#hate when they try to guilt me into doing shit I just gen don’t wanna do and thinking that it’s gonna help me

[carbonateds-oda]

am i exaggerating or is it an absolute insane thing to do to threaten someone that you’re not going to eat if they won’t either

[littleoddwriter]

Hurt | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

This is a purely self-indulgent (and kinda vent-y) Hurt/Comfort fic with my fave comic book Roman version (Red Hood and the Outlaws Rebirth). If anyone should end up reading this, I do hope you enjoy this! Also, uh, reader has BPD in this and the TW’s should say it all, so be cautious when reading, please!

summary; Red Hood makes a snide remark that leaves you overwhelmed with negative emotions. Roman ends up comforting you, after Red Hood inquires about your relationship with him. 

notes; TW // BPD episodes; Intrusive Thoughts; Self-Harm (implicit; punching oneself; also attempted self-harm); Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Blackmailing, and a non-con relationship (FALSE accusations); Red Hood handles reader a little roughly at one point; Daddy!Kink. Male!Reader; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Hugs; Sitting on one’s lap.

"Look, Roman, I don't mind your whole BDSM theme you've got going on. It fits you. But this seems to go a little far, even for you. I mean, this is breakfast, right?" Red Hood said, ever sounding so dry and sarcastic, sitting at the other end of the table opposite from you and Roman. You lowered your head in shame, as your face burned with it, your heart clenched painfully and your hands balled into fists, bunching the fabric of your pants, as you started trembling. Roman's arm tightened around your middle. You sat on his lap, as he fed you forks full of food alternating between you and himself. Having woken up feeling bad, this was routine for such mornings. It grounded you, made you feel a little calmer and had you feeling less like you wanted to rip your own skin off. "I'm sorry. I'm embarrassing you," you whispered quietly, so only Roman could hear it. He squeezed you where he held you around your waist and spoke just as quietly, "Not at all, sweetheart." Black Mask encouraged you to lean back into him with a nudge. Your back rested against his chest and stomach, as your head was supported by his shoulder. Turning your head to the side, your nose pressed against his neck. The smell of his leather mask and perfume all too familiar and soothing to you. You inhaled, a quiet and content sigh left your lips, as you relaxed a little. "Now, now, Red. I don't see why this should be any of your business, hm? This is my home after all. I own everything and everyone in here. Therefore I can do as I please, wouldn't you agree?" Roman said finally, tilting his head a little, looking as inquiring as he sounded. "Sure, sure. Still, it's just... weird. No offense." A dry chuckle left Black Mask's mouth as he shook his head slightly and tightened his grip around you, sure to leave a bruise by now. That was that then. You knew Roman had plans for Red Hood, so he probably held himself back here because of it. Usually he would have shot the person uttering such things as soon as those words had left their mouth. You were glad he hasn't done it this time, as you didn't fancy having someone's blood on your hands. After a couple of minutes of charged silence, in which the three of you finished eating your breakfast, Roman squeezed your waist once more. You lifted your head and sat up properly. "I need to talk some business with Red, here. You can go and do whatever you like, as always, alright, baby?" You nodded and gave a quick, uncertain glance over to Red Hood before turning your head and leaning into Roman. Then you pressed your lips against the cold metal zipper of his mask, which he's closed back up seconds before. Black Mask hummed approvingly in the back of his throat and nudged his masked face against yours in mock of a kiss back. Then you leaned back again and slid off his lap. You waved good-bye and then left the room. As soon as you were alone, the crushing feelings from before came back in a rush. The shame, the guilt, the anxiety, the anger. It was so much. Too much. Promptly, you started trembling again. Your skin felt tight, you wanted to rip it off, scream, cry and disappear. You had embarrassed Roman. Red Hood probably couldn't take him seriously because of you. Just because you're so fucking pathetic that you needed to be sat on his lap and be fed. Fuck! Intrusive thoughts of hurting yourself came over you, such as the urge; and fuck, it was so strong. It hasn't been this strong in at least two weeks. A long time for you. You didn't want to do it, though. You didn't want to give in. Walking around the penthouse and trying to find something to do that would take your mind off things, the urge only became stronger. It loomed over you, suffocated you. It was so tempting. You just wanted to get rid of those feelings. You just wanted them gone so badly. Various images of how you could do it popped up, your mind's eye forced to take them in. It was an itch you desperately tried not to scratch. After an hour of having done skills and tried to get rid of the feelings through some exercise and such, you were still trembling with the urge and overwhelming tightness of the suffocating emotions. You figured that perhaps Roman was done with talking by then, so you went back to the dining room where you have left him. "Hey, Luke, is Roman still busy talking in there?" You asked one of the masked goons standing outside the door. Your voice sounded tight, restrained, and yet so very dull. All those emotions that still tried to claw their way out of you were held back by you by sheer force. "Yeah, he is. What d'ya need him for? I'm sure the boss doesn't mind if ya interrupt him if it's important." "Fuck," you muttered. "No, no thank you. I really don't wanna interrupt him," you then said louder, so Luke could hear you. He nodded and you turned to go back to your room. A while later, you were sitting in the hallway that housed Roman's family portrait. You sat on the floor in front of it, a sketch book in your lap and a pencil and eraser in your hands. Your ears twitched when an unfamiliar footfall came closer to you. When you looked up, you saw it was Red Hood. Immediately panic gripped on to your heart, squeezing it tightly, and surrounded your lungs, making it hard to breathe. Red Hood was looking from side to side before crouching down in front of you. "What are you doing here?" He asked, confusing you. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" "No, I meant here, as in, with Black Mask. Is he forcing you? Blackmailing you? Look, if he's got something on you, I can help you." Your face twisted with both confusion and anger. The panic hasn't subsided, but it made a little way for anger and hurt. "Excuse me? Do you- Who do you think you are? Why do you think you have any place to make such horrendous assumptions?" "He's a bad man and you know it. I'm sure you're not unaware to his 'business', right? It's not too far-fetched that he might have gotten a little too lonely and... y'know?" "What the fuck? Listen, Red, I don't give a fuck who you are or who you aren't. I don't give a fuck that you clearly don't know shit about what you're saying, so just leave me alone, will you?" Instead of leaving you alone, he gripped your arm and pulled it towards himself. "I'm not stupid, I've seen the bruises on you-" You snapped. "Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! You don't know anything! Shut the fuck up!" You shouted, pulling your arm free from him, as he loosened his grip in surprise. Your vision was blurry and red, tears burned your eyes, you were in so much pain all over again. You had just managed to get rid of it. Not without visible bruises on your arms. The bruises Red Hood mistook for abuse marks from Black Mask. It made you feel sick. You took the pencil from the ground where it had fallen onto, after you had jumped up when you had pulled your arm free. Close to stabbing it in your arm, someone embraced you from behind, one arm went around your waist and held you tightly against their chest, pressing their body against your back; and gripped tightly on to your wrist of which hand you held the pencil with. The soothing and familiar smell of leather and his perfume hit you. Roman. You trembled with the panic, the overwhelming emotions and the urge to follow through with what you've almost had just a moment ago. "Ssshhhh, sweetheart, ssshhh," Roman cooed, shushing you quietly. A whimper left your lips as you let go of the pencil. The noise it made when it hit the floor was crushingly loud in your ears.   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you repeated over and over again, whimpering and sniveling. Roman continued to shush you quietly, lowered your arm to your side and turned you around, so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and stroked over your back soothingly. "Leave now," he commanded Red Hood, whose quick footsteps you could hear fading away. "Oh, sweetheart, my darling boy. What did he say? What happened, huh?" Your sobs had died down by that point and while it took you a great amount of effort to be able to reply, you did. "He thought you were forcing me to be with you. That you were abusing me b-because of my-my bruises. I'm sorry. I've already embarrassed you at breakfast and now I did it again, I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm so sorry!" "Not at all, sweet boy. You haven't embarrassed me at all. Calm down, eh? It's alright. If anything, he was trying to get a rise out of me at breakfast. That's just how he is. I'll talk to him about this, later, hm? If I didn't have plans for him, he'd already be dead anyway." You nodded against his neck and the grip your hands had on his back tightened. As so very often, you couldn't possibly fathom why he put up with you at all, why he took his time to calm you down and reassure you. He could very well be the worst of the worst, like he was to so many other people; yet he seemed to have the patience and understanding of a Saint with you. It had your mind reeling. "Now, my sweet boy, I know you hate when I ask, but have you hurt yourself before this, today?" Roman asked eventually, his voice a gentle rumble. Once more, you nodded against his neck, inhaling sharply. "I'm sorry," you added quietly. "Why didn't you come to me, hm? I assume it was because of what happened at breakfast. Am I wrong?" "You're not, I'm sorry. I didn't want to interfere. And I didn't want to do it either, I tried not to, I promise. I did everything I could, but I just- broke." "Alright, sweetheart. It's okay. Though, am I remembering this incorrectly or have I really not told you that you could interrupt me and ask for help whenever?" "You've told me, I'm sorry, I know. I didn't want to... embarrass you any further, is all. I'm sorry, Daddy." He loosened his hold around your waist and leaned back, so he could look at you. Reluctantly, you faced him.  He let go of you with one arm completely and took ahold of your arm where you've injured yourself a few hours before. A big, blue and purplish bruise had formed already, taking up most of the space of your inner forearm. Ashamed, you averted your eyes. You should have just gotten him to help you. Then Black Mask lifted your arm to his face, as you felt the cold metal of his zipper press against the bruise. The pressure on it hurt, but it wasn't unbearable or truly painful in a way where you'd want it to stop. In actuality, the mock kiss made you feel warm inside. A small smile stole itself on your face.   You sighed as the warm leather of his mask gently pressed against your arm, as he turned his head to face you. "Will you promise me to get me the next time?" You could feel his jaw move against your arm as he talked, it tickled. "I promise," you whispered, in awe. He lowered your arm again and nudged his masked face against yours, the zipper pressing against your lips. You kissed it. Then again. And again. "I love you, Daddy. I'm really sorry about this whole mess, I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He sighed, "It's alright, sweetheart. I know you haven't done any of this on purpose." Then he let go of you entirely and bent down, picking up your sketchbook from the floor and looked it over. "You drew me," he stated, surprise clear in his voice. "Yeah, I needed to calm down after- well, you know. And I couldn't think of anything else to do, but sitting down and drawing." "And the best thing to draw was me as a child? Taking this horrendous portrait as reference no less. Although, you actually managed to make me look like a child." "Well, uh, I just thought I'd try myself on it, you know? Make it look less gloomy. Well. You. Not that I'd draw your fucking parents. They don't deserve it," you chuckled wryly by the end of it. "They really don't. It looks good, sweetheart. Will you finish it?" You looked at him in surprise, mouth a little slack. "I can try." "Good. I would like to hang it up, when you have." That surprised you even more. "Are you sure?" He just looked at you, and though his face - or rather, what was left of it - wasn't visible, you knew he was shooting you an incredulous look. "Right, okay. Sure, I will try my best, Roman!" "You always do, my boy." He gently placed the sketchbook back on the floor and put his arms around you once more. "Let's go for a walk then, eh? I feel like it might be good for you, after everything." Nodding, you smiled at him softly, leaning up to press another few kisses to the zipped up mouth of his mask. 

[tellywoodtrash]

Hey TT, can you give a quick summary of what’s happening in Naagin 5 in the most You way possible (not holding back on sarcastic commentary) cause I’m tryna keep up with the mini-lbs without watching the shows and idk who the characters are or what the plot is LOL. Nothing fancy, just something similar to what you did for immj when you started LBS

Lmao ok I’ll try............... Even though I literally only started watching from the Veer/Bani wedding. So who knows how much of this is correct.

So there was this chick who Shivji decides to make the veryyyyyyyyyyyy first Naagin ever, and gives her some powers and shit (what powers, beyond turning into a snake???? Beats me.) She had a SnakeMan boo-thang as well. But there was a Cheel Prince obsessed with her, and he kills her Snake Boyfriend (Snoyfriend?) so she flings him into some Dark Void and then kills herself too. Coz what is life without men?????????? (Bliss, pure and simple bliss. You know how much I’d enjoy life if I was a Snake Lady who didn’t have to put up with men???? HELLA LOTS.)

