#at least one of her classmates is like hey if youre gonna be dating a porate at least youre dating one of the top crews

[songofstrawhats]

Hi yes hello I cannot stop thinking about Kaya going off to medical school (I think realistically she'd be in more of a private internship situation but GO WITH ME HERE) so she's at med school and her classmates are like ooh girl have you got a special someone we can hook u up if not

And shes like hahaha there is sort of someone he's so sweet and such a fun storyteller he was really there for her after her parents died and they both left home to follow their dreams but they write and she hopes they can make something together someday

And her classmates are alternately like aww how sweet or like babe if you don't wanna go on a blind date you can just say so you don't have to make up a canadian boyfriend

And Kaya is mostly very good at medical school and very helpful when her classmates are figuring out how to study and sometimes she doesn't know basic things about how the world works but they all help each other out and then sometimes she'll do something concerning like stare out into the ocean and say 'oh I hope Usopp is having fun out on the Grand Line'

And they're like ........right okay he's a storyteller isn't he lmao the Grand Line is a metaphor hahahahaha for a moment there I really thought your not!boyfriend was out on the Grand Line for real or something hahahaha

And Kaya's like no i was seriously he actually is, last month he sent me a letter about [insert relevant plot point here idk I'm only at Alabasta]

And her friends are like ...........as a Marine? Kaya please say that your not!boyfriend who has run away to follow his dreams and ended up on the Grand Line joined the Marines. Or that he's lying to you. Kaya please say psych right now

And then they conveniently walk past a wall of wanted posters and Kaya is like OH LOOK THERE HE IS RIGHT THERE!!!! Awwww his bounty has gone up I'm so proud of him ^v^

And her classmates are there just like ......... and reassessing everything they know about her lmao

[amaiwrites]

MHA GIRLS AS YOUR CLASSMATE

What it would be like to be classmates with the 1-A girls!

mha girls x gn!reader hcs! (can be read as platonic or romantic) ochako, momo, jiro, mina, tsuyu and hagakure

OCHAKO URARAKA, who passes you little notes everyday. It could be a question like “wanna hang out after school?” or just a cute drawing, but you often see a little folded paper on your desk. 

It’s the middle of class and you just noticed something on your desk. a folded paper with a tiny pink heart drawn on top. You look over to Ochako, who’s too busy writing down notes about the lesson to notice you smiling at her.

You open the paper, reading the content inside. “hey, wanna hang out after school? :D” is written in black ink. you take your pencil and write on her note “ofc <3” and slide it back to her. 

Ochako reads the note, smiling over at you before going back to her notes. 

MOMO YAOYOROZU, who helps you study. If you space off in class, she’ll let you copy off her notes. She even invites you to her dorm for study dates, because she “has fun helping you with your academics.”

“Y/n?”

You snap out of your thoughts, looking over at Momo. “Yeah?”

“You haven’t written down any notes.” You look at Momo’s paper with half of the page already filled— then at yours, which is empty. 

“Here, you can copy off mine, but pay more attention next time!” Momo tilts her notebook towards you slightly, and you thank her for helping and start writing.

Momo tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can also study at my dorm later, if you want.”

You nod your head in agreement, making Momo smile. 

KYOKA JIRO, who gives you her airpod in a boring class so you can both listen to music. She’ll usually play loud rock music but sometimes you’ll convince her to turn it down so she can at least try to focus. 

You let out a sigh, only loud enough for you, and Jiro, to hear. She looks over at you, then digs through her bag and pulls out her airpods case. You take an airpod from her and she puts on her “punk rock” playlist.

You take a few minutes to not pay attention to Mr. Aizawa, lightly tapping your feet to the rhythm of the music. After one or two songs, you turn to face Jiro. 

“Hey, maybe we should try to pay attention a little bit, that looks like some stuff we should know…”

Jiro shrugs. “Yeah, you’re right.” she turns her music down some, giving you a thumbs up before she starts writing. 

MINA ASHIDO, who is always talking to you during class. It doesn’t bother you at all, but Aizawa often has to interrupt his teaching to tell her to pay attention. Due to all of her talking she doesn’t get the best grades, but you try your best to help her!

“Hey Y/n? Me and the squad are gonna be hanging out in my room if you wanna come! It’ll be fun!” Mina whisper shouts, a grin on her face.

“I’ll be there!” You whisper back, already excited to be there to see the bakusquad shenanigans.

“Oh, did you hear that-“ 

“Mina, stop talking in my class, or i will send you to detention.” Aizawa clears his throat and goes back to his lesson. Mina grabs your arm and has a displeased look on her face.

“i’ll tell you later..” She says, and then she tries to focus on the lesson. You can clearly see that she’s confused.  

“I could help you later if you want.” You offer, and Mina wraps you up in a hug.

“I love you Y/n thank you!!” she exclaims not in a whisper voice and you quickly shush her. Luckily Aizawa didn’t hear anything.

TSUYU ASUI, who is always giving you little snacks and packing your lunch for you. Sometimes she’ll even bring delicious homemade food!

Your stomach grumbles and you look around to see if anyone noticed— but they didn’t. You forgot to eat breakfast and it’s the class before lunch, so you’re starving. You stare at the clock, willing it to go faster. 

“Y/n? Are you hungry, kero? I made chocolate cookies if you want some.” Your eyes light up at Tsu’s words and you eagerly nod your head. 

Tsu hands you a cookie and you take a bite of it immediately. “Mmm!” you whisper because you‘re not really supposed to be eating in class, “These are so good, thank you!”

“im glad you like them, kero.” Tsu says, taking a bite of her cookie as well.

TORU HAGAKURE, who always lets you borrow her school supplies. Pencils, highlighters, erasers, anything you need!

“Okay class, take out your pencil and notebook. You’re gonna need them for this assignment.” Mr. Aizawa says. You pull out your notebook but after searching for two minutes, you realize that you have no pencil.

Hagakure taps you on the shoulder. “Y/n? Here, take this.” She holds out a sky blue pencil with little clouds on the sides.

“Thanks!” You say, “You’re really awesome for letting me use your school supplies, Hagakure. I owe you one!”

You can’t see Hagakure’s expression, but she sounds like she’s flustered. “O-oh, it’s no problem! I’m happy to help.”

i reposted this from my old account but i improved the writing a lot lol

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[anzulvr]

hiiii!!! do u think i can request a karma x reader or just Class E in general with a bit of a princess complex, i think itd be a bit funny to imagine how they humble reader or just treat them in general ^‿^

thankk uu and take ur time soz if this request doesnt make sense 😭

‧₊˚ ♡ Princess Complex ♡ ‧₊˚

Karma x Reader with a princess complex

+ general E class / Reader This is so cute, ur kaomoji is so cute! ur so cute! now think I have a princess complex... Trying out a new format ✧ fluff ✧ no warnings hdr by yeonkittiz on Pinterest divider by cafekitsune on here.

Princess complex meaning someone with a “pretty” outlook on life, high expectations, and wanting to be treated like a princess!

Ever since you joined E-class there’s always been one thing that stuck out to your classmates, and that was your “princess mentality.”

It’s not a problem when you’re dating Karma because he’s the type to feed into it. It’s not like you’re actually stuck up or look down on people. You might joke about it the same way he acts overly confident about himself but that’s as far as it goes, so he doesn’t see the harm in giving in to you, just a bit!

The negative aspect to having a “princess complex” is your inability to pitch when hard labor is involved. It doesn’t mix well with assassination attempts. This is probably the one thing that bothers the class as a whole.

“[Name], we need you to set the wire trap at the other side of the mountain!”

“That’s so much walking in this heat… and I’m gonna get my shoes all ruined!”

Kataoka has been trying to get you to pitch in a little more, as class rep she feels it’s her job. Whenever she asks you such and say you’ll do it later…and proceed to completely forget about it.

She thought getting Karma to ask would solve things but no you just feel more comfortable straight up rejecting his requests.

“Karma, tell [Name] she has to do something.”

“[Name], do something.”

“No.”

“I tried.”

Terasaka has to drag you all the way there, you’re helping whether you want to or not.

Karma’s usually the one having to push you into stuff you can’t bring yourself to.

Nagisa sent you both out to grab some essential items for the next attempt.

“Why can’t you carry it, this is heavyyyy.”

“[Name] I’ve been carrying your bag for the last 20 minutes, it feels like you drag bricks around.”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t sweat it this is light work, but you have to carry something yourself.” (His arms hurt but he’ll never admit that.)

“Alright- I guess I can do it… only because you asked.”

(For once!)

There are classmates who will call you out of the princess fantasy; Terasaka, Maehara (depends on the day tbh), Kataoka.

The teachers, for sure call you out!! Korosensei’s will dote on you but push you to make some effort. You don’t want to spar? He bargains.

“[Name] I know you don’t want to ruin your nails but please participate, if they break, I’ll re do them!!”

Mr. Karasuma just straight out lectures you about how assassination takes getting your hands dirty and takes sacrifice, he eventually gives up and does things your way- he noticed Karma is really good at pissing you off and partnering you up is the perfect way to bring out your potential.

“Scared to mess up your hair? Sounds like a lame excuse, just admit you suck at sparring.”

“YOU’LL EAT YOUR WORDS.” (You ended up losing, but hey at least you swung this time!)

Ms. Vitch is a bit different, encouraging you to continue to have the mindset you do. she adores you because you remind her of herself, she’s got a soft spot! Your #1 supporter. You helped design the assassination uniforms with her.

In contrast there’s classmates who’ll let you live out your princess dreams, Hinano, Isogai (he will encourage you to help out so sweetly it won't feel like he’s trying to humble you when he is.) , Nagisa lets you do your thing, Okajima who’s to big of a simp to complain, Ritsu whose the cutest ever.

With Princess syndrome comes high standards, so Karma’s kind of flattered he fits yours. He’s a bit unsure of himself underneath the front he puts on, having your approval means a lot to him but he won’t admit that out loud.

— sorry I took such a break from posting, please correct my mistakes if you catch any :)

[wonysugar]

it’s so over for me…. ch. 21

a date!! no shivers

word count : 1.1k

you stared at her latest message, “only if you want it to be<3” before scoffing.

ugh. who does the fuck she think she is?? making you giggle like an idiot like that.. embarrassing, really..

upon sending your latest message, the one containing your dorm number, you immediately threw your phone on the bed and rushed to your closet, already thinking of a possible outfit. this exact sequence of actions gave you very vivid flashbacks of the night of the party, which made you scoff.

cause, yknow, that was the same night that an intoxicated aeri was tongue deep inside you.

that really wasn’t relevant at the moment, what especially mattered was the amount of bomb ass ice cream you were gonna eat later,

with a very sober aeri.

you giggled as you looked into your closet, smiled wider when you thought of a potential cute outfit (thanks to that one trip to h&m), grabbed the necessary clothing for it, and quickly got dressed, enthusiasm and excitement definitely showing through the speed of your actions.

after getting (very nicely) dressed, you patiently waited for an indicator that aeri was here. thankfully, it didn’t take long at all for her to show up and be at your door, the sudden sound of the doorbell getting you even more excited about the ‘date’ in question.

“hey whore.” she said, wearing a wide grin, so wide that it made her look stupid. 

“hey slut.” you said back, grinning just as much as she was, because you apparently didn’t mind looking stupid, either.

she stood there, stared at your outfit with a dorky smile, then subconsciously, slightly, nodded her head at the sight. i mean, you dressed up for her, she’d be crazy not to notice that. what she didn’t notice, though, was that she was staring for a bit longer than she intended to. you internally laughed, god she really was a dork.

in response to her staring, you teased, “didn’t think i could wear cute clothes, huh?” 

snapped out of her trance, “yeah.. y-yeah, nice to see you at least have some fashion sense.” she nervously giggled, attempting to seem just as rude as she always is, stepping aside from the doorframe, leaving you space to leave your dorm. “anywaysss uh– after you.” she added, avoiding your gaze.

you could’ve sworn you saw a tint of red on her face, she was blushing at least a little bit, you were certain of it. 

with a grin, you walked out of the room, the action followed by the sound of her gently closing your door, her rhythmic footsteps so loud, so loud that they were practically resonating in the hall. 

or was that your heartbeat? you really couldn’t tell.

-

“yeah so then i was like… ohhh my god like please shut up and just let me copy your homework, like it’s really not that deep, you know?” she explained, sitting on the driver’s seat of her fancy car with you, by her side, as she took occasional licks from her very basic, very vanilla ice cream. you, on the other hand, were already done with your food, and waited for her to finish.

you nodded, “so you were the exact same in high school. you never change, huh?” endlessly teasing her as she laughed with you.

“basically, yeah. it’s in my blood.”

“you know, if i was your classmate in high school, i would’ve let you copy any sort of homework you asked for.” you said, trying to get another one of her flustered reactions out of her. which very much worked, as per usual, considering she quickly stumbled on her words and slightly fidgeted with her hands. it was a thing she did whenever she got nervous. 

oh it was so fun seeing her like this.

“oh if i did ask you it’d be a way of flirting, probably— anyways uh!! so like i was saying–”

you smiled warmly as you listened to her every word, looking at her eyes, her lips, the structure of it all, her whole face in general. you even watched her body language, the way she paid close attention to not breaking her nails whenever she did any sort of movement, the way that, despite that, she’d still dig them into her fingers whenever she fidgeted with her hands.

god she was really cute. the best way you could describe it is… yknow– if a loser girl randomly woke up in the body of a super attractive mean girl one day and asked no questions, just quickly took advantage of the fact that pretty privilege existed and did whatever she wanted? yeah, that was her.

that was aeri uchinaga.

she was a huge bitch, yeah, but once you got to actually know her? once she let you see what was behind that ‘bad bitch’ facade she always seemed to have, she was a sweetheart. for example, she definitely didn’t want you to notice, but she got you five extra napkins and asked for extra sprinkles when she ordered your ice cream; but you did, you did notice.

in other words, she was a softie, she just didn’t wanna show it.

you’d get it out of her one day, though! you were determined.

“–like i get reading books, but if you seriously expect me to read planet of the apes and enjoy it enough to answer stupid fucking study guide questions about it, you need to be locked up as soon as possible?? like, how is someone as sick and twisted as yo–”

“wait, books??” you quickly exclaimed, your selective hearing really coming through on this one

she sighed, “yes, y/n, books. were you even listeni–”

“oh aeri i love books!”

oh there you go.

“i don’t think you read much but god, reading is so fun! especially romance books and especiallyyy sapphic books!” you added, rambling, on and on, as she listened to you, on and on.

“okay– well…” she quickly cut you off before you continued, you stopped, worrying that you might’ve talked too much. you truly never shut up about your interests, particularly books. 

“ugh okay– hate to admit that you’re right but yeah no i don’t– i don’t read. so do you have like.. any recommendations? like, what a beginner should read and shit?”

oh my god.

oh my god?

is it too early to propose??

-

“aeri, you really didn’t have to get me a&w, you know that?” you stated, holding onto the bag of junkfood before settling it down on the drawer next to the door.

“we drove around for like 2 hours y/n, i’m not making you go back home on an empty stomach, i’m not a man.” she joked around, smirking and leaning into the frame as you giggled at her words, mentally high fiving herself for making you laugh at one of her jokes. 

“well, it’s not like i can eat this whole thing alone.” you muttered, making her eyes perk up at you. 

“h-huh, what do you mean, do you not have a big appetite?”

you smiled, she really was clueless,

“i’m asking you if you can stay the night, aeri.”

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[liminal-space-lesbian]

Loser IV

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, scary Wednesday, bullying / harassment, the d slur, physical violence, blood, panic attack, mentions of police and EMS

Summary: During a field trip to Pilgrim World you and Enid are paired up for volunteering. Things are going well until a group of boys decide to harass Enid.

