#i left lunch with family and friends to hide in the bathroom so that i could message him back in a timely manner 😭

[buck-yyyy]

by far my weirdest era was that one summer where i spent hours and hours messaging conservative christians on pinterest to gain an understand of why they believed what they did, how religion tied into that, etc etc

i’ll never forget, one girl messaged me back a few months later and asked me to fill out a google form on abortion for her school project because she wanted a diverse data set 😭

[sstrwbrryccke]

— bullying him | sub choi soobin

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

tags: mean reader, bullying, dacryphilia, perv soobin, humiliation, public fondling??, somewhat nonconsensual

yes this is the third time im reposting this drabble because i accidentally deleted it three times 💀

another hard thought because i can’t stop thinking about a school au where you bully the studious and nerdy soobin!! its just sooo unlucky for him to sit right next to you, where you torment him almost daily. he keeps his gaze down on his book as you shove him against the locker (high school tv show style).

he spends most of the time quiet, never retorting back to you. It was almost irritating to you and your bully friends at a certain point because he almost never reacted to your taunts. just his bunny eyes occasionally making eye contact with you before he quickly lowers his gaze. what did it take to break this guy? your friends egg you on to increase the intensity, and you started to seek him out intentionally.

just as lunch break started, when all the students have left the classrooms, he was putting back his books into his locker. you walk up to him, making sure the vicinity was empty before you push him against the locker like always. but this time you kept going, trapping him in-between your arms and berating him about anything from his clothes to his hairstyle. he doesn’t respond once again, but with the close proximity you can see the blush on his cheeks, and when you looked down, you saw his thighs clenched tightly together.

oh… so that’s what was happening all this time? you feel a grin coming up as you shove your leg in-between his, exposing his hard-on. this time he does react, sputtering out panicked sentences and trying to hide himself. you found his weakness, and it was you. this newfound power spurs you on and you lean into his ear, whispering how much of a pervert he was to get off on getting tormented, how you could feel how hard his small cock was against your knee. he was petrified, not only was his secret exposed, but it was exposed to his biggest bully nevertheless. the worst part? he was getting harder.

you could tell he was a virgin with the way he swallowed his spit, eyes tearing up in embarrassment and body frozen in place from sheer humiliation. it only takes a little knee grinding and degradation in his ear to get him close. but that wasnt enough for you, you wanted to see him cry. so you whisper in his ear again, ordering him to jerk himself off in his pants. his breath hitches, gaze low as he takes a moment of consideration, and to your surprise, he obeys, shaky hand coming down to feel himself through his pants as he shyly tries to get himself off. tears fall from his eyes in humiliation and it was a few excruciating seconds. you finally decide to be nice and help him, your hand sticking down his pants to grasp at his cock sticky with precum. just the contact itself made him come into his pants, in the high school hallway. his eyes streaming with tears. before you know it, he quickly pushes you away and runs off to the bathroom.

and you found him, cute. really really fucking cute. the type of person you wanted to dominate and play with until he cried. so after school, you trap him again, though this time it wasn’t really trapping. because he willingly stopped for you, his gaze still low as you told him to follow you home. he obeyed, hands jittery and sweaty. when you get to your family’s rather well off house, you lead him to your bedroom, where he nervously asked you if you were going to do that again. and you grinned, asking if he was hoping for something. he stuttered again as you chuckle, before he meekly admitted yeah, he was. you feel your need to ravish this guy skyrocket and you push him onto your bed, roughly kissing him.

good thing tomorrow is a saturday, huh?

[hwathinker]

"is beauty all that matters to you?"

pairing ; high school boyfriend!mingi x high school fem!reader warnings ; bullying, y/n is v insecure;(, lil bit angst?, mingi is soo comforting <3 wn ; i've been thinking about how predebut mingi had acnes, he doesn't look any less beautiful tbh. and i thought that if he had a s/o that has acnes it wouldn't change his mind abt loving her :(

wednesday, 7:30am

walking to school. your very favorite thing to do since it refreshes your mind from whatever happened on the other day before. today, mingi wanted to have lunch together with you. you both rarely go to lunch together. all just because you didn't want mingi to lose his fame in the school. well, sometimes you both walk together. but whenever there's a bad timing you would always avoid him after, and he understands that. it has been 4 months since you've confessed to him. and you still don't feel that comfortable to be acting like his girlfriend. "look! its your mingi! should we go to him?" a group of girls passed by you, one telling her friend to hit him up, the other pulling her hand to go towards mingi. "guys.. i don't think it will be okay.. haha!" the girl laughed. her smile was so bright, clear delicate skin, hair soft as a silk. hell, even the boys from other class had a crush on her. mingi was standing at the front gate, waiting for who even you don't know.

you watched them walking to mingi, heart beating so fast. what if mingi catches feelings? what if mingi leaves you for her? what if- "no thank you, i already have a girlfriend." what? mingi said what? you heard him. he told the girl he had a girlfriend. was this a dream? when the group of girls leave, one of them had tears in her eyes, her friends rubbing her back for comfort. mingi then saw you walking towards the gate, quickly smiled and waved at you. truly an angel. you fake smile back, walking to him. "did you wait long?" you asked as you both walk inside. "nah, i just got here too." he said. he still has his big smile plastered on his face. you turned to look at him with questioning face, "what are you so happy about?" you chuckled. "i don't know. maybe its because you finally agreed to be with me throughout this day." he said. oh how you didn't want to do this but you did. its kind of hard to be together, especially when you're the loser in this school.

"so its not about the girls that came to you and confessed?" you purposely asked that, knowing you're jealous. he knows that. "oh that! she just embarrassed herself in front of me. asking for my number and going on a date." mingi sighed. "i'm tired of these girls. i just want to be with you." that left you speechless. how did a kind nice guy like him want to be in a relationship with you, who's like a mess and only care about her academics not her face? you never asked him about his type, you were afraid of not being his exact type. "baby! you're jealous right?" mingi stepped in front of you, smiling like an idiot. "what? not even a little. who would get jealous by that?" you denied. honestly, talking about your feelings feels like you're putting blames on him.

"i know you so well, y/n. please don't ever hide anything from me, even your feelings." he goes beside you again, walking with his hands in his pockets. you're not that sure if you can do that. not even to your closes family members.

wednesday, 11:25am

lunch. its lunch y/n!!! you kept a brave face, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. trying to gather all your confidence to go out. mingi was waiting outside. he told you its fine to take your time and take a breath. "y/n please please please!! its just a lunch, its not like you've never walked around the school with him." you thought to yourself. honestly speaking, who wouldn't want to have a lunch with him. you were about to walk out, but you heard many girls were like.. gathering in front of the girl's bathroom? "mingi.. i wanted to give you this." then cheering were made by the other girls. "woohoo!! go girl!" "oohh is she going to be mingi's girlfriend?"

you stand behind the door, eavesdropping the conversation. then something like a box fell to the ground, making the other girls gasping in shock. "not interested." mingi said. then a light knock were heard as you jump in surprised. "are you done? its crowded here." mingi's voice was interrupted by the noises the girls made. you quickly touch up on your uniform and hair. walking out, the girls were just making disgusted face and glaring at you. "there you are." mingi was so quick to hold your hand. "ew what is this piece of trash doing dating such a beautiful guy?" one of them says. it made you look down to your shoe, feeling judged by it. "can you guys stop? its not like i'm the only guy in this school you could be dating." mingi sounded a bit rude. it was not his intention but because it was being thrown towards you, he wouldn't waste a time being like that.

you both walk away to the cafeteria, leaving those girls saying things. mingi was brave enough to stand up for you. even if it means to lose his popularity, he won't stop defending you just because of your looks. mingi held your hand so tight, reminding you that he will always be there for you. as you both walk inside the cafeteria, eyes were laid on the both of you. whisperings were quickly made. "look! why is she holding his hand?" "oh my god if i were her i would be dead embarrased!" "mingi is so handsome, what is he doing with that hag?" you just ignored all the comments from the other students. mingi cut the long queue line and bought some buns and drinks for both of you. he didn't let your hand go, not even a second. "hey! you don't cut like that! go behind man." one of the student in the line said. mingi just glared at him, looking up and down. the guy stepped back and cleared his throat.

finally, peace. mingi brought you to the rooftop. just the two of you, sitting comfortably with each other while feeling the wind. "i'm sorry if dating me is a fuss." mingi said, opening the bun and drink for you. you just sat there, staring at the bun. "you don't have to apologize. it should be me who should." you had tears in your eyes as you sink in your arms. mingi looks at you, his heart broke hearing you feel bad about being his girlfriend. "hey, you don't say that. okay? you're so beautiful you know that?" he reassure you. the first time you met was when you were alone crying at the rooftop when you should've gone to home. you wished you've never met him sometimes but you're also very glad he's there to protect you. "baby, don't cry. i promise i will protect you no matter what." mingi rubbed your back, his other hand goes to bring your hair behind your ear making you look at him. "you look beautiful, love. inside out." he said, wiping off your tears. you just smiled at him and laughed.

knowing he's the sweetest guy ever, you're not confident that he would spend the rest of his lives with you. why you? because he fell for your kind and sweet personality. but you thought either way. "thank you mingi. i'm really not in my best now, but you boosts my happiness." you said, grabbing the bun he opened for you. he smiled at you, feeling happy that you know he's there for you. mingi likes spoiling you with foods. especially when he knows that you love eating so much.

wednesday, 3:45pm

its time to go home. mingi, who's from the next class was fast enough to wait for you outside your class. sometimes its hard to not be in the same class at him since you're always getting bullied. but whenever mingi gets mad at them, they would always stop interrupting you for 2 or 3 days. but then they will continue to do it again. you saw mingi waiting outside, watching you pack your things. he mouthed a "quick" as his eyebrow furrowed. you just laughed and pack things quickly.

"hey! i'm sorry i kept you waiting." you said, hands both on the strap of your bag. "its okay. shall we?" he held his hand out, tilting his head to the other side of the corridor. you nodded and held his hand. many eyes were watching, but you try to just ignore it. what you didn't know, there was a group of girls from earlier at the bathroom watching, recording the both of you from the back. "heh, she wouldn't last long with him." the girl who confessed to mingi said.

outside, you and mingi walks slowly. enjoying the time together. suddenly his phone rang. "hold on." he let go of your hand, picking up a call from his mom. you waited for him to finish the call, then he end it with an 'okay'. he turned to look at you, sadness filled his face. "y/n, i have something up with dad. mom is picking me up at the front gate." he said. he held your hand again, continuing the walk. "that's a shame you can't send me to my house. but its okay! really." you said, putting up a fake smile at him. he still felt sad because he can't walk you to your house. "don't be sad! we'll walk together tomorrow okay?" you held your pinky at him, as he smiled. "okay." he connected his pinky with yours as he let your hand go. "i love you. i'll call you if i can tonight okay?" he said and you nodded. he then waved at you before entering the car. he watches you wave at him until he can't see you from the car window. sweet.

you walked alone, now in the alleys outside the school. man, your house was a bit far but you hold the urge to just grab a taxi. then, the group of girls from earlier grabbed you by your arm. they surrounded you as you leaned at the wall. "hey. you're song mingi's gilfriend?" one of them asked. you lips tremble in fear, not sure if you want to say yes or no. "answer me, you ugly bitch." the other one pushing your shoulder as you nodded. the girl, who had a crush on mingi smirked, laughing as she looked around. "break up." you looked at her in the eye, her demanding request was.. something you wouldn't consider to do. "why..?" your breath hitched, unable to look at her. "what do you mean why? you know exactly why right? a guy like him don't deserve you. he's insane to date such ugly trash like you." they laughed, other just caress your head, and the other one plays with your coat. "don't you know how hard his life is after you've associate with him? man, if he was still single, he would be so free and not feel like he's being caged with some ass like you." her words hurt like hell. what if what she's saying are true? what if mingi was actually suffering trying to protect you when its not his job to?