Anyway, a gajillion years later all these ppl are reborn. (Ugh, the janam-mrityu chakra. How to escape, pls to tell, I would like to get off this ride that I did notttttt buy a ticket for.) Snake Girl is Bani, Snoyfriend is Jai, and Cheel Boy is Veeranshu. Bani loses her parents in some plane crash and is adopted by some family - a dad she calls Papa, an adoptive mom she calls Chachi (coz Chachi hates Bani and doesn’t wanna be called Mom), and three sisters; Meera, Mahek, and Dahek. (Mahek Dahek are ridiculously bad Gen Z stereotypes who only care about makeup and partying and boys.) Allllllll these ppl meet at some wedding where Cheelanshu strides in saying he slept with the bride and there’s lots of panga between Cheelanshu and Snoyfriend. The bride ends up dead and Bani sees Cheelanshu and his brothers thikaane lagaofying the laash. Anyway, Cheel Family (Members: Daddy Cheel, Chachu Cheel. Daddy ke bete hain Veer & Tapish; Chachu ke bete hain Daksh, Monil, Ponky. Saath mein ek live-in chamcha bhi hai Shukla bolke.........) is very diverse in their business dealings, they run an alcohol empire and a pub and also have some human/sex trafficking on the side, unknown to Righteous Cheel Prince Cheelanshu. Bani hates him from first sight, he loves her and keeps following her around like a chaep. There’s some randomness in between where he saves her from some explosion while she’s unconscious, and Bani and Jai remember they’re Snoulmates (Snake Soulmates) by doing one ridiculous fucking dance. They decide ki Cheel Family ko mitaana hi hai, but they cannot attack them until the Cheels attack first. (Thanks Shivji for all these useless clauses in contract. Vardaan nahi, yeh toh iTunes ka terms and conditions ho gaya.) So they have to keep biding their time till they can murder some cheels. Cheel Boy brings proposal for Bani’s sister to make her jealous and Bani decides to marry Snoyfriend. Blah blah blah, kuch kuch ho jaata hai, Bani sees Jai being thrown off a cliff by the Cheels, suddenly from somewhere one twin brother of Veer’s comes and attacks Bani and she’s like yisssssssssssss, thinking it’s Veer and attacks him. But it’s not actually her who kills him, it’s Namak Haraam Shukla. Veer enters screaming and crying about his brother and Bani’s like wtf who did I kill then????? Anyway Veer and her marry each other to exact revenge on each other. (What other reason is there to get married anyway??) Jai is ultimately not dead and is now like mwahahahahha I hate Bani coz a woman in power is unimaginable to me as a Desi Man, even if I am a snake too. I wanna kill her so I can get her Aadinaagin powers (what powers???? He literally already has the same power she does, of turning into a snake.) He does random absolute fail saazishishein with Shukla and a Hot Morni called Mayuri (BABE I MISS YOU MOST PLS COME BACK) to kill Veer/Bani. Meanwhile Veer finds out Bani didn’t kill twin and is like oh ok cool my conscience now allows me to love her with no guilt. No more revenge, only pyaar pyaar pyaaaar. Bani still hates him tho. Phir Veer waale actor ko COVID ho gaya toh puraane yug waala Cheel Prince comes back pretending to be him (brought by Snoyfriend and team) and does some mindfuckery and Bani is like this ain’t my husbanddddddd; he’s a different flavour of bastard than this one in front of me. I like my regular Lemon-Lime Chutiya instead of this Blackberry flavoured one. Hathaapaai and what not and Lemon-Lime Cheel boy comes back and murders imposter and saves Bani. Uneasy peace between hubs and wifey. Phir aata hai reveal ki she’s a Naagin and he’s like I love her anyway and protects her from his murderous family. Snoyfriend comes and starts living with them at Cheel Mansion for some reason and him and Cheel Boy have mad banter 24/7. The best part of the show.

Anyway aaj kal Veer ki long lost Mummy aayi hui hai (and she calls herself Markaat, even though she’s not the real Markaat, that’s someone else the Cheel Fam worships or something..... Idk man, idk...........) Anyway she’s a half cheel half naagin and also Snoyfriend’s mom, so surprise surprise, Bickering Boys are Brothers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She wants to kill Bani to get her AadiNaagin powers (again, WHAT DAMN POWERS????????? I DON’T SEE NOTHING OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT SHE CAN TURN INTO A GIANTASS SNAKE. WHICH YOU CAN ALSO DO, AUNTYJI. SO LITERALLY WTF POWERS ARE YOU ALL GOING ON ABOUT HERE?????????) but Bros Before Hoes Mom unite to save mutual love interest. Snoyfriend decides ki evil bann ke kyaa hi ukhaad liya maine, toh might as well be on the good side, where at least I’ll have some company for this insane shitshow that is our lives. Meanwhile Shivji ne Bani ko phir se koi random vardaan diya where she can see shit that happens in the future and she keeps seeing all her loved ones drowning. So she takes them all to a safehouse ON A CLIFF FACING THE SEA. Then the sea levels start rising like cray (climate change is real) and Naagin drinks up a tsunami that tries to kill them all. Meanwhile iss sab ke beech mein Bani ki sister Meera aur Veer ke brother Tapish ki shaadi bhi chal rahi hai (coz zindagi idhar ki udhar ho jaaye par shaadiyaan nahi rukni chahiye iss desh mein!!!!!!!!!!!) but now the BTS for next week show Bani/Veer stealing the thunder and marrying other ppl instead. WILL YOU FUCKERS LET THE SPOTLIGHT BE ON TAPISH/MEERA FOR 5 MINUTES PLS NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway........ yeah. That’s what you’ve missed on Naagin 5.

As a reward for reading all this nonsense, here have a gif of the Cheel Fam doing their thing:

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Chocolate Milk and a Sharky Smile (Kirishima Eijirou x Reader)

Summary: You find yourself in Kirishima’s bed after a bad night of drinking no thanks to some so-called friends, and he’s so nice you can’t help but fall for him.

Hehe I totally alluded to Happy Death Day, cuz I love that movie lol sue me

And I used italics for the characters’ inner thoughts that the reader, a.k.a You, can read, and the reader here is kinda chubby I forgot to mention that in the title.

Warning: This one contains some somewhat graphic imagery of attempted sexual assault and may have some other triggering material in it that refer to sexual assault, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, bullying and fat-shaming.

Featuring: Best Boy Kirishima!

Isn’t anyone tryin’ to find me? Won’t somebody come take me home It’s a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Won’t you take me by the hand Take me somewhere new I don’t know who you are But I, I’m with you

‘I’m With You’ by Avril Lavigne

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qHWIvq_WR4

Mind-reading. What a terrible quirk.

You swear you would rather be quirkless than be stuck with the current quirk you had. You hated it, because while your friend Shinsou told you it was useful for gathering information on villains and people, it made you useless in combat and on top of that it made it near impossible for you to trust people. Since you could sense and hear their intentions, and you didn’t trust easily either so it just made everything more difficult in your life.

Countless people pretended to be nice to you and you heard it in their heads. Which is why you couldn’t believe that you let yourself fall for this so-called guy-friend of yours’ tricks. Initially you had been keen on him, but now that he pressured you into coming to this wild party you were currently at, not anymore.

“Go on… drink it…”

You should have known better, but for some reason you let the peer pressure from him and some of your other so-called girl-friends pressure you. His name was Mageru, and he was a handsome boy with a fairly strong binding quirk in your General Studies class, but those good looks meant nothing to you anymore after he brought you to this party that you just wanted to leave. As soon as he guilt-tripped you into going, you didn’t have a choice.

But now you were miserable and being forced to down drink after drink just to please some of the nastier peers who looked at you with judgmental eyes as you felt dizzy from all the alcohol in your system as you reluctantly downed another cup of whatever that was getting you drunk.

And your mind-reading quirk didn’t do anything to help you as the voices grew louder in your head, even though many of them were drunk they were still way too loud for you and giving you such a headache. After a while you couldn’t take it anymore and stumbled your way out of there, unaware that you were being followed by the jerk you had no idea why you even liked in the first place. You never should have had those drinks because now your mind was too hazy that everything in your path looked like blurred mist as you focused on your surroundings. You were close to UA, so that meant home wasn’t too far…

“Heeeey…” But then you heard an unwanted voice slur into your ear as you realized that he had yanked your body into his, with a low groan you tried to pry him off you. “I gotta go home…” You shook your head, even if you were drunk you managed to at least say that, but he wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were, and clearly willing to use your intoxication for all it was worth for him.

“Aww c’mon (Y/N)… I invited you for a reason. So you can have fun! Don’t be a goddamn prude… let me take care of ya… I know how to make a pretty girl feel comfy…” Mageru held you closer, against your will as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist, attempting to sneak his fingers under your jeans and used his binding quirk to keep you against him tightly as you groaned at the discomfort as your legs buckled while you tried to get away.

“The guys… they want to come by too…” He said softly, and you heard more footsteps approaching, and as you blinked and narrowed your eyes in an attempt to see better, at least 2 more guys showed up, and they were wearing different school uniforms, very unlike your UA uniform.

‘Heh, she’s drunk enough…’

‘We might not get another chance…’

It became clear to you what they wanted from you based on their thoughts alone.

“I wanna go… let me go…” You muttered weakly as he didn’t loosen his grip on you. He wasn’t going to. “Oh no you can’t go. Not yet… you’re here to have a good time, and we’re gonna show you a good time okay stop being such a-“

“I said… LET ME GO!!”

Suddenly you shouted as loud as you could, forcefully pulling yourself away from him and distracting him as he released you once the force surprised him. Mageru growled as you hit the cold, hard concrete ground and tried to crawl away, but someone had taken a hold of your legs. “H-Hey…!” You tried to yell again, but your mind was so unfocused that it felt like everything was so distorted and you couldn’t help yourself.

“C’mon man this is a good spot.” One of his friends said, the other one grabbing his phone as your former friend knelt beside you and the third one was getting out his phone to record what they were about to do with an insidious grin. “See? We’re having fun already.” Mageru’s smile turned into a smirk as his friend held you down and then you felt the guy unbuttoning your jeans and their thoughts started ringing in your head when they held you down.

‘Oh yeah I’ve been waiting to get all up in this…’

‘I’m showin’ this to the rest of the guys later…’

‘This is some fine stuff right here…’

“No… no stop…” You shook your head, wiggling your legs and trying to kick away, but without strength as you tried to get up but then your ex friend just pinned you down with his palm to your head, pressing you against the grass as his friend started lowering your pants to expose your panties as you felt tears spring to your eyes as you kept shaking your head.

“No… No, no…!”

“HEY! What the hell are you guys doing?!” You heard another voice, another male, except this one sounded much more indignant as the three students flinched when caught in the act as the third guy dropped his phone in alarm. “Shit…!” He exclaimed, and quickly ran away as fast as he could.

“Ehhh…? Hey bud get outta here… this is none of your business, we’re just havin’ fun…” Mageru attempted to warn the person who had come just in time, you tried to make him out. The first thing you registered was his spiky red hair, and his angry expression complete with sharp teeth he bore. You couldn’t see how disgusted he looked; he wasn’t fooled at all by Mageru.

“That’s bullshit. You get off of her. Right now.” He said in a deadly serious tone as Mageru kept his hand on your head so you would stay down. But then Mageru’s second friend suddenly tried to attack the redhead with a punch, but he reacted fast by grabbing his fist and punching him square in the jaw, effectively knocking him out as he shouted and hit the ground. Leaving Mageru alone as he slowly let go of you, nervously grinning with his hands up.

“Come on now… we came from a party… we were havin’ fun…” He claimed, even though all the redhead could see was that you were in no position to fight back or even run away from these bastards who wanted to take advantage you.

“Yeah right. I know what you fuckers were trying to do. What kind of punks just corner a drunk girl?!” His fists shook, and Mageru took that as a challenge in his drunken mind.

“Fine… comin’ in to ruin my good time?! Fuckin’ Mr. Goody Goody Two Shoes?!” He shouted and let you go as he shot forward to try and shove the guy but was instantly met with a hardened fist to the face. A loud crack was heard, and then for extra measure he delivered a swift, fierce kick to the stomach as Mageru cried out, holding his bleeding nose and likely bruised stomach as he fell to the grass and pathetically groaned in pain.

“D-Damn you…!” He shouted, you swore he was starting to cry like a little bitch as he started to try and scurry away like a little cockroach before the other guy could beat him up any further.

‘These assholes… trying to take advantage a helpless girl… they’re disgraces to men…’

You heard the redhead’s thoughts as you slowly picked yourself up after you were finally freed from those bastards’ hold on you. Clumsily, you groaned and tried to stand up, but your lack of coordination and pants around your ankles made you stumble, and before you could hit the ground, a pair of strong arms suddenly caught you, saving you from a hard fall.

“N-No…” You shook your head, unsure to trust this person because you just escaped from a pervert’s arms, but this one didn’t feel like he was a pervert, and you could tell because he wasn’t being forceful.

“Hey, hey whoa, whoa it’s okay...! It’s okay... take it easy now...”

Was this the same person? His voice became much softer as you tried to get a better look at him. Red eyes that had taken a softer look compared to the fury he had earlier. “It’s okay I won’t hurt you I promise.” He spoke again, as you tilted your head slightly in confusion. God you were so drunk… but this stranger helped you, that much you could make out.

“Hi… my name’s Kirishima. I’ve seen you around maybe once or twice, aren’t you in the General Studies class?” Kirishima. So that was his name. You weren’t so sure you would remember it because you were so out of it, but you nonetheless smiled because this fella just saved you.

“Mmm… Kirishima…” Groaning tiredly, you said his name and leaned against him as he held you up, and you could hear him stuttering awkwardly as you suddenly put your arms around him for support, unable to use your legs because your brain was beginning to tell you it was time to sleep. “I’m (Y/N)… uh-huh… gen studs… tha’s me a’ight…”

“(Y/N) huh? I-It’s nice to officially meet you…” He sounded a little nervous, because you were so close to him and you giggled and pressed your cheek against your savior’s warm cheek. “You saved my life… y-you’re in the hero course right…? I see why… you’re nice…” You slurred quietly but you were close enough to Kirishima’s face to hear you as he cringed at the smell of alcohol on your breath. Although it just made him madder because he had (correctly) assumed that those fuckers forced you to drink this much since you were on the verge of passing out. It was a good thing he came outside for a nighttime stroll, because he didn’t want to imagine what could have happened if you did pass out and they had gotten to you.

