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first-ex-wife · 1 year ago

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notes on the end of Ted Lasso cause I'm really confused and torn and a bit underwhelmed and I want to make people hear my thoughts

Ted’s plotline has felt underdeveloped. despite being the main, titular character I just feel like it’s been kinda,,, not a priority and it’s upsetting. like I still feel like Ted as a character needs MORE! and I do and very much DON’T like his ending

Nate’s storyline has been one of the most decent tbh he’s maybe the only one I’ve liked in hindsight

Trent is also wonderful in that sort of way where I really have no notes like he's just great

I love Keeley choosing neither man, but I hate how these men oscillate between seeming developed and better and then reverting back to sucking. and good on the narrative for calling it out to some extent but it’s boring and exhausting. (and I understand that, yes, as they discussed, no one can be Perfect. but I really think like,, Jamie didn’t need to still be hung up on her they didn’t need to fight over her, something needed to be different cause there's not being perfect and then there's outright, why the fuck!!!! especially when we DID the "Jamie wants Keeley but then realizes he should move on" plotline LAST SEASON! like there is not being perfect and then there is, you have not grown one bit somehow, and Jamie should be Allowed to realize there's other women and he had his chance with Keeley and it's okay that they're not for each other! let him learn!!!)

cause also then the leaked nudes (another thing I have a bit of an issue with) just become,,, fodder for him being into her again and it's like, that's SO not the fucking time jesus fucking christ! and it undermines the sincerity of his apology if you read it as him starting to wonder if they could have another chance, GOD!

also the Shandy plotline was another example of something that happened a lot this season (also with Jack but it did develop how Keeley’s business is presented as taken on by Rebecca and her sexuality as well as a commentary about class so I’ll excuse all that) where a character is introduced, around for a bit, and then fucks off. which fine, can happen, plots don’t ALWAYS have to go somewhere huge they can pay off in entertainment or making a statement. but there was a lot of other shit we could’ve spent time on!

I hate how we took a plotline Ted NEEDS (being healthy with the fact that Michelle is moving on a coping) but combined it with Michelle dating the worst, most unprofessional cunt in the world (not nearly enough of a callout for him having been her personal therapist and then later a couples’ therapist (red flag on its fucking own) and then DATING A FORMER PATIENT AFTER WATCHING HER MARRIAGE END!) so that, actually, I think Ted WAS fucking right to be upset and I don’t think this SHOULD be something to just be chill with and fuck you, doctor!

I feel like there have been some good attempts to talk about real topics but that they’ve come off heavy-handed? the nudes being leaked is a great topic but the locker room bit felt a bit Much. and the way it just careened into, Isaac is upset with Colin for…. not taking enough time deleting the pictures so he takes his phone and I guess sees a dick (Colin you still could’ve been working on deleting that) and then takes it SO personally that he didn’t know… it all was So Much in a way I didn’t love

also it’s ironic we try to call out social issues but then play off things like SEVERE malpractice, abusive relationships, Keeley apparently having nudes I think spread by a teacher, etc. often for laughs

I really don’t get the Zava plotline in hindsight cause it’s another situation where like… we bring a guy in to make things better. he’s winning games but he’s got an ick vibe I think only Jamie really picks up on. it’s not super discussed so it’s like,,, has no impact, whatever. he leaves. now we have to figure out a NEW way to get better. back to square one. you could cut him out and literally it leaves like no impact on the plot except for Van Damme name change like I get!!!! that not every plot has to have a huge impact!!!!!!! but Zava was pointless and kinda a dick and I just don’t think it contributed ANYTHING to bring him in! maybe to see that they didn’t need a fancy player to get better but I also don’t know that ANYONE on the team learned that lesson tbh. and maybe that’s me complaining about not being spoon-fed but I really feel like if the message was “they think they need him but they don’t” it wasn’t super There. and having him send self-indulgent t-shirts in the final episode is really like… yeah okay guy still sucks

Rupert fall from grace plotline pretty great

Rebecca does develop a bit and I like that. she seems to go from being upset she’s single and never had a child, she still wants to defeat Rupert, but she learns to let go of that and just focus on what matters. she stands up for the love of the game, she finds inner strength. but still I think a little something is missing. I don’t think just giving her a man and a child fixes that. I don’t know, a lot of this just feels like something’s off. I’m glad she’s happy, but her arc this season wasn’t much

I really enjoyed learning Beard’s backstory but aside from that his main storyline is being in an abusive relationship played for laughs so like…. ugh. and Beard telling Ted he doesn’t want to go but couldn’t let him down is SO FUCKING GOOD, but, again…. I hate Jane so fucking much!! I keep coming back to the texts she sent in that episode and god she’s reactionary and cruel and obsessive and just,? and the one time Higgins tries to point it out he’s ignored it’s annoying

Jamie’s development as a team player has been SO amazing but again… I wish that translated into letting go of Keeley. but I do love him a lot. but let him let GO!