"i'm sorry." you said. then, the girl lifted her hand to slap you but there was someone that stopped her from doing so. as expected, it was mingi. "are you playing with her? or are you testing my patience?" mingi's voice was low but its enough to show that he's mad. "song mingi! u-uhh, aah! we were just talking to her haha! i was going to stretch my arms you know?" the girl stuttered, backing off from you. "stretching, my ass. leave now." he let go of her arm, pointing to the other way of the alley. "why should we? oh, we were just going to bring her to grab some drink, mingi!" the girl then wrapped her arm around your neck as she pulls you close. mingi sighed, closing his eyes for a second. he then grab your hand, pulling you back to him. "leave or i'll have your bare face on the internet." he had his arm on your shoulders as he widened his eyes to the girls. "fine! go with your ugly girlfriend then!" she stomped her feet and left along with her friends, leaving the both of you in the alley.

"y/n." he let your arm go, hands on his forehead as he sighed. "i told you, that you should call me when you're getting bullied like that." he says. he's still mad, the fact that you didn't try to tell him about it. you looked at the floor, avoiding his gaze. "is it true? that i'm interrupting your perfect popular life?" you had tears in your eyes, falling to the ground as soon as you move to sob. mingi was in shocked. how could you ever destroy that 'perfect' life? to him, you made it brighter. "they told you that? unbelievable. and you really believe anything they say about me don't you?" he held you in his arms, letting you cry. rubbing your back as he whisper comfort things. "its alright. i know you're fed up with what you heard. but it isn't true y/n. trust me. you'll hear more things about me. like how i do this and that. and you'll eventually believe it right? but turns out its not as true. i'm avoidant towards people. but your beautiful soul met mine. i haven't felt this happy since my primary years." he said, pulling you back and wipes your tears. truly a sweetheart. just like how people say about him.

"but why me? am i that kind to you? all i ever did was put pressure on you and made you protect me when its not even what you asked for in the first place." you sobbed. mingi hates seeing you break apart. even worse, when its about another students gang up on you. "if i chose you, i'd risk everything for you. one beautiful girl doesn't mean she always have a beautiful heart. and you? even so, i saw your kindness first. the clumsiness in you made it stronger." he laughed, along with you as you hit his arm. "i'm not clumsy." you denied, smiling at him. "whatever then. lets forget about it okay? lets go get ice cream." he grabbed your hand, then continue to talk about what's interesting around the town.

"you know. sometimes i wonder if you has ever catch feeling for a girl who has pretty face and pretty heart." you said. mingi stopped and looked at you silently. it took him minutes to answer as he press his lips together. "well, honestly. is beauty all that matters to you? because it's not, to me."

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omg i finished this on 1day?! im super motivated for this lmfao but um lmk if there's any errors! ty n i hope u enjoyed it :p

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Putting this here, not because we are arguing over it. But, because I saw a post that reminded me of this. Am I The Asshole for letting my sister buy a meal for my partner, who has anxiety over people spending more than 5 bucks on meals for them?

Before linner (lunch and dinner), we had spent the entire day at the Museum as a double date. Although, I and my cowboy hadn't eaten breakfast except a bunch of bananas that they had packed for us. The museum was closing early that day and we all needed to leave too early to remember breakfast. Basically I knew that they were hungry after a busy day. Even when they denied it, and refused me trying to let me buy expensive museum food for them. (Who in their right mind pays 7 dollars for a handful of mixed berries??? I mean I would've if they asked for it. But YEESH why are they like that?) This is a normal occurrence between us. Where I offer to buy something, or let a family member offer to buy something, and they get hella bad anxiety over it. Usually I would just ask for family members to stop, or compromise with sharing food, or say I'm paying for the experience of watching them enjoy something new. But I really couldn't think of what to say at that moment and I didn't agree with them just not eating all day. This did lead to them having a panic attack in the fast food joint and hiding in the bathroom. Every time I look back at this, I always wished I knew what to say to comfort them. When they came back I tried saying some things, but they didn't touch their food. Only when my sister and her boyfriend left did they scarf their food down. Obviously very hungry. Important Note: My sister told my partner to not bring the packed lunch they wanted to bring. She wanted to pay for the food. I didn't want them to feel left out during linner. So I'm guilty of also encouraging them to not pack a lunch and having food paid for them. I knew that they were gonna most likely panic over getting food, and yet I still let it happen. I just didn't want to let them starve over the day. And my sister and I wanted to include them in our meal together. (Request: If I am deemed an asshole, please don't tell me to break up with my partner. They are genuinely the love of my life and my best friend. I would rather have ways I could've handled situations like this better in the future.)

What are these acronyms?

[oneshotnewbie]

if you’re comfortable with the topic

could you do spencer hasting x reader with an ed (anorexia) with her helping the reader

PLEASE IGNORE IF YOURE UNCOMFY

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia nervosa) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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You did not remember exactly when the sickness had started to hold your body in captivity and destroy your entire life, but it used to come with the stress of A and their sick and twisted games. Now, you only felt relief whenever you could hunger your problems away, taking all the imperfect things of your body and starving them away.

It is the rumor mill and the people whispering behind your back that have been brewing since you were kidnapped and resurfaced. Since then, you hid into your clothes that swallowed you whole. Sometimes, you stood completely naked in front of your bathroom mirror and hugged your body, silently pleading to yourself to finally be perfect. Maybe if you were just a little lighter, A would stop putting you down.

And like so many times lately, you lay on your bed, your hands firmly placed on your growling stomach and your fingers brushing your ribs with your fingers absentmindedly. -Since you have been back home, you have gained enough weight to support an entire family, piggy.- Was the anonymous sender's last message to you and left you shrugging as you repeated the number that your scale spat out less than a few minutes ago.

For days you had not eaten more than measly portions of fruit, eggs or vegetables, which did not even provided your brain with the nutrients it needed. You had given up eating lunch with the girls, refused to eat at the breakfast table of your family home. The taste of the bitter coffee that Spencer brought you to school every morning was also starting to bother you and nearly made you sick.

And then there was Spencer Hastings which knew about your struggle with food. The person, who cuddles you during movie nights when you are cold from not eating a lot during the day, and does not mind if you refuse to eat big portions, if you ate at least small things in her presence. If she had learned one thing, it was not to push you but to give you space and take your own pace to improve.

Sometimes you thought to yourself that she did not care or took it seriously. She was too busy clarifying the person hiding behind an annoying letter in an alphabet. But you were wrong. So wrong. The brunette was more than just worried, paying attention to every little thing you ate. And sometimes Spencer was frightened about it.

Hunger took over and the aching stomach put you in a fetal position. With shaky hands, you fumbled around on your bedside table to look at your phone and manage to distract yourself, until you saw your best friend standing in the doorway. "Please, do not say anything. I know I am taking steps backwards," you whispered.

Spencer did not utter a single words as she walked towards you and gently pulled your frail figure into her arms. She kissed your hair and softly rocked you back and forth as you let your tears flow freely onto her shirt.

The two of you went to therapy sessions together with Dr. Sullivan, she did not force you in any way. You alone had the idea, but you asked her for support, which she was happy to give you. You did not want to disappoint her, as she was one of your best friends and a rock in the surf who enriched your life. Spencer knew how you felt, assured you that you would never disappoint her and you believed her by the beautiful smile that graced her lips.

"Can you please eat something small for me? An apple maybe?" She asked cautiously, afraid that she had ruined the moment and pissed you off. But she did not, instead you nodded into her chest and pulled away from her which she did not expected at all. "Very good, I will get you one quickly. Do not move."

The brunette quickly ran down the stairs and you were worried for a moment that she would break her legs at that speed in the dark. But she appeared back in your room without any injuries in no time and took her usual spot on your bed.

She held the apple in front of you and you swallowed hard before unceremoniously bringing it into your own hand and taking a small bite out of it. You found yourself feeling the food move into your stomach, hating the feeling of instant weight gain. The desire of hiding was great as your stomach slowly expanded and the doubt crept it. It was a constant battle. But the brunette never judged you for it.

"Thank you for trying to fix me," you whispered into the dark of the night, her arms firmly around your body as she leaned against the headboard of your bed. Spencer involuntarily pulled you closer to her and kissed your temple. Her head rested on yours, occasionally checking the mirror to see if you were eating. "You are trying to restore yourself, I am just your little support. You do not need me."

You did not know what to say to that, so you fell silent, but thought about the line she had uttered. This time the brunette was wrong, you needed her more than you would ever admit. The second time you started crying that night was not because you were hungry, but rather for the girl who you had become- so terrified of loving yourself.

“Hey do not cry,” she hummed quietly to herself, pulling your face up towards her. The pads of her thumbs wiped the salty tears from your face as her eyes lost in yours. Spencer was protective of you, knowing that all she could do was be there for you and pick you up when you could not do it yourself. You had to fight for yourself and stop the evil voices in your head from A telling you negative things about yourself. You were not ugly or fat like you thought. In her eyes, you were the most perfect person in the world and she loved you just the way you were.

"You are beautiful and we can do this, together." her voice was thick with emotion and the faint sobbing of the night echoed off the cold walls of your room. Despite the dark and heavyhearted atmosphere, something had changed inside both of you. You wanted to change, wanted to become a person who accepted herself and proudly loved her body. Not just for her, but for you.

Spencer, on the other hand, understood that after that evening, her feelings were not just based on friendship, but became more sensitive. Her heart loved you in good and bad times and she would fight with you, no matter what.

[rutilefearless]

Caught on cam

Todoroki shoto x FEM!sibling!reader

‼️ warning ‼️

Swear words, paparazzi, annoying classmates, mentions of the word "sex" (educational purposes), Reader also has endeavors looks sorry :'>. Reader uses her mother's last mame, The words aren't edited half way cuzz I'm lazy btw reader is a minor probably around 13 or 14.