“Take me with you… ‘m tired… sleepy… please? Can I come with you…? I wanna go with ya… i’s late… got class tuhmorrow… I got class…” You started to close your eyes, quietly yawning as Kirishima almost looked conflicted but there was no way he was going to leave you all alone while you were drunk like this. He had to take you home, and make sure you don’t trip, hurt yourself or choke on your own vomit.

‘Man those bastards… she’s out of it bad, ugh she stinks of booze…’

“Shuddup…!” You suddenly exclaimed in a sleepy tone since you could still hear his thoughts, much to his confusion because he wasn’t aware of your quirk. “I-I didn’t say anything…”

‘I am NOT leaving her alone… I don’t want to risk letting something happen to her while she’s like this… I’m taking her with me! It’s the manly thing to do after all!’

His thoughts were loud enough for you to hear as he carefully picked you up and you laughed quietly, at this point you trusted this person because he wasn’t hurting you. “Whee…” You smiled wide and felt yourself beginning to fall asleep in this stranger’s arms. “G’night Kirishima…”

He smiled sympathetically, “I’ve got you (Y/N)… I won’t let anyone else try and hurt you tonight…” Kirishima said to you gently as he carried you while you snuggled into him, loving how warm and soft he felt in this damn cold night.

However, Kirishima was feeling a little nervous at how close you were getting to him. He didn’t dare cross his boundaries though. He was going to take you to his dorm and give you a bed to sleep on, because although he wanted to take you home he had no idea where you lived, and he wasn’t going to get an address from you anytime soon once he noticed that you fell asleep in his arms…

“It’s okay (Y/N). You’ll be okay…” He said to you softly as he carried you off to Height’s Alliance, giving brief explanations to some of his classmates who started asking him questions, at least the ones who were still awake.

Next Morning brought to you by Evanescence’s 'WAKE ME UP’

Dreamland was dissipating before your eyes. At least until you realized your eyes were closed, and a sudden surge of agony began pulsing through your head as you kept your eyes shut. And then everything came back to you from the night before.

You got totally drunk no thanks to your so-called friends and Mageru tried something funny with you, at least until a boy from the Hero Course came in, but afterwards you just saw him and then afterwards everything was all black. So you assumed that was when you promptly passed out.

This wasn’t your bed. It didn’t feel like your bed, and yet it was so soft with a unique scent that you almost didn’t want to get out of it. And on top of that you didn’t really want to know where you had ended up after passing out, but an angry boy shouting in the distance was impossible to not hear.

“SHUT UP!!”

Well that officially woke you up. Now you couldn’t go back to sleep even if you wanted to, but you instantly regretted cracking your eyes open, your vision still blurred. It hurt for you to even blink, but you knew it was time to figure out where you were at even if you didn’t want to. Slowly, you picked yourself up from the bed you were in, letting your eyes adjust to the light. You were thankful for the slightly dimmed room as you looked around to see the place.

Lot of posters that seemed to be motivational, a punching bag, well that was cool. And some merchandise of that Crimson Riot pro-hero that you had recalled when your dad mentioned him once. This was definitely a guy’s room it seemed. And your thoughts were proven correct when you saw the person from yesterday, standing up and buttoning up his school uniform’s shirt before he suddenly noticed that you were awake and looking right at him.

“Oh! You’re up! Good morning!” He said to you politely and enthusiastically with a bright smile, but you just stared and frowned in confusion. Trying to remember his name, and it came to you after you stared at his face for a little bit to recall what he had told you last night.

“Kirishima?” You asked, and his smile grew as he nodded, “Yeah! You remember! I was almost worried you wouldn’t. You were pretty out of it last night…” Kirishima didn’t mean to sound so blunt, but it was true, and you knew it. But then you looked around and you saw a blanket and pillow on the floor, and it suddenly dawned on you. This was the Height’s Alliance for the Hero course students. You didn’t belong here.

“Am I in your dorm room…?” You then asked as the redhead’s smile slowly fell upon seeing how… surly you looked. He assumed that you were either remembering everything that happened last night or completely forgot about everything that happened last night.

“Y-Yeah… I… I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here to let you have a place to sleep.” He replied somewhat nervously as you gave a disappointed sigh, unable to believe that you had been stupid enough to give into peer pressure and drink so much. Now here you were, in a stranger’s dorm room that you had slept in too because he was kind enough to let you have his bed while he slept on the floor. God you felt like such a burden, but you couldn’t let this person know, you weren’t in the mood to be pitied or judged by anyone. In fact, you weren’t in any mood at all.

So you got up, gasping quietly upon seeing that you were only wearing panties and a large red shirt with the word ‘Motivation’ on it. The panties were yours but the shirt definitely didn’t belong to you. Your eyes beginning to widen when a few scenarios came to your head, feeling heat involuntarily creeping on your face.

“I-I called one of the girls to help put that on you!” He quickly exclaimed once he saw your expression, having called on Mina last night over to his room to come and help him take off your clothes to change you into one of his shirts, and she did so gladly to help. “I swear! I would never change a girl’s clothes… I-I mean unless I had to but I didn’t wanna seem like a weirdo..” You saw his cheeks starting to turn a little red, and as much as you didn’t want to believe him, there was nothing in his mind that hinted any dishonesty.

'Man I hope she doesn’t think I’m a pervert or something… that’s the last thing she wants to be around after last night…’

You said nothing even though he was talking and thinking, and you nearly cringed just remembering that you were nearly sexually assaulted last night by perverts. This guy however was clearly no pervert, but you were relieved to know that he at least got a girl to remove your clothes to put you in something more comfortable. But it was time for you to get out of it so you can just go to class and try to forget that this ever happened.

Without much shame, you lifted the larger shirt off yourself, exposing your (F/C) bra and (B/T) body (that you hated) to the boy in front of him as he let out a small yelp of surprise, quickly looking away with a heavy blush spread across his face, now looking quite flustered. “B-But I uh, folded your shirt and pants… I was sure you probably wouldn’t wanna wake up in day clothes…” He then pointed to your school uniform (and your jeans) that was on his desk, and you quickly grabbed them to start putting them on while Kirishima politely kept his eyes averted. It was actually pretty cute.

“I gotta get out of here… don’t mention this to anyone. All right?” You almost regretted how rude you sounded, but after the night you had and the hangover that was making your brain feel like it was being squeezed like a stress-ball, you just wanted to forget everything that happened.

“O-Oh… y-yeah no problem. Got it…” He stuttered a bit but didn’t argue with you because he was sure this was a lot to process.

“It’s all right now.” You put your pants and shoes back on and affirmed to him that you were decent and Kirishima turned to face you, his cheeks and ears still a bit flushed.

“Thanks I guess. I’m going to class now.” Without another word, you neglected to properly thank him, but Kirishima didn’t expect a thanks or anything. He wasn’t the type who expected anything in return after doing things for someone, but he was still kinda worried about how you must be feeling now that you were back in your right mind.

“Oh. Okay, yeah I’m gonna get ready too… maybe I’ll see you around?” He smiled at you, which confused you as you just carelessly shrugged your shoulders and furrowed your brows as you approached the door, which suddenly opened itself as you and Kirishima were greeted two more teenage males: A blonde boy and a small boy with weird purple balls for hair that resembled large grapes.

“Dude! How’d it go with that girl last…” The blonde somewhat loudly asked but stopped right at the end of his sentence as soon as he was met with your unfamiliar face as he awkwardly looked at you.

“Kirishima! I heard you brought a girl home and she’s sleeping in your bed?! You damn lucky bastard why do all of you guys get the girls so close to you?!” Mineta angrily asked with tears in his eyes as he finally took notice of you, his eyes widening with a lust that made you wanna gouge his eyes out. He would have tried to touch you, but the fire in your eyes was enough to terrify him into silence as he and Kaminari both got out of your way.

A look of disgust overcame your already sullen features as you glared at them, looking over at an embarrassed Kirishima as he nervously glanced at you.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” He tried to apologize on behalf of his friends, but you just smiled condescendingly at him before walking past the scared grape-haired boy and electric blonde with a scowl as you tried to find the way out of this building as fast as possible with your shoes in your hand.

“Nice one you dickheads! Way to make her feel uncomfortable!” Kirishima angrily scolded his friend and classmate, although only Kaminari really had the grace to look ashamed while Mineta just looked scared that he had angered both his classmate and a pretty girl.

You got out as fast you could, trying to ignore the way some of the other Hero course students had stopped to stare and glance over at you, including that rich girl, another girl with weird ear thingies, a girl who had a frog-face, a guy with black hair, Endeavor’s kid, the younger brother of the former hero Ingenium, the green-haired kid you remembered from the Sports Festival who beat Shinsou, the brunette girl with that gravity quirk and there was the winner of the Sports Festival himself. It was clear that they knew you didn’t belong here, and it was so embarrassing for you because you were a hundred percent sure that you looked horrible with your disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes that adorned heavy bags under them. At least your clothes were nicely folded thanks to Kirishima.

'It’s the girl Mina told me about… she doesn’t look so good…’

'Wow she looks terrible…’

'Probably had too much alcohol last night.’

'Dang, what happened to her?’

'Hm. So this is the girl.’

'He broke a few rules but Kirishima did the right thing…’

'O-Oh boy. She does not look happy at all… I hope she’s all right…’

'I wonder if we should help…’

'So Kirishima dragged in this extra huh?’

Their thoughts each came to you one by one, making your already aching head throb as you clutched at the side of your head with an irritated groan and glared at the ones who dared to gawk at you. “Shut the fuck up. All of you. I can’t hear myself think… and no I don’t need your goddamn help… I can get out of here myself…” You bitterly muttered to the Hero Course students, many of them (sans Endeavor’s kid) looking a bit confused and somewhat put off by your behavior. They had held their tongue so they didn’t know why you reacted like that, and you weren’t going to tell them that it was just your quirk. However, the Sports Festival winner was pissed by what you said and wasn’t going to tolerate that.

“HEY! What was that you wasted extra?!” He shouted, looking livid and glared at you but you kept walking with your back turned. So that was the guy who woke you up by shrieking not too long ago. As a small form of revenge, while you walked you brought your arm out and stuck your middle finger out to him, which just pissed him off even more as he tried to go after you, but you didn’t see the green-haired kid and Ingenium’s brother holding him back. “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LOSER?! GET BACK OVER HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!!”

You almost snickered at how loud that one was, and you were kinda glad that you irritated him like that. And you were kinda glad that you confused them all too when you read their thoughts and neglected telling them that you could read minds. They didn’t need to know, bunch of big shots, they probably felt so proud of themselves that one of their students decided to help poor, defenseless you.

Somewhat angrily, you walked out as quickly as you could and left the building. So far, today was shitty and you REALLY didn’t want to attend class today. Alas, life didn’t work that way, so once you got into the school building you went into the bathroom to at least try and look good by fixing up your hair as best as you could and washed your face so you didn’t look completely like shit. There was nothing you could really do to stop feeling like shit though.

After 15 minutes, you got out to go and head to your class but then a snobby voice made you pause. “Oh my gosh. Well if it isn’t the sneaky little bitch herself. Rad party last night huh? Not that great but still good right?” A pretty, slim girl with lovely dark brown hair and a fair amount of make-up had asked you, Hiromi was her name. She wasn’t exactly your friend, more like your frenemy because she was the snobbiest, most vapid girl in UA whose quirk allowed her to always look beautiful and make ugly things beautiful which gave her SUCH an ego. And on top of that she was SO annoying a good 90 percent of the time. “Who took you home last night? I can tell by the way you look like shit that someone was nice enough to take you home. And maybe a little something else~?” She asked with a smirk but you just chuckled and shook your head.

“God no. Nobody took me home, I mean come on look at me…” You defeated yourself a little bit, and there was no way you were going to tell her that a guy from the Hero Course had taken you to HIS dorm last night. That sweet guy from the Hero Course…

“Yeah. Actually you’re right, what was I thinking?” She snickered a bit, making you give her a fake laugh just to humor her. She never had anything nice to say about you as she frequently insulted your eating habits, weight and style of dress. Why were you friends with her again? “So like, I don’t know what happened, but Mageru’s not here today. Apparently he needed to go to the hospital cuz of a broken nose. You should see him now it’s hilarious.” Hiromi started to laugh and your eyes widened a little bit. Not remembering just how much Kirishima had beaten the guy, but the more you thought about it, the more you started to smile. That prick deserved it, but now you really felt bad for not giving Kirishima more of a thanks since he did that for you.

“Anyway. Meet us at lunch, I wanna discuss how to make our class look better. Ever since that purple-haired weirdo left I’m pretty confident that our class can finally look good.” She said and you rolled your eyes. Just like with you, Hiromi was never nice to Shinsou, always insulting his looks, his insomnia and his tastes in music, even though the boy never paid her any mind as you tended to defend him from her, and then she insulted you a lot more because you were actually on good terms with the guy. Unlike Hiromi, you were sad when he was able to join the Hero Course. Well you were happy that he would finally get to do what he wanted, but you were also sad that you lost the only person in your class that you didn’t want to punch in the throat.

And now you had to go to lunch with the rest of your so-called friends. At least Mageru wasn’t going to be there. You were SO going to Principal Nezu later to tell him about how he tried to sexually assault you later today.

…

Time seemed to just dredge on today as thoughts filled your head as you attempted to try and block everyone’s uninvited thoughts that were trying to make their way into your head. You tried to think, but at the same time you tried not to because every thought you had brought you back to what happened to you last night, when the person you thought was your friend had assaulted you and would have done worse if not for Kirishima.

