." My voice was shaking. I brushed my hand through her hair and kissed her cheek softly. Suddenly, I felt movement and when I looked back at her, I saw those pretty eyes looking up at me. Those eyes, that for years I've been seeing even in my dreams.

"There you are. How are you feeling?" I cooed and stroked her cheek with my thump. I felt like I was about to sob but I tried to hold back. Her hand touched mine and held it there. My breath hitched. And without noticing, my mouth left a whimper. Relieved that she was here. In my arms. With me.

"You saved me." She said hoarsely, as if she couldn't believe it. "Why wouldn't I save you?" I chuckled and brought her body closer to mine. "I don't know." She said with a small voice. "You know, I thought I wasn't going to see you again. Or hear this incredibly annoying voice of yours." Said while smiling a little.

"Nah I wouldn't let you get away this easily." Gosh this girl will be the death of me. After all this, and she's here making jokes already. I'm screwed. And I was fully aware of it for years.

"I really can't get away." She whispered "I thought you hated me. Why would you even bother protecting me?"

I took a shaking breath. "When you love something, you pretect it." And there it was. No hesitation. No more hiding feelings. No more fights. And no more pretending. Her eyes widened and stared at me as if she saw ghost.

"...Oh....wow." She exhaled.

"You have no idea how scared I was. When I saw you getting hurt, I- I couldn't feel anything. I felt numb an-" When I saw tears running down her face, with no hesitation, I hugged her and she did the same. We stayed like this for minutes and when we turned to face each other, and both whispered, "I love you" at the same time. We started leaning closer and our lips brushed, before we finally kissed. I have never felt more alive.

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Satoru and Y/N kissed like their life dependent on it. Satoru's brows furrowed and he started kissing her passionately. Their hands were exploring each other. Holding each other. They needed this. They needed each other more than they thought they would. They were each other's home. And after years of trying to deny these feelings, they finally gave in.

After their lips detached, they were both unable to open their eyes for a few moments. Satoru ran his thump over Y/N's lips and whispered an 'I love you' before kissing her again. Y/N smiled through the kiss and hugged his body close to hers. Satoru moaned at the feeling of her lips touching his again, and when he, after a long time, let go, he leaned his forehead to hers. "I've been wanting to do this-" he signed "for so damn long sweetheart." Y/N's heart melted at his words and smiled. "I'm all yours, Toru. I just want to be yours now." Hearing you call him Toru made his stomach bursting with butterflies. "I trust you with parts of myself I'm afraid to show anyone else. You're it for me, Y/N. You're it. For me." He said breathless.

Hearing him saying all these, felt like a dream. A dream that she didn't want to end. Cause all this was so unreal but so magical and beautiful.

"So.....how about one more kiss?" Y/N asked sweetly and touched Satoru's face.

"O-ONE? MORE LIKE THOUSANDS OF KISSES!" He grabbed her face and kissed her like her lips were the pnly thing that kept him sane.

╰┈➤ After a few hours

"Can't believe we fell in love. I swore I would never become this trope." Y/N had her head on Satoru's chest and he was rubbing her arms.

"Well who doesn't love a good cliche?" Satoru added smirked while Y/N rolled her eyes at him smiling. Then I heard a ringing from my phone, and decided to go pick it up. "Noooo stay here. Whoever it is will stop calling, just come back." Toru whined. "Oh don't be baby, I'll be back in a minute." I kissed his lips and went to pick up the phone.

"WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED?" Shoko was yelling frantically. Oh shit I completely forgot her. I decided to skip the whole curse part, and finally tell her about me and Toru.

"Hey sorry for this girl. I just got caught up with something."

"OR MORE LIKE SOMEONE." Toru said from behind me. He approached me and tickled me a little before he actually hugged me.

"FINALLYWHAT TOOK YOU SO LOOONG?!"

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Hope you'll enjoy reading it and thank you sm for liking my previous post too ♡♡

Author's note: I must say I'm really satisfied with this one shot. I think it's way better than the first one and I had so much fun writing it 🙌

[kogetaikid]

So, I watched “Pretty Pretty Please, I Don’t Wanna Be a Magical Girl” about a week ago. And then again yesterday, and again today to dissect it.

I ADORED it.

🧀💫🌘 Here Are Some of My Plot/Character Headcanons/Theories!🌒💫🧀

(NOTE: I haven't explored or had any interest the genre of magical girls until watching Sailor Moon once in my anime class and enjoying it, and even then it never caught my attention until finding this cute and pretty epic indie animatic that's about a teenage girl, NOT wanting to be magical. There was also a QnA on Kiana Khansmith's (creator of IDWBAMG) YouTube along with some outtakes with the voice actors that I didn't fully watch yet [but will], therefore, if you would like to add to/debunk something here, be more than happy to.)

SPOILER WARNING!!

(P.S. Plz ignore the subtitles. I like reading them…)

(Starting Off With Something a Bit Obvious) Aika Still Seems Quite New to Being A Normal Human Being.

"Why am I running? I'm not even late!"

Perhaps I'm looking too into these two specific lines, but, perhaps during duties of being a magical girl, life was so fast paced she isn't used to getting somewhere by just walking and when she gets to her school, and we meet Zira, Aika shoves her school schedule into their face while asking for directions to her classes. Aika also mentions how she's JUST EXCITED about her first "normal day of normal high school", however making my last sentence a bit of a weak argument but also implying she abandoned her magical girl duties recently. Multiple other lines throughout the pilot can imply this.

The "normal high school" could also imply there were "abnormal high schools", but that's most likely a throwaway line.

Aika Has A High IQ

Again, quite obvious, but worth bringing up as in Miss's class, she's the first to finish her test with a perfect score, and she also tends to use Hoshi to transform her magic staff thing into more efficient weapons or everyday obejects in fights as opposed to "magical girl powers", so I'll just drop this really quickly.