 

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it was a lovely day at one of the Highschools in Musutafu. Students were doing their thing like running by the halls, ranting in the bathroom, and making out at shady places. The school bell rang indicating that it was time for lunch

[Name] was planning eating outside school at a boba shop to find peace and quiet, along with her friend Minju who is a fellow introvert but not as blunt as her since the personality runs in her family.

As [Name] was heading towards the gate, hse heard girls and boys whispering about a boy by the gate saying he's from UA and won 2nd place at the sports festival, now what was a UA student doing at a highschool and outside the school campus. She arrived near the gate but stopped walking once she saw a very familiar figure standing by the gate holding a bento, the bento he held was the reason why [Name] and Minju are headed outside of school and also the reason why the school guard allows them to do so.

The boy in UA uniform as looking around obviously searching for someone until he held eye contacts with the same terquise eyes, [Name]s face deadpanned as a strand of her red hair got into her face. She could only stand there and stare with a face that says "what-in-the-world". The boy by the gate with similar terquise eyes and red hair form the left side of his face approached the girl seeing as her feet was stuck on the ground.

"Well...seems like our Boba date is cancelled." Minju sigh while [Name] groans. Minju gave [Name] a pat on her shoulders before leaving giving both sibling some privacy.

All the students eyes were focused on the boy and [Name] as he approaches her with the bento, [Name] still frozen in her place.

He finally stopped Infront of [Name] as the students began the gossips.

"What are you doing here?"

"You left your bento."

"You could've just texted me."

"it's not like you were gonna reply."

"Still I was about to leave for boba."

"Rice is important."

"Bold coming form a soba only eater."

"I'm only worried, please do take your bento with you next time."

"...I will."

[Name] took the bento from his hand without touching his fingers, he then build up the courage to put his hands on her head and pattd it. [Name]s checks went red from the fuzzy feeling she gets whenever the boy upfront gives her affection.

"Shoto..."

"...yes?"

"Why are you outside of UA? And how exactly did you get my bento?."

"...through hard work?"

"...I-...never mind that, thank you though and I'm sorry if I got you into trouble by bringing me lunch, your school is farther than mine." [Name] sighs looking down in shame and embarrassment.

"It's okay, atleast you get to eat, I have to go now, please take care and finish your bento, you got me worried there." Shoto said reassuring the upset girl upfront by putting his hands from her head to her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I was about to go buy some boba tho." The girl sighs in disappoinment feeling deflated.

The boy could only smile and chuckle lowly enough for anyone to not notice, amused by the girls small tantrum.

You can still get boba though, just hide your bento." He says "I have to go now, see you for dinner, take care."

" Yeah...you too." [Name] softly said, and with that the boy left leaving her standing with her bento.

"[Name],behind you." She heard Minju say. She turned around to see a large crowd of people or...students, whispering, giggling and staring at the scene.

"Well, would you look at that...freshly made tea." Minju whispers towards [Name].

"Definitely." [Name] mumbles.

"Omg!! Himura!!! Was that your boyfriend!!!??"

"You're dating THE Todoroki Shoto?!!!"

"OMG!! I can't believe he's from UA!!"

"he's hot!!" "Man you're so lucky!!!"

"Let's get out of here." [Name] mumbles, as she grabs Minjus wrist and hurriedly walked towards the gates as the students behind won't stop teasing and following. Nearing by the gate, the guard saw both of the girls distress and understood the situation. The moment [Name] and Minju step out of the school grounds, the guard then used his quirk to manipulate metal and closed the gate immediately.

"Sorry about that girls, I saw what happened. I'm glad there wasn't any paparazzi near." The guard said, nahh this man knew nothing about [Name] and the UA boy but students were too young for the media to create such scandals and he worried that it might happen to the children at school.

"Thank you Mr. Hanagaki." Minju pants while [Name] started dusting her skirt.

"Headed at the boba shop?" The guard asks.

"Yes please, can we?" [Name] asked polite.

"Sure, go on. These gremlin ls won't stop either way, hopefully they go back and mind their own damn business." The guard mutters.

>۞ 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥 ۞<

"This isn't why I used my mother's last name." [Name] sighs, slurping on her boba rather aggressively. "Now I can't convince them seeing as how out last names are different, even worse is that they can't tell we literally look the same."

"You have a point." Minju slurps on her boba the opposite way [Name] did.

""See for dinner" ughh what was he thinking? Now everyone thinks it's a date." [Name] grunts Micki her brothers tone and voice "Look I get that he's worried, but what if-"

"Girl shut it and finish your lunch, we'll talk somewhere private. You'll never know sasaeng fans are around." Minju taunts.

"Those people still exist?!"

"No...I just like to scare you."

>۞ 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥 ۞<

The whole class hour was very uncomfortable because no matter where the two goes all they could here we're whispers and giggles, some even glared at the two. Both were not allowing the other to get separated no matter the situation Incase the other gets bombarded with students.

"[Name] Todoroki." A classmate whispered form another seat.

"Cut it out! Please continue Himura." The teacher scolds the student and focuses back on [Name].

"W-well cells are to divide differently since there two types of cell division, mitosis and meiosis." [Name] slightly stutter at the start but managed to keep composer. "Mitosis is for the body cell while Meiosis is for the um- sex cells."

"Well done Himura, you may sit down"

"I wonder what Todoroki's thinking about." A random guy at the back whispers.

"I wonder what a knucklehead like him is thinking about." Minju whispers towards [Name] who smirks.

"Was I talking to you?" He grunts.

"Did I mention a name? Unless you are actually a knucklehead." Minju mumbles back.

The guy scoffed, he was offended yes, but it was better to shut up than get in trouble. For once he used his brain.

The school bell rang again after three subjects and all students began to stood up from their seats while [Name] ran towards Minju and help her shove their stuff not giving a damn about their poor notebooks getting bend. Both ran outside the halls as fast as they can ignoring the scolds and teases from around them.

"No running by the halls!!!!"

"she's excited for her date!!!"

>۞ 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥 ۞<

Minju bid [Name] goodbye seeing her house just three steps ahead and went to the other side to her home too. She reached the door but paused, letting out a long sigh before sliding the door open. She took of her shoes and aligned it but noticed the only foot wear she saw was Shotos outdoor shoe and the other members indoor shoe, she ignored it and took her fluffy slippers headed towards the kitchen to look for left over mochi. She noticed the place being so silent, it wasn't unusual since she was sometimes left at home but this time it was with Shoto. The only thing she could practically hear were the birds outside and here brothers thuds and grunts from his training room, she admired how Shoto is still training even if he wasn't told to and she admired how dedicated he was to be a hero without their fathers personality engraved on his reputation. But... that's also the reason why she hates him, the whole Todoroki family knows how [Name] resent every each one of them, even Fuyumi. She just can't help but be manipulated by her own thoughts and loneliness causing her to be so independent and hate every being that breathes, aside from her best friend and Touya, but to keep her good girl image she had to keep her mouth shut.

She lazily walked her way to the fridge but noticed a paper stocked to it.

"Hi bb [Name], I know you'll be the one to read this since you usually look for mochi and Shoto always go straight to his training room, anyways. I won't be home since I have lots of papers to sign, Natsou is studying late and dad's on nightshift.

I left some ingredients in the fridge since you know how to cook better than Shoto T^T, and yes there is mochi but eat dinner before eating sweets. Love you, take care!!

-love, Yumi nee-san ♥"

[Name] chuckled at Fuyumis honest way to describe Shotos cooking.

"Well let's get started."

To be continued...

Lols I got bored so want u want p.2? Alright bb ♥️

[lover-of-mine]

I guess I overthink the pattern of the use of different colors with Buck now and I NEED to talk about the use of the orange range of the color wheel in his wardrobe.

Because like, it's the therapy color, is the color he's wearing when we find out he's seeing Dr. Copeland (on 4x02). (Go back to therapy Buck)

But looking for all the colors he wears, I noticed he's wearing a darker shade of it when he first talks to Mackey which is the thing that starts the lawsuit which is interesting when you look at the way Buck's loneliness makes him do stupid shit and yes, the lawsuit happens before the therapy, but the therapy session is literally where he talks about hiding "his true feelings" so the use of the same color he's wearing here is interesting (on 3x04)

Because he turns loneliness into resentment leading to the whole mess with the lawsuit and it all starts in fucking burnt orange. And it's also the color he's wearing in the situation that ends the lawsuit mess, so nice little full-circle moment where he thinks he's not enough without the uniform but saves 2 people without it (on 3x06).

But what are other moments baby boy is in this color?

When he's at madney's apartment stress baby proofing it before he tells Maddie about the therapy but is also very vague about why he needs therapy. And also when he tells Maddie about how she called him sad and lonely and how he's fine but just wants to be "finer" which, you know, doesn't really feel like he's being completely honest. (on 4x03)

Also when he finds out about Daniel and we all know he represses the shit out of that information. And the thing about the scene where he finds out about him is that he's making light of what Maddie's baby box means to him then he gets hit in the face with a 30-year-long lie and he just walks away (on 4x04 and 4x05).

Also when he's lying to Chim about not knowing about why Maddie left. A lighter more yellow shade, but still in the same range.

And outside the family drama, we have the first time we see him and Taylor in what could be interpreted as a date. They're grabbing lunch, no hookups in the bathroom or leaving him with his pants down in a parking lot, just them talking, hanging out. Buck is talking around his point because he needs something from Taylor, I wouldn't say he's hiding true feelings here unless we want to discuss how soon after we see them reconnect, Buck decided he wanted more with her and the hiding thing is him saying she's just a friend, but it's a possibility (on 4x11)

But it is interesting when you pair that with the fact that he was also wearing that color on his first date with Natalia because if we want to talk about Buck hiding his true feelings, that boy being all bashful about his death is definitely high up on the list (on 6x15).

And the second date too, where he's all this is the real Evan Buckley but we can hear the narrator's voice going "this was not the real Evan Buckley" (rip math powers :/) (on 6x17)

He's also wearing it after the blackout when he lets Eddie walk away after he pretty much told him to break up with Ana and Eddie tells him he's doing it and when we see him alone in the loft after (on 5x03).

This particular interpretation of this particular chain of events can absolutely be called a stretch, but, how excited Buck looks asking Eddie if Chris already knows he's going home and the way he walks into the loft looking defeated and the way he says "hey honey I'm home" to the ceiling can absolutely be seen as "this is not the home I want to be in" considering the way Buck is bad with being alone, he just spent 5 days at the station with most of the people he loves and the first thing he does when he notices Eddie in the locker room is to ask about Chris, maybe he was waiting for an invitation from Eddie? Feels plausible to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He's also wearing it when Taylor kisses him and consequentially when he goes to see Eddie after he wakes up. Because when he's talking to Taylor he's making light of the way he went up that crane and when he's talking to Eddie he's severely downplaying how affected he is about the situation so Eddie won't worry about him (all of the below are on 4x14).

And there's the major I'm hiding how I'm truly feeling moment that he's wearing this color, because he's wearing it during the will reveal.