Words: 3,659

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

a/n guyssss this is kinda bad ngl... I got carried away but OH WELL. Also any legal stuff I mention is all mumbo jumbo bc I have no clue how any of that works so just ignore it please 🫶

The days following your confession to Enid were... awkward to say the least. Though you both had promised things could go back to normal there was a tension between the two of you. You caught Enid staring at you more than once during Vampire biology, and you weren't quite sure what to make of it.

Today wasn't the day to worry about it however, considering you and your classmates were on a field trip of sorts to Pilgrim World to... volunteer? You weren't really paying attention during the announcement so you weren't even sure. All you knew was that getting away from Nevermore for a change of scenery was just what you needed for a distraction.

Or so you thought.

Apparently your teacher was pairing up students for their tasks of the day, and you were paired with none other than Enid. Perfect.

"Ready, partner?" Enid asks, bouncing up to you excitedly and looping her arm through yours. You stiffened at the contact, your heart skipping a beat at the warmth of her arm against yours. Her smile faltered as she noticed you tense, trying to casually release your arm. The atmosphere between you was awkward now. Great.

"Ready as I'll ever be. What are we even supposed to do anyways?" You ask, trying to diffuse the tension as you begin walking side by side. Enid lets out an agitated sigh, rolling her eyes.

"We get the boring job. We have to check tickets at the entrance." Enid says with a groan, purposefully dragging her feet as she casts a forlorn glance at you. You can't help but chuckle at her antics.

"Well at least you'll have good company." You say with a cocky grin, causing her to smile, pink tinging her cheeks. You felt your heart stutter in your chest. 'Wait, was that flirting? Did I accidentally just flirt with her? Oh God I hope I didn't weird her out.' You think frantically as you turn your gaze ahead.

"Mm that's true. I do think I got the best volunteer buddy for the day." Enid says with a wide smile, her eyes glittering with mischief and something almost like affection. You had to look away from her gaze or else you'd stare for too long. 'Why is she so pretty, oh my God.' You thought as you felt your cheeks burn.

"Oh hey, are you guys the Nevermore volunteers?" A young man with a scruffy beard and messy blond hair asked with a half smile. You nodded, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

"Yep that's us. Are you like our adult supervision for the day?" You asked, eyeing the pamphlets in his hands. He barks out a laugh, causing you to flinch slightly.

"Well, something like that. I'm not gonna be here to supervise much though, you're taking over my job for the day. I'll show you the ropes, and if you need anything I'll be in the lounge." He explains simply, handing you some pamphlets and a hole punch to Enid.

"It's simple, you," he points at Enid, "take a look at the tickets and make sure the date and price is correct, then hole punch the upper right corner like this." He demonstrates on a ticket he pulls out of his pocket, then he turns to you. "And you hand out the pamphlets, which is basically more information on Pilgrim World and also a map of the grounds. Easy peasy." He says, patting you on the shoulder and flashing you a smile. "Well I'm off, goodluck." And with those words he was gone.

You turn to Enid, only to already find her staring at you wide eyed.

"Well that was... a less than ideal introduction." You say, stifling a chuckle at Enid's distraught expression.

"Yeah, that's one way of putting it. We totally got this though, how hard can it be? Like he said, easy peasy." She says, shrugging her shoulders as she tries to stay optimistic, turning to face the entrance as a few people approach with their tickets.

"Hi! Welcome to Pilgrim World!" She says in her usual enthusiastic tone, causing you to smile. This day was gonna be a peace of cake.

~ ~ ~

Oh how wrong you were. After about an hour of standing in the hot sun waiting for people to arrive, this job was looking very bleak. Pilgrim World wasn't as popular of an attraction as it used to be, if it was ever popular to begin with. You were simply standing there sweating miserably, and you now understood why that guy was so eager to leave you two to this job.

"Well this sucks." You say with a sigh, wiping sweat off your forehead. Enid chuckles, gently pushing your shoulder with hers.

"Hey, don't be so negative. I mean we've already been here for," she checks her phone for the time and blanches, "forty minutes?" She nearly shouts in astonishment, her expression crumpling. "Oh my gosh we're going to actually die here." She dramatically says in despair. You couldn't help but laugh, causing her to playfully pout at you.

"Hey, how about I run and grab us some water from the fridge inside? A cool drink will probably make this a bit more bearable." You offer, and Enid turns to you with wide eyes. She grabs you by the shoulders and looks in your eyes seriously.

"At this very moment in time I wouldn't love anything more than a cold water." She says in a dead serious tone and you stifle a laugh, gently patting the hands that rest on your shoulders.

"Yes ma'am! Think you can hold down the fort while I run and get them?" You ask, wiggling your eyebrows playfully as you gesture to the empty queue. She scoffs, playfully pushing you in the direction of the lounge.

"Yes, I am more than confident that I can handle it." She says with an eyeroll and you giggle as you scurry off to get some water. You let out a relieved sigh as you enter the cool ac of the lounge. The guy who was supposed to be supervising you was lying on one of the couches, dead asleep. You chuckle softly as you open the fridge and grab two chilled bottles of water. You turn around to head back outside only to be met with Wednesday standing right behind you.

"Holy shit." You nearly scream, flinching back from Wednesday sharply. The girl doesn't react, simply staring at you with the same intense dead eyed stare.

"What are you doing?" She questions, her tone cold. You feel goosebumps rise on your arms from the intensity of her stare, and you swallow nervously.

"I'm getting water for Enid and I, since it's hot in the sun." You explain, voice shaking embarrassingly as Wednesdays eyes narrow. There is a tense silence for a moment before Wednesday takes a minuscule step closer to you, causing you to take a step backwards, nearly bumping into the fridge.

"Enid cares about you. I can't even begin to understand why, considering you are nearly as unremarkable as a drop of water amidst the ocean. However you are important to her, considering you're nearly all she ever talks about. So I shall give you a single warning." She leans closer to your personal space and you lean backwards away from her, heart racing in fear at her unblinking gaze. 'How does she never blink? It's like she has creepy soulless doll eyes.' You think as her dark eyes bore into your soul.

"If you hurt her, I will eviscerate you and strangle you with your own intestines." Wednesday says, her tone clear and colder than ice. You shiver, and nod, not trusting your voice. There is another moment of tense silence before Wednesday turns on her heel and leaves you alone, heart still hammering in your chest.

"What the hell was that?" You whisper to yourself, blinking at the space Wednesday occupied only moments before. What did she mean, Enid cares about you? She talks about you all the time? You couldn't help feeling a flicker of happiness at the thought. You shake your head, quickly leaving the lounge and heading back to Enid. You'd unpack your encounter with Wednesday later, right now you needed to get back to Enid.

As you approached, you noticed three guys standing a bit too close to Enid for comfort. You could see the jeering smiles on their faces before you heard their voices, and you felt adrenaline begin to flood your system as you approached.

"Isn't this the little werewolf chick from Nevermore?" One of them drawls, pinching the shoulder of Enid's blazer, causing her to lean away from him.

"Yeah I think so. She's the one who can't even shift though, right? Like some sort of runt or something." One of the other boys taunts, reaching over to tug at a piece of Enid's dyed hair.

"Hey, what's going on here?" You announce your presence loudly, shoving your way through the boys to stand beside Enid, placing your body between them. Your tone is cold and your expression is serious as you stare down the boy who touched Enid's hair.

"Tsk, chill we're just trying to get her number." The boy lies, a disgusting smile curving at his lips as his eyes drift from you to Enid, who was still standing slightly behind you. You shift your body to shield her from his gaze.

"Well she's not interested. So either show me your ticket or fuck off." You say, your voice hard as you grit your teeth. He raises his eyebrows at you, a scoff leaving his lips as he glances at his friends for support, who chuckle as well.

"Oh, what, is she your girlfriend or something? Damn, can you imagine being a dyke and a Nevermore freak?" He directs his question to his friends, who jeer and laugh along with him.

"Hey!" Enid protest from behind you, but you cut her off, wrinkling your nose in disgust as you stare him down.

"Seriously dude? Grow up." You snap, your tone laced with distaste. The kid straightens up to his full height, trying to loom over you and intimidate you. Your heart pounds nearly painfully in your chest with fear, but you keep your exterior calm.

"Or what? What even are you anyway, a vampire or some shit? Gonna bite me?" He taunts, and you stare at him with an unimpressed look.

"You're really fucking pathetic, you know that?" You say, anger flaring in your chest now. 'Can't this douchebag just leave us alone? God, why is he so entitled.' You think as your grind your teeth.

"What'd you just say?" He asks in a threatening tone, stepping into your personal space. You hold your ground, meeting his gaze. Your pulse roared in your ears and you felt Enid's hand grip the back of your blazer tightly.

"Oh, are you deaf or just stupid?" You taunt, feeling a shred of satisfaction at the way his expression contorts with anger. You see the way his hands ball into fists and you gently reach behind you, pushing Enid away from you.

Just as you expected the boy shoved you hard in the chest, causing you to stumble backward. Enid cried out your name but you ignored her. He had put his hands on you, now you could beat the shit out of him.

You drop the bottles of water into the dirt and fly at him, driving your elbow into his face. He stumbles back with a grunt, but before you can land another hit one of his friends grabs your arms and wrenches them behind your back. He lifts you up painfully, forcing you to stand on your tiptioes as your shoulders strain under the angle he has your arms pinned at.

"Fucking whore." The boy spits, punching you across the face. Your head snaps to the side but you hardly feel the pain from the adrenaline in your system. You don't know where the third boy is, too focused on the one holding your arms. Your punched in the face again and you twist and writhe, trying to escape the firm grasp on your arms.

Suddenly you're released and sent sprawling into the dirt face first. You scramble to your feet and glance behind you to see Wednesday standing over the boy who had been holding your arms. You turn back to the one who had punched you and lunge. You slam your shoulder into his stomach and tackle him to the ground. He gasps for breath as the wind is knocked out of him. Before he can recover you are slamming your fist into his nose repeatedly. Your vision narrows, solely focusing on continuously hitting him. Your heartbeat roars in your ears and rage seems to fill every inch of your body. 'How dare he harass Enid? How dare he say those things about her?' Your mind repeats this like a mantra as you continue hitting him.

Suddenly someone is dragging you off of him, shouting at you. You shove them away, trying to claw your way back to him, but their grip is too strong.

"Let me go! I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna beat that motherfucker until he can't breathe." You snarl, writhing and struggling against the arms holding you back. Your voice tears through your throat as you scream, slowly losing steam as you feel ever emotion flood your system.

"Y/n, you need to calm down." An even voice says close to your ear, and you sag into the arms, tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You feel overwhelmed in every sense of the word as you try to catch your breath, hyperventilating as you begin to sob.

The next thing you know you're sitting in the dirt crying, Wednesday in front of you with something akin to concern in her gaze. Enid hovers behind her, looking panicked. You notice her claws are out and covered in blood.

"Y/n you need to take deep breaths." Wednesday says in a steady reassuring voice. You try to even your breathing, still gasping and hyperventilating as your eyes dart around. You notice a few adults are kneeling over the boys. who are all lying on the ground or sitting up clutching various injuries.

"Let's get you three to the lounge." One of the Pilgrim World employees says before leading you to the lounge and away from the boys. You wait for EMS and the police to arrive, slowly calming down, wiping your eyes as you stare down at your shaking and bloodied hands.

"Here." Enid's voice says softly beside you, her hand gently tilting your head towards her so she can dab at the blood dripping down your face. You avoid her gaze, your breathing shaky from crying.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, sniffling slightly. Enid lets out a quiet breath, her thumb tracing your jaw gently.

"You don't need to apologize. You were just trying to help; those guys were being creeps." She says softly as she finishes wiping at the blood on your face. You look up as an officer enters the room, speaking to one of the Pilgrim World employees before nodding and leaving once more to retrieve EMS.

"What'd he say?" You ask the employee nervously. They sigh and look at you with their hands on their hips.

"Well, since we have security footage of the fight we know you're not the aggressor, so long as neither of you press charges the cops are willing to let it go." They say with a heavy sigh, looking relieved. "Of course you'll all be banned from Pilgrim World in the future but I assume that's the least of your worries." They say with a tight lipped smile and a nod.

"Oh okay... Thank you." You murmur, dropping your head to rest in your hands as you take a deep breath, The adrenaline had long since fled your body and now your face and knuckles were throbbing terribly. Your shoulders felt strained from how they had been held as well.

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur as EMS checked you out, patching you up and giving you a few stitches on your lip where it had been split from the boy punching you in the teeth.

Soon you were back at Nevermore and lying on your bed with an ice-pack pressed to the entirety of your face. Every heartbeat sent pulsing pain through your face and hands, causing you to groan. You didn't regret it exactly, you knew you'd fight a thousand people to protect Enid. You just wished it didn't have to escalate that far.

There was a knock at your door and you mumbled for whoever was there to come in. You pulled the icepack off your face and were surprised to see Enid standing there.

"Oh. Hi." You say dumbly, sitting up to stare at her in surprise. She offers you a small smile, padding over to stand in front of you, fiddling with her hands nervously. "Uh... Sorry again for earlier. I didn't want to fight him but he just wouldn't-" Your rambling was cut off as Enid threw herself at you, wrapping you in a tight hug. You stiffened in shock, gently resting a hand on her back.

"Thank you." Enid whispered, pressing her face into your neck, and you felt goosebumps prickle your skin as her breath tickled your skin.

"I- it's no big deal." You say casually, rubbing Enid's back soothingly as she tightens her grip on you..

"I was really scared when they were... I didn't know what they wanted with me. You have no idea how relieved I was when you showed up." Enid admits as she leans back to look at your face. Your heart lurches when you notice her eyes glistening with tears.

"Hey, it's okay. I'd never let them do anything to you." You say, attempting to comfort her as you brush hair away from her face, offering a gentle smile. Her eyes soften and her gaze flicks down to your lips for a moment. Your heart races in your chest, and you think maybe you had just imagined it.

"Well I appreciate you. And I'm sorry that you got hurt." Enid says, leaning back slightly as she adjusts how she's sitting in your lap. Her fingers trace the stitches on your lip and suddenly the throbbing pain was replaced with pleasant tingles.

"I'd do it a thousand times if you asked." You whisper before you can stop yourself, and Enid's lips part slightly in surprise. Her eyebrows pull together slightly as her thumb traces your bottom lip, her breath fanning over your face. 'She looks like she wants to kiss me.' You think, sure you must have some sort of head trauma. No way Enid would-

All at once, she's leaning down and her lips press to yours gently, softer than rose petals. Her mouth is warm, her lips tasting of cherry lipgloss. Your eyes drift shut and your hand on her back presses her closer to you. Your head feels light and airy, as if it's full of clouds. Surely you're dreaming?

No, the way Enid cups your jaw in her hands is all too real. The soft breath she exhales through her nose as she moves her lips against yours, tilting her head slightly so her nose brushes your cheek. All too soon she pulls away and looks into your eyes, her face tinged with a blush.

"I like you too." She confesses in a quiet voice, and you simply stare up at her dumbly, mouth agape. "When you were avoiding me it made me realize I thought of you more than I did Ajax. I was more upset over you than I was over my breakup with him." She murmurs, looking a but ashamed. You bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek lightly.

"I can't say I'm disappointed." You say with a breathless chuckle, a smile curling at your lips involuntarily. Enid smiles back, giggling slightly as she leans into your touch.

"So... will you maybe be my girlfriend?" She asks quietly, her hands sliding down from where they cup your jaw to rest on your shoulders. Your stitches burn from how big you smile.