But you didn’t want to think about him either, he made you feel so guilty and pathetic that you tried to block him out of your mind to. You just wanted to forget, you didn’t want to think about how Mageru betrayed you, violated you and wanted to take advantage of you in worse ways possible because you were so drunk because of him. So you resorted to what you always did, as soon as it was lunch you grabbed some of the most unhealthy things possible because food often made you forget about things, especially since you didn’t have any breakfast this morning.

“Chocolate Milk, fried noodles, bag of cookies, chips, small water bottle, milk and a bowl of soup just to try and eat something healthy-ish.” You muttered to yourself as you carried your tray over to where Hiromi and the rest of her bitches were at. Once you sat down you instantly felt all their eyes staring right at you, but you didn’t dare look up at them.

'Wow, someone’s looking to gain more weight.’

'She’s really gonna eat all that huh? Fatso.’

'Eww… why do that to yourself?’

Why did you put yourself through this? You don’t know why, but you refused to let their thoughts get to you as they remained silent until Hiromi spoke up. “(L/N), what in the world is that?” She asked you in a somewhat horrified voice. 

“Um, I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. I kinda have to eat?” You tried to sound matter-of-factly but Hiromi was relentless. “Well maybe it’s a GOOD thing you didn’t have breakfast. The rest of us haven’t had breakfast since we were 10 years old. And look at us, then look at you…” She said condescendingly with a look of disgust as you clenched your fists. 

You weren’t going to put up with this, shaking your head you picked your tray to go and leave but you didn’t see someone coming over to you as the two of you bumped right into each other, causing your tray and all your food to spill all over you.

Irritated and shocked, you immediately glared up at the offender. “You asshole!”

“Sorry! Sorry it was an accident!” But your eyes took a softer look once you saw that it was Kirishima who had bumped into you, “I’m really sorry (Y/N).” He looked guilty as he stared down at your uniform that was stained with chocolate milk, noodles and soup, which had gotten into your socks and shoes which felt disgusting. You were still irked about it, but you felt bad for yelling at him now.

“Wait. You guys know each other? A General Studies student and a Hero Course student? Are you hiding something from us (Y/N)?” Hiromi asked you and Kirishima, and the two of you both quickly exclaimed 'No’ in unison. 

“I just know his name…” You said, not really lying since you and Kirishima didn’t really know each other that well at all, other than each other’s names. “Y-Yeah that’s true…” He said in defeat, not wanting to embarrass you any further, but then you looked at him for an explanation.

“What are you doing here?” You asked somewhat curtly, and you were met with a phone. “You forgot your phone under my pillow and I knew you would need it.” He sheepishly said, trying to smile to lessen your bad mood but it wasn’t working. Although you did accept it when he gave it to you and you quietly thanked him as he kept his smile on, while you were trying not to blush. “What was YOUR phone doing under HIS pillow?” Hiromi asked again, her hands on her hips as the rest of the girls gave you questioning and judgy looks.

You froze a little bit, and as the girls stared at you, “N-Nothing…” Was all you could mutter out, but Hiromi didn’t believe you, “Yeah right. I smell a dirty little liar.” She smirked a little bit as the girls started to snicker, and their thoughts became rampant with accusations that you could hear loud and clear.

'Ew. She probably fucked him and is trying to keep it a secret.’

'Probably to score points with the Hero Course students.’

'I bet she thinks she’s better than us.’

'But why would this smoking hot guy want to sleep with her fatass?’

'She’s such a loser.’

'SO Pathetic.’

'What a slut.’

Closing your eyes at how the thoughts got louder, you cringed, shaking your head as your mind told you to just walk away, right now. So without looking at anyone, you turned around and walked out of the cafeteria as quickly as you could, ignoring the way Kirishima tried calling out to you and the high-pitched laughs coming from Hiromi and the girls.

First you desperately needed to get out of these clothes so you ran to your gym locker to put your PE uniform on, you weren’t going to walk around wearing a dirty uniform covered in food. Once you had that on, you left the locker room and headed outside to try and clear your head despite the fact that you were still hungover. Nothing was going right today at all, this morning was terrible and now the afternoon was terrible, how much worse could it get? You wondered as you stood outside the school, gasping when you heard loud thunder crackling and looked above to see grey clouds with a small white streak that indicated lightning as the first drops came down and dripped down your face.

There were other students outside and they noticed that the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Normally you didn’t mind the rain, but as you looked up a sudden downpour washed over you and drenched your new clothes and you gasped, having to retreat into the building quick as the rest of the students outside followed shortly inside, but someone was rude enough to push you out of the way and made you fall to the ground with a loud 'OH!’ of pain.

You heard some laughter as you picked yourself up, shivering from how cold and wet you had gotten thanks to the rain and got out of the crowd. Apparently rumor had spread about how you left the Height’s Alliance building and now you were hearing all sorts of gossipy thoughts from every student that passed you. You tried hard to ignore them, but they were just louder and louder.

It was so overwhelming, all the loud voices that were ringing and screaming in your sore ears as you moved away from everyone, keeping your distance as you felt your stomach churn from a bundle of nerves you didn’t know had settled inside you. You couldn’t stop shivering from the cold wetness that drenched your body, at least you thought it was the cold. You swallowed hard, gasping shakily as dread crawled inside your body, grabbing you by the throat and clutching your chest, making it hard for you to catch your breath as you started sweating from the strain and your eyes burned with tears because of how this feeling was strangling you. 

They were so loud, it was driving you insane and you could no longer hear yourself think. It made you feel so sick you thought you were going to throw up. Yet you didn’t, but you couldn’t help but lower yourself to the floor of the hallway, shutting your tearful eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at anybody anymore. Desperately, you threw your hands to your ears to try and block everything and everybody as you quivered and softly cried where you sat while everyone’s disgusting and false thoughts kept shrieking loudly like banshee’s in your brain. 

You were so shaken up that you almost didn’t hear a familiar voice, “Hey! Hey! Get out of the way! Hey (Y/N)!” You noticed that was Kirishima’s voice but you didn’t dare open your eyes for fear that it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Kirishima heard the rumors and he was worried about you ever since you left his dorm and the cafeteria, and as soon as he saw you like that, he quickly made his way over to you, even pushing some people who were laughing at you. As soon as he got to you, he quickly crouched down to your level. “(Y/N) are you all right…?” There was that soft voice again, you remembered it from last night.

Because he was the only good thing that was happening to you right now, you found yourself able to trust enough to open your glossy (E/C) eyes, looking up at him sadly. His gentle red hues looking at you with worry. “Are you okay?” Kirishima asked you, even though he was sure you weren’t, he wanted to at least try and make you feel okay.

'I can’t believe these guys… (Y/N) doesn’t deserve this…’

Your bottom lip quivered, remorse filling your heart because this boy was so nice to you even though you did nothing to return the favor and yet despite the horrible day you were having, he somehow showed up every time to make it just a little bit better by smiling at you. Not a single ulterior motive in his head. Before you knew it, you suddenly lunged yourself into him and threw your arms around the boy, making him nearly shout in shock from such a sudden move, but he didn’t and wouldn’t pull you away as you clutched at his shirt, squeezing your eyes and letting your tears fall. It took you a while to properly talk, but you took a large inhale before you found enough composure to say something. “I’m sorry… I-I’m so sorry Kirishima…” You apologized, hugging him a little tighter as he tried to not tear up at how miserable you sounded.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry…? You didn’t do anything wrong… you’ve got nothing to apologize for.

"Y-You… you gave me your bed… h-helped me when I got drunk like a moron… and took care of those assholes just to protect me… t-then you brought me back my phone… you didn’t have to a-any of that… but you did anyway… a-and, and I never once said 'thank you’… not like I should have… so… thank you… thank you so, SO much for all of that… God I can’t even thank you enough… that’s so much more than anyone has ever done for m-me…” More tears streamed down your face as your breathing started to hitch, making you hiccup as Kirishima then brought his arms around you, returning your hug and stroking your back gently to try and calm you down.

“Shhh, hey, hey now… it’s okay… it’s going to be okay… you’re going to be okay (Y/N)…” You felt so safe, safer than you’ve ever been because of how gentle he was being. “I know we don’t know each other, but I was happy to help out as much as I could…” Kirishima said with a little smile, and he meant every word because you didn’t hear a single deceptive thought from him. 

As he hugged you, you found oxygen greeting your lungs again as your heartbeat slowed down and you felt as if you could just melt in his warm embrace. You loved it, you loved how kind he was to you and how he made you forget about everything that just happened. He made you forget about Mageru, about Hiromi and about all the rumors people were making about you and him, the horrors you had to suffer didn’t leave you, but at least Kirishima was here to say that you were going to be okay. He was so warm and comforting that you wanted him to stay with you just a little while longer even though you knew realistically that it couldn’t happen because of your classes.

It took a while for you to completely calm down, but Kirishima was so patient with you and didn’t let you go because you were still clutching at him and basking in the comfort of his warm body. “Thanks for this…” You mumbled in the crook of his neck, making him blush a little bit. “You’re welcome… anytime okay?” He asked you, not caring that he didn’t know you as well as he did others, he always wanted to help people who needed it. And after last night and today, he wanted to make sure you were okay because he was truly starting to care for you almost like a friend even if he knew you and him were just acquaintances at best.

“I want to know you.” You suddenly said once you finally calmed down, and Kirishima perked up a bit and you both finally pulled away for a bit. “Oh really? Ya do?” He asked, almost excitedly as you started to blush and you tried not to look too eager but Kirishima’s smile looked so adorable it was impossible for you to not smile. “Y-Yeah… I mean… you already saw my bra and let me sleep in your bed…”

Kirishima’s eyes widened and now he was the one blushing when he recalled seeing you change your clothes in front of him earlier that morning, and you couldn’t help but smirk a little bit. “And you actually helped me when no one else did… I think that earns you something… and I honestly hate every single person in my class… ever since Shinsou joined the Hero Course in Class 1-B I don’t really have any friends that I actually like so… yeah… I wanna get to know you…” You said more seriously as your face grew warmer. You wanted to say that you were with him all the way, but it felt too soon for you to say that so you just offered him your friendship. And yet secretly, you hoped that it would turn into something more overtime because there was no way you were letting this one go.

Kirishima’s eyes remained slightly wide as he listened to you talk, but his smile grew when you more or less said that you wanted to be friends, and how could he turn down that offer? “Oh sure! Heck yeah I wanna get to know you too! I’ll be your friend!” He cheerfully exclaimed as you chuckled a little bit. 

“Since we’re officially meeting now that I’m not drunk… my name is (Y/N) (L/N).” This time you informally introduced yourself so he knew your whole name and brought your hand out for him which he gladly took to firmly shake. “And I’m Eijirou Kirishima!” He shared his full name with you as you shyly smiled, so his first name was Eijirou. What a pretty name, you thought.

“Uh… you mind taking me to my class? I’ll show you the way… sorry… I really can’t bring myself to go back by myself…” You asked him in a somewhat embarrassed voice as he happily nodded and smiled, “No I don’t mind at all! I’m always happy to help, lead the way!” He let you lead the way as you walked to your respective classes together, and you decided to actually talk to him.

“So you see… sometimes just coming to school is overwhelming… I get nervous around so many people… and it doesn’t help that my quirk lets me read people’s minds.” You admitted, deciding to let him know that as his eyes widened again and that knowledge allowed him to puzzle the pieces together, so that’s why you were covering your ears. The thoughts must have been too loud for you, but then his eyes grew more wide when he realized that you could probably hear what he was thinking right now.

“You can hear what people are thinking…?” He asked you, and you tried your hardest not to snicker as you nodded. “That’s right… I didn’t think you were a pervert by the way. At first I didn’t believe you… but I knew you didn’t take advantage of me last night… you don’t have a single bad thought in that sweet head of yours.” Your smirk grew as Kirishima’s face began to redden, but he still grinned at you bashfully.

“No way! I mean yeah no I’m not a pervert but no way… I would never take advantage of a drunk person ever! That’s beyond unmanly! Anyone who does anything like that… doesn’t deserve to be called a man or a person at all!” He stated, sounding a little angry at that last part because he was thinking about those assholes that were trying to do exactly that to you last night. Although you started to frown a little bit just remembering it, Kirishima’s concerned look made you smile again. This guy was just too sincere, a total sweetheart all the way.

“Well… you’re super manly for helping me get somewhere safe when I was drunk, and letting me have your bed… and for being nice to someone when they’re all by themselves and feeling miserable… there’s nothing manlier than that…” You said rather softly, smiling warmly at the redhead who was grinning at you sweetly and looking almost coy. “Aww thanks…!” But what you said also made him really happy, since he always aspired to be as manly as possible, and hearing you say that just gave him that validation.

You almost wanted to hold his hand, and this time you wouldn’t care what Hiromi and the others would think of you. Hiromi. That gave you an idea. “Follow me Kirishima…” You said to your new friend, who looked confused but he shrugged and respectfully obeyed as you started running towards the cafeteria that had less people than it did earlier, but you quickly made a fast order for two cups of chocolate milk and went back to Kirishima. “Chocolate milk?” He asked with more confusion evident in his tone as you smiled and nodded. “Uh-huh.” He then watched you make your way over back to that girl who was so mean to you.