Because let's be real, Buck is not saying anything about how he's really feeling in this scene, Eddie completely shifts his worldview in 5 minutes but he doesn't say it. He just accepts it.

And that leading to him standing by the door, not going in, watching Eddie and Christopher? Come on.

(Side note, he's wearing this burnt orange/ochre color in every major conversation he has in this episode, except for when he's talking to Carla about how it's all affecting Chris, where he's wearing grey, and when Taylor comes back and they get together, where he's wearing black, so neutral colors in a sense, there's also the uniform but the uniform doesn't count, I think the uniform counts as neutral, except for when he's telling Christopher about what happened when he's wearing red and honestly, I think it's the only bit of the episode that he's being honest about how he feels about the situation which is interesting with the use of color with him)

I'm gonna tell you it's also the color of the couch his mother picked for no reason really I just noticed and felt like sharing lol

I can't think of any other uses of this color so I think this is all for now.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Demon Jesse

As she put on the glowing pink lipstick, Jesse thought about something. All her life, Jesse wanted to be with the Stacies, but she always miss that chance every time. Terry then knocks on the door.

Terry: muffling Jesse? You almost done?

Jesse: Uh yeah, I’m done. I’m heading out now.

Jesse walks out of the door tiredly as she heads to her room. She then puts on her pajamas and looks at the mirror sadly.

Music in the background: “Beautiful” from Christina Aguilera

Jesse then heads to bed as she sheds a little tear in her eye, as if she was feeling left out by her transformed family. But as she falls asleep, a glow appears on herself. She then started to have nightmares like Turning Red, one that involves her two adults, her brothers and the Stacies and their friends insulting and blaming her for ruining their lives, a muscular demon looking at her, a spirit of a demon flying through and a shadow of herself as something terrible….. a muscular monstrous demon Shlorpian! Jesse awakes form her nightmares in fear as she breathes in and out in tears.

Jesse: Nnnnooooo! breathes in and out as she begins to cry

Yumyulack: wakes up Hey Jesse, what’s wrong? You having a nightmare?

Jesse: breaks down in tear as she hugs Yumyulack Oh Yumyulack, it was horrible. Everybody was blaming me, there was a monster and I turned into one and…and…

Yumyulack: Hey it’s okay. Just get some rest, you’ll be fine in the morning.

Jesse worriedly head back to her bed and head back to sleep. But then, the next morning…

Jesse: yawning

Terry: yelling from downstairs Kids! Breakfast is ready!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Coming.

After Yumyulack finished getting ready for school, Jesse heads into the restroom. But once she looks at the mirror, she suddenly sees glittering spots all over her body with different shades of pink as she gasp in horror.

Jesse: screams in horror as she slams the door

Korvo: Jesse?! Damn it Terry, did you scare her about this puberty thing again?

Terry: What? Pfft, no. That’s ridiculous, Jesse’s growing up, she knows about this stuff! starts gloobering

Korvo: sigh I know what she needs.

Jesse quickly started to panic as she looks around her body.

Jesse: Oh my God! What is happening to me?! crying but stops once she realizes something Wait a minute, I look perfect! This is just like what the Stacies use to wear. I think my luck is changing! The girls are so gonna love it! I’m gonna be the most popular girl in school!

Jesse’s imagination daydream shows up inside her head as it shows the Stacies and their friends adoring Jesse’s new look.

Stacy K: Oh my God Jesse, you look so fucking cool!

Stacy F: I totally wanna be your friend!

Dylan: Kiss me Jesse!

The daydream ended once Korvo knocks on the door.

Jesse: gasp Korvo!

Korvo: Jesse! Jesse, open the door! I got the stuff you need!

Jesse: puts on a pink jacket Yes. Thank you so much.

Korvo: Here you go. Just in case you start your zeroid. hands her puberty stuff

Jesse: Gee thanks Korvo. Well, better get ready. Better get breakfast.

Later, the Replicants head to school. Jesse head inside the girls’ bathroom where she takes off her coat.

Stacy F: offscreen Holy fuck! Jesse?

Jesse turns around and gasp to see the Stacies and their friends looking at her.

Stacy K: Oh my God! That’s so fucking cool.

Marie: You like a princess.

Stacy F: Do you wanna hang after lunch?

Jesse: Yes. suddenly notices a horn appearing on her forehead Huh?

Stacy F: Great see you then!

As the Stacies and their friends left, Jesse started to panic once she notices the horns looks like a demons’ horn as she panics.

Jesse: Oh no! This is awful, I have to do something or the Stacies are gonna kill me! gets a pink hat and puts it on her Phew. Okay, time to get Stacied!

A montage occurs which involved Jesse hanging out with the Stacies and their friends while Jesse tries to hide her horns. Yumyulack grows worried and suspicious about his sister. Later, he heads home where Korvo and Terry were busy restraining themselves due to their side effects from their monster forms.

Yumyulack: Korvo! Terry! We need to talk, I think Jesse is hiding something and-

Korvo: holding his arm that is glowing blue Not right now Yumyulack. Terry and I are busy trying to control ourselves.

Terry: restraining his arm that is growing green cat fur and it glows light green Korvo, we have to keep trying! We have to gain control before-

Yumyulack: I know how! You guys, we have been controlling ourselves by not letting our frustrations get the best of us. We just kept on going whenever trouble burst around here. Because, we’re the Solar Opposites!

Korvo: He’s right! We have to stop! We have full control!

Terry: We got this guys!

As said, Korvo and Terry manage to gain control as their arms turn back to normal. Suddenly, Terry sees the glowing pink lipstick Jesse put on and grow suspicious.

Terry: What the?

Later, in the lab, Korvo gasp once he ran DNA tests on the lipstick as the gang screams in horror.

Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: That thing can turn someone into a demon?!

Korvo: But who used it? None of us are even girls! Damn it!

Suddenly, the three aliens’ eyes shrink in horror as they suddenly realized in horror who put it on.

Terry: Holy fuck! Jesse!

Terry quickly got in the taxi and tells the cab driver where to drop him off. Back with Jesse, she tried her best to hide her looks, only for her to grow taller and muscular and her horns grow larger too as her hands develop claws on them.

Jesse: Aw man, this is getting worst, but at least the Stacies didn’t know.

Suddenly, she hears talking and laughing coming from outside as she hears the Stacies.

Stacy K: Can you believe that loser Jesse totally believed we wanted her to be our friend? laughing That bitch is really a slut.

Stacy F: Yeah, we only hang out with her because the sparkles.

Dee Dee: I know, what a loser.

The Stacies and their friends laugh as Jesse turned around in shock with a jaw drop.

Jesse: All this time… the Stacies only liked me…. voice suddenly gets distorted FOR MY SKIN?! growls I can’t believe they fucking tricked me! Those fucking skanks! smashes a mirror with her fist as her eyes started to glow dark pink Ugh, I can’t believe this! Why doesn’t anyone care about me for being me?!

Terry: runs into the school once he suddenly sees the sunset and gasp Oh no! Jesse!

Back in the girls restroom, Jesse growls as she finishes growing, her back gained magenta demon wings, her teeth became demon fangs and she started to growl once the Stacies enter the room.

Stacy F: What the fuck?!

Demon Jesse: roars loudly

Stacy K: Aaaaahhh! It’s a monster! Run!

The girls ran for their lives as Terry runs past through them and gasp once he saw Jesse finishing her transformation. The full moon then appears and Terry turns around to see the moon as he starts transforming.

Terry: Oh shit.

Terry turns into his werecat, and after yowling at the moon, sniffs for Jesse as he growls. Suddenly, he sees a mysterious being with dark pink eyes. Once he turns on the lights, he sees Jesse, now a monstrous she-demon with a ruined dress growling at him.

Werecat Terry: gaining the ability to speak but with a different voice Holy fuck! Jesse?!

Demon Jesse: Roar!

Jesse the punches on Terry and begins to attack him in blind rage as they got out of the school while Terry tries his best to restrain Jesse.

Werecat Terry: Jesse, stop! You have control yourself. You’ve gone crazy!

Demon Jesse: Nooo!

Werecat Terry: Aaah, my poor Jesse! She’s gonna crazy! What do I d-

Before he could do something, Jesse grabs him and prepares to lift him but suddenly, Jesse’s demon eyes became normal as she tries to regain most of her sanity.

Demon Jesse: normal voice No-ho!

Jesse quickly drops Terry as he groans but suddenly, sees Jesse growing scared as her voice grows distorted again.

Werecat Terry: Now’s my chance. walks up to Jesse Jesse, it’s me. Terry, your adult. It’s gonna be okay sweetie. Korvo and I are gonna help you. We’ll figure out this transformation thing, but please control yourself, babygirl.

Jesse then tries to attack Terry again, but then Terry quickly grabs her hand and starts soothing her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh.

Demon Jesse: T-Terry?

Werecat Terry: Yes sweetie, it’s me. Terry.

Demon Jesse: I-I’m… what happened to me? I’m so scared! Terry, what am I gonna do? I’m a monster…….breaks down in tears as Terry comforts her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh. There there Jesse-bear. Terry’s here. It’s gonna be okay. I got you.

Terry soothes Jesse as a scene flashes back to a memory of Terry soothing Jesse as a infant. The scene switches back to the present as Jesse calms down and smiles at Terry. The adult and replicant hug each other “Father and Daughter” from Paul Simon played in the background as the two decided to head home.

Werecat Terry: Come on Jesse-bear. Let’s go home.

Unknown to them, Miss Frankie has been watching them this whole time as she growls in fury.

Miss Frankie: That’s it! I had it! Time to take matters into my own hands!

[afro-hispwriter]

I disagree with you, I think the portrayal of Carries school life if entirely plausible. Kids can be very cruel.

One time when I was I was 13 I put a tampon in the back pocket of my jeans so I could discreetly change my tampon but before I went to the bathroom I decided to go put my gym clothes back in my locker. When I crouched down to reach my locker the tampon fell out off my back pocket. I hadn’t noticed it fell out but I could hear people laughing behind me. When I got up and turned around and saw people looking at me and pointing me out to their friends I realized that they were laughing at me. I didn’t understand why until I looked down and saw the tampon I had planned on using laying on the floor. I pretended I didn’t notice any of it and just walked away, hoping that everyone would just move on and find something else to laugh at but I wasn’t so lucky. For the next two and a half years people called me bloody Mary and refused to let me sit anywhere during lunch, I had to either eat alone in the bathroom or hide in a classroom but if I wanted to eat with my friends in the cafeteria or plaza I had to eat standing up so that I “wouldn’t bleed on the seats”. It got so bad that a substitute teacher actually thought that that was my name and called me Mary for the whole lesson, my name is Hannah and I was to shy to correct him. A few times people squirted red paint in my bag. The teacher said they couldn’t help because I couldn’t prove who the culprits were. The only reason it ended was because my family moved for my parents work.