"Only if you'll be my girlfriend too." You tease, chuckling at the way Enid covers her giggle with her palm, gently giving your shoulder a playful swat.

"Okay, we're girlfriends then." She says with a broad smile, bringing her face close to yours to place a gentle kiss at the corner of your mouth. You gently guide her lips to yours to kiss her fully, relishing in the taste of her lipgloss as you inhale deeply through your nose, smelling her vanilla shampoo.

You lean back onto your bed, pulling her down on top of you, cuddling her close. She is more than happy to oblige, curling into your side and nuzzling her face into your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. Your arm is wrapped around her shoulders while your free hand is laced with hers where it rests on your stomach. Her legs twine with yours lazily and you let out a contented sigh.

Your face and knuckles are still throbbing, and you know your lip will scar. However those worries seem small and far away as Enid's warmth seeps into your body. You feel sleep tugging at your mind as you roll over, tucking Enid's head under your chin as you wrap your arms around her. She quickly reciprocates, her arms looping around your waist as she holds you close to her. She's so soft and warm that it's not long before sleep fully takes you.

When you wake up the next morning with Enid still in your arms, you fully realize that it was in fact not a dream.

p.s. I've never kissed anyone before so if it's poorly written that's why 💀

[bbanghiitomi]

| lukewarm.

synopsis: you're neither cold nor warm, neither mad nor happy. you don't hate minji, and no — don't get the wrong idea, you definitely love minji even if you tell yourself you don't anymore.

— nonidol!kminji × nonidol!vballplayer!fem!reader

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"nice shirt, i noticed you have a lot of those." yeeun pointed out to minji as the tall girl pulled the hem of her shirt to fix the creases on the fabric. minji laughed and took a seat on the couch inside their friend's living room. "yeah, i do have a lot of these but i can't wear them for now." minji replied, looking down then scratching her nape with a sheepish expression.

"why not?" yeeun asked, leaning on the couch, hanni entered the living room with three cans of soda and placed it on the table. minji looked at hanni then to their classmate. "some of my clothes are still inside y/n's room." hanni laughed, covering her mouth. minji sighed as hanni tapped their classmate's shoulder. "hey, go on drink!" she said, pushing a can on the girl's hands.

"oh, i didn't know you two broke up." yeeun stated, opening the can as the sound of fiz rang inside minji's head, reminding her of the sound y/n's favorite drink makes.

"they did quite a long time ago." hanni piped in, looking at yeeun with the signature look on her face that said "can you believe that?" yeeun nodded but minji rolled her eyes and sighed. "not quite, it's only been two weeks and a half, remember when we presented our research? we've already broken up at that time." minji corrected.

"so it hasn't been that long huh?" yeeun muttered and chugged the drink. hanni shook her head and waved her hand. "well, that has to be at least the longest, because i remember when they broke up and it only lasted for like 2 days." hanni received a chuckle from yeeun and a groan from minji.

"you're so weird hanni." minji scoffed.

"but it's true, right? you act like you're not hoping to make up with her — but she's been ignoring you for days, on repeat." hanni nudged her friend, yeeun shrugged and spoke. "i did hear hiyyih mention that you once broke up with her and then got back up after a few days." yeeun remembered during one recess where hiyyih was talking with friends and mentioned your argument with minji.

minji nodded. "technically, that's true. but it's different now, it's not just a burst of negative emotions, she's serious this time. and i'm starting to think this isn't gonna get better anytime." hanni sighed. "well friend, guess what? it's not gonna be just her being moody, you can't just fix it with a date on a saturday morning."

"i never said i can. i literally saw her shitting on me on her twitter account — she even blocked me on her instagram." minji pushed her hair back and rolled her eyes. "that's probably what being sick of each other's faces gets you." she added.

yeeun looked at hanni then to minji. "well what happened? is that why you were moody after we got scolded during our presentation?" yeeun asked, placing the cold can on the table. minji nodded. "it's not really just that but mostly yeah, remember during the festival at our school?" minji asked yeeun.

it was the day after she lied to you about staying out at a classmate's house late at night for their class' stall. in reality, she was indeed helping out but most of the time was spent on drinking. she told you she was going home at 11pm and asked you to sleep — you were convinced because hell! she had you on a video call, showed you the surroundings, table and there was no fucking alcohol to be found, you even asked her classmates, specially the closest mutual; kim jiwon.

jiwon's answer was: "honestly, i don't really know — but they did go there to continue building our stall, i was informed by yeeun that they were there for a couple of hours."

so you were convinced, but it only took you two days to realize — you had a conversation with jiwon's friend during your volleyball training; naoi rei, she mentioned that she was tired from that night, that she had to come home at between 1am and 2am, they stayed over late because they weren't able to finish the stall up until 1am due to the fact they got drunk.

you were fucking pissed, you realized that was the reason minji came to school late that festival, was literally sitting behind their stall asleep, drunk 3 cups of coffee to stay awake.

and she even had the nerve to come to your class' stall and "support" you.

during the night before the research presentations, you had a conversation with her. that's where you poured out all the hidden anger you've been bottling up lately, you don't care how much she spent time watching you play volleyball — you know damn well she's doing that because she's done something stupid.

then, you started ignoring her — heck, even your homeroom teacher and hers had to get in between for the tea.

everyone, including her classmates and your classmates were surprised, you were the IT couple of the batch and it was all poured down the drain because of one stupid night.

"well, yeah. you got drunk the night before right?" minji slapped a hand on her face when yeeun mentioned it. "yes, and fuck she got so mad." yeeun scratched her head. "i thought everything was good, you even ate lunch with her the day after the festival."

"she found out i lied, and i seriously thought it was not that serious but she just bursted out mad at me." minji added, rubbing her face. hanni scoffed and hit her friend on her shoulder.

"you're lucky she just screamed at you, i would've punched you in the face, scumbag!"

yeeun laughed. "wow, no wonder she went out with wonyoung instead after they won the volleyball match."

"yeah and that's why i didn't ask you to watch, because imagine if she just spiked the ball at my face." yeeun couldn't help but laugh harder, hanni scoffed. "so what now, loser? her parents are still attached to you and the school ceremony for top student's next week, wouldn't that be awkward?" minji stared at her friend with a stone cold expression.

"i haven't even gotten my clothes yet."

hanni threw her head back and frowned. "but minji! you can have all the time to get those things back, we know y/n would return it but… dude does your parents even know what happened?"

yeeun winced. "ugh, that'll be hard."

minji nodded. "yeah, i don't think she's ever mentioned anything about it. her parents are pretty strict and care more about her education, i'm even shocked they let her be with me. i feel like she's only told them about our break up, nothing more than that."

"well good luck then." hanni stated.

minji sat by one of the chairs surrounding a round table, her eyes are on the people mingling around people, wearing smart casuals. it's the ceremony and her mom isn't somewhere to be seen, she said she'll be talking with the other guests and left minji. minji sighed.

you on the other hand preferred being with your friends, wonyoung and yoona. you really never expected anything surprising other than seeing the face of your stupid ex, you spot minji sitting beside yeeun and hanni, the two talked but minji sat there with a frown.

you snickered.

everything is supposed to be okay, until you saw your mother with minji's mom, they both approached minji and you couldn't help but wince, turning your back against the view, refusing to even get yourself involved on your mother prying over your relationship.

"minji! i haven't seen you in a long time." minji looked in front of her and saw your mother and her mom. she stood up quickly and greeted the older woman. "good evening,"

minji's mom laughed. "ah, minji's been busy doing her own stuff. by the way how's y/n doing?"

"she's joining the varsity for volleyball, i signed her up and she's getting more training than before. it's a shame really, minji would've been there to watch over my daughter."

minji laughed sheepishly. "y/n's a big girl already, don't worry i'm sure she can handle herself."

"i'm so proud of her! she's been excellent lately, i wish minji would join extra curricular activities, just to boost her qualifications for the future!" you have always been excellent, even before you had minji, even after you lost her — in the end, minji had to say it was her loss, never yours.

she had been distracted a lot after you broke up with her, meanwhile you used that as a motivation to be better than minji — you are just very petty.

she hated and loved that part of you.

so competitive.

"hey minji, visit our place anytime you can alright? we really miss you." your mom smiled at minji and patted her shoulder. "but what about y/n? it's awkward." minji spoke, scratching her nape with an airy laugh.

"don't worry about her! she's just playing hard to get, try harder maybe you can have her back." your mom winked at minji and laughed.

okay, maybe she should?

kim "idiot" minji

hey

hope you don't mind if i visit your place

i'm gonna go get my clothes and things i left

:(((

seen.

you rolled your eyes as soon as you spotted the familiar pair of shoes on the doorway, you entered and saw minji sitting on the sofa with your brother. you ignored them and walked your way to a corridor, then inside your room. minji saw you and stood up.

"hey, i'm just gonna fetch my clothes in your sister's room." minji smiled at your brother, and the younger boy shrugged. "good luck then."

it felt like throwing oneself inside a lion's den, as minji stood in front of your door, she didn't have any idea what she should say — she knows it isn't a great idea, but there are no ideas left, if she'll only be able to claim her things back, or if she'll have your heart — it would be better if comes home with both.

chances are slim of course, her image has been tainted, even with that one mistake — still, you didn't really know if your decision of breaking up with her is for the best; a part of you screamed for her to leave you alone — and the other part wished you could've had more time to get your shit back together.

you don't know whether it's too late, but you had her things already packed in case she comes back looking for them.

you heard a knock and you took deep breaths before stomping your way to the door. you found yourself shaking as you held the cold door knob, not knowing whether it's you or the air inside your room. why is it freezing cold? why are you nervous? you chose this path.

twisting the knob, your eyes met minji's round ones, her thick eyebrows that stood so prominent, catching your attention as it furrowed. minji cleared her throat. "hey, y/n… i'm sorry for barging in. i was just — i'm here to get my things that i left." you nodded at her and opened the door wider for her.

"go on, i already packed them for you." minji nodded and made her way inside. goddamnit, the smell, it hit her that she might not be coming back to this room anymore, the room she had been even before you became her girlfriend, and after everything. it's sad, she spotted her clothes, hoodies, even the notes she left packed in a box.

minji wished you hadn't done that, because first, even if you hated her, you're just way too nice — second because she wished she had more time in your room to get her shit together and think of something, just something to convince you to come back to her.

"what are you waiting for? are you just gonna stand there?" you asked. minji took deep breaths and closed her eyes before turning around to face you. "hey, y/n can we please talk about this more? i know i only came here for my clothes but — bro…" you wanted to laugh, but that'll be too mean.

you rolled your eyes and shrugged. "is there anything else left for us to discuss? i thought you said you're tired of explaining."

minji rubbed her face with her hands and groaned. "i know i did, i'm sorry that's so fucking stupid of me. but please, we were both mad and upset that time, if we were both calm, you know we can discuss it better, right?" minji pleaded, walking towards you, you scoffed — looking away from her.

"you're the only one who thinks that way, minji. and i don't have time in this world to accommodate your stupidity." now you're getting mad again. minji took deep breaths, you looked at her and frowned. "calm down—"

"shut up." you cut her off.

it was silent for at least 5 minutes, you were thinking, twice — if you would listen to her ramblings, give her a chance to redeem herself, you wanted to you just can't accept that you actually want to give her a chance because if you didn't want to, you could've kicked her out already.

you regained your posture. "say what you want to say then, before i get pissed and kick you out, throw your things on the road."

minji nodded. "thanks! i know i lied, i'm sorry, i know it hurt you, sorry for not trusting you because you really did trust me a lot and i broke it. i lied because i know that it was wrong, i was scared you might get mad at me now i learned my lesson! was there another time where i lied to you? if yes — i'm so sorry y/n please forgive me! i'll do anything just to have you back, even if i tell myself that i'm fine without you. i know i'm not! and i admit that it's my loss, that you can live a life the same way, even better without me — but it's the opposite for me."

no, minji has never lied to you other than that time — because you're a very petty person okay? you hold grudges for over a long time, minji knows that, you remember when someone did you wrong; you'll take that to your grave, swearing to never forget. maybe that's why it's serious for you, because she built your trust over the time, you loved her because you know she would never, and she had never lied to you; that time you found out, it didn't make sense because why would she lie?

"i know, you never lied to me other than that time — but that's why i felt that way right? i don't understand why you lied, because you never did before and there is no reason why you should! i can't explain it, because i never imagined you to be that type of a lover, so when reality hit me that if you got the chance again, you'd make me an idiot again. and i wouldn't want that to be my cycle." you had a lot of pride, because in all honesty, you can proudly say you have never lied to her.

minji knows your schedule, you always tell her what you are up to, your plans — when you stay out late, you exactly tell her what for! and when she demands that she takes you home, you allow her.

there's no reason for you to be scared of what clapback minji has; because she has none.

"i can still be your honest lover, i swear! and no promises, but you can always remember what i'm saying right now. i would never lie to you ever again. mark my words, kill me if i do again, i'll let you." you laughed, minji was serious — but you laughed, because you know you will seriously kill her if she does lie again.

"don't worry i will." you scoffed. minji smiled. "i'm sorry, babe?" minji didn't hesitate, you gave her a blank stare as she gave you those puppy eyes. you huffed and turned around, you had your bacm facing her you let her be as she embraced you in a hug, resting her chin your shoulder while gently rocking you.

"i'll get back at you okay? we can study together here for the whole month." minji pouted, you looked at her and shrugged, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. "whatever." minji chuckled and kissed your cheek. "i love you."

you sighed. "hmmm… yeah me too."

at the end of the day, you still love minji, even if she's a huge idiot, sometimes an asshole — you have to admit that you had a burst of emotion that night you broke up with her, you still think it's valid though. but yeah, minji is a good lover, you just hope she doesn't do something stupid ever again.

minji snuggled close to you, holding you with her big hands. you're still putting up a wall though, she's not gonna get the satisfaction of seeing you all over her again for a week or two.

you have to show her who's the boss.

and it's you.

[demonslayeranimex]

_________________________________________ hello everyone! This is a special fic for a very amazing writer, slay aka the one who encouraged and is probably the reason I'm writing a fanfic right now. also while I'm at it apologies for unannounced hiatus in my writing.

Ps this is a fic of Katsuki Bakugo, a character from Mha (my hero academia) and slay's oc, Kansatoki Hikari so this won't be a character x reader, at least for this fic.

@slayfics hope you enjoy this fic and your birthday

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As Kansatoki started to wake up, rubbing her eyes slowly, having no energy at all to deal with people and the day in general. Then as she looked over to her phone, there was a notification from her calendar app, what now she thought as she clicked it, still groggy in the process.

As she saw the date on her phone, her eyes widened when she saw the date, March 17th. It was her birthday today, she almost forgot about that type of thing as she didn't have any fond memories of this day. She hoped none of her classmates would remember or even pay attention to it.

Kansatoki started to get ready for the day, there weren't any classes today so she didn't need to wear her black uniform, so she grabbed an oversized t-shirt and some shorts. Then she forced herself to go out of her dorm then made her way downstairs.

After the signal appeared from the elevator, indicating that it was the bottom floor, Kansatoki exited it, only to be greeted by a massive amount of people greeting her happy birthdays and stuff like that. As she scanned the room, looking for a specific person, only to find he wasn't there. She was confused so she searched around, planning to ask his friend where he was. He would know, right?

"Hey Kirishima, where's Bakugo?" Kansatoki asked

"Oh hey Kansa! Bakugo said and I quote "I'm not spending my rest day with you extras" so that might be the reason why you can't find him" he explained, she laughed a bit at the answer. I guess she would expect him to be locked in his room, this was bakugo we were talking about after all.