Zira also mention how Aika has a way with words if that adds to anything! (I'm around Aika and Zira's age and my classmates speak nothing but online gibberish...)

BONUS: It Probably Wasn't The First Time Aika Fought Someone With A Metal Pipe and It Won't Be the Last.

I mean dude, Hoshi was quite excited that Aika needed their help but also just gave her a metal pipe like it was the normalest thing in the world so yea.

BONUS BONUS: Aika Was The Strongest Magical Girl?

"Her methods are unique but she's the best of the best!" - Hoshi; pretty self explanatory.

Either Aika Asked Someone Else the Way to Her Classes, or She Hid in the Bathroom Until Lunch.

Idk. Just a small plothole between scenes. Moving on.

Zira Can Drive

When talking about their favorite manga, Moon Sailor, when Aika gives a disapproving look, Zira gets embarrassed and eventually says "You know what, you can just hit me with your car if you want. It's fine."

They're also sixteen, so who's to say they don't have a drivers license?

Eclipse Freed Hoshi

(This headcanon/theory was originally gonna be called "Aika moved and has parents", but as we're only one episode in, we don't exactly know much about Aika's origins. Also when rewatching, there's just more proof that this happened. IDWBAMG pays more attention to detail than you realize!)

After Aika finishes her test, she notices her sidekick, marketable plushie shaped star, Hoshi. Panicking she run to the bathroom where she gets confronted by them. Hoshi then scolds Aika, stating, "A box, Aika? Really? You put me in a dark, dark little MAGIC box? I'm lucky SOMEONE WITH HANDS OPENED IT UP!!".

Considering it was a magical box, and Eclipse wanted to find Aika based on this line "Where are you Star Guardian: Guardian of the Stars? (+ Eclipse learned to used magic), out of all the character it's definitely safe to say that Eclipse could've opened the box. I'm unsure if Hoshi would've recognized him though. Perhaps they will disoriented from being in a dark, dark magic box for so long.

BONUS: Yes, Aika Did Move.

"Whatever needs to be done can be handled by the others back home" reveals all we need to know at least for now, but as stated earlier, we don't know much about her origins. We do know that there are other magical girls/people from this line though, so that's exciting!

I wonder if there was some sort of breaking point (if any) lead to Aika no longer wanting to be a magical girl. Considering how she was the "best of the best", perhaps too much pressure was put on her?

The End Credits Are From Zira's Perspective.

During the Eclipse fight, when Zira finds out Aika's secret identity their head over heels and despite Aika's dismay, thinks that being a magical girl is AWSOME, when you listen to the lyrics of end credits closely, they heavily correspond with Zira's character of being a loser who loves magical girls, you can relate the lyrics with Zira the most.

Those are all the headcanons/theories I have now. I can't wait to see where this show goes!

[raihann1]

Notebook drabbles (homicidal liu)

Monday.

Dear mother, Im hoping your doing well with your new husband. If you were worried, am okay. Father comes home a bit late. Am worried for his health, he likes too drink a lot and am starting to suspect he's not as okay as he says he is. The woods family are very kind, treat me like am their own daughter. When father doesn't come home, Jeffery and Liu invite me too come over and eat at their place. I really want too return to you. Love you.

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You set your notebook aside, the house was empty, you checked the doorway for your fathers car. Still no updates. He's been getting drunk lately and he's always on his phone, you wished you could be apart of the Woods family instead. They just seemed so perfect. You suddenly hear a basketball dribbling on the sidewalk and peak out to see Jeff and Liu talking outside while Jeff nags his brother to get his nose out of the "stupid" novel he was reading. Jeff noticed you and called out.

"Y/N is your dad home?" Liu looked up and gave you a warm shy smile, Y/N thought for a moment before responding.

"Uh, no! Why?" Y/N shouted so Jeff could hear.

"COME OVER AND HELP ME GET LIU TO EXERCISE INSTEAD OF SITTING HIS LAZY ASS READING BOOKS!" jeff said proudly untill his mother yelled at him to stop cursing.

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Tuesday.

Hey mom, I feel really stupid for even writing in this book, but you promised once we met you would read all my drabbles. I think, I may have found out what father has been doing. He's been talking with a woman, she seems very young and she always asks for some money. He's foolish because he seems too ignore am also here. I wish I could go back to you mom. Money's tight and I feel bad for the Woods family since they have another mouth to feed. I al-

Your writing came to a stop as you heard a knock on the door. You grabbed your jacket and threw it on and opened the door too see Jeff out of breath and Liu behind him looking flustered.

"Jeff don't." Liu warned. Jeff simply pushed his hair back and burst out laughing.

"O-okay! Dude did you know m- my brother." He could NOT contain himself as he burst out laughing covering his face.

You looked at them puzzled while Liu mouthed a "sorry" to you and dragged Jeff back to their house.

You were about to write but you git a text message from your father.

"I won't be here agian, take care of the house."

You scoffed, who did your dad think he was? Then you recieved another text message from Jeff.

"Yo, so don't tell Liu but he had a super big crush on you 😭."

Your heart froze and you felt nervous? Flusterd?!

"No way."

You replied calming yourself down, it was probably another joke.

"Yes way! This guys a nervous wreck around you 💀."

You threw your phone at the sofa, No way. It just couldn't be true!.. right?

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Wednesday.

........ does Liu woods like me?

You could not pay attention, you immediantly erased those words. You had school.. and you werent going to deal with guys today

You were waiting by the bus stop while Jeff tackled you from behind and Liu stood a few steps away from both of you. You could tell he was nervous, Jeff smirked and continued to ramble on diffrent shit he found on the internet.

Then you noticed someone, Fuck. Randy

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