Hiromi was talking to the girls about how disappointing 'some people’ are because of their eating habits and for being 'slutty’ by sleeping with students from the hero course, but she almost widened her eyes once she saw you standing right in front of her. “Oh well if it isn’t the Hero Course Ho. Well at least you came back to the right people.” She crossed her arms, not too happy to see you even though you were smiling, something you hadn’t done in a very long time. 

“First of all Hiromi. You see that boy with the sharky smile?” You pointed to a surprised looking Kirishima who nervously grinned and waved, showing off that sharky smile you had just mentioned. “He actually helped me, something none of you fucks ever did. I like him more than I like any of you, and guess what? I’m gonna be HIS friend from now on, and I’m not hanging out with any of you anymore, I’m not giving you girls anymore hot gossip, no more secrets, no more answers to homework and tests. Nothing.” You said to them, your smile becoming more of a grin as Hiromi’s eyes widened a little bit at how you more or less broke off the 'friendship’ that you had, but she scoffed and tried to look cool, even when the other girls were going 'no!’ because they relied on your mind-reading quirk to let you help them cheat on homework and share gossip to use as blackmail against other students.

“Whatever. You’re not good enough to be part of our crew anyway. You’re just some fatso who drinks chocolate milk and screws with dopey, spiky-haired douchebags from the Hero course. What kind of girl needs a man to help her?” She put her hands on her hips, trying to talk you down like she always did, but today it wasn’t working. Although you didn’t care for how she insulted Kirishima. At all.

“I might not have the strongest quirk. But NEVER talk shit about Kirishima.” You said to her lowly, yet calmly as you held the two cups of chocolate milk in your hands and then spilled both cups all over Hiromi and the rest of the girls, making them shoot up and squeal highly with horror upon being soaked with the sticky, sugary milk, ruining their hair and staining their uniforms which caught quite a few of the remaining students’ attention. 

You turned to see a wide-eyed Kirishima with his mouth agape as you started to laugh when Hiromi screamed. “MY HAIR!! YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BIIIIITCH!!” She started sobbing dramatically as she ran off, still shrieking and crying as a few other students kept on laughing and the other wet girls ran off in different directions, while some followed Hiromi.

Satisfied with what you did, you let out a cheerful laugh as you carelessly tossed the empty cups to the floor and actually skipped back to Kirishima, who was trying to not snicker at what he just saw. “Wow! That was… that was actually pretty awesome! You stood up to a jerk who tried to tear you down, now that’s just… so manly!” He exclaimed and seemed almost moved by your act of bravery, looking at you somewhat admiringly as you blushed and smiled shyly.

'This girl is amazing! I’m so glad that we’re friends now! I sure hope the rest of my class will like her…’

So pure. You thought, even though you kinda had to apologize to the rest of the Hero Course for being so rude this morning. “I kinda have to apologize to them first…” You chuckled a bit and he perked up, feeling kinda nervous since you implied that you knew what he was thinking. “Now that I did what I came here for… let’s go back to doing what we were supposed to do…” He got what that meant, and you both left the cafeteria to go and find your classes.

However, you had asked to see his class first so you could apologize to 1-A for your behavior this morning, and you smiled and waved when you came into the room. “Hey.” You greeted them pretty casually as many of them perked up, having recognized you from this morning but they weren’t sure how to react to your new attitude.

'Ah! It’s her!’

'But she’s smiling?’

'So different from this morning…’

“So yeah… some things were said… and I regret it. I was a bitch… there I said it, but I really am sorry for how mean I was. I don’t want to be enemies with anyone here, unless you wanna be my enemy that is.” You apologized, and nearly all of them (except for Bakugou) accepted. “It’s no problem! We apologize if we might have made you uncomfortable this morning with our staring.” Ingenium’s brother, Iida apologized and bowed to you as you snickered a bit, appreciating his politeness as you shrugged.

“It’s okay. I’ve gotten worse stares.” You held no grudge this time, since it was true, those weren’t the worst stares you’ve gotten from people. “The truth is my friends suck… and you guys seem WAY cooler… Shinsou’s said some mostly good things about you guys…” You added, as a few of them started to smile and their thoughts were some of the most pleasant you had heard all day. Except for that little grape-haired boy…

“So… does this mean you’re gonna hang out around us more like Shinsou?” The electric blonde you remembered from this morning, Kaminari asked you somewhat hopefully, obviously thinking that you had a cute face since you could hear him thinking exactly that and you couldn’t help but smirk and go over to him. “Why yes it does you naughty boy!” You playfully and softly patted his butt as he jumped a bit and blushed quite madly, his eyes wide with shock (pun intended) as Jirou and Sero started snickering at how flustered he was.

“Kirishima’s you guys’ friend… any friend of his, is a friend of mine.” You went back over to Kirishima, who was smiling widely at you, at least until one of his friends glared at you. “Well I’m sure as hell not going to be your friend you damn drunk!” Bakugou shouted at you, obviously not interested in your offer of friendship despite the fact that the rest of his classmates, especially Kirishima were accepting of it. However, you couldn’t help but smile at the angry blonde.

And you giggled a little bit, which just made him even madder, which Kirishima could see. “Aww c'mon Bakugou… (Y/N)’s not bad at all once you get to know her.” He tried to reassure his friend, but Bakugou wasn’t having it as he scoffed and kept his angry gaze on you as you smiled at Kirishima. “And you’re gonna get to know me all right.” You winked at Bakugou before you turned to face Kirishima, cupping his face before you suddenly kissed him gently on the lips as the redhead made a surprised sound, his face turning almost as red as his hair when he felt how soft your lips felt on his as he closed his eyes and slowly kissed you back and gently put his hands on your shoulders.

An array of shocked gasps and exclamations were heard throughout the entire class, many of the students, especially Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Aoyama, Ojiro and Sero who were wide-eyed and blushing at such a sight.

“P-Public Displays of Affection are prohibited in a school setting!” Iida exclaimed, very flustered as he waved his arm dramatically, but neither you or Kirishima paid him any mind. As the rest of his classmates were forced to witness, some were quite flustered and blushing, while some of the others only looked slightly less shocked, such as Tsuyu, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Shoji, Satou and Koda who had looked away as they blushed.

“AWWWWW!” Mina however, started to fawn all over the kiss as she saw that as a seal of a new relationship. “How romantic!” And Hagakure seconded the emotion as she and her pink friend cheered. “Ha! Way to go Kirishima!” Despite how you teased him, Kaminari was extremely happy for his friend. “Damn you Kirishima! It’s not fair! It’s not fair!!” Mineta cried with his fists clenched at how 'lucky’ his classmate was for having scored with a pretty girl.

“G-Get a room you idiots!” Bakugou actually stuttered a bit, his cheeks a slight red hue as he averted his eyes in disgust upon seeing the person he could call his best friend kiss a girl he didn’t really like at all.

But you cheerfully ignored him, even if you did eventually pull away from the wide-eyed, blushing Kirishima, your own cheeks a bright rosey pink. “I have to go… but do you want to hang out maybe after school is over?” You asked, a little shyly but excitedly as the redhead stuttered, obviously still rather surprised from how you kissed him but he snapped out of it once he registered your question.

“Oh yeah! Yeah totally! I’m down with that (Y/N)…” He finally answered, still looking flustered but excited as you giggled and reluctantly pulled away to head out the door. “I’ll definitely see you around.” You smiled at him, repeating what he had told you earlier this morning before you waved to him, and he happily waved back to you.

“And... thanks again Kirishima… thanks for today…” You said one more time, and he just smiled that smile that you had fallen for.

“You’re always welcome (Y/N).”

You were definitely with him.

[ash-overthinking]

Where You’ve Been (13RW, Zach&Alex missing scene)

Fandom:

13 Reasons Why (TV show)

Characters/Pairing:

Zach Dempsey & Alex Standall (canon compliant/pre-slash)

Summary:

-"I wanna talk to Alex. Okay, look, I brought him something." -"What? 'Oh happy birthday Alex, here's a photo book of you in a coma'?" -"He told you about that?"

Sometime in the days before Alex's birthday party, Zach finds him struggling, a little book of graphic pictures in his lap.

Tags of Consequence: 

Missing scene; angst; references to canon suicide attempt and implied canon suicidality and depression; canon disabled character; pre-slash/gen.

Word Count:

2008

Read it on AO3

  Alex wasn’t entirely sure what he’d been thinking asking for the pictures. Maybe it was about trying to fill in the gaps, to see matter within the spaces of blurring and blankness. There was something about knowing his body had been put through so much shit, tests and operations and stitches and more than he could even begin to keep in his head, and totally without him, that left horror like a rock growing into his stomach and ribs. So, he wanted to know. Alex kept thinking if he learned enough, maybe he could recover the map to how his pieces were meant to fit. Maybe he could feel like he belonged here, in this body and mind and life.

  He hadn’t quite been glad Tyler took the pictures, really he didn’t care one way or the other, but- maybe he was kind of grateful?

  At least the other boy didn’t try to argue with Alex about seeing them, about what he was and wasn’t ready for. He didn’t even question or dispute when Alex asked if he could get them printed, taking Alex’s fumbled preface about screen-time and migraines at face value. Alex really fucking liked that about Tyler.

  Still. It probably wasn’t the healthiest choice?

  The pictures were in a little book now, one of those old-school photo albums with fake leather and vinyl, unlabeled and with a dozen empty pages. Alex could fill the latter of his own accord if he wanted to see his progress like Tyler had suggested, to watch the ghastly scars fade and disappear under his hair. Like a baby book, he could note the stupid little milestones he’d had to reach all over- waking up like being reborn; his first word post-coma; lifting his fucking head; taking a goddamn step. There were probably pictures of it all, but Alex would sooner burn or bury them than arrange them in some pseudo triumphant order.  

  The graphic journey back to his body imbued Alex with more heartbreak and revulsion than the pictures of him in the coma ever did. Memories he had but didn’t necessarily want, all an ode to his greatest failing.

  Most of the time he could try not to think about it. The moments of quiet devastation didn’t need talked about and there were even days he could appreciate things like second chances. If nothing else, he could distract himself with ways to be useful or at least become it. He gave himself wholly to that cause. If he was going to be here than he would damn well find a way to make the burden of his existence worth its while to all the people around him. Maybe eventually he could even believe himself that he was worth it.

  So, sure, ignorance was the opposite of bliss; but maybe there was a difference between abstract knowing and staring his own near-death in its face.

  All Alex knew was that the pictures drew him in, and in and in until he was locked inside a silence he couldn’t really breathe through, with all his senses disappearing.

  How could he do this to himself? Why couldn’t he have done it right?

  Hate surged like it always did, for this stupid fucking world with its stupid fucking people and its stupid fucking injustice and fucking him, Alex Standall, fuckup extraudinaire, at the boiling center. There were angry tears on his face and his bad hand curled around the photo album and his good hand in his hair, nails in his scalp just above the scar.

  He heard the creak of the door too late.

  “Hey- woah. Alex, what’s going on? What’s-” and Zach had cut himself off with a noise like nothing Alex had ever heard from him before as Alex’s stupid, broken grip tried to move to close the book and instead only managed to knock it from his lap so it landed, still open, inches from Zach’s feet.

  Frustration and humiliation reared, and Alex didn’t mean to yell; but he did anyway, curses exploding from that ugly place inside his chest.

  Zach didn’t respond, and the vitriol died about as quickly as it had come, even if the tears did not, still randomly tracking down his cheeks while he fought to focus on his friend. There would be time to dwell on all the ways he had ruined all the best things in his life later. For now, there was Zach.

  How one guy could look both so steady and so shaken, Alex would never know.

  “Alex, where the hell did you get this?” Zach asked finally.

  The quiet anger in his voice promptly put Alex right back on the defensive.

  “That’s not any any of your fucking business,” he heard himself snarl, the high pitch of a whine right beneath the words. Pathetic.

  Alex thought, barely there, that lately he made Hannah sound downright chill and self assured, and the inherent snipe at his once best friend brought him right back to earth, his stomach cramping and churning.

  How was it that someone like him had beaten the odds to live so many times in the last five months while someone like Hannah-

  No. He couldn’t keep going there.

  “Where the hell did you get these?” Zach asked roughly.

  Alex sighed and adjusted himself to sit back against his pillows, looking at his friend directly.

  “Can we not do this right now dude?”

  “Uh, no. We can’t… not do this right now. Dude.”

  Alex stared at him for a beat before succumbing to a tired snort of laughter. Zach huffed a little, the hint of a smile at the corner of one lip, but then it all faded away again. He bent to pick up the book with Alex watching carefully, his heart in his throat.

  Zach leafed through a few pages, then closed it with a sharp exhale. Alex thought he saw a shiver go through his friend and dropped his eyes to his sweatpants, guilt ebbing back to him, the rush of cold into his veins like saline through an IV.

  Zach paced for a minute then dropped restlessly onto the edge of Alex’s bed.

  “Who the fuck-,” he paused, took a breath, started again. “How did you get these?”

  “...I can’t tell you.”

  Zach turned to face him and Alex met his eyes. He could feel his hand tremor on his leg, all his muscles reacting to the continued distress. His body was always betraying him.

  “You really fucking can. Is this related to that target bullshit?”

  “No,” Alex reassured him, calming a little more with the opportunity to tell a helpful truth. “I swear.”

  “Yeah? How can you do that if you can’t tell me?”