After that short conversation, Kansatoki got to the elevator once again, heading for bakugo's floor.

After she got there, she started to bang on his door loudly. After a while Bakugo opened the door with a scowl plastered on his face.

"Oi! What the hell do you want, you damn women. You're gonna break down my door" he reprimanded, talking loudly like always.

"You're not even going to be nice for a girl on her birthday? What kind of gentlemen are you?" Kansatoki teased, of course bakugo being mean was always the standard but she just couldn't help but tease him for it.

"Yeah yeah. Happy birthday or whatever" he retorted, clearly being forced to say it. Then he took his hand out of his pocket, revealing a small box. As he opened it, Kansatoki saw a black necklace with the initials K.H on it.

"Getting soft now are we Bakugo?" Kansatoki taunted him, as she took the box from him and examined it closely, almost not believing that it was a gift from Bakugo.

"I swear to god tell a soul and I'll fucking kill you women" he grumbled, but knowing him, he might just actually do it. She laughed it off as she wasted no time, taking the necklace outside the box then wearing it.

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #15

15. Slasher 🔪 / Guardian Angel 😇

“What do you mean you’ve never seen Halloween?” says Ethan incredulously, leaning over the counter on his elbows. “What about Scream?”

Vanessa shakes her head apologetically. It’s a Friday evening, the dark already falling even though it’s barely five, and she took off work a bit early to stop for a much-needed caffeine hit before heading to Malcolm’s for their weekly dinner. 

“Friday the 13th?” Ethan tries. “You’re never gonna survive Scream without at least a baseline knowledge of Friday the 13th.”

“I’ve seen Beetlejuice,” offers Vanessa. “My high school classmates drew many apt comparisons between myself and Lydia Deetz.” She pauses and waits for Ethan to try to figure out how to arrange his expression. “It’s all right, you can laugh. I don’t think it was necessarily an insult; they found me too off-putting to tease on the chance that I could hex them. And besides, they weren’t wrong.”

Ethan does laugh, now. “I don’t believe that teenage Vanessa hesitated for a second to hex some high school bully.”

She shoots him a winning smile. “I intervened for plenty of others. I only hesitated on my own behalf, and even still, I got them all eventually.”

“Yeah, I bet you did.” Ethan straightens up and refills her coffee. “Well, maybe I can show you some of those movies sometime. I think you’d get a kick out of them.”

“I’m free tomorrow night,” she says, before she can think better of it. “You could come by my place, have a horror marathon. Pizza’s on me.”

“You sure?” he asks, mopping some condensation from the counter and flipping his dishtowel back over his shoulder. “I’ve got a lot of them on VHS, it might be easier to just do it here.”

“Please,” she says. “I’ve inherited so many old devices from Malcolm, it only seems fair I should actually dust them off and use them.”

Ethan laughs. “Yeah, I believe Malcolm’s still watching VHS tapes.”

Vanessa makes a long-suffering face. “You have no idea. If I never have to sit through Lawrence of Arabia and watch him show me how to switch out the tapes in the middle again, it will be too soon.”

Ethan’s face turns solemn, and he takes her hand across the counter. The contact startles her, and for a moment she just stares at him, questioning.

“I swear to you,” says Ethan gravely, “that if I ever even suggest watching Lawrence of Arabia, you have my full permission to burn down this cafe.”

His skin is so warm against hers that it takes her a moment to process what he’s saying and laugh in reply. “Thank you for your sensitivity to my trauma. I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“Yep,” says Ethan with a nod. She gathers her things, slips on her coat and gloves, and is almost out of the door when he calls after her, “Hey — let me get your number so we can coordinate.”

“Oh,” she says, halfway out in the cold and somehow feeling like her entire body has flushed. “Right, of course.”

She bikes home, brisk wind nipping at her cheeks, Ethan’s number fresh and hot in her phone. Is this a date? No, surely not — she and Ethan are friends. It’s barely been a year since Brona disappeared; he can’t be ready for something new just yet. It’s only in the past few months that he’s seemed to have regained his old self at all, and if he’s gained a bit more than that, well — that’s none of Vanessa’s business. She’s reading too much into this. 

Regardless, she spends the rest of the evening flurrying about her overlarge, underattended Victorian, haphazardly dusting moldings and mantles and moving large amounts of clutter from one surface to another, Celtic flute music playing softly through the living room stereo Malcolm left for her and Frankenstein playing through her headphones. As usual, there’s barely anything in the fridge: a couple of lemons, bunches of dried herbs in airtight bags with meticulously handwritten labels, a bottle of red wine that’s likely turned to vinegar, a rind of cheese she must have saved for some express purpose she hasn’t the faintest idea of now. It’s not like she had any real intentions of being able to pull together a meal for Ethan, but it’s rather more depressing than she’d expected. She’ll have to run out for something tomorrow; pizza is fine, but the movie marathons she’s seen on TV always have an abundance of chips and candy and popcorn scattered across the room, and she wants that romantic ideal of the teenage experience, even as an adult. What feels more carefree than a series of horror films in a dark room with a cute boy beside her, their hands bumping among popcorn kernels or licorice fish? 

Oh, all right. And maybe she wants to give Ethan a glut of snacks to choose from. Even if this isn’t a date — and it isn’t, she reminds herself sternly — this is the sort of activity where it’s perfectly acceptable to have lots of food on hand, and it doesn’t automatically make her some kind of deviant to think so. It’s part and parcel of the whole convention; and she might as well live it out now, since everyone in high school was too busy making Beetlejuice jokes to do it with her then.

— 

Ethan hasn’t been this nervous since he first started dating Brona. Not the first date or even necessarily the second, but the one where he’d realized that he liked her and wanted desperately for her to keep liking him. The one where he’d started to dread having to tell her about all the unsavory parts of himself, because what if they drove her away? 

He hands over the register to Cesar and takes a shower, washes his hair twice by accident because he’s trying to figure out what he can wear that will seem casual and friendly if he’s reading this wrong and it isn’t a date, and also still buttons after the effects of his post-Brona depression. He’s been putting off buying new pants because somehow it feels too final, like an acknowledgement that she really is gone, but it’s starting to feel kind of self-defeating. Brona’s gone and he’s still here, and he can’t wear jeans a couple sizes too small forever.

He debates whether or not to shave, but he worries that will come across like he’s making too much of an effort, so he doesn’t. He sucks in and manages to get his jeans to button, pulls on a flannel with some extra room just in case. Puts his hair up, takes it back down, slips an elastic around his wrist so he’s got options after going through it twice more. As he’s trying to get out the door, already having doubled back for his wallet and the six-pack of beer he picked up last week and forgot about, his phone buzzes, and he stops short, suddenly aware of how hard his heart is pounding.

Hello, says a message from Vanessa. What do you like on pizza? It’s so strange that you can basically predict what I’ll order for any given meal and I don’t know that about you.

It is strange, but in a way that makes him smile. Part of him thinks he shouldn’t answer right away, don’t act like he’s standing around here waiting for her to text, but another, larger part of him wins out. That’s because you only eat two things and neither of them are nutritious.

And yet I remain, returns Vanessa. Answer my question, please. I’d like to order before you get here.

He shakes his head and sends back, I’ll eat anything on pizza. I mean it, anything. Pineapple, anchovies, olives, you name it. Surprise me.

Maybe I will.

Ethan has few doubts about that. He tosses his phone onto the passenger seat of his pickup, waiting for the buzz of another message like a dog waiting for a walk, but it doesn’t come. It’s fine, he tells himself. She’s probably busy. If he were waiting for her to show up, he’d be running around like a chicken without its head trying to make the place presentable.

He’s been to Vanessa’s before, to fix various appliances that she’d been somehow living without, but the spectacle of her tall Victorian house, with its turrets and gables, is very different at night than it is during the daylight. In the sun, its foreboding silhouette is softened by the dusty lavender it’s painted; in the dark, it just looms. Tonight, even with most of her downstairs windows warmly lit, it still looks like a flock of bats might spill out when he opens the door.

But when he rings the bell, it’s just Vanessa, lovely and sheepish in black leggings and a chunky black sweater. “Come in,” she says. “I think I might have gone overboard on the snacks.”

She takes his coat and folds it over one of the chairs at a long table off the foyer that’s covered with mail, and he follows her into the living room. The coffee table between the couch and television is positively loaded with bowls: chips and dips, popcorn, various candies, pretzels. No chocolate, because of course Vanessa remembered that it upsets his stomach. 

“Uh,” he says, “how many people are you expecting?”

Vanessa shuts her eyes and nods, as if anticipating this very question. “Exactly,” she says, cutting her eyes up at him through her lashes. “Like I said: overboard. And there’s pizza on the way.”

Ethan laughs. He can already feel the button on his jeans straining.

— 

Vanessa tucks herself at one end of the couch and hits play on the remote. The VCR kicked into gear with minimal supernatural coaxing, and Ethan managed to Tetris the pizza boxes — one extra cheese, one with everything — in between the embarrassing number of snack bowls she prepared. Ethan sits at the other end of the couch, his plate loaded with two large slices of pizza, and Vanessa thanks her past self once again for buying a set of Mr. Lyle’s handmade ceramic plates at the town art festival last summer so she has something to offer guests besides the paper plates or saucers she usually uses herself. 

She fast-forwards through the previews and tries to settle herself as the movie begins. Her current favorite fidget, a little black tourmaline palm stone, is somewhere in the kitchen; it wouldn’t do to go hunt for it now. She can smell Ethan’s clean, earthy scent, like fall air and damp leaves, and in the outermost reaches of her periphery she can just see him, sitting a little too straight on the couch, plate on his knees and one hand resting self-consciously on the new swell of his belly. 

Which, with respectful apologies to Scream, kind of seals it for Vanessa. The movie’s probably a classic for a reason, and she enjoys the half or maybe quarter of attention she’s paying it. But for the better part of those two hours, the rest of her attention is locked on Ethan. Her heartbeat speeds up every time he leans forward for another handful from one of the snack bowls, for yet another slice of pizza, for a sip of beer. She takes a bit of popcorn, a handful of licorice fish here and there, but Ethan just keeps eating.

By the middle of the movie, she can hear him breathing more heavily, and now when he leans forward, he braces a hand on his belly and sits back slowly. He’s not sitting nearly as straight on the couch as he was when they’d started the move; now he’s slumped down a little, legs spread just enough to make Vanessa wonder if he’s eaten too much.

Onscreen, there’s a jumpscare, and Vanessa starts. Across the couch, Ethan makes a noise that sounds like a stifled burp. 

Wide-eyed, she tries to look without turning her head, and she realizes that he’s rubbing his belly with what looks like the smallest amount of movement possible, as if he’s trying not to distract her from the movie. Since that damage is already done, she tries to at least remain subtle, but it’s difficult when she can hear him swallowing hiccups and exhaling in harsh little bursts.

Finally, the credits roll, and she takes a deep breath before she has to face the reality of whatever’s happening across the couch. She tugs a blanket over her legs to try to shield herself somehow.

Ethan turns to her, a soft hrrp escaping as he moves, and he brings his fist to his mouth belatedly. “Sorry,” he says, and she’s so grateful that the room is dark around them so they don’t have to look each other in the eye. “Went a little too hard on the snacks.”

“That’s probably my fault,” she says, fussing with the tassels at the edge of the blanket. “I put out far too much.”

“Nah, it’s not like you were the one shoving them in my mouth.” Vanessa’s hands tighten around the blanket, and Ethan goes on, “What did you think?”

“I, um,” says Vanessa. Her mind is completely blank of any detail about the movie. “I can see why it’s a classic.”

“Yeah, it’s very tongue-in-cheek. Once we watch a few more, we should come back to it and see what you think of the meta aspect after you’re a little more familiar with the horror from this era.”

Vanessa nods. “Sure. I don’t think I know enough now to say much about it, but I enjoyed it.”

Ethan yawns and stretches his arms over his head, and for a moment Vanessa sees his flannel shirt ride up ever so slightly, but before she can get a good luck, Ethan is tugging it down, shifting his weight and palming his belly again. “So you never got into this stuff as a kid?” he asks, and she tries to school her expression into something neutral. “I kinda thought you’d have been all over it.”

“No,” she says faintly, and then, clearing her throat, “No, I didn’t watch movies much growing up. Not much television at all, really. My parents had very specific ideas of what a young Catholic girl should be consuming, and most of modern media fell outside those parameters.”

“Ah, right,” he says, leaning back. “How’d you manage Beetlejuice, then? Can’t imagine that was on their list of approved media.”

She laughs in spite of herself. “No, I had to torrent that. It was much easier to get around the rules with books, so I concentrated my efforts there. I’d read half of the library’s section on witchcraft and heresy before they realized that’s why I had so many group projects on the weekends.”

Ethan laughs, too, and she smiles through the dark. “Let me clear all this up,” she says, gesturing to the coffee table. “I need the pressure of another person watching, or it’ll never get done.”

She uncurls from the couch and flips on the light, and once her eyes adjust, she can see how uncomfortable Ethan looks; his eyes are heavy-lidded, and he’s slumped lower on the couch than she thought, his flannel snug around his swollen stomach.

Even still, he says, “I can help,” and levers himself off the couch with a soft sound of effort and a stifled burp. “Oh, man,” he says, his first steps toward her stiff and slow. “I ate way too much.”

“That’s all right,” says Vanessa blandly, ducking her head as she gathers snack bowls. “I don’t mind.”

“You say that now,” says Ethan, picking up the pizza boxes. “A few more nights like this and you’ll have to roll me out to the truck, and you might start to mind that.”

“Of course not,” she says, leading the way to the kitchen so he can’t see her blush. “You feed me every morning, it’s the least I can do.”

Ethan scoffs. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “You want me to consolidate these pizzas? They might fit in your fridge easier.”

“There isn’t much else in there,” she says with a shrug. “Take some with you if you’d like. How much is left?”

He pops open each box: all but two of the extra cheese and only three slices of the other. She tries not to draw in her breath too sharply as she does the math.

“Take these,” she says, pushing the remaining slices with everything toward him. “I won’t eat them, you know how picky I am.”

Ethan nods, yawning again, and some tender string plucks itself in Vanessa’s chest. 

“You can stay if you need to,” she offers. “The couch is quite comfortable, and there’s also a guest room if you’re so inclined.”

“Nah,” he says, but it’s interrupted by another yawn. “I’ll be okay, not like it’s a long drive.”

They’re both quiet for a moment, and then he says, “You wanna do this again next weekend? There’s a lot more of these, and you keep telling me I should get out more …”

“Yes!” says Vanessa, too quickly. “Yes, of course. Show me everything I’ve missed. I’m more than happy to compensate you in pizza.”

“Keep putting out snacks like this and you’ll have to compensate me in new pants, too,” says Ethan, patting his stomach, and Vanessa’s mind blanks out for a moment. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he says when she doesn’t reply. “I gotta work on my self-control, is all.”

“Oh, you’re fine,” Vanessa manages. “Indulge a little, you’ve had a hard year.”

Ethan gives her a half-smile. “Yeah, we’ll call it that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Bright and early,” she agrees. “Drive safely, and let me know when you get home.”

She has every intention of waiting for him to text her, lest she come off as clingy or desperate or any of the things she’s learned are bad to be by osmosis over the years. But as she stands in her kitchen, eating licorice and dumping the rest of the bowls into plastic bags, she replays the evening in her head, the soft sounds he made across the couch. It never even occurred to her, as it would have in any other identical scenario, that he might use the movie as an excuse to touch her, and that’s when she knows she’s in too deep: she trusts him. She trusts him not to make moves she doesn’t want, not to think less of her for communicating, not to misunderstand her intentions.