I’m trying to be… objective in that. things don’t tie up perfectly always in real life. but I do just feel… like there’s a lot of character development that don’t quite get!!!! Ted & Rebecca both could do better! I like the idea of them just staying friends (but DO they, even? do they have a daily video chat did he give her the biscuit recipe is there ANYTHING?) and there’s SO many good individual moments & characters in the show but I just feel like there’s a lot halfbaked looking at things as a whole

ROY KENT NEW MANAGER AND THE FANS OWNING THE TEAM AND KEELEY’S WOMEN’S LEAGUE ALL VERY GOOD!!

It’s nice to see everyone happy and together but then it leaves me more confused why Ted has to separate himself. I get he’s got Henry & I’m glad he’s coaching his son. being apart from his son is a big problem for Ted and I like that the effort to be a better father is a priority. but I still feel like things are a bit hollow. it feels like the narrative says that being a more present dad will allow Ted to let go of every other issue but I still just feel like many things weren’t fully worked at. is he an alcoholic? it’s sometimes implied!!! is he open to love? who knows!!!! does he have friends or another day job or anything to give his life meaning when Henry’s with his mom? no clue!!!!!!! does Dr. Jacob choke and die? one can only hope!!!!!!!!!

overall I liked it fine but this entire season has felt Off and Nate’s storyline is the only one I can fully endorse. I just expected from something that was so clearly planned out in detail to have less meandering plotlines, more time for developing characters, clearer closure, and maybe,, ANY evidence that Ted has not cut himself off entirely from his family right when it was getting good! if anything, it almost seems like he’s NOT coping because he DID do that! and footage of him & Rebecca video chatting or him flying out for Beard’s stupid wedding or on special occasions could mitigate that but instead it feels like he really is supposed to have cutting himself out of his found family entirely to return to his ex-wife and son as like,,, his entire closure. and so I can't in good faith believe he IS doing better. I can't.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso critical #ted lasso discourse #i'm sorry to be a complainer but i did dislike a LOT and after really liking the first two seasons #i think knowing it was ending did put me a bit on alert for the Why of things #which explains why i'm like 'this plot had no point!'#but um #idk i would have liked to see time spent on things that ultimately mattered to the plot more #some plotlines felt so pointless while more crucial things just fell by the wayside #it's upsetting

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twilightknight17 · 9 months ago

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Today on P3R, a long update: Another full moon, KIDS IN THE WALLS!, actual consequences for shit teachers, and new abilities!

It is interesting to see that the number of Lost standing around increases over the leadup to the full moon. And other people are noticing.

We haven’t been able to talk to Fuuka yet, either, even though she supposedly has potential.

A girl passed out at the front gate of the school, and now rumors are running rampant because people think it’s a ghost. Junpei has the details, so, over to you, Junpei!

After a riveting story, Yukari refuses to believe it’s a ghost, so she wants to spend the week collecting information. Ughhhhhhhhh. Yukari, I have social links to do. Please. Don’t do this to me.

I’m already getting woken up at ungodly hours when we’re not even in Tartarus.

Baby boy, I expected you a lot closer to after we fought the Priestess. I’ve been so busy.

Pharos is just here to inform us that doom is once again a week away. He’s promised to come visit after again, though, so we’ll see how that goes. XD

Returning to school, Mr. Ekoda is off on a tangent about ghosts and spooky shit in his walls.

Still no teaching happening in this school.

I went out with Chihiro, the student council’s treasurer, and found out that the reason she’s so wary around guys is because her dad is a “very scary person”. She’s apparently away from him now, but oh my GOD. Can we get one visible, functional parent in this series other than Sojiro Sakura? I’m trying to think of any now, and my list is like… Sojiro, Zenkichi, Maki and Masao’s moms, and…?????