  Alex groaned and sagged back against his bed but kept his eyes sideways on Zach.

  “If I do, you’ve got to be chill about it.”

  “Nah. Can’t promise that,” Zach retorted.

  Alex glared and Zach looked right back, determined, unaffected.

  “Okay, well, you have to promise you won’t go after the person.”

  Zach opened his mouth, very clearly to object, so Alex continued right along.

  “Seriously. I’m a big boy, Dempsey. I asked for the pictures. It’s my own fault.”

  Zach’s face twisted and smoothed back.

  “It was fucking Tyler, right?”

  Alex knew Zach well enough by now, if only just, to recognize the curl of his lip and tightening of his jaw. The darkness of his eyes. There was disgust, anger, frustration- and fear.

  The last softened Alex’s resolve.

  “He didn’t mean anything by it. I asked to see after he told me about taking them, man. I asked to see them, and I asked him to print them.”

  Zach nodded, but he was clearly unmoved.

  “I knew that creep was coming to the hospital so often for a reason. He’s not even your friend, Alex.”

  “He kind of is.”

  Zach snorted derisively and stood again, this time just standing over Alex in a way that made Alex want to roll his eyes, and also just stare up at him for awhile because holy shit, who gave him the right to look that much like a fucking tree?  

  “Alex, that creep is not your friend. A friend doesn’t take pictures of you when you’re inches from death. Especially without permission. And then, he just shows you? Gives you an album of prints?”

  “I asked to see them,” Alex protested again, his voice starting to crack. “I asked for the prints.”

  “And he gave them to you, man,” Zach said loudly. “The fact that he fucking took them in the first place…”

  “Photography is just what Tyler does,” Alex rationalized back to him, but it sounded dumb and half-hearted now.

  Zach stared at him, like he could hear in the words how Alex’s energy had fallen away, like he could see the whole heap of self-flagellation and emptiness Alex kept shoving back and throwing a blanket over as if to hide and disguise its shape. Alex wondered dimly how he could in turn almost see these things register with Zach, cut into him, and then disappear behind the wall he kept in his own mind.

  “Man, screw that. It’s fucked up. These first ones, Alex? They’re from just a few days after. You were still bleeding. We still had no idea if you were going to die. You had machines helping you breathe. Even if you didn’t fucking die, the doctors kept saying that you might never wake up.”

  “I know,” Alex told him lowly, eyes burning.

  Zach shot him a wounded look then shook his head and turned away.

  “And you’re still doing this to yourself? Alex, who does this help?”

  “I don’t know, me?” tossed out. Nothing words. Empty sarcasm.

  Zach’s scoff was like a weight on his chest. Alex wanted to scream, but he was so fucking drained already.

  “Nobody wants to talk really. And nobody wants to tell me things. It’s like I’m still barely a person to everyone.”

  Zach looked back at him, long and hard, and Alex’s good shoulder pulled up automatically, as though the defensive half-shrug could temper his words.

  “Alex…” Zach blew out a hard breath. “You’re a person, okay?”

  “I know.”

  “Did looking at the pictures help?”

  “I don't know,” Alex muttered. “Maybe.”

  “It didn’t look like it,” Zach countered, his voice more gentle now.

  “Yeah, well. That’s my own shit.”

  “Right,” Zach said, “Sure.” But when Alex looked at him, his jaw was tight and working. “Maybe you want to keep your distance from him, though?”

  Alex sighed.

  “I’m not ditching Tyler, Zach. He was there for me a lot, too. Anyways, it’s not like we see each other that much. He’s busy a lot with that guy, Cyrus or whatever. And between school and PT and Jess and you and my five thousand other appointments…”

  Zach smiled.

  “We do keep you pretty busy. Speaking of which, I’m totally in for your birthday party.”

  “Oh yeah? Those fuckheads you hang around are cool with that?”

  Zach ignored the jibe and laid down flat on his back across Alex’s bed, the weight of his head on Alex’s fucked up knee heavy and warm and welcome.

  “Don’t keep looking for things that will hurt you, okay?”

  “I’m not,” Alex tried to say, but he wasn’t sure either of them could believe it.

  “I mean it. You’re doing really great. You don’t want to screw over your progress for this shit that’s happening. Even if you think you do, the rest of us don’t, man. Just… take care of yourself.”

  “I would if I could. Broken dick, remember?”

   Zach laughed loudly.

  “Fuck you, Standall. You know what I meant.”

  “You know, that’s a good point,” Alex told him. “If I’m the one getting fucked, that’s actually still pretty doable.”

  Zach shook his head, but he was grinning.

  “You know, they said personality changes were to be expected after, but listen to you now. Same old Alex. Almost, anyway.”

  “I guess,” Alex agreed, the cold in his chest again. “Almost.”

[sunshinedaisy13-blog]

Just a long ass rant about my parents and dress codes and Society

You know what I’m pissed at my mom and dad are trying to start a farm and I am the only kid left at home I am a teenage girl so they call my unemployed brother older brother to come help out so he does and he and my dad both get to work without their shirts on because we are doing backbreaking work and it is a regular 75° outside and me I have to wear long shorts and cotton T-shirts what I want Is to wear my sports bra and some light breathable cotton shorts but now I can’t do that because it’s not socially fucking acceptable

And I hate stupid dress codes because they teach a girl that they are not allowed to be themselves that you cannot wear a 90° day a tank top and shorts but guys can wear muscle shirts I am very comfortable confident person you know what sometimes I like to wear shirts that are a tad short or shorts that are a little short or hell even occasionally tank tops because I love them so much but can I know because it has to be three fingers to wear because guess what I’m a female and I have unwanted bags of milk on my chest that are sexualized all the fucking time and I’ll guess what I have shoulders so does every other living breathing human being I have legs I have knees I got a vagina and you know what I should have to be fucking questioned to take my purse to the bathroomI should be able to wear whatever the fuck I’m comfortable with if girls want to wear long pants and hoodies and long cotton T-shirt you know what go on but if I wanna wear a tank top and shorts I should be able to I should be able to go on a run with a sports bra and running shirt on and I have to worry I am 13 and already I have to think about these things and it is not fair to me and I know it is not fair to other girls my age and older it is not fair that we are kicked out of the classrooms because our shirt reveals too much when it barely shows our neck line or when the shorts are a little shorter the average

Me And my friends Have coed sleepovers because guess what or male and female and you know what we do sometimes when it’s really hot outside and we’re camping out we girls sleeping shorts and eyebrows and guys sleep without shirts and you know what we are cool with that because we trust each other we know each other and we’re nowhere good or else someone want to get slapped alreasomeone did get slapped but that’s another story we respect each other and we expect everyone should respect each other but we know that’s not the way the world works so the only time you’ve truly ever feel comfortable with each other is when we’re alone and there’s no one else to judge us or to hurt us because we know and today’s times that is not the social norm a lot of people good people want it to be but it’s not because we have a lot of fucking dickhead assholes out there and I will mitt it’s not just men a lot of women judge other women and children Because they wear whatever the fuck they want and they believe that they should it and I believe in my personal opinion that is fucking wrong because this is supposed to be the land of the free of new opportunities I think we should have an opportunity for women and children transgender LGBT queue what ever the fuck you are to have an opportunity in life you do what you want like if I wanna become a boxer and a motorcyclist and a racecar driver or something I don’t get judged or push if I want to join the military I won’t be judged for it because you know what I’ve always lean towards that I want to become a business woman but I want to do time in the military because you know what I want people talk shit about it without even going into it say it feels like kind of the same as people talking shit about abortion is when most of them have never gone through that pain that guilt and fear

I I am done with keeping my emotions inside I am done being judged by different people I am done with my mom telling me not to wear that shirt because it only takes up two fingers done with her telling me that my shorts are too short or her telling me I shouldn’t of war that bra without shirt because it exposes its color and that could distract the boys I want to Yellit her and tell her that this is the 21st-century where we shouldn’t have that were people should go to school because they want to learn get a higher education and they shouldn’t be staring at someone else’s boob or there dick I am sick of it all you know and I’m actually pretty lucky I go to school where the dress code is pretty chill the only problem is the teachers and my parents and other kids parents because asked kids were fine with that because the guys in my class who I’m friends with and the guys who I am not friends with no how to treat a woman respectfully know that I should treat a woman respectfully that it may not be commanded of them from our side right now but it should be and the other girls want to encourage other girls not beat them down they want to encourage everyone to wear what they want to wear to be who they want to be if you want to become an artist free if you want to become a painter a dancer a general mechanic what ever you want to become you should become and I got a pretty liberal school and I love that and hate that because I am an independent I see both sides I want equality but I believe smaller government is better sometimes me and my friends disagree but we are still friends we get along and we put our differences aside to agree we try to convince each other and see each other‘s point of you there which is a hell of a lot more I could say then the adults today we are great we shop stronger health care but not of the price of the people are taxes that people in office shouldn’t be taking that much money they should be putting their money and their power and there what to become in that position to give back to the people to want to push better into the future but we have you have a bunch of old white men are old people in general talking down on millennial‘s which I understand but still people get your shit together and gen x of being snowflakes are sissies our highest death is student loans the problem is right now what is going on is it the price for everything else going up but the wages we work for has gone down so 2030 years ago people can afford to live off of just two jobs now forget that and less your two jobs is a powerful lawyer and a powerful prosecutor or a doctor of freaking Doctor Who can make over 2 million a year meanwhile other people couldn’t get the same opportunities in life basically live always working never getting to see the kids I admit my generation And millennial’s have a lot of problems but we are excepting that’s the one thing you could say about us we will work through these problems but right now they’re not helping I find that my friends and kids my age are excepting of different things and totally chill if I want to wear a tank top or shirt that is a little short on me they’re fine with it they’re cool they’re excepting of who I want to be adults are like no you’re going to distract some boy those boys should not be sexualizing a 13-year-old girl that’s what’s up they should be focusing on the work and maybe if we don’t have a dress code I mean I am Stan somethings like wearing shorts and shorts or pants or shoes sometimes because I love going shoeless this but anyway me and my friends we watch a lot of current news were disgusted with a lot of the humans in this nation we talk about moving to Canada or Sweden or somewhere but we still stay here because we have hope for it we have hope that one day people could walk to the street without fear a lot of women women and some men can walk to the streets without getting cat called or harassed that people could be open

[sleepywinchester]

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 13

Summary: Jensen tells the truth of what he thinks it happened in Rome.

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Hella Angst. 

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: Guys… Don’t hate me? ITALICS IS FLASHBACK.

Title: It’s All Too Much. 

MASTERLIST 

After having another successful and fun weekend with the fans in Rome, the cast decided to go out one last time to celebrate. Jus In Bello was everyone’s favorite convention of the year, they let them sing, curse and even drink booze as they spent quality time with their fans.

“I have to do a toast,” Jensen stood up from his seat, raising the glass of bourbon to the sky.

Everyone turned remained silence as they heard him speak.

“We had a blast,” he said, “thank you for being such an awesome group of people to work. I love y’all!” Jensen shouted.

The cast laughed and cheered for him. Jensen was noticeable drunk, he laughed and hugged everyone. It was almost three in the morning and Jensen was still up for adventure and partying. Jared took it as cue to take his best friend out of there when Jensen began to dance with strangers. He wasn’t doing anything bad, he was just having fun, but alcohol was taking a toll on him. Jared drank the last of his drink and hold Jensen by the shoulders.

“Hey, brother!” Jensen grinned. “I love you, brother.”

Jared laughed, “I love you too. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Why?! It’s-,” Jensen glanced down to his watch, his eyes squinting. “Dude, I forgot how to read the hour… Good thing I don’t need that skill for acting. Am I right?” He laughed, stumbling and almost not feeling his legs as they walked.

Jared grabbed Jensen’s arm and placed it over his shoulder, guiding his very drunk best friend to his hotel room. On their way he winked, spoke and even sang to everyone who would laid eyes on him. Jared grunted throwing Jensen over the bed and taking his shoes off.

“Dude-,” Jared looked up to find Jensen already passed out. He laughed to himself, scratching his head as he walked out. “He’s gonna’ be so hungover tomorrow.”

The constant knock on the door woke Jensen up. He stumbled his way to the door and opened without checking it. He looked down, his mind and eyes still fuzzed with alcohol. He smiled back to the woman standing in front of him.

“What’s up?” Jensen said.

She bit her lower lip, “Nothing much… I just- couldn’t sleep and I heard noise in your room.”

“I don’t even know how I got here,” he chuckled.

“Do you have booze? I drank all mine,” she looked inside Jensen’s hotel room.

Jensen turned back, his eyes finding the mini-fridge. “Yeah! I guess- come in,  Claudia.”

She smirked, “Sure.”

Jensen shut his eyes tighter when he heard his phone ringing. Slowly he began to open his eyes, noticing he forgot to shut the blinds of his room off. He shook his head, scratching the top of it as he rolled over and stumbled into a body.

“What the-,” Jensen’s eyes went wide. “Who the hell are you!?”

The woman groaned under her breath, turning over to look at him.

“Hey, handsome,” she smiled.

Jensen’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Claudia laying naked next to him.

“What the hell are you-,” his phone continued ringing. Jensen turned to see Y/N’s picture in the screen. She was face-time calling him. He swallowed and stood quickly from the bed and going into the bathroom. “Hey! Babe!”

“Did I wake you?” Y/N noticed his nervousness.