You forgot the rest of your beer, she texts him. Now you’ll have to come back next weekend.

Ethan’s reply comes a few minutes later. It’s a date.

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Mansae | Choi seungcheol

☆ミ Every day in my dreams,you put your arms in mine.

Summary: Seungcheol having a hard time making his classmate Seoyun falling in love with him. ( ft. Seoyun's friend Nabi, Mingyu, Wonwoo )

Pairing : Seungcheol x oc

Genre : She fell first then lost her feelings, he fell last but harder, high school!au, enemies to lovers.

Warning : cursing, pet names ( darling, sweetheart, .. ), a little angst, mentioning of crowd, rushed at the end a bit ^^.

W/c : 4k

Note : This is for caratland event on seventeen songs, and that's my fic ever! so I'm thrilled ＼(^^)／

" So which one you gonna date ? "Nabi asked while packing her suitcase.

" Neither of them," I answered briefly, zipping the suitcase.

" the fuck seoyun !"

I shrugged with a straight face. " Sorry, my heart didn't beat for neither of them, nabi,"

" Then it must be an idiot like its owner." Her brow raised." Who on the earth won't fall for Jeon wonwoo or Choi seungcheol? " she folded her arms.

" it's me, nabi. besides, i hate seungcheol." I shoved my hands in my pockets.

" Then date wonwoo! He is the cool, quiet kid. He wo– "

" no,no,No dating— stop talking about this stupid subject," I snapped, slamming the doors of the wardrobe," So shut the fuck up and don't forget to pack another panties cause I won't lend you mine when you lose yours like you did last time" sticking my tounge out teasingly before leaving the room .

" DON'T NEED YOURS ARROGENT BITCH !!", she gave me the finger.

I returned back and leaned against the door's jamb. " Nabi, darling , you're the only bitch here and to be more specific mingyu's bitch not me cause i didn't even hold a guy's hand "

I really enjoyed the fact that nabi gets annoyed easily when I tease her about her relationship with mingyu. She didn't hesitate to throw a pillow at my face as a" shut up," so I picked it up and threw it back on her, announcing the start of our pillows fight.

Such a normal day in my life with nabi, my middle school friend, i ran to know her since moving to their neighborhood 8 years ago. same middle and high schools now, that's why we know each other pretty well.

She was the loud one that knew the entire world, not only people at the school and in spite of the big difference in our personalities. I totally adored how she is kind-hearted, pure, and selfless, not like the other at our school.

Nabi was my no.1 supporter and protecter from any bullying, or at least that's what I thought till some day!

Even when nabi started dating mingyu two years ago, everything was quite the same. Nothing changed a lot other than she would send more time kissing/making out with him instead of finishing her projects and tasks.In my opinion mingyu was not that bad he was the ' okay ',I'm not going to talk about the fact that I sometimes wanted to slap him or even threw him from a claft, because he stole some of her attention that used to be ALL MINE :)

It was 7 in the morning when the sunlight sneaked through the blinds. I got up from the bed, stretched my body for a few minutes, then looked at the dead body of nabi still sleeping like she didn't in a million years. I chuckled at the way she was lying on her tummy, and the saliva wetted the pillow under her head , garbed my phone from the drawer beside the bed and snapped some pictures for her to blackmail her later.

" Hey woman, wake up," I poked the exposured part of her tummy.

She whined, pushing my hand away, turning her back away." Stop—"

" Get up, lazy ass we have to be ready by 9," I said , started tickling her.

" Stop! Stop! I'm awake, "she shouted, throwing the pillow at me.

I giggled while pushing her closer to the edge of the bed. She let out a loud groan, " PARK SEOYUN! I WILL KILL YOU "

I ran for my life because she wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of me ." I'll prepare the breakfast in the time you take a shower,"

" I hate you.." she whined, burying her head back onto the pillow.

After 15 minutes, nabi finished showering. We sat for breakfast talking about the things we're going to in 3 days of school trip . It's our second time since attending high school, which, by the way our last year, so I wanted to make it special since I'm not sure if I'll be able to see her more often like now because we made our minds to study different majors.

"Seoyun— please," she begged.

" No! You're going there to have fun just.you.and.I not to sneak out in the dark to lay in mingyu's arms"

" PLEEEEEASE " her eyes went round like the little puppy.

" Just one night !! I'm begging you .. I'll stay the other two with you," she promised.

" Fine," I huffed.

" YAH FINALLY!!" shouted enthusiastically, " I LOVE YOU SEOYUN !! "

" I don't," I replied.

" Stop, i know you're lying," she laughed.

" put a fucking sock in your mouth, grap your suitcase and hurry up we will be late " i informed.

" YES,SIR!" she said, thrilling.

We took the bus straight to the school, 10 minutes and we were there. a lot of students summoning up in front of the school's gate,that's started to freak me out a little bit , I'd always hated the idea of socializing with people, but nabi gave me the courage to stop being more introverted than needed and try to open up a little bit since I wanna be a doctor and I'll be dealing with maybe tens of people daily.

We both get off the bus, carrying our suitcases. I was maintaining calm expression on my face, feeling confident in myself till the moment our eyes accidentally met, the moment of eye contact from across the crowd that magically blurs everyone out of the world. it's just us.

God ! Why is he still existing? Why are the dinosaurs extincted, and he's still alive— and why the hell is he checking me out his stupid cow eyes ? I really wanna pock his two with my fingers, so he never sees the light again.

I turned looked away, muttering all the cursing words I learned and know in my entire life. The only thing that I was relieved about is that I won't see his ugly face the entire trip as we are going to stay in separate buildings.

"My dear students, please gather up here. I've something important to say." That was Mr Jung's voice, the headmaster.

" So I've bad and good news. With which one should I start ?"

" The bad one," some student said.

" Unfortunately, our buildings' reservation was canceled due to a short circuit that caused a small fire but fortunately was controlled, and no one was injured .." he explained, and I could hear the sighs of frustration from all the people around me.

" And where is the good news here ?" questioned another student.

" Well, we managed reserving a small hostel so we all don't miss the fun," The whole crowd started bouncing and cheering in excitement, I was happy too, a little anxious at the same time, i didn't wanna have any partners other than nabi, but unfortunately what I fear happened..

" Now let me pair you alphabetically seeing we don't have many space for 24 students "

' No.. no..this can't be real... It's a nightmare, and I'll wake up now.. I'm sure. ' I was losing every single brain cell I own in my mind the minute I heard, Mr. jung saying the word ' alphabetically ', I can’t end up with that seungcheol..

" Park seoyun— did you hear what I've said ?" My thoughts were intruptured by Mr Jung.

" S.. sorry.. I was a little distracted.. "

" No problem, so you'll be with seungcheol for this trip, okay ? " he gave me the widest smile ever literally knew nothing about my suffering after what he's said.

"Well, well, well, the jerk is here—" he was heading to me with a lifted head and all puff like he won in the war.

“Sweetheart, I know I’m your favorite. no need to pretend.” he smirked.

" Favorite! Huh,never Choi seungcheol in Your.Wildest.Dreams. " I pointed my thumb at his face.

" Just watch me make it happen, honey," the pet name made me seethe.

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. Why am I the unlucky one here ? Like everyone seemed to enjoy the whole pairing thing, even nabi ended up with the stupid mingyu. I don't wanna be dramatic, but 72 hours with seungcheol are unbearable...

" Will you stay there till the rest of your life? Move ! " his hands grabbed my suitcase.

" Don't act like a gentleman! " I protested.

He turned to face me."I AM— since my birth, sweetie."

"Huh,whatever, wanna sit by the window," I raced as he placed both suitcases in the overhead parcel.

"Let me open it for you, darling." His hand crossed me reaching the window handle and opening it.

"I can do it myself and stop calling me pet names !! " demandly voiced.

" I refuse —" he said.

"That mouth of yours does nothing but talk dumb shit?"

He leaned slightly toward whipering, with a small smirk made on his face . "You wanna know what else it does?"

The warmth that radiated off his body sent chills down mine as I locked eyes with him, I gazed into his eyes unintentionally for seconds, they held the hue of tea-stained lace, cozy, soft, and delicate, with wash of gentle brown against the harsh dark shadows of millions of stars. That was the prettiest thing I've seen for a long time.

" My eyes are fabulous, aren't they ?" he interpreted the silence.

" N..no..they are pretty normal." I glanced away quickly to look through the window.

" it's obviously a lie, but okay "

I didn't reply, and the silence filled our space for minutes. As sight of his eyes cast was sat unintentionally in unlimited loops in the cogs of my mind.

This daydreaming didn't last long as my head started spinning, I've had motion-sickness since I was a kid, and out of the pocket, I forgot to pack my medicine.

I facepalmed, tried to regulate my breathing pattern, and drink some soda as my mum taught me, but everything seemed fruitless.

" I can give you a shoulder if you want,"he suggested ,lightly tapping his chest as a ' sleep here '.

" I'm fine..only a few minutes, and everything will be okay," I stuttered, drewing my lower lip between my teeth.

I felt his fingertips gently sneaking into the hairline at the back of my neck, guiding me to rest on his chest. Somehow, I threw in the towel and allowed my body to dive into his arms. As His cologne devoured every single cell in my lungs, that seductive scent with a burst of deep, tart blackberry juice, blending with the freshness of just-gathered bay brambly woods sent me to Utopia.

" Just relax, seoyunna," he whispered softly near my ears.

"I hate you..."

"You hated me. Big difference, sweetheart," he corrected, wrapping me and pulling me, and I spontaneously nodded off.

I finally woke up to a vision of him and our faces inches apart, I freaking out and jerked back " WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE AND WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING ON THE BED BESIDE ME !? "

" Calm down, yunna. we arrived two hours ago, and as a gentleman, I didn't wake you up, so I carried you and your suitcase to our room. " he laughed loudly on my freaked expression,holding his tummy.

" Two Hours!! " I let some mocking chuckles as i pulled my hair back, " Do tell me everybody saw you holding me ? "

" Yes, they did " he simply replied.

" Fuck—"

tipping my chin to make me look into his eyes. " You should at least thank me for not waking you up, yunna,"

" I WON'T THANK SUCH A PERVET JERK WHO USES PEOPLE TO FULFILL HIS DESIRES!! " I clenched my teeth,pushing his hands off my face as I rose from the bed.

He startled, "p.p..pervert ..my desires, what're you talking about ?"

" Yeah pervert!! Do you wanna me say it louder so everyone can hear it, Choi seungcheol??! " I burst out in anger, throwing hands into the air.

"What is.. wrong with you.." he pent up with diluted pupils.

I huffed, raking a hand through my hair, trying to control my anger.

"Come on, bury my heart deeper, seoyun. If that's what you're trying--it's working." with a painful smile as the tears started rolling down his face.

" Is this how you thank the person who protected form day one since high school? Do you think nabi is the one who did !! Nabi can not even protect herself from a mosquito! "he boomed with words that I knew after that those were facts not just randoms said to me to make me like him, " Seoyun, I regret every second I spend under your window watching you day and night just to make sure everything is going alright with you since your mother's death, "

I stayed limp in front of him as my voice was lost in my throat, realizing that I went way too far, destroying his feelings, I didn't know what to do or say at that moment, feeling the regret and ashame torturing me.

" Alright.. seoyun, you'll use the slient treatment, fine.. I'm leaving you alone as you want, " his anger and despair drained out as he exhaled before his body vanished behind the room's door.

Half an hour passed and the voices of my head never shut up about making me feel guilty and how this wasn't the perfect way to push him and my feelings for him, and yeah, I admit I was wrong and I deserve so—and now it's time to gather some courage, give up my stubbornness and make everything right.

I managed to run to him before leaving the hostel's gate, grabbing him by the wrist, and surprisingly, he neither resist nor push my hand of him, maybe shocked, maybe surprised or both, I don't know.

" Don't leave! please.." I commanded, looking him in his bloody colored eyes from crying.

Glistening tears in my eyes bright and crystal as I rapped those words, "Cheol.. I'm sorry for hurting you, I didn't really mean it.. I was just trying to push my feelings for you away, " my grip loosened as I slowly kneeled down.

He bowed after a few seconds to hold my hand in his and started rubbing its back gently as he hushed " Why you did so, seoyun?"

" Our mixed signals back then, don't you remember? I gave upon dating you because you were playing the cold boy game "

" I know, and I've to apologize for being an idiot— but after awhile I was head over heels in love with your dumb fucking ass, seoyun, So please, don’t stop thinking about me. Don’t stop… Don’t stop being in love with me." he vocalized softly as he drew me closer to him till the space between us vanished." Every day, where the school is buzzing with people, I would navigate through to see your face,if you're here or not ? If you're all okay, or is something off today ? I'd care for every single detail about you, Seoyun." His tone slowly turned into whispering those sweet nothings.

those delicate words were enough to form my own little bubble amidst the sea of chatter and laughter. I buried my face in the nape of his neck and mumbled between my smile," I won't seungcheol, I won't— enough being tongue tied, I like you,No,no, I love you— actually I have loved you since the day when only both of us were at the basketball court and you were showing off how you're such a prefect player and how you were over the moon once yourm scored a point !! "

" Is that a confession ? " he smirked.

" Yeah, whatever." I jerked back to sigh and roll my eyes, trying my best not to laugh and keep it as cool as I could.

" Wow! Look at your blush invading your face, " he addressed teasingly while pinching my cheeks.

" What The Fuck Choi Seungcheol ! "

" If you called me with my full governmental name again, I'll shut you up with my mouth in yours"

For the first time in a long time, my mind went blank. All I could do was stare as I felt those warm breaths of his ghosting my cold lips.

" Wow..that was wild.. but yeah, please do— " feeling giddy in love, hot in our fingers, warm near our bodies, gazing at each other lips ,shy under the sheets, he grinned while brushing his thumb gently against my cheek. " I've been waiting for your permission for years,baby, now it's time to taste each other's heaven "

he immediately slotted his cherry flavored lips to mine, kissing me passionately but slowly. My eyes fluttered close with how gentle he was. Every argument we had ever had, every misunderstanding happened, every hurtful word we said in the past. They had all lived behind this moment and were finally coming to the surface. His mouth was searing as he tilted my jaw to get a better vantage. I rest one of my hands at the side of his face and the other at the back of his head. That was my first kiss, and I'm sure I'll never be kissed like this again from someone else in my entire life. Because there was no anyone else. There would only be him.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth and let out a low hum of satisfaction when I ran my fingers through his black hair. His words broke along my lips, 'How could we have waited this long?'

We parted, gasping for air as we let out a few giggles. Seungcheol pulled me closer by the waist on his lap, gazing into my eyes. " Baby, I love you .. I love you so much, seoyunna. " his voice was so soft that I could barely hear it over my speeding heart.

I grinned, glistening at him as I brushed my thumb along his face. " I love you too, Cheollie .. And I promise won't quit till the day I die. "

'And that's how I fall in love with seungcheol, My seungcheol, In a random November night, with the first fall of snow celebrating our love with a Mansae!'

Tagging: @caratsland

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SoulBox

Chapta FOUR

WOOOOOOW a new chapter? yikes. it's just as much as my depression riddled brain could get out in one go. It's not readable on my life yall. but I figure something is better than nothing. So a big appreciation to the folks that can read this and make something out of it for themselves.

"Oh no," you swore under your breath before putting on your best smile, "Oh hey guys! Uh, I was just leaving--"

"Oh, that's to bad-" Kirishima started, awkwardly.

"What's your rush, Smokes? Can't hang out?" Bakugo sat across from you, leaving Kirishima to find and pull up his chair.