I’m very happy for you that you’ve never experienced bullying as bad as in that movie but I can personally assure you that it does happen

damn thats a terrible thing, i only say it would never happened bc it never happened in my hs. someone dropped a feminine product, either we all ignored it or maybe someone will hand it back to you(never guaranteed bc you was on your ownnn💀), we’d only make a big deal if you were a nasty bitch and left your used product unwrapped for everyone to see, bc thats DID happen

[queentheweeb]

Alpha Koji Koda X Omega Mezo Shoji

Shoji is well aware that someone that looks like him should not be an Omega. He has been told that his whole life since he presented at the young age of four. The only people who didn't care that he was an Omega is his family. They were Alphas in his family though so it was weird that he was an Omega but, they didn't make it a big deal. They just did a lot of research and made sure he was comfortable and reassured. Being a '6"2 muscled male Omega teen was hard. He had to hide his secondary gender when no one believed him growing up calling him a liar. It was when he went through his first heat at 13 years old and he didn't have any scent patches that his classmates believed him. It made him an even bigger freak to them than he already was. 

Flashback

"How do you look like that and be an Omega?"

"He wants to be a hero! Ha! Omegas are not meant to be heroes"

"He's better off being someone's bitch to give pups to." He winced particularly hard at that comment.

"If he finds an Alpha desperate enough to stand the sight of him" That made him go to the bathroom and spend the rest of the lunch period crying his eyes out, smelling distressed. Was it smart of him to scent the bathroom, isolated? No, it wasn't. He regretted it when the door slammed open and he heard an audible click. His crying seized only to be taken over by panic. They smelled like an Alpha.

"Smells like Omega." He just knows the asshole was looking at the stall he was in. "You can come out, pretty Omega. I won't hurt you." Mezo was tempted not to come out. He had an idea though. Usually, everyone backed out when they saw what he looked like. Stealing his nerves he slowly opened the stall and took a tentative step before standing to his full height. To his surprise, the Alpha was someone he has seen before. He got left back and therefore was two years older than Mezo instead of one or a few months. Mezo was the baby of his class. The guy surprisingly was Mezo's height. When did he go through a growth spurt?

"What do you want?" Mezo was very cautious and was ready to bolt. He rather not fight but, he will if the need arises. 

"I just wanted to give you my number! It's nice to know it was a familiar face even though I am surprised. I always thought you were an Alpha" He took a step forward into Mezo's personal space to sniff "What a wonderful surprise Mezo." He pulled back and went back to the bathroom door unlocking it/ Mezo didn't want to think too hard about the implications of that. "I will make sure you're not a stranger." Mezo felt very unsafe

Flashback end

Mezo slapped the side of his head a little to get out of memory lane. He did not have a good experience with that Alpha and that situation that happened is the main reason Mezo did not announce he was an Omega when he started U.A. He figured they wouldn't be too judgmental about it but, he rather has been safe than sorry. He waited the first-month making friends and having the beta's and omega's in his class flock to him for just about everything. Protection from Mineta? He was the go-to. Taste tester? He was the go-to. Opinions on quirks? He was the go-to. Random strength tests against Bakugo and Kirishima without quirks? He was the go-to. Cuddle piles? He was the first one because of his size and his arms. He didn't mind it in the slightest. His Omega preened at the attention. Even though none of them knew yet. He remembers what helped him was in fact Mineta in a weird way 

Flashback

"After learning All Might is in fact an Omega solidified the fact that your second gender doesn't define you." Denki had looked at him in shock 

"Who are you and what have you done with Mineta?" They bickered back and forth for a little bit before talking again 

"For real! Anyone can be an Omega or an Alpha! Mezo could be an Omega-" He was cut off by Denki 

"That is very unlikely. Do you see the muscles on that guy? Then again All Might has way more muscles...."

Flashback end

Mezo had let that fester a bit in the back of his head for a while. After the USJ attack and class 1a formed a pack that's when he decided that enough was enough. He had decided to announce it when they were appointing that all the Alphas were to take turns with whatever. The whole class was in the common room area when Bakugo and Tenya were barking out orders.

"So the two head Alphas will be Bakugo and Tenya followed by Izuku, Shoto, Tokoyami, Jiro, Koda, Shoji-" Shoji cleared his throat at that gaining the attention of everyone in the room. It was now or never.

"I am not an Alpha." It was quiet before murmurs broke out a bit.

"Oh, so you're a beta? That explains why when I was talking about ruts you looked lost." Mezo swallowed the laugh that was about to come out. To the class, the only Omegas were Ojiro, Aoyama, Ochako, and Asui. Everyone else was Alphas and Betas. 

"I'm an Omega." The silence was deathly for three seconds before questions erupted from left, right, above, and below. 

"How did you manage to hide your second gender?"

"What suppressants do you use?"

"Oh my god, we have another Omega! Cuddle piles are going to be amazing."

"Did you get a heat yet?" He paid no mind to Mineta's question but listened and responded to everyone else in the room. He decided he was already deep in the hole he might as well go the whole way. He used his hand to slowly peel off his scent patch for a second, scented the air, and, then put it back on watching everyone's reaction.

"Wow, Shoji! You smell really damn good!" It was Dark Shadow and it set off a chain reaction from everyone. Beta's are not affected by heat or ruts however, they can still scent. All of Mezo's worries were for nothing it seemed.

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Mezo was going through it right along with the rest of his class. It had been a few months and quite a few things have happened. Besides the attack on USJ, the Kamino Ward Incident happened when the training camp turned disastrous. Deku fought Muscular to save Koda, Dark Shadow went ballistic and knocked out Moonfish, they were attacked by the LOV and their master AFO. A battle between him and All might happened, All Might won but at the cost of his quirk and his title as the number one hero. Then for whatever God-forsaken reason, the LOV teamed up with Chisaki. That turned into a full-blown brawl with heroes and some students - Ochako, Deku, Kirishima, Asui, and the big three- where a cute little girl named Eri was saved, Chisaki and his crew thrown in Tartarus. It was a very rough and emotional time especially since Deku has a horrible knack for getting himself almost killed weekly. Other than that though, there were a lot of positive that happened. One major positive was that they all moved into dorms which was a good thing. No one bothered wearing scent patches and being touchy-feely was both normal and wanted.

"Mezo-kun how does this feel?" At the moment he was shopping with the rest of the Omegas in the class in a specialty store. They took one look in his room and decided it needed to be softer, cozier. He secretly agreed. 

"I like how this feels." He is choosing to speak with his real mouth even though it's behind a mask. Only in public, he wears a mask, in the safety of his dorm he doesn't. Or unless he's hot enough and says fuck it. He didn't get a negative response from his class but, old habits die hard. 

"I'm buying you this plush! I'm not taking no for an answer." Aoyama insisted on paying for everything and apparently his parents were the number 1 and 2 heroes in France so they had money to spare. A lot of it. By the end of it, Mezo had 8 plush, 6 blankets, and a few pillows. He felt very cared for. Once in the safety of the dorms, scent patch out he let his sweet pleased scent permeate the air. It hit his intended target which happened to be Koda. Koda was shy by nature but, it was no surprise to Shoji that he was an Alpha. He's the only one in the class who's taller than Shoji by an inch. He and Sato saw eye to eye at the same height.

"I'm heading up to my room." He slinked silently with the bags to his room unaware that a pair of eyes were following him. Once he made it to his room he was surprised to see a rabbit plush and a duck plush. Attached to the card was a note.

"I think you know who this is from. Hint: I love animals. I promise to use my voice tonight. If you would allow me to come into your room?"

Shoji was on cloud nine. He knew it was Koda. The Alpha's scent was on the plush toys and the card. Mezo had no shame in taking his mask off, shoving his face into the plush, and taking a deep inhale. Something snapped inside him and he found himself making a newfound nest. He had plenty of nesting supplies from his family but, he added all the new things into it. It took 20 minutes to re-arrange everything perfectly but, by the end, he had a fluffy safe haven. He changed into some pajamas and laid down in the center to cuddle the blankets and plush toys. He stayed there for an hour before he got hot and hungry. He got up, left his nest, showered, and put on new pajamas. He headed downstairs where everyone was cooking. He chose not to wear his mask nervous but a little uncaring. They proved they didn't care about how he looked because it didn't change who he was.

"Here octo-arms." He was given a large plate of food. "Eat all of it, I want to see an empty plate before you leave." Bakugo was brash but, he cared. He cared for everyone in their own special way. Dinner went by smoothly with Shoji sitting next to Koda the whole time. They decided to sit at the table waiting for everyone to finish. Mezo had to fight down a blush when he felt Koda's hands trace patterns on his thigh under the table all while holding a conversation with Tokoyami and Ojiro. He thanked God he had a poker face because when Koda started massaging his thigh while simultaneously intertwining their legs together? He was going to have an aneurysm. His saving grace came in the form of a movie that everyone insisted on watching. He ended up being cuddled with some new people including Koda. Koda was on the couch next to him since he was on the floor. He was using a hand to run his fingers through Mezo's hair scratching his scalp from time to time. Mezo ended up falling asleep without even knowing it. 

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Mezo woke up to darkness and a weight underneath him. He didn't remember falling asleep at all. He went to sit up but where he rested his hands it was muscle instead of soft cushions. He turned to see the culprit and he had a sneaking suspicion about who it was. "Koji?"

"...Yeah it's me." Shoji was floored. He was on his crush. He was laying on top of his crush. 

"Aren't I heavy?" Smooth Mezo, smooth. Let all your insecurities out why don't you? He let out a light gasp when he felt two hands push him up and then bring him back down flush against the warm body.

"You're not heavy at all. I like the weight." There was no stuttering in hearing range so, Mezo decided to file that for later. Mezo was at a loss of words for a second before he had an idea.

"I really liked the rabbit and duck. It's cute and very soft. Smells like you too." Koji let out a noise. 

"Um...you like the way I smell? Oh, I know it's weird at the moment but, it's easier to talk to you in the dark about feelings. I won't sound like an idiot trying to explain myself." Mezo thinks that pheromones are fucking with his head because this Koji was a totally different Koji than the one he saw in the daytime. He likes both of them. Mezo felt flustered this time.

"Yeah, heh. You smell really nice. You're also really really sweet to me and you were one of the first people to accept me and not be disgusted by my appearance." He felt soft hands on his face turning him towards where he assumed Koji's face is.

"There is nothing wrong or disgusting about you. You have a pretty face. There is no shame in having muscles as an Omega. There is no shame in being a tall Omega. There is no right way to be an Omega. I think you're perfect." Koji allowed his hand to move from his cheek to the middle of his back where he pressed him closer. "It's 10 PM we have time to catch some sleep here until we leave for our own rooms around 4 ish. It's the weekend so Aizawa shuts off the cameras on Friday nights. We are safe." Well if Koji wasn't worried then neither was Mezo. He settled down on top of the Alpha's chest for the night. They have a lot more questions and things to talk about but, for now, Mezo was just happy to be cuddling on his favorite person.