“Yeah,” Jensen cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. “Um-, babe, can I call you later? Jared is at the door and I have to get dressed.”

Y/N glanced down at her uncovered chest, “You’re seeing that I’m practically shirtless over here, right?”

Jensen looked down to her chest, the corner of his lips perking up. “Oh, I see it babe… but,” he looked at the door, “I really can’t now. I’ll call you later. Promise.”

A sigh crawled up Y/N’s throat, “Sure… Bye.”

Once Jensen made sure the call was over, he walked out of the room to see Claudia lounging in his bed. She wore a white robe and her eyes were on the TV screen.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jensen snapped. “How- What the hell happened?!”

Claudia looked up to Jensen, the corner of her lips perking up into a seductive smirk. “Hey.” She stood up from the bed, it was in that moment when Jensen noticed her robe wasn’t tied.

He shut his eyes and turned around, “Get dressed.”

“Why?” Claudia pressed her body against his. “You didn’t mind last night.”

“I don’t know what happened last night!” Jensen shouted turning to look her in the eye. “What the hell happened last night?”

Claudia tied her robe,  “You really don’t remember?”

“No!” Jensen yelled frustrated.

“We had sex, Jensen.”

Jensen’s entire world collapsed when the words came out of Claudia’s mouth. He didn’t want to believe it but it was obvious. She was naked, he only had his boxers on, and last night he was too drunk to think clearly. He walked by Claudia, his eyes on the window.

“No, no, no, no,” Jensen kept repeating. “This can’t be happening.”

“Jay-,”

“Don’t you call me that!” Jensen turned to her. “I don’t know how this happened but-”

“It’s okay, Jensen.” Claudia said totally calm. “I won’t say anything.”

Jensen shook his head, the urges to cry building up inside him. He couldn’t believe he had betrayed Y/N. He felt like the biggest scum bag. Jensen dropped on the seat, his eyes staring at the floor. He was lost, he couldn’t even think straight.

“I can’t believe I-,” he run his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe I cheated on Y/N.”  Jensen was overwhelmed with guilt.

“Hey,” Claudia hold his chin, “Is okay. I won’t say anything… It’s really not a big deal. We were drunk, we had a couple drinks, shit happens.”

“You don’t get it, don’t you?!” Jensen glared at her. “I have a daughter with her. I’m supposed to get married with her! I love her!”

Claudia cocked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry but- you weren’t thinking about that last night.”

Jensen clenched his jaw, the guilt and rage building up inside him.

She sighed deeply, “What is done… Is done…”

Once completely dressed she turned to look at Jensen. He was still sitting on the chair, lost in his own thoughts. Claudia cleared her throat to gain his attention.

“I’m gonna’ go…” She pointed at the door with her thumb.

“Yeah,” Jensen scoffed with unbelief. “You do that.”

Claudia stood in front of him, “If you ever-”

“This - won’t happen ever again,” Jensen cut her off.

“I’m just saying if you ever feel like it… I’m down.” Claudia spoke freshly. “We had fun and I’m a good secret keeper.” She bit her lower lip, “Nobody has to know.”

“Get the fuck out of my room,” Jensen growled at her.

She nodded and shrugged, before turning and stroll out of Jensen’s room.

 You took a moment to process everything Jensen just said. Tears went down your cheeks on their own. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think straight, all you could do is stare into his broken eyes. You could see how heart broken Jensen was. You also could listen to your own heart shattering. 

“Y/N,” his voice broke. “Say something.”

Your lips parted yet you couldn’t form words.  You were completely in shock.

The two of you stood in the dark for a while, both keeping your silence but Jensen couldn’t take it anymore. He took a step forward, trying to hold you down yet you couldn’t hold him back. 

Jensen dropped on his knees, hugging your legs, mumbling how sorry he was. He never stopped crying.

“Don’t touch me.” You spoke emotionless and with disgust. 

Jensen looked up in an instant yet didn’t said a word. “No, baby, ple-

“Get out.” You said but he kept trying to hold you. ”I SAID GET OUT!” You screamed, pushing him backwards.

Jensen stared at you, sitting on the floor, his eyes only showed one thing: he was terrified.  

“NO,” he let out, “let’s talk-.”

You leaned forward, the shock turning into anger. “I SAID GET OUT!” You yelled even louder and began to push him and throwing punch. “GET OUT!” You blacked out, letting yourself drown in the pain. “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

You continued to punch him until someone hold you backwards. It was Genevieve who hold you down as you tried to go forward and keep pushing him away. You watched Jared grab Jensen from the floor, confused of what was going on.

“GET THE HELL OUT!” You kept screaming. “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO Me?! HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME?!” 

It was in that moment that Jared’s eyes went wide as he carried his best friend out of the house. Once they were out of your sight, you dropped on the floor, crying inconsolable. Genevieve hold you down into a hug, trying to console you with words but it was worthless. 

You didn’t heard her, you didn’t understand her, all you felt was a void inside.

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[dancingalone21]

Come Clean - Part 3 (Final)

Summary: The reader catches Jensen snooping through her phone. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader 

Word Count: 3,262

Part 1 Part 2

~

“What the hell was that, Jensen? Tell me now.” Danneel demands angrily narrowing her eyes.

“Um…she…well…I’ll be right back, ok?”

“What?!”

“Just give me a minute! I have to talk to Jared.” Jensen bolts to his costar’s trailer without waiting for a reply.

“What’s up?” Jared asks when Jensen bursts through his door like a mad man.

“What did Y/N say?”

“About what?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Padalecki.” Jensen growls surprising them both.

“I really don’t wanna be in the middle of this, man.” Jared sighs running a hand through his long chestnut hair.

“That’s hilarious.” Jensen laughs humorlessly.

“Considering this is all happened because of you!”

“What the…Y/N said the same thing. I didn’t do anything. You two are the idiots who have been hiding shit.” He huffs getting defensive.

“You’re right. You just told the love of my life how I feel about her. Yeah. You didn’t do anything.” Jensen spits with a glare.

“I’d do it again. Y/N thought I was drunk when I told her but I wasn’t. It’s too bad she didn’t spill the beans sooner but it’s better late then never.”

“Wait…you were pretending to be drunk?”

“I was tipsy but I knew what I was doing. So you’re welcome.” Jared smirks leaning back in his chair.

“You’re welcome? Are you insane?!”

“Nope. I’m the only level headed one in this trailer.”

“Son of a bitch.” Jensen grumbles under his breath, he’s trying really hard not to flip his shit.

“I hate to say it…but maybe you shouldn’t end up with Y/N. She deserves a guy who has the balls to love her out in the open. Instead of someone hiding in the shadows for six fucking years.”

“Come on…”

“You’ve been a huge pussy, dude. So what are you gonna do about it?” Jared challenges automatically pissing off his best friend. Jensen’s mouth drops, he snaps his eyes shut in an attempt to concentrate on why he’s here.

“You’re walking a fine line, my friend. Watch your mouth.” Jensen warns, his eyes now shooting daggers.

“I’m trying to help you, Ackles. I’ve kept my mouth shut long enough.” Jared watches more anger flash on his friend’s face but it quickly disappears. They both know he’s right but Jensen doesn’t want to admit it.

“Fuck it. I’m not letting Y/N push me away. I’m going to her place right now.” Jensen decides anxiously.

“Uhh aren’t you forgetting something?” Jared raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“What?”

“There’s an angry brunette huffing and puffing on her phone right now.” He chuckles taking a peek out the window.

“Damn it. Can you distract Danneel so I can sneak away?”

“Dude…no. Man up and break up with your girlfriend. Seriously. And if you want any chance with Y/N, do it before you show up at her house.”

“Wonderful.” Jensen groans throwing himself on to a recliner. He whips his iPhone out to text Danneel, hoping to buy himself a little more time before shit hits the fan.

Almost done. Head over to my trailer. I’ll meet you there.

“What did Y/N say to you? She was in here a while.” Jensen asks quietly, praying he will be able to fix this.

“She was obviously upset. She thinks everything is ruined between you two especially since you’re with Danneel. And…” Jared pauses dreading his next sentence.

“And?”

“She’s quitting the show.”

“Shit.” Jensen instantly feels the blood drain from his face and bile rise in his throat.

“I don’t think Y/N means it though. She’s just overreacting to everything right now.” Jared shrugs taking a much needed sip of his beer.

“We both know that’s not true.” Jensen pinches the bridge of his nose.

“That’s what Y/N does. When shit gets hard…she bails. I wouldn’t be shocked if she already quit. She’s probably at the airport right now, heading to fucking Timbuktu.”

“That’s not fair and you know it.” Jared replies feeling the need to stick up for you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes I fucking do. She’s my best friend too ya know.” Jared snaps raising his voice.

“Y/N used to be like that. But she’s grown up a lot in the six years we’ve known her.”

Jensen rolls his eyes, silently commanding himself to relax. He’s two seconds away from punching the wall or his best friend, he needs to calm down.

“In her past relationships, whenever things got difficult…she would bounce. Plain and simple.” Jensen argues trying to keep his cool.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Jared…but this is pretty fucking difficult!“

"Considering all the morons she’s dated in the past. I don’t blame her, Jay.” Jared laughs shaking his head.

“Things have always been different between the two of you. You’ve always had a special connection and it’s noticeable to most people. Not everyone realizes it’s because you’re friggin in love with each other but still.”

“Well. Let’s hope it’s not ruined after today.” Jensen mumbles in response on his way out, he reluctantly heads in the direction of his soon to be ex girlfriend. 

It’s been one fucking hour. One hour since you revealed to your best friend that you’re in love him. One hour since you had a mini break down in Jared’s trailer. And one hour since you stormed off, basically telling Jensen and Danneel to both fuck off.

You’re driving around aimlessly, refusing to go home. You know for a fact that Jensen will show up there to find you. The first person that pops in your head is the one you call. If anyone can make you feel better about this, it’s her.

“Gen?”

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” She asks in her usual cheery tone.

“I…um…I’m kinda freaking out.” You admit sniffling through the phone.

“Omg! What happened, Y/N? You sound really upset.”

“It’s a long story but I called Jensen out for having feelings for me and I told him about mine. And then the friggin ice queen showed up and it clearly didn’t get any better. The whole thing is a mess.” You sob pulling over, the amount of tears falling from your fucking eyes is too distracting.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie! Why don’t you come over so we can talk?”

“I can’t. Jensen will know to look there. I’ll have to deal with him eventually but it can’t be today.” You sigh dramatically.

“Just being in the same fucking city as him is giving me heart palpitations.”

“Run home and pack a bag. I’ll pick you up in a half hour, ok?”

“But Jensen…”

“Jay’s still on set. I called Jared 20 minutes ago but he didn’t pickup. He sent a text saying he’s talking to Jensen and will call soon. So you’re good.”

“Fine.” You agree softly.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!”

“But Gen…”

“Do it! I’ll see you soon, hun.” Gen quickly ends the call before you can refuse. Damn it.

You speed to your house, stuff a chocolate cupcake into your mouth and then stare at your closet. What does one pack when they want to wallow in their awful life choices? Screw it. You throw a bunch of random shit in a bag and head towards the front door. Thankfully your ride shows up sooner than later, you really need to get the hell out of here.

“What’s up, sexy!” Gen grins pulling into your driveway.

“You’re not gonna be this happy the whole time are you?” You whine throwing your bag into the black SUV.

“We’re gonna go get pampered. So yes. And you’ll be happy too.” She says matter of factly.

“Pampered? Where?”

“Fairmont Chateau.”

“That’s almost two hours away in Whistler.” You groan already plotting to jump out at the next red light.

“Exactly. You need to get out of Vancouver. It’s far enough where you can breathe again but close enough where you don’t need a plane!”

“Whatever. As long as there’s alcohol.” You wave her off.

“You’re not getting crazy drunk, Y/N. Obviously we’ll drink but getting smashed will just make you feel worse.”

“Ok, mom.” You mumble staring out the passenger window.

“I think you meant…thank you so much, Gen. You’re such a great friend and I love you.”

“I suck. I’m sorry. You really are awesome. Thank God you’re here visiting Jared, otherwise I’d be so lost.”

“No problem, sweetie. We will figure it out, ok?” She winks with a genuine smile. You nod and give her a fake smile back that makes her chuckle. It’s gonna be a long car ride.

“I knew it, man!” Jensen growls into the phone, staring at your empty house with a pout.

“Are you really that surprised? She knows you well enough, she’s not there on purpose.” Jared replies feeling tired.

“Is she at your place with Gen? She must be.”

“Uhhh no. Nope. Not at my place.”

“Wow. That didn’t sound convincing at all. It’s a good thing you’re not a professional actor or anything.” Jensen scoffs rolling his eyes.

“She’s not. I swear.”

“Ok. You definitely know where though. I can tell.”

“This is a very weird situation for me, man. You’re my best friend but Y/N is too. I’m not sure if I should tell you.” Jared admits pinching the bridge of his nose.

“If this was the other way around, I would tell you. I’d want you to make things right with Gen. I wouldn’t just leave you hanging.”

“Oh, that’s not a guilt trip or anything!” Jared groans feeling his resolve melt away.

“Fine. She’s in Whistler.”

“Whistler?! Y/N doesn’t even ski!”

“There’s more to do than ski, dumb ass. There’s a lot of shops and…other shit. I don’t know. That’s what Gen told me.”

“Where are they staying?” Jensen asks hightailing it down your street.