"With you? No. I mean, I --- What the hell are you doing!?" you watched as the rude sob now across from you started eating the food that sat at the table.

"What? You said you were just leaving. You gonna leave all this uneaten food here? What a fuckin waste, and this sauce is delicious!" he snorted as if what he was doing was completely justified.

As bad (and annoyed) as it made you feel, he did have a point. Suppose it would be a shame to waste it. 

"I just... well it was supposed to be for my date. I was going to meet my Soulmate today but he had something come up last second." 

Saying out loud had a whole new wave of disappointment hit you.

Kirishima had an uncomfortable laugh at this looking to Bakugo, trying to follow his lead or at least get a grasp on why he bothered to come in here if not as your Soulmate. He was an ass a lot of the time, but never cruel.

"Uh, well that sucks... I wonder, uh what happened to him? Bakugo? Any.. uh, ideas? What is THAT guy thinking, huh?"

Bakugo looked Kiri dead in the eye, face deadpan, "How the hell would I know? Go grab us some drinks. "

Kirishima slowly left to do his mental gymnastics, and frankly, he was glad to leave the scene. He had no idea what lead Bakugo wanted him to follow at the moment. Needless to say, he'd never needed to be a wingman, especially not in a soulmate situation. Uh, a soulmate that didn't know he was the soulmate... and didn't want her to know? Oh god. Okay, he decided to take his time with the drinks. 

"Oh, no you don't have to do that Kiri, Kiri!--- aaand he's gone..." You were now left alone with the one person in the world you were sure you did not want to be here with right now. You look over and find that he's staring daggers at you. Quickly looking away, you clear your throat and pick at the uneaten food in front of you. 

"What's with that necklace?" he speaks harshly for such an uncomplicated question. 

You grabbed your trinket as if to shield it from his prying eye. 

"What do you mean what's with it? It's just a necklace I guess." Ugh, this wasn't a conversation you wanted to have with your biggest bully. 

"Bullshit. I've seen you wearing that thing back from U.A. Who keeps a cheap thing like that, that long?"

You'd always worn it, but it was perpetually hidden away under work clothes and a hero uniform. You had indeed worn it all through your time in school as well. But it wasn't something you would have expected him to remember, the man who couldn't be bothered to even remember half his own classmates' names. You thought about it for a moment, wondering if he had decided to be your enemy even back then. It would make sense, this obsession he had with making you miserable. 

It almost made you proud, to think that a top hero like him found you to be a threat, even back in high school.

"The necklace itself was just something from my toys as a kid. It has meaning to me, but less so than what I keep inside it."

You straightened up. You know what, you were glad to talk about such a keepsake, from your soulmate. A token of how your relationship with him had started to where it was now. It helped quell the pain of him not being able to show up for your first meeting. You held the locket tighter in your grasp. 

"What's in it?"

"If you must know, it's the first thing that was ever sent through my soulbox."

"Which was?"

He couldn't remember the first thing he'd ever sent you. Or even anything of significance. It made his stomach turn, a feeling he didn't like. He remembers the first thing you sent him. An All-Might keychain. It had appeared in his shorts pocket one day. He still had it in his childhood bedroom at his parent's house. 

"A.. it was a wrapper."

"What? What's that? A wrapper to what?"

He stared at you in confusion. Wracking his brain for what he sent you.

"A gum wrapper." you huffed.

Bakugo slumped forward and his brows came further together, awkwardly you'd almost ask if he was okay before he snapped back in a rage.

"TRASH!? YOU KEPT THAT TRASH IN YOUR LOCKET!?!?!" He was, as usual attracting attention with his booming voice and lack of regard for others' ears. He put his head in his hands and groaned loudly.

"What is your problem?! Stop yelling! You just think everything is stupid! IT'S NOT TRASH." As much as you fought the instinct, you raised your voice to match his, he just... he just did this to you. You couldn't help it. He was a piss-poor influence. 

You knew he wouldn't understand.

"IT IS STUPID. SO FUCKING STUPID. IF I HAD WANTED TO SEND SOMETHING TO MY SOULMATE THINKING THEY WOULD KEEP IT FOREVER I SURE AS FUCK WOULDN'T BE SENDING TRASH, WHAT A TRASH GARBAGE THING TO SEND TO SOMEONE, I-- I-- HE FUCKING SUCKS--." he leaned back hard into the back of his stool, his expression now far away. You could see the small flare in his nostrils.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM! YOU'RE SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS, YOU KNOW THAT, BAKUGO? THIS WRAPPER IS A SYMBOL OF OUR GROWTH TOGETHER--"

"TRAAAASH!"

"NO YOU!"

Bakugo tried to reach across the small round table and take your hands off the necklace, but you were fast on your feet, using your quirk to fade just out of reach. 

"Stop! Stop! It's mine! God, leave me alone! Work on your damn relationship if this is such trash! Go get your soulmate some flowers you shithead asshole! Stop trying to mess with my life! I never did anything but exsist and you've been nothing but a thorn in my side!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"No, FUCK YOOOU!"

Bakugo stands and throws the plate of half-eaten food on the ground before his palms start to spark. He didn't know why he was doing this. He was angry at himself, he was angry at you for putting up with his shit as someone in the same hero occupation. He was mad and relieved you didn't give up on him as a soulmate. You could have destroyed your connection to him and found another one. A better one. But here you were, defending his garbage not even realizing he was the one that sent it to you. 

He had no idea how to make things better between you and this was his response. To throw a fist at the problems. 

The exchange was cut short as Kirishima came running back, putting himself between the two of you.

"Hey, what's going on I was gone for like a half minute! Did you tell her??" he looked between the two of you, trying to read your faces for answers. Yeah, he assumed Bakugo might have told you he was your soulmate, and maybe it would be received negatively.... but... damn. 

"Shit-hair. We're leaving, let's go." Bakugo straightened up, pulled out his wallet, and tossed enough bills on the table to pay for your meal that now littered the floor as well a hefty tip for the trouble.

"Tell me what?" you were still heaving and full of adrenaline, still ready to fight. You asked the question on auto-pilot, not caring to hear any more from the blonde.

"Shut it, Shithair. I didn't come to tell her shit." he turned to leave, patrons of the bar parting like a biblical sea as he made his way to the exit. 

"Oh, uh. Sorry. I should probably go with him, try and calm him down. He's just going through some things right now, soulmate stuff and all that. 

"HE still has a soulmate? That's a joke, right? How many got stuck with him and tossed their Soulbox to get away?" You didn't mean that. You would never say something like that. You believed everyone deserved the happiness of genuine love. Even people that sucked major wang like him. Ugh, god he just made you so angry. 

Even Kirishima looked hurt by your words. 

"He's never changed soulmates. They've known each other from the beginning. He really loves her. You should try and get to know him. I know, I know how difficult that sounds. But please, just trust me, okay? I'll see you at work." He gave you a caring side hug, holding on just a bit too long, before pursuing his best friend. 

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"He's never changed soulmates. He's ... passionate. He's an asshole." you faltered nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you mindlessly made informational flyer copies at the work printer. "Nope. No. Nice thoughts. What do we have in common? Our hero uniforms were made by the same company. That's a fun fact. Yeah. He can create smoke as a byproduct of his quirk, same as me! Holy crap this is impossible."

"What the hell are you mumbling about?" a gruff voice pulled you back to earth. 

"AH! ShIt! You scared me, Bakugo! Don't sneak up on people like that, asshole." you scolded as you worked to get your heart rate back under control. 

"Scared you? Are you twelve? I didn't sneak up on you, it's a public space dumbass." He sounded tired. 

"Well, that's. Shut up." you turned back to your printings, face turning red. You felt embarrassed, almost worried he would know you were thinking of him if you looked at him. "Sorry." Stay casual. "Anyway," Stay nice. "Kirishima tells me you still have the same Soulmate since the start."

He grunts.

Okay.

"Me too!"

Awkward silence.

"Welp! Good talk, see you later!"

You turn to get away from him as fast as possible but are stopped by a firm hand on your shoulder. 

"huh?" 

Bakugo points to a shred of paper that caught on the sole of your shoe.

"Oh, thanks." 

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"What's this?"

"The hells it look like, dumbass? It's coffee."

"Okay... but why are you trying to hand me your coffee? I'm not your maid."

"IT'S NOT MY FUC---oh my god. It's not my coffee. I got it for you, you shit brain. I can't have you passing out during this patrol like last time."

"What? I didn't pass out! Wh-Where, how do you even know what kind I like?" you took the cup, taking a sniff you could tell it had all the things in it that you loved.

"Shithair." was all he said before he walked off. 

"Hmm." you took another inhale of the rich aroma. "I don't remember telling Kiri my order." you sip and the coffee goes down smoothly. You shrug, not really caring now.

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It'd been two weeks since your Soulmate stood you up.

Since then, talk between the two of you had come to a slow trickle, if not a halt altogether. He assured you that something important had come up and that he would talk to you as soon as he could. You knew he was a hero, even if you didn't know which one. You admittedly searched the hero network for any heroes that might be on any classified missions. Anything that would correlate to the radio silence. 

What took you by surprise, was how you were filling your time until you heard from him again. 

Bakugo was a pill, that was for sure. But you took Kirishima's advice and tried to get to know the man under the mask. You'd started slowly at first. 

Things had shifted around awkwardly after that night you both nearly tore down the bar in a fight. And you were still struggling not to say something mean every time he met your eye. But after two weeks of trying, Actually trying, you learned to admire plenty about him. 

You wouldn't call yourself friends. God no. But he was indeed becoming more tolerable. 

You noticed he stopped competing with you so much. Maybe it was the fact that you were both on the same team for once. Well, you were both heroes and you could have argued that you had always been on the same team but maybe he needed the physical image of you greeting him good morning for things to finally cement into his head. 

Hell, this morning he even asked questions about you that you didn't ever think would come from his mouth. 

"What do you like about your soulmate?" He asked during one of his breaks. He was sitting at a client chair across from your desk, something he'd been doing often. He'd pulled up a stool to prop his feet on, finally coming to the conclusion you would NEVER willingly allow his boots to touch your desktop ever again. 

"What?" you looked up, hardly registering the question. 

"Jesus, nevermind." he huffed, a shorter fuse for repeating himself as usual. 

"What do I like about them? Like, like?" you sat, dumbfounded. 

"What the hell is so hard about that question, yes!?"

"Sorry, I just, I'm not used to you asking those types of things! Uh, I guess, I like how he pushes me to be the best I can be. He's the reason I wanted to become a hero in the first place. I really don't think I'd be where I am today without him." you said thoughtfully, a small smile playing on your face. 

"So, like me?" he stated. 

"What? What do you mean, 'like you'? He's not like you at all?" you were confused, that was for sure.

"What the hell, that's exactly like me? I push you all the time!" he scoffed. 

"Uh, yeah, but you're an asshole? Nothing you've ever said to me has been to make me better! You berate and put me down, always telling me I'm not as good as you nor will I ever be? Like, I don't know, you've changed a little now, but are you seriously thinking you helped me improve in any way!?"

"That's not true." Bakugo looks straight ahead, contemplating his next words, or maybe mulling over the words you'd said to him, before popping up from his chair and leaving your desk without another word. 

"Hey! Where are you going? Hello, Bakugo?? Okay... whatever." you shake your head and continue your paperwork.

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"So what about you? What do you like about your soulmate?" 

You and Bakugo are on a patrol through the less-than-crowded streets one day, and you decide to ask him about his soulmate. You'd been curious for a long time but it never seemed like a topic the blonde would openly talk about. To your surprise though, he answered straight away.

"I like... no I love that I know she is the one. I used to have this fear. This fear that destiny was wrong about us, me and her because I fell in love with someone before I met her. I never told her that before. But the day we met was the day that all changed. I figured out that Destiny bullshit really knows what it's doing."

"Holy shit."

"What." he looked at you, almost expectant, though you wouldn't notice. 

"That's... that's incredible. How romantic. I really hope when I meet my soulmate that something like that happens. That has been my literal fantasy since I was a child, Bakugo!" you swooned at the romance of his words. You had no idea he had it in him to feel that way about anyone. It made you feel warm and though you wouldn't say it, a bit jealous. 

"Not gonna happen." he states simply, a smirk plain as day on his face.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Obviously I have the best soulmate 'cause I wouldn't settle for fucking less. It's too bad when you meet yours that it'll never amount to that same feeling. Sucks to suck, but yours is probably a fuckin loser."

"Bakugo! Stop! That's so fucking rude." you push his shoulder to no avail, as he snickers at your weak attempt.  

"You've got a damn mouth on you, you know that?"

"I swear you are the worst influence on me. I never used to cuss like this till I was forced to be around you!" you cried.

"I dunno seems like an improvement to me, maybe your soulmate will like you better now. And you can have me to thank for that."

"Stooop!"

As the two of you were playing, you hadn't noticed Bakugo had veered off the usual patrol route, landing you two in front of a diner. When you finally realized you patted your stomach, noticing you were getting rather hungry. 

"Oh man, we must have taken a wrong turn. I've never been here before? It looks good. I'll have to remember this spot for later, I'm starving." you read the diner sign before turning to get back on the path, but Bakugo stopped you.

"Well why don't we just get something to eat here now? I don't want you complaining the rest of patrol."

"Oh... but what about--"

"Shut up, loser. It's the slowest day ever, and who's gonna do anything stupid knowing I'm out here to kick their ass if they try anything?"

"Good point." you shook your head and laughed at just how full of himself he could be, but you could finally see the light-hearted guy under the hard exterior. Or maybe you were just too hungry to argue. 

"Woah, look at this! This burger is huge AND it comes with fries. I'm going to die that looks so good. What are you gonna get, Bakugo?" you looked up from your menu to his crimson eyes looking over you. He lagged a moment, not bothering to search his menu. 

"Yeah, probably that. Sounds good to me."

You beamed up a smile at him. This was nice, you thought. It was almost like a date but with a semi-sort of a friend. Well, you felt, for the first time EVER, that you and Bakugo could for once get along. Maybe you could be friends. 

"So what's with your soulmate?" he asks you.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"What does he do? Where does he live? What kind of loser hobbies does he have?"

"Oh! He's a hero, like us! Uh, well I think he lives in this city actually. Or it seemed like it when we were supposed to meet up for the first time that one day. We always stayed really minimal with giving information about ourselves, but I know he likes to be outdoors. I know he's gone hiking and camping with his friends over the years. He seems close with them even though I don't know anything about them at all."

"And you never worry he's actually seeing some girl when he says hes doing those things?"

"What! No! Never. He would never do that. I may not know him, but I know him. I trust him with my heart and life. And someday when we meet-" You took a deep contented sigh. "It'll be magical."

"Jesus you're a sap. This guy is probably some huge nerd. Never been outside a day in his life."

"Shhhh! Shut up, you're such an ass!" you laughed and swatted at Bakugo. "I'm gonna order a milkshake too, do you want one?"

"Are you serious? And have to go to the gym for twelve hours straight just to work it off? No thanks, that shit'll kill you."

"Ooooh wow, what a buzzkill. Are you telling me you don't eat any desserts at all or do you just have a major thing against milkshakes?"

"No I don't have a sweet tooth really. I like spicy as shit food, though."

"Oh for real?! So does my soulmate! Maybe he doesn't like sweets either, I'll have to ask him sometime."

"So you don't REALLY know much about this guy, do you?" Bakugo's face contorted into something unreadable. 

"I know what really matters. But I'm not worried about the small stuff, no." you stated matter of factly.

"So if this guy was four foot tall with a gross mole on his face, you're telling me you wouldn't care?"