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I adore Omega Shoji. If I have to single-handedly raise the fics for Omega Shoji then I will!

[eddieheart]

OLD WORLD

(Part 2)

Fandom: 911

Pairings: NONE

Words: 450

Description: Old habits, die hard and Buck falls back into a routine.

Part 1:

Buck took a deep steadying breath, staring into mirror, gazing into his reflection solemnly. Of course he did what he always did, prayed. He still prayed, he didn't know why. Maybe the habit had just stick with him.

He had a lot of habits from his old life, getting up at 5:30 (even on his days off), doing chores around the house just after he'd woken up, morning prayer, then work around the house, always finished off by prayer before bed.

On days he worked, staggering 24 hour shifts at a time, he prayed in secret. He'd lock himself away in the bathroom or the locker room and recite a small prayer.

So here he sat on the probably disgusting bathroom floor, hands folded at his chest, book on his lap and eyes firmly closed.

"O Lord, Almighty God and Heavenly Father, you who know and recognize everyone's heart and failings, I ask you to help and comfort me during my great distress. Forgive me my sins and misdeeds, which I have committed against you in word or deed, action or omission, knowingly or unknowingly."

He wasn't embarrassed per say, he just didn't want anyone to know. Maybe he was ashamed of his old life, of what he was taught and taught to believe. After all this time it was habit he couldn't seem to break no matter how hard he wanted to.

Like Bobby, Buck had his own little black book, filled with scribbles, small notes. It wasn’t common, it was something his parents made him do after Maddie left. To fill a book with all his sins.

More often then not now the same few words were written down after shift. Lustful thoughts- Eddie. He knew it wasn't a sin, he knew it wasn't bad but every day without fail he found his finger griped around a pencil writing the same damn words.

The door to the bathroom opened, Buck quickly shoved the book into his jacket that lay skewed accros the floor.

"Hey Buck we got lunch going on, you coming?" Chimney asked.

He nodded in response, plastering a fake smile on his face. His friend walked away with a smile. Another few for the book then. Lying to Chimney, hiding things from his team.

He scampered up the steps like a timid dog quickly falling into his place at the table and getting his helping of dinner. They didn't normally say grace at the firehouse, if they were a family dinner maybe, but not often. It was something he still felt guilty for.

Maybe it wasn't guilt, the residual stain of his parents teachings on his brain. What he was told to feel.

@buggylad

[reylin-alloro]

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Warnings: Intrusive thoughts

It was Saturday evening, the day I broke up with my first ever boyfriend. Well, in my situation, it would be more appropriate to call it ghosting him. I didn't want anything to do with him any more, and me and my parents needed to move from France to the USA because of my mum's job, so I took the easy way out of the relationship by blocking him everywhere. Was it a shitty thing to do ? Yes, absolutely. I have no excuses. Did I care about it ? No. I wasn't gonna see him anyway, so why not take the opportunity to face no consequences for my actions.

In all honesty, I didn't even like him. He was my friend before everyone in class started shipping us two, saying we would make a great couple. Some even though that we were a couple and just were hiding it. So I took the chance. But I'm honestly unlucky 70% of the time, so I have no idea what the hell I was thinking back then when I took that decision and asked him out. I probably wasn't thinking period.

He wasn't even my type to begin with, depression made out 95% of his personality, and the rest was him being a weirdo with his friends. And his looks ? He was frankly one of the most unattractive guys that I ever met. Looking back at it, I can guarantee you that the only reason I started dating him was out of desperation, being the only one in my grade that was I senior with no previous experience in relationships.

The next Sunday, my family moved from Lyon all the way to Seattle. Took approximately 11 hours to arrive there, plus 2 to actually get to our new house, but when we finally did, I just put on my pyjamas and fell asleep on the sofa. Exhaustion is the only thing that cures my insomnia and I wasn't gonna let that opportunity slip away from me. The next day we began settling into our new home, it wasn't very big but given that we were upper middle class the house was pretty spacious, I even had my own bathroom inside my room. It's at that moment that I discovered the joy of being an only child.

Time skip to the next morning and I was getting ready for school. I put on a dark green t-shirt under a white long sleeved one, a pair of trousers, black leather boots, and I braided my black hair into a braid. Without waking up my parents, I went to the kitchen, ate my breakfast while I made myself lunch and then left for school. I didn't have my permit yet, so I just took the bus to school.

When I finally arrived there, I noticed two things. One, the school was so much bigger than mine that was in France, and two. Those American high school movies really didn't lie when they depicted American teenagers. Everyone was separated into groups of people that were just copied and pasted off of each other. I really hoped that the saying "Don't judge a book by its cover" applied here. I felt like I wouldn't get along with anybody, but I was still gonna try to befriend at least one person, I wasn't gonna be the loser with no friends.

As I walked through the corridors, I noticed some students my age staring at me, and I felt weird. Did I have something in my hair ? Did I look that bad to them ? My anxiety was rapidly increasing until I remembered that I was a new student enrolling in the middle of the first semester, they were probably just curious about the new face that was added to their familiar sea of students.

When I finally found my class, almost everyone was already there, including the teacher. I was about to go sit in one of the unoccupied spots when the teacher called me to the front of the class to present myself. I hated doing these, everyone was just staring at me like I was some sort of animal in a zoo. As I hid my trembling hands behind my back, I spoke:

- Hi, my name is Emily Rolland, I'm currently seventeen and I moved here from France.

I walked back to my seat and heard some whispers. The majority of them were probably not about me, but I still couldn't ignore the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I sat in the back of the classroom next to a girl. She had pretty dyed dark red hair, a lot of bracelets and... let's just say that her outfit didn't leave much to the imagination.

"She's so skinny, I wonder how easy it is to break her arms"

- Hey, what's your name ? I wasn't really paying attention.

My intrusive thoughts were abruptly interrupted by her soft voice. This wasn't the first time that I had to deal with them, I've had them since like middle school, but it didn't mean that I wouldn't feel concerned. I would just in a room and out of nowhere I would think about bloody murder for absolutely no reason. Well, I guess that's the reason they're called intrusive thoughts and not scary thoughts.

- Uh Emily Rolland

I repeat to her, paying more attention to her features. After taking a good look at her, she definitely looked Scottish, even her accent was Scottish. It felt kind of nice knowing that I wasn't the only student who wasn't from the US, even if we weren't the same nationality.

- I'm Blair Young. Since you're new here, maybe you should have lunch with me and my friends, you know, do not sit by yourself.

I nodded to her in agreement, a smile respectful smile on my face before I turn to face the teacher who was now focused on the lesson. It was maths. It wasn't my favourite subject, but it was understandable and I would surely pass it, so it was fine.

Soon the bell rang and everyone started to go to their next class. As the morning passed, I noticed that Blair was pretty much in all of my classes, which made me kinda glad that I had someone to talk to. I was hoping we could end up being friends. That idea jumped right out of my head when lunchtime finally came and I saw her group friend. Ten people at the same table, all chatting amongst themselves. The introvert inside of me was already waving red flags at me.

When Blair and I came up to them, they all turned their heads to me as I say down and started asking basic new kid questions, like where did I come from, why did I move, do I like the US so far, can I say something in French, etc... I wasn't really surprised by any of them before an unexpected question came up. "What did you think of Rayne ?" And I obviously had no idea who they were even talking about, so I asked about him.

The only thing I got as an answer was Blair nodding towards another table. And then I saw the guy in question. He was handsome, that's for sure, probably popular since they did ask me about him specifically, and they were a lot of people at his table. He looked fit, but not the kind that did sports, more like he would go spend at least half an hour suffering at the gym every day. He also kind of had a more emo style to him, with more dark clothing, piercings and chains that had no purpose but still looked somehow good on him.

The same question was asked and I responded with a simple "He looks pretty". After that, I mindlessly returned to eating my food, not knowing that these girls were not the kind to shut their mouths. They had to go around telling their friends that I found Rayne pretty, which somehow gradually developed into me wanting to him to rail me senseless at the back of his car. And by the end of the day, I figured it out. Honestly, after I got out of school, the idea of jumping in the middle of a busy road was pretty tempting.

When I returned home, both of my parents were still at work, so I was left all alone, brain rotting on my phone and dreading the upcoming day. I knew that after a week or so nobody would remember the rumour anyway, probably would even forget about me once they get used to my face, but I couldn't help but playback the numerous whispers and stares that I witnessed. Never did I think that complimenting a person would turn out so badly for me.

[sadgirldiary17]

An introduction is in order 🫀

My name is Liza. I am a fellow resident tortured poet and an avid reader. I read a lot, love getting lost in a good book, whether it be poetry, fantasy, a classic, romance or a memoir. In fact majority of my time is spent with my nose stuck in a book or in a good television show or movie.

Every 16th July, on my birthday, my melancholy and feelings of abandonment heavily overwhelm me. Not sure whether that has to do with me being the eldest daughter and having to be the third parent for all my three siblings or it’s me finally being “taken care of” that sends me down an unhealthy spiral.

I never wanted to be too mature for my age. I have never chosen that, I was forced into a mold that was made for me even before I was born. When you have siblings it’s as if you are unimportant and now you become the secondary caregiver. They expect you to be responsible, yet not too bossy. They expect you to act a certain way and make no mistakes, if you do tend to make a mistake by accident, they tend to name call you as selfish, ungrateful and overlook all the good that you have ever done.

It is exhausting carrying the weight of the whole family in your shoulders and still fill like a chronic loser. Whenever they loose the keys you are responsible. If they throw away a receipt they needed you are responsible. There is no winning. Everyday you fight your demons and no one notices the struggle. (Cue “this is me trying” by Taylor Swift or “Block me out” by Gracie Abrams) You never had a childhood because, you were being physically abused during the periods of your life that were supposed to shape you and be the most “fun” and “carefree”. You were so hurt that till this day you are scared of your own father. You were mentally abused by your friends as well. Hence, you deserted to their level and acted out horribly, treating them the way you were treated and pretending to like the things they did to fit in. Even if being their friend meant being the punching bag of the group, you would laugh when you wanted to cry. You felt and still feel misunderstood, when you try defending your honor it only ends up backfiring. Sometimes you wish you could wash your mouth with soap or just shut up.

A constant urge to scream fills your lungs daily.

“You can win a battle, but you’ll never win the war” - Olivia Rodrigo, pretty isn’t pretty,

Your whole childhood you have cried yourself to sleep, while having daily meltdowns in the locked bathroom. Due to your feelings being invalidated constantly. As if they know how I feel. English wasn’t your first language and so it felt lonely being in a school with all the children that did. No one wanted to play with you or be your friend, so a Science teacher had to sit and eat lunch with me daily, God bless her heart ♥️ . You were left to fend for yourself. At the age of 12 you realized: “if I don’t take care of myself no one will” . You were made independent because of all your scars, that you try so hard to hide. You were forced to be independent. You heard every complaint your mother or father have ever said about each other. You were always making peace, and when things went too far you were the one who distracted your sister and brothers. Comforting them when you needed to be comforted. Relying on no one but yourself.