“I can’t tell you…”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Gen said that I ca…”

“Holy shit. You’re whipped. Just tell me, dude.” Jensen demands impatiently.

“It doesn’t matter. Gen wouldn’t tell me the room number.”

“That’s easy. I’ll flirt with the girl at the front desk to get the info.” Jensen says likes it’s obvious.

“What if it’s a guy?”

“Then I’ll make it work. I’m an actor. I can do it. Do you wanna come?”

“Jesus Christ.” Jared mumbles already regretting his decision.

“Whatever, man. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Come or don’t come. I don’t care.”

“Yeah, you got this. You’re not making rash decisions at all.” Jared rolls his eyes at his best friend.

“Padalecki!”

“Alright, alright. Swing by and get me on the way.”

“I’m pretty sure all my problems would be solved if I just lived here.” You exhale feeling surprisingly at ease.

“You wanna live in Whistler?” Gen raises a confused eyebrow.

“No, silly. The spa! If I could get constantly pampered, I think I’d be ok.” You shrug lazily.

“Totally. Fuck everything else.” Gen snickers making you do the same.

“So how about we finish up here and then grab some food?” You suggest, already hearing your stomach grumble.

“Sweet!”

You and Gen finish up your pedicures then head up to your room. She thinks it’s a good idea to dress up and do something fun tonight. You’d rather drink yourself drunk and pass out watching cartoons. But she unfortunately shot down that idea.

You’re trying to distract yourself by putting on eyeliner but it’s futile. Jensen fucking Ackles keeps popping in your head. You almost wish he was here, just so you could punch his lights out.

You hear a loud knock on the room door which is odd. Room service wasn’t ordered and no one knows you’re here. You assume it’s a maid but decide to check just in case.

“What the fuck…” You growl with your eyes wide.

“Genevieve Nicole Cortese Padalecki!”

“What?” You hear her muffled voice from around the corner. You stalk into the bathroom and see her mouth full of toothpaste and a toothbrush.

“I can’t believe you, Gen.” You whine stomping your foot on the ground. She rinses out her mouth and watches as you glare at her in the mirror reflection.

“I am so lost.”  She chuckles turning around, looking adorably confused.

“Dumb and dumber are at the door.”

“Who?”

“Your husband and his stupid best friend!”

“No way!”

“Yup.”

“I didn’t tell them to come I swear.”

“Gen…”

“I told Jared the name of the hotel just in case there’s an emergency. But I purposely left out our room number.”

“For the love of fuck.” You huff, whatever stress the spa got rid of now is back.

“Whoever’s working the front desk is clearly a fan.” Gen sighs looking through the peephole, Jensen knocks on the door again making her jump.

“Y/N!”

“Damn it.” You groan, you’re possibly on your way to a panic attack.

“You tried.” Jared shrugs hoping his friend won’t make a scene.

“What? You think I’m giving up? She has to come out of there sometime. I’ll just wait.” Jensen replies stubbornly glaring at your door.

“Jay…let’s go grab a drink at the bar downstairs. Maybe she’ll come around.”

“I could always just find a way in.” Jensen mumbles to himself, completely ignoring Jared.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ll just find the key. It can’t be that hard.”

“You realize you’re not really Dean,  right?” Jared informs slowly.

“Shut it.”

“This isn’t a TV show, Ackles. A maid won’t magically appear then leave her cart unattended, it conveniently having the right key on it.”

“Maybe if I try a credit card?”

“Holy shit.” Jared mutters running his hands through his hair.

“I’m actually starting to get worried about you. I hate to say it but maybe we should go home. Give Y/N some space and go from there.”

“No.” Jensen answers dangerously calm.

“So instead of approaching this rationally, you’d rather just stalk her.”

“I just need to see her. Even if it’s for five minutes.”

Jared opens his mouth to respond but he’s interrupted when Gen sends him a text. He glances at it quickly but not quick enough, Jensen grabs it from his hand.

Y/N won’t come out. She’s pissed.

“Well, I’m fucking ecstatic!” Jensen shouts in response at the locked door.

“It’s good to see you’re not losing it, dude.” Jared cracks up ignoring his best friend’s dirty look.

“Let me text, Y/N. She might let me in.”

“What about me?” Jensen pouts pathetically.

“Baby steps.” Jared assures patting him on the back before he presses send.

“Anything?” Jensen wonders trying to look at the phone.

“I literally just sent it two seconds ago.”

“She’s a fast typer.” Jensen mumbles now pacing up and down the hall. Without warning, you swing open the door making Jared hesitate because of the angry look in your eye.

“No.” You hold out your hand stopping Jared who’s trying to walk in.

“Not you. Send the other dumb ass in here.” You sigh giving Gen a weak smile as she leaves.

Jensen hears all of this but he has yet to enter the room. Now that he’s able to, he’s not sure if going in alone is a great idea.

“Good luck, man.” Jared whispers before moving down the hall with Gen.

You watch Jensen slowly walk in and look around, it’s like he expects something to jump out at him. Weirdo.

“You couldn’t have just given me one day, huh? To deal with this.” You snap crossing your arms over your chest.

“I…I guess not?” He replies appearing extremely uncomfortable.

“Cool. Glad we cleared that up.” You roll your eyes.

“I feel like a total dipshit right now.” Jensen grumbles to himself but still loud enough for you to hear.

“Good.”

“You’re really mad I came, huh.”

“Gen brought me here to relax. It’s kinda hard to do that, when the person I want a break from is fucking standing in front of me!” You practically shout debating on what to do next.

“I get it. I do. I mean…if I knew you’d be back at work then maybe I wouldn’t be so freaked out but…”

“Huh?”

“You told Jared that you’re quitting. Maybe you already did.” He shrugs sadly.

“Please.” You scoff loudly.

“I was just upset when I said that. I’ve worked hard to get the type of job I have and I’m fucking good at it. I’m not ruining my career over a stupid guy.” You reply refusing to make eye contact.

“Thank god.” Jensen lets out a sigh of relief dragging a hand down his face.You need to shut this down. He needs to leave now. There is not enough alcohol in your system to deal with this man.

You’re dreading his next words because you know what they’re going to be. There’s no way he’s going to throw away a six year relationship for you. It doesn’t matter if Jensen has feelings, he would have broken up with Danneel a long time ago if it mattered.

“I broke up with Danneel.” Jensen blurts out catching you off guard.

“What?”

“Yeah. Soon after you left. Well, I talked to Jared first then I did it. Of course it didn’t go over well but I didn’t expect it to.” He rambles on barely glancing at you.

“Whatever. The point is that we’re officially over.” Jensen bites his bottom lip nervously waiting for a reaction.

“Congrats.” You deadpan trying to stay in control.

“I’m trying here, Y/N. I really am. Please just drop the attitude and talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say.” You answer quietly.

“Fine. Then just listen.” Jensen pleads grabbing your hand, pulling you to sit down next to him on the couch.

“I love you. Always have and always will.” You wait for Jensen to continue on but instead he just gives you a panty dropping smile.

“Is there more?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Nope. That’s it.” He smirks knowingly.

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?” Jensen teases you.

“Well…when you said to listen, I assumed you had more to say.”

“I do, Y/N. But none of it is important right now. I love you and you love me. We’ve wasted too much time as it is…don’t you think?” He asks searching your face.

“So you want to just forget all the drama and be together?” You say skeptically.

“Yes! Why the hell not? We can do whatever we want, beautiful.”

“It’s really over with what’s her face?” You scrunch up your nose dramatically just thinking of her.

“Completely and totally fucking done. From now on, it’s just you and me…unless we decide to procreate.” Jensen starts cracking up.

“You think that’s funny?!” You laugh slapping his chest.

“I think the look on Danneel’s face when you said that was hilarious. She was so offended. It was great.” He chuckles pulling you on to his lap.

“I’m glad I amused you, dork.” You giggle shaking your head.

"I’m waiting ya know.” You stare into his eyes confused until it dawns on you. You really are a dope sometimes.

“I love you, Jay.” You sigh happily before crashing your lips into his. He pulls away too soon, resting his forehead on yours.

“I love you too, baby. Always and forever.”

~

[quantumghoul]

Hey how bout your fo4 oc(s) relationship and thoughts on Preston and X6? As well as their integration in your characters story and their importance? :>

ahhhh!!! my favorite!!! i’m gonna put under a cut bc it got a little long but long story short, preston is the Bestest bad brain friend, and X6 is their son whom they did wrong by.

Fox, is best friends with Preston. It was a little… one-sided strained at first? Fox was very hard at saying no after out of the vault, wallflower in pre-war life, and it was a struggle to just, turn the guy down. Preston just wanted to do good bless him for that, and even more, it was hard to talk to him. Fox, in the wastes, had a chance to be selfish, and didn’t wanna be seen in a bad light to Preston for these things. What do you think of a person who’s in a real complicated spot about their dead spot, and is scared to find their baby? (fox relationship w spouse and shaun is… complicated. bad kinds. freedom in dead, but then, they realize how bad that looks for them.)

It was a real, scales missing each other. Preston also being in a hard place too, obviously, they just kinda missed each other in real intentions? it was conflicting in that, preston needed a good person in their life, and fox was learning to be selfish the first time. Granted, Fox had still been in a bit of shock leaving 111, so Preston knows a fair bit more about Fox than other companions might. they dont tend to share… a lot. weird pride? about ‘weakness’ that’s hard to spot.

After a certain point, during a huge spell of paranoia due to the realization of how deeply the institute was watching them, they spilled all that mess, and how they were really proud of the minutemen, what’s been built, with him, and how they’re glad to know them. preston felt comfortable in the moment to talk about his depression, and it’s really. bad brains bring the best of friends. like, fox opening up to him and is basically their most valued friend they Wished they hadn’t been so hesitant abt sooner, and they trust him more than anything, and that’s like. a thing for preston. having their trust and stuff. their talk abt his value to everything like… it feels like it means something?

basically it takes a while for their friendship to hit off and them to get closer than they were bc of. talking problems. but they did talk and it’s a good talk. 

preston is general of the minutemen in all but name, fox knows he’s uneasy with the huge title of responsibility still, and it works out for them. fox proudly leads more progress with minutemen, and lets preston direct from the castle. they can rely on each other. they support each other!!! fox would fist fight over preston. preston, also, would fist fight someone. if they couldn’t be talked down first. hold his hat he’s goin’ to blows.

also they’re the kind of friends to get a little drunk together and go in circles “you’re the best!” “no you!” and fox tends to pick him up and carry him around like “hey did it hurt when you fell from heaven” and they laugh a lot even thou nothing’s funny. it’s cute and they’re friends and i love them being friends. sometimes they dont agree on everything as you do? like disagreeing on some of fox’s methods, but they talk it out and have discussions. it’s what you do, healthy kinda stuff. they check in on him and make sure he knows how much they’re glad he’s around in general in a casual way thou. like. bad brains same.

x6 is one of fox’s Adult Adopted Children. fox can’t stand the idea of being a parent bc they’ll fuck up some tiny person they know it yet they keep adopting adults who have already fucked up and maybe help them with their issues. fox took x6 alone, on tour, for like two months after shaun assigned him to them, and they just. took time to get to know him? they don’t believe this, that coursers who are just gen 3′s given special training, that they don’t also desire things. maybe if you treat someone like a person.

they introduce him to things they like, respect things he already doesn’t. honestly x6 just sorta thinks it’s Amazing watching them murder things with their bare fists. i think the first mission i took him on was house divided, and fox literally just uppercutted a turret off the ceiling bc they were annoyed and he was just 👀  that’s the kinda shit he’s for. it was weird to be like. he felt for a while he was being tested or probed, and fox figured it’d be a while to gain his trust. they encouraged him to try to hang out with the rest of the companions. it didn’t go… amazingly well. but they were really fond of him, and he did like Them even if he wasn’t fond of many others of the group. (i like him and curie interacting? in ways? like friendly weirdness. it’s my fav. also cait and him sparring.) also whenever he cracks a joke bc he Does Sometimes Rarely they’d snort in such an ugly way. x6 never needed a father but u know. they dad him. it’s cool.

well u kno abt that ending where i sided w the railroad…. every Day Fox Feels Immense Guilt Bc He Thinks They’re Fine W Institute Garbage. they gave him a chance and a place to be himself but they realize how much it’s just a betrayal of everything and it’s? not cool. they just wanted to be a place where he was comfortable kinda thing. he could be Him. they’re mad honestly at this Great Person the institute would never let be a person, he’s got so much to him and his loyalty to these people would basically get him killed.

they sent him. away. for that. you know that part you gotta do at the end. they knew it was going to hurt him, and he hunts them down and they just let him take it out on them but honestly all he wants to know is why? fox tells him flat out, their only regret in blowing the institute was lying and hurting him. they’d do it again, but they’ll never forgive themselves for lying to him so goddamn much.

he leaves for a… long while, to spend time alone and try and make sense of things. i have decided he comes back right around a year or so later after fox finishes up far harbor, specifically for answers, and it’s strained… and not fixed. but they’re tryng. he sort of understands their side of things but he’s still hurt. they love him thou, they love him so much.

also it’s so funny bc nick is fox’s dad-type person and x6 is their son and nick and x6 hate each other and it’s the funniest shit to me. i love it.

thank you for asking skjlfds this is long and i tried to be short and i think in the end i failed to make sense? rest in pieces. i hope this was at least interesting!