"Haha! No! I'm not that shallow what the heck."

"I don't buy it. What if he wasn't really a hero. Or if he was, he's not even on the charts, he's so bad? Could you really live with him knowing you were better than him at something he encouraged you to become?"

"Oooh, that's a really neat question. Hm. No I think he's probably a great hero. But if he wasn't... hm. That would be okay. I will love him no matter what. What about you, though?"

"What about me?"

"Well what about your soulmate? You're already the best, so how do you feel about her not being 'the best' like you, as you so put it?"

"I don't care."

"No?"

"Hell no. She's the best there is, even if the charts don't reflect it the way they should. I've always pushed her to be better anyway, she's pushed me to be the best too. I'm where I am because of her and heroes like her."

"Awwwweee! That is actually the cutest thing I've ever heard you say, literally EVER."

"Shut up."

"Nope! So who is she? Will you tell me?? What's her quirk? Do I know her?"

"Hell no." 

"Awe man, why noooot?" you pout.

"It wouldn't be safe to tell you right now."

Your eyes grow wide in wonder. 

"Oh man!! So she's like an undercover hero? Holy crap that is so cool. Wow. Okay well I won't push it but I really hope I get to meet her one day!"

"Yeah yeah. Enough about that. Let's talk about the fact that your soulmate could end up being a huge loser. Let's talk about the fact that your soulmate could end up being DEKU?"

"YUCK!" you covered your mouth with a gasp. "Oh, nooo, no I didn't mean it that waaaay. Medoriya is a really nice guy, I mean I dunno he---"

"AHAHAHAHAH NO NO, PLEASE. STOP THERE. That's fucking funny, don't ruin it." Bakugo barked out a laugh and grinned ear to ear. It looked rather handsome on him, though you could never admit it in a million years.

"Stop laughing! No it's not funny, it was so mean. I just mean he's not my type."

"Oh yeah? And what is your type, then? Cause you don't even know who your soulmate is, so that is some slippery slope you're on."

"I... that's true. Well, I know my soulmate IS my type. Whatever that may be. Look this is embarassing and I'd rather not talk about it!"

"Does your type have multiple arms?"

"Mm, likely not. But it would be okay!"

"Does he have an abusive father, formerly the number one hero?"

"Oooh, low blow. But no, I've always found Todoroki to be a bit dense. Besides he's already married to his soulmate! Not him." you giggled at the game. 

"Does your type... get hard under stress?"

"Awwwwe Kirishima is a cutie. But no. ... And please don't say things like that! Your jokes are terrible."

"That box dye shithead is not cute, he's annoying."

"Not true! Hmm. Maybe he IS my type! How do we know for sure HE isn't my soulmate? Oh my gosh! Call him, get him on the phone, haha." you were just playing around, but you noticed the way Bakugo's jaw clenched.

"No. Forget it. He's not your fuckin soulmate. He's an idiot. You are not."

"Well, see? Oposites attract! This could be one of those situations--"

"It's not. Anyway, eat your damn food before it gets cold, no one likes gross cold fries."

"Awe, someone doesn't like when I tease his fwends?" 

"Something like that. Eat."

"Alright, alright. Fine." You finally look at the plate that was placed before you forever ago, dipping your fries in a saucer of ketchup. You took a long pause, realizing how much you were enjoying this time with Bakugo.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I would guess that my soulmate is a lot like you, now that I think about it. He used to be really standoffish and mean, you know? But once I got to know him, I found out he was really funny and caring." you laughed, enjoying the food and company. 

"Haha, maybe you're my type after all, Bakugo!" you were only joking. And so engrossed now in your meal you didn't notice the way Bakugo's face turned so red, you would have thought he'd eaten something too spicy, even for him.

[seijorhi]

Hey, god it’s me again. 😔 LOL

I think that at this point of my life your beautiful and flawless fic ‘means to an end’ has physical intertwined with me. It is a part of my mind, soul, and body. 😩 Everything about it is chefs kiss.

I wish I could just kiss that beautiful big brain of yours for coming up with such delicious ideas. The way it’s on my mind daily since the moment I read it is SICKENING (in a good way obvi 😏).

I will go through my day and out of nowhere something will remind me of it and along will come a question. You did this to me Rhi 🫵.

NOW I know you’re very busy with getting your new fic ready (absolutely excited btw, I love Gojo and knowing your beautiful mind , anything you write will be to die for!!!!) but I wanted to ask a couple questions (I know, shocker right?). Since I know you’re busy, don’t feel obligated to answer these questions. In fact, I’ll be very happy if you even reply with a heart. (I simply just wanted to let you know deeply I appreciate/admire your work.)

But here are my troublesome questions:

- Did the guys on their volleyball team know about their obsession with the reader?

- I know you mentioned Atsumu having girlfriends through highschool but did that apply to Osamu too? (Especially since he liked the reader first?)

- This is sort of like my first question but did the girlfriends know as well? And if they did, did they feel any jealousy? (Jealousy from their boyfriend giving his attention to someone else.)

- Since there was a long period of time of not seeing the reader, did they have hopes of seeing her again? (before Atsumu found ame)

- While in that period of time did the twins still date around?

That’s all but please if you have anything else to add , it’s definitely welcomed. 🫶 (also I’m sorry if these questions sound silly or stupid but they’ve been taking up my mind for awhile and I’m sorry to everyone for constantly bringing up ‘means to an end’ but that fic has a strong grip on me yall. Like I’m down bad on my knees for this version/fic of the Miya twins 😔.)

OFF TOPIC: I’ve been trying very hard to be more active with my favorite writers to show love and support but still find the idea to be very scary. I still get nervous sending in messages or asks but I’m trying to take baby steps. I also want to gain the confidence of not having to press the anonymous button because I want you to know who I am but as a second baby step , I will now be signing my post with my nickname since I want you to (sort of) know who I am ☺️ (and not just some crazed fan lol.)

-🌬️🌫️ katia

(I keep on forgetting which emojis I used on the previous questions I sent but I hope I got it right this time 🥲)

(Edit: you’ll probably see the same message again but that’s because I’m sending it to you again because I forgot to mention this in the pervious one 😰.

You’ve inspired me to start taking a more darker route in my writing. I began writing maybe a month ago and it’s a romance novel. (So far I’ve got two chapters 🫠).

But these past couple days I’ve been REALL REALLY wanting to write more darker content (like the kind you write, you’ve inspired me a great deal with your writing technique).

But the problem is I don’t know how to write yandere/horror/gore. So I was wondering if it wasn’t to much of a bother, if you could give me some tips or advice. (Im very new to writing and I have my struggles but I want to branch out to more darker themes, like you and fairy.) Still learning the ropes but I hope with your guidance, I’ll get there 🫡. )

hello my love!

okay so first of all if ur gonna keep being so cute and complimentary i will melt into a soft gooey puddle and be of no use to anybody so be warned.

as for your questions:

i would say that most people who spent a decent amount of time around the twins, i.e. their teammates and classmates, would have at least an inkling about their interest in bullying her. the miyas are many things, subtle isn't one of them. having said that, i think out of everyone, suna was probably the only one who saw it for what it was

hookups yes, 'girlfriends' no

again, anyone who spent a significant amount of time around the twins was bound to eventually put two and two together. which isn't to say that they were all blind going in – some undoubtedly thought they could snag his attention once they were officially dating, only to find themselves bitterly disappointed

they 100% both kept tabs on the reader, it was more a case of biding their time and waiting for the right moment

yes. not serious, long term relationships (aside from ame) as neither one of them would be capable of faking it for more than a few months but relationships all the same

advice wise, i dug up this old post which hopefully will be at least a little helpful??

beyond that, all i can really say is that for me, good yandere/horror fics balance emotion with tension, and the build up of both. the characterisation is also really important – what makes you love to loathe them, or alternatively, not see them coming until it's entirely too late. nothing bores me more in a yan fic than when the writer hasn't bothered to give their yan a personality beyond a cookie cutter obsession.

but congrats on getting started with writing! i'm proud of you bby <33

[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 8

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

You’d spent the better part of that afternoon going through outfits. Finally you’d settled on a nice blouse and some jeans.

“Keep it casual, you’re not trying to overdo it.”

Even though that’s what you say, you’ve checked yourself in the mirror at least ten times already. The knock on your door pulls your attention.

“Coming!”

You rush to the door, grabbing your phone off the counter. You expect a casually dressed Matt, but he’s actually wearing a suit.

“Hey.”

You’re definitely blushing again. You’ve always thought that Matt had this boyish charm, but dressed like this, he looks very much like a man.

“You..look really good Matt.”

“Thank you. I don’t think I really need my sight to appreciate how beautiful you are.”

If he uses more lines like that, you won’t last the night. You accept it shyly, as you move to close your door.

“My car is parked over by the student union, I hope you don’t mind a little walk.”

He takes your hand.

“I don't mind at all.”

His fingers interlock with your own and you lecture yourself to maintain your cool.

“I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!!”

Tonight will surely be interesting.

~

The trip into town takes maybe twenty minutes. The ride there you both share stories. A few of them involve Foggy and his little adventures. You have to admit that you’re thankful. If you never met Foggy, you probably wouldn’t have met Matt. You’ll have to remember to thank him.

The restaurant seems a bit fancier than you expected.

“Table for two under Murdock.”

You’re a bit surprised when Matt takes charge. The waiter nods, checking the reservation and then grabbing a menu.

“Right this way.”

You follow along as he provides a seat.

“Can I get you anything to drink.?”

“Just water for me.” You answer.

“I’ll have the same.” Matt states.

The waiter nods, placing the menus down to look over. When he walks away you can’t help but ask.

“You got a reservation?”

Matt nods.

“You’ve been gushing about this place to Foggy for a while now so I did some research. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.”

You might just cry right there.

“Thank you Matt, that’s so sweet of you.”

“Of course.”

He smiles and you realize at that moment that he can’t really read the menu. You shouldn’t feel so happy about doing something like this for him. It’s become somewhat common now, still, you’re glad. You go through a few of the dishes just as the waiter comes back with your drinks. You both settle on a pasta dish and he takes it, heading off once again.

Once the food is delivered, an easy conversation settles.

“So I don’t think I ever asked, but how did you meet Foggy?”

You’re mid slurp when he proposes said question. You suck up the last noodle with a laugh. Patting your lips with the napkin, you think back.

“Foggy was trying to get with my classmate back in high school. I thought it was funny because she had a boyfriend and he didn’t know. I had to break the news to him. I sat with him eating a break up ice cream even though he never even got to date her.”

Matt laughs.

“That sounds like Foggy.”

“Mhmm, and now he’s one of my closest friends. I’ve never really had a brother, so I really appreciated the way he looked out for me. I was pretty sheltered growing up. Sort of soft spoken. A few of the guys in the class would mess with me cause they knew I never retaliated and he stood up for me.”

Matt feels a bit content hearing something so heartfelt. It’s clear that such a gesture meant the world to you.

“If I’m being honest, when I met you I was kind of jealous. I spent a semester abroad, so we would email back and forth. He kept raving about how great you were. I guess I was worried that he replaced me. Sounds a bit silly right?”

Matt shakes his head.

“Not at all, I get it. If we’re making confessions I sort of picked up on it.”

“What! But you never said anything.”

“I wanted you to like me. Foggy loves you and I really wanted to make a good impression.”

You feel a bit embarrassed.

“I can’t believe it. I was so childish.”

You can’t help but laugh at how it all turned out.

“I’m glad that we were both able to meet.”

The statement makes you look up, and he reaches over, taking your hand. Your cheeks are once again a mess of cherry red.

“I’m glad too.”

A smile settles on his face as you both enjoy the rest of the night.

When it’s time to leave, you almost don’t want to go. After you dropped your car back into the parking lot, Matt insisted on walking you home, even though his place was closer than yours. By the time you make it to your door, you feel very satisfied with how the night has gone. It was better than expected. You were so worried that it would be awkward, but it feels natural. 

Comfortable.

“Thank you for the invitation, I had a lot of fun.”

Standing with your door open, you smile up at him.

“I’m the one who should be thanking you Matt. Tonight was great. Maybe we can do it again?” You ask hopefully.

“I thought you would never ask.”

You’re beaming and you can just picture the playful twinkle behind those ruby glasses. For a moment you just stand there, because you’re sure that he’s looking at you, but he’s not really saying anything. He takes a step closer, and you seem to pick up on what’s about to happen. Your eyes widen and panic mode sets in.

“W-Well good night!!”

You step back, slamming the door right in his face.

Curse your cowardly nerves. 

[adobolover123]

birthday sickness (semi-sick kaminari x reader)

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surprisingly, kaminari is never one to get sick. if he got sick, it was really because of the effects from quirks of a couple of villains.

but now he actually got sick; and it had to be on his birthday.

you sulked in your chair painfully waiting for the end of aizawa’s announcements. you felt really bad for kaminari, and even though his birthday was on a school day, you still wanted to see him and be able to give his birthday kisses, hugs, etc throughout the day.

mina was sitting behind you and noticed this, and leaned over her table to whisper in your ear.

“hey; i know you miss kami—and don’t worry! we can all still drop by his room and bring cakes and gifts—“ mina was interrupted by noticing aizawa’s death glare.

mina bit her lip nervously and slowly went back to her chair hunched.

your expression became a bit hopeful and ideas started appearing in your head.

i’ll stop by that one bakery—for our date he really wanted that vanilla-banana cake… you thought to yourself.

your ideas took a hault when all of a sudden aizawa brought out news:

“kirishima, ashido, and sero; stay after class for 4 hours of tutoring.”

the trio’s expressions became horrid with the sound of mina’s nails screeching against her desk.

aizawa cringed at the sound.

“unless you want it to be 5 hours of tutoring.” he firmly stated.

“no sensei!—“ the trio replied immediately.

aizawa nodded.

“class dismissed.”

as students started leaving you felt a small bittersweet feeling in your chest, i guess the rest won’t be able to celebrate kaminari’s birthday—but at least you can see him.

ooh, maybe bakugo can come,

“hey bakugo are you gonna stop by kaminari’s to-“

“i’m training.”

“but-“

“no.”

your gave a surprised/annoyed look at him and huffed.

“tell that dumbass i said happy birthday though.” bakugo bluntly said as he walked out the door.

at least he remembered.. you thought.

————————[after school]————————

kaminari was laying down with a bunch of blankets reaching his chest. he was feeling a little better, but there was still pounding in the back of his head and his nose was still stuffy. his airpods were in and he kept refreshing his messages.

you haven’t answered his texts and he knows school was over awhile ago, since he heard the multiple steps and chattering from his other classmates downstairs.

he tried texting the bakusquad asking your whereabouts but they haven’t answered him either (due to the strict rules of tutoring).

“where is she…” he mumbled.

kaminari’s eyes started drifting to sleep as soon as he heard a slow knock.

“uhh..babe! it’s me are you awake?”

his eyes widened and a big smile was drawn on his mouth. like his sickness was gone he got up swiftly and opened the door.

his mouth opened as he saw the sight of you. you were holding a huge white and yellow cake nicely decorated that at least stretched from your left to right arm. your left hand holding 4 gift bags, your right hand holding a mix of yellow and black balloons including a corny unicorn one, and 5 wrapped gifts on top of the packaged cake. the wrapped gifts were covering your sight.

your head leaned to the side and your eyes practically smiled.

“HAPPY BIRTH-“

kaminari took the 5 gifts covering you and set them on his desk near the door, and pulled you by your waist with his right hand.

your lips connected passionately and you smiled within the kiss. he pulled you closer to deepen the kiss and began slightly biting your lip.

as soon as you wanted more he pulled back giving you a cheesy smile.