By the age of 13 you were being bullied by two grown adult male teachers, called fat since you defended the girl you liked, you wanted to be her friend so hard - that you’d do everything for her. Even though you were the average size of every other girl in your class and therefore normal healthy bodied. Due to that situation, your impressionable self developed an eating disorder, you either overeat and stuff yourself full or fast throughout the day. Lying to your Mom that you’re pretty full from having lunch.

It’s as if the thoughtful daughter “aesthetic” was made for you. You are a cynic, a lot of times you hate yourself for that, yet you are an empath, you cry for every little inconvenience someone had to go through. Perhaps you have developed a negative connotation towards crying since your father hit you or threatened to hit you even harder when you cried. You developed a link between being cold and emotionless as being strong. You despised your emotions trying to be rational, cold, cunning and calculating at times.

You tried to neglect yourself thinking it’s better, yet when you tried taking care of yourself they labeled you as “narcissistic”. When all you have done is got yourself books on the money you made yourself. It feels as though you’re going mad every second of the day. You listen to Taylor Swift because she calms your anxiety, as if she’s holding your hand when you cry. You listen to Lana Del Rey and daydream of being a different kind of person, living in the 80s somewhere far away from everyone. Or you may listen to Olivia Rodrigo to let yourself let out that teenage angst and anger in a safe space without seeming desperate or insane. You felt a certain shame writing your visceral emotions into a diary so you had to staple the pages, rip them out or throw away the whole diary. Now that you are coming closer to becoming 18 you sit in your room and listen to “I Hate It Here” by Taylor Swift imagining a bigger world, that only your dreams provide, to which you are destined to belong.

Whatever it is you are alone at the end of the day, and truth be told have no friends to talk to.

[saiashae88]

"Failure"

I've been deeply hurt by things that were out of my control, things that happened regardless of how I felt.. school is one of them.. none of it mattered to me except for the electives I CHOSE. Waking up early was a drag, I often daydreamed and slept in class, as well as slept in the bathrooms and in the library. I let homework and assignments stack up until the last second and then felt insanely stressed, to the point of acne plaguing my face. I was depressed during the majority of high school as well as the 8th grade. My former boyfriend and I ended our relationship sophomore year after dating for around a year and that hit me like a fucking Titanic ship. Luckily I met a fun friend group to keep me uplifted. I felt so alone before meeting them. Every day was a trial to go through and I was emptied with relief as soon as I stepped home. When night fell, I grew anxious and cried myself to sleep, fearing the isolation of the next day, anticipating the heaviness of yet another trial to get through. I felt even more alone later in the years after the people closest to me had all left due to their own circumstances. From that I had been crying before sleep once again and this time DURING school as well. I remember it was the period before lunch and in this class we got to assign our own seats. Class was nearing it's end and there I sat in my desk, at the very back of the room, hiding my tears behind my jacket sleeve, afraid of spending lunch alone, scrambling in my mind of where to go, who I could possibly sit with. There was no point in going to school. The only thing pushing me to graduate was my mom whom I love, telling me I wouldn't make it--as well as the pressure to have at least a diploma in order to get a job out in the real world, but mainly to prove my mom wrong. Week after week my mother scolded and grounded me from seeing friends. To this day I have been having the same dream about being in high school all over again and failing my classes. I have had that dream about a million times since graduating. I felt like I was the disappointment of my family. I felt looked down on, like there was nothing to be expected of me, nothing to praise me for.. nothing to respect or trust in me.. that's why when my older sister said later last year, "If something were to ever happen to my husband and I, I would choose you to be my daughters guardian," I became so emotional.. because I thought no one would have faith in me to do great, like that.. to trust ME with something so precious and full of responsibility. School was torturous.. but I made the best of it. Looking back, I was blessed with multiple friend groups and individuals that really made my life, that kept joy in my heart and lent me a mind to mix with. Even though they were all temporary, they kept me afloat, and I don't think I would have made it if it weren't for them. As well as my sisters, who kept me company at home and joked around with me and loved me regardless of my so called, "failures." <3

[ghostspiritnovel]

GhostSpirit: Chapter 1

Evan Ghost steps out of the shower, towels wrapped around his head and waist. He grabs his phone and turns down the music he was playing. It's Twenty One Pilots. He looks into the mirror at his chest. Two light scars can be seen. He smiles. It has been a year since his family where able to get him top surgery. He is proud of this fact.

"Its a trophy for all the BS life throws at me, at least I can be happy in my own skin finally."

He rushes to his room to get changed. Black hoodie, blue pants with a white stripe around the thighs, and signature red beanie. With comfy clothes on he heads to the bathroom again. Looking in the mirror again, bright orange hair is a mess. Would be worse putting on the beanie now. His hair is moderately long, just enough to come down to the middle of his neck or so and peek out the back of the hat. He oddly finds brushing his hair relaxing. Texture reasons. Nice and smooth the brush slides though. His eyes are two colors, red and purple. Normally the his hair fringe hides the red one. Something about it just felt. .. Odd.

"Evan!" A woman's voice shouts from downstairs. "Are you almost done? Don't you have a call with your friends soon?"

He perks up "Oh yea! I do! Thanks mom!!... I can't believe I almost forgot."

He leaves the bathroom ready for the day.

Its 1:02pm...

Before heading to his room he heads downstairs led by his stomach and the taste for something that is not water.

"Hi mom." he says looking though the fridge. "Do we have any mango nectar juice stuff?"

Evan's mom, Cynthia Ghost, is making breakfast for lunch. "Did you drink the gallon already? We just got that!"

"Haha! I found it... damn. One cup left. Ah well." He closes the fridge and takes the mango drink to the counter.

"Evan, you know I'm proud of you right?"

He turns to his mom after grabbing a cup from the cabinet. "What did I do this time?" He asks knowing that this is a good thing and not a normal "oh no what did I do bad" thing.

"Your decision to go independent. The move."

"Oh, yea, " Even completely blocked this from his mind. Too overwhelming. "Yea, I mean like, life is a thing heh."

"Would you like some help packing?"

"PLEASE!" he finishes pouring out the drink and goes to toss the gallon jug in the recycling.

"I know, its scary, you're going to a nice place. I grew up there." She says this with a sadness.

Evan doesn't pick up on it instead thinking "ok its safe if mom lived there."

He quickly glances at the time.

"GWH!! IM GINNA BE LATE!"

"DONT SPILL!"

Evan takes his mango deliciousness upstairs to his room and sets it on a green resin coaster with a Bulbasaur Pokémon card embedded into it. He opens up discord. The call has already started.

[eddiemania]

Perfumed Confessions.

Description: He was mysterious, loud, and most of all, charming. When y/n discovered her attraction towards Hawkings High School's freak, Eddie Munson, she simply wanted to dig a hole and hide inside of it. What would her friends think of her if they ever saw them together? Despite the obstacles, she was an introvert who had the luck of being on the cheer team because of her physical abilities, surrounding herself with obnoxious jocks.

Warnings: Mention of drugs, mocking, switch!eddie, fem!y/n, unprotected sex, disapproving family

"I can well assure you the principal would love to have a little chat, Mr. Munson, don't you think?" Your biology teacher suggested. For the past five minutes, the entire class was hooked on Eddie's argument with her. The reason was the janitor who entered the class, informed her about something unknown to you, and calmly left.

"Well, I can assure you that this is bullshit. You have no right to kick me out of-" Eddie tried to argue but was soon interrupted by the classroom door opening. Everyone's whispers suddenly stopped, quietly observing Mr. Mayford, your High School's principal, greeting the biology teacher before turning his gaze to Eddie.

"Mr. Munson, could I have a moment?" He questioned. The long-haired boy was visibly stressed, twittering his foot on the ground before sighing and nodding. The second he stood up, whispers began traveling across the room once more.

As your teacher followed them outside, Jason and some of his friends who happened to be in the same class as you began chuckling. "What happened?" Your closest friend, Ally asked, her eyes focused on the three boys, "They probably found needles and syringes on the bathroom floor again, oh man!" Jason scoffed as his friends burst out laughing.

Your eyes widened the moment you noticed your friend building up a slight smile at the boy's comment, "Or maybe they found fairy dust," Hunter added, acting dizzy. You wanted to say something, defend Eddie, but you couldn't. The words simply couldn't come out of your mouth.

The second you turned away, Jason noticed your behavior shifting and immediately stood up from his seat, "y/n," he spoke, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "What's wrong?" he asked. "You're not funny, Jason," you spat out, causing him to take a step back and stare at you with confusion.

"See y/n, that's why everyone here likes you, you're so kind and..." he paused, messing with your hair, "Adorable." It didn't matter whether or not he was being sarcastic. Deep down, you knew that the only thing that mattered to being a part of that group was the cheerleader title and a pretty face. Although you enjoyed your sport, your interest in it started weakening the more of a beauty pageant it became.

"Feeling bad for even people like him." His arm was still wrapped around you when Eddie entered the class again, his gaze immediately landing on Jason and you. He didn't say anything to defend himself, he simply sat down, zipping his backpack as the lesson normally carried on.

It was the first time that you realized, but when his friends weren't around, Eddie was different. He was quiet.

After the bell notified everyone that it was time for the lunch break, your friends immediately stood up, some of them rushing outside, while some others peaked over the homework you were completing.

They waited for a minute or two before you raised your head up, noticing they were still there, "You go ahead and I'll catch up with you," You informed at which they nodded, leaving the classroom empty with just you, Eddie and the biology teacher.

"y/n, is everything alright?" The woman questioned, moving closer towards you. You raised your gaze, nodding in response. "Just some trouble with equations," you sighed. "If you need any help, I can try," she smiled.

You appreciated her effort but politely declined, watching her eventually leave the classroom. Eddie was still quiet, jotting down something you couldn't see in his messy notebook.

You carefully placed your bag over your shoulder before getting off your seat. Your heart beat faster as you approached the door. With courage, you shifted your eyes to him, a kind smile on your face. "Have a nice day," you beamed, hearing no response as you exited the room.

The rest of the week went along peacefully. You didn't get any chance to approach Eddie again, although you knew that his lack of presence around you wasn't the one thing keeping you from speaking up.

You sat at the back of your father's car as he drove, your eyes fixated on the piece of paper you were tightly holding.

"I can't get you out of my head"

"What's that smell y/n?" your father shook you out of your trance. You immediately put the perfumed note in your pocket before sighing, "What smell?" you questioned, "Didn't you overdo it with that cologne?" he rolled his eyes.

You nervously nodded, before looking out the window, "It was um..." you paused, "It was an accident,"

Giving him a message with your perfume on was definitely something you hadn't analyzed too much. You were nervous. Even if it was anonymous, anyone in the halls could see you slipping a love note into Eddie Munson's locker or bag, and you were well aware it would certainly not end well.