“here let me help you first!” kaminari said with a giggle. he quickly grabbed the rest of the stuff out of your hands and set them on his desk, and placed the balloons in the corner of his room.

as he did this you walked in his room and closed the door behind you, smiling.

he sat on his bed patting a space next to him for you to sit.

“oh my god you seem so energetic now..did you fake being sick?!” you asked laughing.

“no!! i—“ he shook his head a little too fast and a big pound came back inside his head. his right hand quickly came up to the back of his head as he cringed in pain.

you instantly put your hand on his arm and the other to his head.

“denki!...do you want me to get you more medicine??” you asked worriedly. your head leaned to the side to look at him and his eyes opened slowly.

“no…because you’re my medicine.”

your face immediately turned straight and slapped his arm at his corny comment.

“denki i’m serious-“

“i’m serious too..!” he whined as he put his hand back down.

you rolled your eyes smirking and looked at him lovingly with worriedness.

he smiled sheepishly and scooted closer to you.

“but sorry i kissed you even when i’m sick—if you get sick i promise to take care of you, yea?” he said genuinely.

you shook your head and pulled him in another kiss. your right hand laid on his chest while your left was on his neck. kaminari brought you two closer by putting his hands on your hips. you pushed him against his headboard.

you two continued making out longer, both of your hands deep within each other’s hair. your grips were strong for each other and there was no gap in between you.

breathless, you pulled back first. he went down to rest his head in the side of your neck.

“best. birthday. ever.” he mumbled.

————————[extra scene]————————

“babe we can’t let this cake go to waste..” you mumbled as you looked over at it still in the box.

kaminari’s eyes widened remembering it.

“oh yeah! i’ll get it right now..” he exclaimed brushing his hair with his hand. he got up from his bed and grabbed the cake with two plastic forks.

surprisingly yall almost finished the cake just from the both of you.

kaminari have a loud burp.

“uughh, i’m so full. but that cake was so gooodd~ thanks y/n…” he said hazily.

“i’m so full tooo…” you said sleepily.

your eyes quickly widened and swiftly pointed at the cake.

“BABE THERES SOMETHING ON IT!!” you yelled.

kaminari jumped from your yell and looked at the cake.

“WHERE-“

you pushed his head into the remaining cake and cackled.

you stopped cackling when his head wasn’t coming back up and he was groaning low.

you gulped nervously and tapped him on the back of his neck.

“denki..are you okay..?” you asked.

he slowly got up and turned to you.

then out of nowhere he threw a handful of cake on your face making you scream in surprise.

——————————[notes]—————————

for kaminari’s birthday i wrote abt him last minute lol.. sorry if this was kinda lazy 💀 also don’t hang out with ur s/o’s when they’re sick 🙅‍♀️ have a good day lovesss ♡

[antlerqueer]

Hey!! First of all I love your blog. I wish to read more of your thoughts about Yellowjackets. Now to the questions: Any ideas on how to get screen accurate clothes or simillar and a dupe of Jackie's necklace? Tiffany I am sorry but I do not have 5000$ for you! And Who is your favorite Yellowjacket, wy, what you like& dislike about her. Happy New Year!!!!

I think a lot of the clothes you could probably thrift! Like Jackie's blue & white striped sweater is pretty basic, like Old Navy or The Gap (smh Mrs. Taylor would never shop Old Navy). This site has all of the actuals, but costume budgets are usually much higher than the average person could afford.

For Shauna's flannels, you could find some at Target or Kohl's or if you're feeling like you want to spend some dollars probably Levi's and Madewell. Truly no clue where Miss Charlotte Matthews gets all of her kaftans, I don't know if TJ Maxx has those for her to steal.

For Jackie's necklace, Ebay has a bunch of less-than-5k ones (the link takes you right to the search), and there's some on Etsy as well. Looks like the silver ones are much more affordable than Jackie's gold. This one looks like a good gold dupe for approx $140 though!

As for my favorite character...... honestly that's gonna have to go under the cut I've got so much to say always!!

Both teen and adults, I love Tai and Shauna. (I prefer teen!Natalie to adult!Natalie bc I love drama, and I prefer adult!Misty to teen!Misty because adult!Misty has intention. It's not good, but it is intention lmao)

What I love about Tai and Shauna is how their journeys into adulthood are basically complete opposites but also exactly the same: selfish. Tai went "back to normal" so to speak, going to her school of choice, becoming a lawyer, dating lots of beautiful women (her words!) where Shauna just... gave up. She shrunk herself further.

And you'd think after all Shauna did, she wouldn't want to shrink into someone's shadow anymore. However, as we learn in the teen timeline, if there's a single thing that Shauna wants (Jackie, Javi's safety, safe birth) she will not receive it. In fact, it will backfire so badly and it will all be her fault. So she simply "decides" she doesn't want anything else than what she has. I don't even know if she truly loves Jeff the way Jeff loves her.

The way she explodes when she finally does let go, too, is bonkers. She is so full of rage but doesn't permit herself to experience it because, y'know, anger begets death. And she proves it to herself! She literally proves it to herself when she kills Adam! She's like... damn, can't feel anything lest I commit atrocities!!

Just love to see people repress their shit and then go absolutely batshit when they realize they can't keep doing it anymore.

Also why I love Taissa, who has gone head-first into her ambitions with no regard for the others. She said "yeah, I love my wife, but I will not listen to her when she asks me to give up my ambitions for the sake of our family. I will tell her I will, but y'know what? I changed my mind!"

As we learn more about Taissa, probably in season 3, I want to see more of how the relationship with Van devolved in their young adulthood or at least get the gist of it. Because, in my headcanon, I feel like Tai wanted Van to fit into her group and would do things that would actually be so rude "just for tonight" to make Van more aligned with how she saw her future. She probably wanted Van to dress nicer, look more put-together, show up and be "normal" in front of her colleagues. (Because I'm sure that's how she saw her college peers - as colleagues instead of classmates.) I say this with affection, of course, because while I do think that's super selfish I also get why she wants to have so much control. She has no control when Other Tai shows up, so she needs to regain as much as possible.

I wanted to see a bit more conflict between Tai and Van over Lottie, but there's plenty of time for that in the adult timeline now. But I did want to see teen!Tai get pissed about Van being soo into the Lottie stuff. Maybe we will next season? I don't know, probably not, I don't see it fitting into the timeline. I generally wish we got more of Tai in season 2 but I understand the writers had to get Natalie stuff done to align her death with the crowning.

I love Tai because she's unintentionally like... the prime competition for Jackie in the ways that Jackie is insecure. She is so confident within herself, she doesn't need to be aligned with her peers, she's fine going against the pack when she thinks she's in the right. Tai is so unapologetic in who she is, which is refreshing to see for a lesbian in the 90s on tv. She uses the "freedom" of the wilderness to embrace herself and drop the performance she had going on in the real world. And while we don't know much about her life pre-crash, if it's anything like her life post-survival, she must have put on a hell of a show. Because we see her perform femininity in public for the sake of her job, and we can see how she uses it to gain access to the world that otherwise would not be kind to her.

I could go on and on these ladies are sooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

[dragbunart]

How do Natsumi and Fuyuhiko react to Shuichi? A harmless twink detective as Kaede’s boyfriend?

Natsumi and Fuyuhiko have this thing about Kaede. As much as they respect her choice to stay away from the family business... They know it will be hard for her. So they are a bit selective about who they approve of as her partner.

Natsumi more so than Fuyuhiko. Because that's her twin, who's been by her side since the day she was born. They shared a room and clothes. Kaede always is willing to take time out of her own day to cheer Natsumi up.

So Natsumi did not react well to Shuichi. Before she's introduced to him as Kaede's family, when she sees him on campus she glares daggers. All she knows is this weak-looking Detective who can barely meet other people's eyes is holding hands with Kaede. And she doesn't like it.

Meanwhile, Fuyuhiko had basically a front-row seat to watching Saimatsu happen.

He watched her dragging him around at class events, and stealing his hat, and trying to encourage him. He also watched Shuichi become more confident and improve his strength.

It was actually Kaito who set them up on a date (Well... Kaito was trying to set Kaede and Shuichi on a date, and Kaede was trying to set Maki and Kaito on a date. Four people entered that date, two couples left... Maki and Shuichi love their dumbass best friends and partners). To Fuyuhiko one day Kaede left her group to go to a cafe and came back giggling about Shuichi.

Does he think Shuichi can protect Kaede at first? No... But he also knows Kaede has been trained in self-defense (By Peko when they were younger and again by Tenko in high school), and HAS put Teruteru on his back for trying to harrass Peko.

Teruteru: Peko, does the carpet match the drapes? *goes to grab Peko's skirt*

Kaede, before Tenko or Mahiru can react: I THINK THE FUCK NOT *sparta kicks Teruteru across the room*

Also Kaede: Peko are you ok? Peko: Yes Kaede, I am fine

Shuichi, in the corner in love: ... Is it bad I kind of want her to do that to me?

Kaito: *staring at Maki* ... Is that not normal to want?

Maki: Your both idiots.

Tenko: GO KAEDE! THAT'S OUR CLASS REP!

Fuyuhiko himself has also received the rumored Shuichi death glare before Shuichi found out Kaede was the Yakuza's lil sis. He's used to joking with his sisters by using extravagant threats (beyond what he uses on classmates) because all three of them know it's just that, a joke.

Shuichi overheard this and grabbed Fuyuhiko by the collar. Then threatened to use all his knowledge of Police procedures to make sure no one found Fuyuhiko's body if he ever talked to Kaede like that again...

Kaede had to reveal that they were actually siblings to stop any murders from happening. (Either Shuichi murdering Fuyuhiko or Peko murdering Shuichi to DEFEND Fuyuhiko).

After this Fuyuhiko had no doubt if push came to shove, Shuichi would protect Kaede (not that she'd need it).

Once their official... Natsumi let's up on Shuichi. I mean she makes sure he knows that if he breaks Kaede's heart he'll lose his kneecaps at minimum. But she is nicer to him, he makes her sister happy and that's all she wants.

Shuichi, is terrified of both Natsumi and Fuyuhiko. Because Kaede states if he wants a blessing ask them, not her parents. Still, Shuichi likes his future-in-laws and he knows they at least tolerate him.

Fuyuhiko: Are you still gonna do detective shit when you marry the idiot? Shuichi: Probably not. I mean I don't expect Kaede to do ... Family business... But I never wanted to be a detective.

Fuyuhiko: What will you do? Kaede: He'll be my stay at home husband, duh. One of us will need to stay home with the kids! Liek you and Peko, Peko's probably gonna be home with the kids.

Fuyuhiko: *teasing* You've got it all planned out huh? Whose gonna marry Natsumi?

Kaede: ... Dunno, a masochist probably.

Natsumi: Hey, Detective, can you be my siblings instead, these fuckers are rude.

Shuichi: Does that mean you approve of me

Natsumi: The only person i approve of is peko. And thats because I grew up with her.

Peko: *to SHuichi* You'll get used to this kind of banter...And yelling... and cussing...

[neoruby-loves-ut-aus]

First day of the sneaky Princess at Humans and Monsters Academy

James: Little sis and bro, are you ready?

Clara and David: Yes sir!! *talks to each other in minds since they can read minds like their siblings, cousins and their mother Sun and aunt Moon* I wonder who will be our first friend and which teacher we can prank on the fourth day

Sun: I read your minds kids, you might get caught and I don't want your father to be angry again.

Clara: But Mom, you're way more angry than him, nevermind, love you Mom and Dad, we're off to school 😁😁

Dream: Bye kids!!

*At the Academy*

Clara: Hi, I'm Clara! I'm new here!!

Random student: Wait.... isn't she the third daughter of the Guardian of Positivity?!

Another student: You bet and I guess that's her younger brother Prince David.

James: *in mind* Oh boy, here we go 🙁

Almost every boy to Clara: Princess Clara, please date me!!!

Clara: *speechless and confused*

David: Uhh, bro, where's Elys and others?

*then a blonde haired boy with blue eyes comes*

The boy: Hey! Give them some space!!

*the students didn't listen*

*the boy grabs Clara and David and runs to an empty classroom where no one can find them*

The boy: phew, at least they're gone. The name's Ryan Stevenson. It must be annoying to be surrounded by them.*in mind* This girl seems nice and wait...am I falling in love at first sight?!

Clara: Yeah....*in mind* he's kinda hot and kind tho.

David: *reads both of their minds* *in mind* I wouldn't mind her but we're lucky that James isn't here.

Ryan: You're my new classmate I guess because the teacher said so, we're gonna be late.

David: Ok, I'll just ask a random teacher.

*after a few moments when the class was started with the teacher introducing Clara*

Teacher: Students, this is Princess Clara, the third daughter of the Guardian of Positivity, Dream.

Random spoiled student: pfft, as if she thinks she is a princess than what I am.

Teacher: Gloria!! Enough of your self-boasting!! Apologies, your majesty.

Clara: It's okay ma'am, I'll get used to this life and I hope I can get new friends.

Ryan: *in mind* wow, this Princess is really humble as she doesn't mind sitting with common people like us.

*class lessons starts*

*after class when it's break*

Clara: Man it's so boring!!! I hardly slept when the lecture began!!

A kind girl: Yes, well my name's Eva Woods.

Clara: Nice to meet you, Eva.

*Gloria and her gang of spolied kids appear*

Gloria: Well well well, look who's here. The fake 'Princess' along with the weakling.

Clara: HEY!! WATCH YOUR TONE BRAT!! YOU CAN'T INSULT MY NEW FRIEND LIKE THAT!!

Gloria: Oh really? What you're gonna do? Well let's make a deal, meet me at the park after school.

Clara: Deal.

*the gang walks away*

Sofia: Yo!! You must be the new student!! I'm Sofia!

Clara: Hi Sofia! I'm Clara! Btw, who wants to join me now 'cause I brought an entire box of pizza!!

Eva, Ryan and Sofia: HELL YEAH!! LET'S DIVE IN!!

Gloria: *seeing her at a distance* I JUST WANT THAT PIZZA!! HOW CAN SHE BE MORE RICHER THAN ME?!

*after school*

Clara: So, I made friends with two girls named Sofia and Eva and a boy named Ryan.

Hermione: Wow, you made a lot of friends on the first day! Wondering how many friends you would get tomorr-

Gloria: HEY CLARA THE STINKY APE! I BET YOU'RE SCARED TO FIGHT HAHA LOL!

*her gang laughs and teases Clara*

James: *whispers* I think it's time to show them who's boss since we're far away from school.

Clara: Fine brat, you asked for it. *uses yellow magic on Gloria*

Gloria: HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YO MY SOU-

*Clara levitates her and smacks her down to the ground hard in such a way blood did not fall but she can only feel tremendous pain*

One of the spoiled girls: What have done you freak?!

Clara: *summons her yellow fire like powers and threatens to use it on her* this is my final warning, get out.

*the gang flees in fear*

*at home they narrated everything and Sun and Dream were proud of their daughter*

*evening*

Clara: *alone in her room* *sighs*

*mutters* that boy was cute 🥺

James: *in mind* if my sister Clara has a crush on someone, that boy better be nice to her or I'll yeet him.

*meanwhile*

James: And that's how Clara's day went.

Star: uhhhhhh......

Alexander: That's kinda good not gonna lie. Oh someone's trying to flirt with Hermione and she seems uncomfortable.

James: WHO'S WHAT?! *overprotective brother mode on* *teleports away*

Twyla: Well it's kinda nice that she made friends with my original.

Elys: Yeah, welp see you all tomorrow at school.

Alexander: Same, bye!!

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