Your friends finding out would be the least of your problems, but once the news reached your upper-class family's ears, you would be punished for at least the following century.

They wouldn't dare to imagine their daughter even standing close to a person like him. It was unfair and cruel, but changing their minds was simply unachievable.

The moment you walked into school, people's eyes began following you. You wore a short skirt which you managed to hide from your father by putting a long coat over it, and a simple white shirt on top.

"Hey pretty," Jason immediately followed you, making you internally groan, "Good morning," you beamed, trying to not visibly seem upset by his presence. "Looking good today," he complimented, to which you kindly smiled, thanked him, and walked away.

The bell rang and the plan you came up with last night rushed through your head. You immediately started running towards biology where you knew Eddie had left his bag just to play D&D with some people he hang out with who were mostly freshmen.

You walked inside the room and immediately were greeted by your bio teacher, "y/n, you're quite early," she pointed out, to which you chuckled, "I was uh," you took a deep breath, "At Mr. Ronald's class next door for a missing assignment," You lied, making her nod in response.

The second she turned her gaze on some papers, you managed to drop the small note on Eddie's bag, which was waiting in his seat, just like you expected. What you did not expect, though, was for the note to get lost between the pages of the notebook he had outside all the time, the one he was scribbling things at instead of paying attention to class.

At first thought, nothing had gone wrong, but thinking it over again, you hadn't planned for him to find out about the message right inside this classroom.

What if the teacher took it away? Or even worse, what if your friends snatched it away and figured out about your scent?

Your brain was working on max, but the moment you decided to reach inside his backpack and fix the paper's placement, your teacher turned her attention back to you, interrupting your actions.

"Did you need something y/n?" she questioned, making the back of your neck sweaty. "N-no, why would you ask that?" you cautiously responded, "You're still standing there," the woman chuckled, and you awkwardly chuckled in response before people started entering the classroom.

You quietly went back to your seat and waited.

The moment Eddie walked inside the room, he took a brief look around before sitting down, his hair covering the entire desk the moment he placed his head down on the cold surface.

"Everyone, open your books on page 127, and your notebooks for notes, please," the woman spoke, her eyes specifically targeting Eddie, who was about to sleep on the desk.

"Mr. Munson, the same goes to you," she said in a serious tone before the boy raised his head, "I forgot my book," he responded, to which she gave him an apologetic smile, "Well, you can at least write done some notes. Do you need a piece of paper?" she offered, but he declined, "It's fine,"

Eddie sighed, reaching inside his backpack before grabbing the same torn notebook he used for every class, the cover which portrayed an electric guitar being cracked up and half faded.

As the teacher began the lesson, Eddie started flipping through the pages, doodling over anything it landed on, although he immediately stopped the moment a folded paper appeared in between the pages.

Unfazed, he inspected it, confused by its scent as he kept on unfolding it.

"I can't get you out of my head"

The boy slightly looked around, confused and cautious, trying to ignore the heat warming up his cheeks. It was probably a prank, a master plan that one jock had come up with just to ridicule him, but the scent was oddly familiar to him.

He placed it inside his pocket, something that caught your attention, your legs both shaking with anxiety.

The school day quickly came to an end, and Eddie was nowhere to be found. Even if it did calm you, deep down, you wished something more would happen.

You were certain he assumed it was some stupid prank of Jason's and chances were that he threw it away with the bag of walnuts he brought with him every day to lunch.

That thought kept rewinding inside your head again and again, from the moment you got onto the bus, up until you reached your house's front door, because the moment you took that turn, your brain stopped functioning.

He was there.

Eddie Munson was sitting on your porch, a cigarette between his lips as his eyes followed your pace towards him. You tried to walk faster, looking at the neighbor's houses just to make sure no one was outside looking at you.

"Isn't it the one and only y/n?" he beamed, catching you off guard. You just stared at him, your eyes wide. "What are you doing here?" you confusingly asked, to which he shrugged as a response.

"I laughed so hard!" he spoke sarcastically, but before you could even respond, he interrupted you, "Come on, it was a good one. Was your little boyfriend involved, too?" Eddie scoffed, "Or did he steal your perfume and just went for the romantic confessions? I didn't know how had it in him."

You sat there, unable to form a single sentence.

"Come on y/n, what did you think was gonna happen? Hm? You would wait with your brainless friend group outside my house trying to catch me jerking off to your pretty letters?" He scoffed, making you widen your eyes, "I'm sick of all of you trying-"

"Eddie!"

"What?!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" you questioned, utter confusion taking over you. "Are you joking? Do you think I'm that dumb? I found the letter you put in my bag."

Your cheeks were red and once he realized the look you were giving him was anything but manipulative, he rubbed his eyes, letting a deep breath out, "It-" he paused, "It wasn't a joke?"

"Of course it was not! Why the hell would I do that?" you snapped, catching him off guard. His look was full of shock, just as if he had seen a ghost, but both of you were suddenly interrupted by a familiar engine entering the block. You quickly placed your hand over your mouth, shakily unlocking the front door before dragging him inside your house.

"What's going on?" the boy asked, trying to peak through the window, "Don't make any sound, my parents are back home," you ran with his hand inside your grip straight to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"If they see you here, both you and I are going to get murdered," you swallowed, heavily breathing as you leaned against the door. "Are they that strict?" Eddie frowned, making you nod.

"Hey um, about what you said... I-"

"y/n?"

Both of you quickly turned your heads towards the door where your mother's voice came from, "Just a minute mom!" you cursed under your breath, shoving Eddie inside your closet and shutting the door.

"What's taking you so long?" before she began twisting the locked handle again, you shortly unlocked it, glancing upwards to your mother. "I was changing," you awkwardly smiled, "And why was your door locked? You're literally alone," she argued, entering your room before shooting a couple of concerned glances around.

"You know how paranoid I am with being alone in here," you responded, knowing your answer was quite convincing to her. She nodded, taking a few steps back before sighing, "Once you're done, come downstairs for lunch," she informed before eventually leaving.

"Hey pretty, care to explain now?" he opened the door, as you stared at his white reebok sneakers approaching you, "Eddie you need to leave," you quickly responded, making him roll his eyes, "Well I'm not doing that until you start explaining,"

"Explain what exactly?"

"I don't know? Why a cheerleader from Jason Carvers' friend group is sending me little lovey-dovey notes? Perfume sprayed and all?" he couldn't help but grin. "That letter was a mistake, alright?" you groaned, trying to snatch it off him the moment your hand was in his grip.

"Don't lie to me, pretty," he lowered his face, placing it inches away from yours, "You can't really hide it that well, you know," he added, not letting you off him, "Always good mornings, have a great day's, smiles, mini skirts," his eyes traveled down your exposed legs.

"You know, for the title strict, your parents are really loose with you," his lips were close to your ear, his whispers making your cunt ache with pleasure. "But who am I to judge, right?" he beamed, his large hands gently touching the bare skin on your back, his cold rings causing shivers to run down your body.

"I can't imagine what it must be like for them," He scoffed, "Knowing their daughter has filthy fantasies about Eddie Munson, who? The druggie," he began kissing the warmth of your neck carefully, his other hand shifting to your cheek.

"Do you?" he questioned, shifting you back to reality, "Huh?" you whispered, making him smile against your neck as he slowly walked towards your door, pushing you against it, "Do you have fantasies about me, y/n?"

You swallowed, wrapping your arms around his neck, causing him to pull away and look at you. "Sometimes,"

"What are we doing?" he slowly leans in, pecking your lips right before he grabs your waist again, "You're touching me," you admit without overthinking your words and grins, "Where, lovely?"

Taking a deep breath as you kiss him, you gently take his hand, moving it towards your clothed cunt. His breathing becomes more rapid and your heartbeats only intensify.

"Please don't tell anyone about this," you plead as his hand rubs you over your little coverage panties, "Don't worry, you will have to live with your own guilt," he suddenly drags you down on your soft bed with him, making you sit right on top of his bulge as he lays down.

Your first instinct makes you grind on him, helping you please some of the pressure you felt on your lower belly. You pace up, listening to his sweet panting and groaning. You could have never believed you'd ever be able to see Eddie Munson like this.

His hands grab onto your bare thighs, squeezing you so hard that you're certain it will leave multiple bruises and marks.

"Please, pretty," he breathes as you notice his desperate attempts, "Stay still," you respond before taking a last glimpse of the door behind you. You unbuckle his belt, carefully revealing his cock.

You shallow before you start caressing it softly, making Eddie look at you with satisfaction the moment he stood up, balancing on his arms. "So, so good," he grins, his one hand playing with your hair.

After a while, your eyes rise meeting his. You nervously looked at him as you began lowering your face, but Eddie immediately stopped you. "Have you gone down before?" he questioned, to which you shook your head.

"Then we don't have to do this today," and with that his hands raised you off the flood, making you sit on his bare lap. "You're so wet for christ's shake," he groaned, laying you on your bed, your belly against the mattress.

You giggle, making him stare at you with confusion, "What's so funny?" he questions, filling your entire back with sloppy kisses, "You can't decide where the hell you want me, Munson," you grin, arching your back just enough to make your skirt hover above your ass.

His eyes are pinned on you, feeling his already hard dick begging to contact your beautiful skin. He gently raises your skirt even higher, looking at your white panties under it.

"Holy shit," he gulps before slowly placing his hand over your skin, squeezing you cautiously. You smile at the contact while biting your lower lip, "Can i-"

"Yes, please," you cut him off, placing a small kiss on the hand next to you. He begins cursing as his tip reaches your entrance, while you at his hands grasping your bedsheets.

The moment he pushes himself inside of you, an unexpected moan escapes your mouth, which you immediately attempt to cover with your hand, "Jesus," he moans as well, letting his now bare body lay on top of your own.

His skin feels godly on you. Eddie begins pacing up, soft moans, whimpers, and skin contact feeling the entire room, "You see y/n, I might have fantasies with you as well," he takes a minute to breathe. "The only difference is that mine are more perverted than yours,"

His words make you place your smaller hands over his own, letting go of your pillow and grabbing onto his own grip. He keeps moaning and pushing himself inside of you while whispering in your ear. Whispering everything you want and need to hear.

"You're so goddamn perfect," he keeps kissing the side of your face as he's behind you, "If only you knew half the things I've dreamt about doing to your pretty little body," he groans.

"Eddie, please!" you whine and he chuckles, "What is it, pretty?" he questions as you increase the strength of your grip, "Harder,"

His hips begin slamming against you as his hand muffles the moans you wish you didn't have to suppress. Your eyes start tearing up and you feel your climax building up to the max.

"Cum all over me, do it." he moans, never decreasing the kisses he placed on your neck and shoulders. You listen to him and let go, your orgasm taking over every inch of your body, making you fall inside his arms while your legs shake.

"Oh God,"

"Oh shit," he keeps cursing and cursing until he eventually falls back onto the bed where both his and your clothes were tossed. "You should send me notes more often," he grins, "I don't think so, Munson," you smile.