Another school day, and I guess we should finally go hang out with Kenji. He says he only needs a few minutes of my time.

Of course, as soon as I got there, he asked me to wait a minute, because…

Jesus christ, dude.

…..jesus christ, Ms. Kanou. You’re the ETHICS TEACHER.

Fine, Kenji. Fine. Go ahead. Do whatever. It’s cool. I am just vibing here until I can go home and watch TV.

Trish is hosting “Who’s Who?” and talking about a notable 20-year-old therapist with a beauty mark. This has to be a rerun, because Maki was 20 in P2, which was ten years ago. But then again, Featherman is all reruns, so… makes sense.

So, after combining what we know about all the various ghost stories, we’ve determined that all three girls who ended up in the hospital were friends. They also all hung out in that sketchy alley behind Port Island Station, where the bar and stuff are.

Yukari wants to go back there and investigate. Junpei is less than thrilled. He keeps insisting it’s a bad idea. I’m inclined to agree.

Yukari says she’s more afraid of stuff she can’t see. Junpei counters that he’s more afraid of things he can see. Like knives. And bats. But Yukari doesn’t listen, and just says that if it’s so “dangerous”, all the better that all three of us go.

Yukari, I’m gonna miss Featherman while you’re busy getting us killed.

Things immediately go bad, as they immediately peg us for Gekkoukan students and tell us to leave. Junpei wants to leave, and Yukari immediately says the wrong thing.

Like, how do you not have the situational awareness to know that that’s the worst possible thing you could have said? Thank goodness Shinji is around to save our asses.

Though, Yukari still doesn’t want to leave without information. Shinji tells her that the three girls spent their time bragging about bullying Fuuka Yamagishi, who has been out of school for almost a week at this point. Which means our next step, after getting home safe, is to ask her teachers what happened to her.

...Junpei has a point, Yukari. My god. You can’t yell at Junpei for running off on the monorail and then just charge into a sketchy area with no weapons or plan. Ugh. Over the weekend, I need a break. I found a wild Ken hanging out at the shrine on Sunday with Yukari and Junpei. Apparently they know him. But I am spending the day playing more of my MMO.

School on Monday is great, though, because people are finally grasping that their actions have consequences!

Fuuka is trapped in Tartarus because of her idiot “friends”. And her teacher has been covering it up.

She's gonna execute you~~

It’s been ten days since Fuuka vanished. Normally, spending that long in Tartarus, someone would definitely be dead. But since Tartarus only exists in the Dark Hour, Fuuka’s only been gone ten hours, from her perspective. So we have the chance to go in and get her back. Minato, Akihiko, and Junpei are going to wait in the gym for the hour to change, and hope that we end up near where Fuuka is.

Natsuki is going to stay in the dorm, where she’ll be safe. But she’s… apparently awake during the Dark Hour without exploding?

We probably should have brought her, because she’s on her way here. And letting the school shift around us ended up with all of us separated.

I really wish I wasn’t, babe.

Pharos says we’re going to need Fuuka’s power to deal with what’s ahead. And then heads off again, because god forbid he come with me to find the others. XDDD But eventually, Minato manages to track down both Akihiko and Junpei, and Fuuka.

She’s understandably freaked out. But she’s got navi powers that have kept her safe, and they’re stronger than Mitsuru’s. Akihiko’s not making a strong case for getting her on our side, though, just handing over an evoker with no explanation.

Together, we all manage to puzzle out that these big giant shadows are showing up on the full moons, but we don’t really have time for more than the actual revelation, because it’s full moon right now, and Mitsuru and Yukari are in trouble in the lobby.

Fuuka awakens her persona to protect both us and Natsuki, who wandered into Tartarus, and with it the ability to scan for weaknesses. Which is good, because the Emperor and Empress keep switching affinities. Plus, Lucia is cool. ^_^

Anyway, Natsuki isn’t going to remember any of this, fortunately, and Fuuka is safe. So we can go back to our usual days at school.

...I… hm. Well, it didn’t kill me, and I got a point of courage, but it didn’t seem to do anything else. So. Okay. X’D

The history teacher blitzed past two more periods of history in his quest to reach the Sengoku period so he can talk about samurai. Yuko’s got past beef with a girl who I think has Makoto’s voice actress. Apparently they dated the same guy in middle school, and Yuko got blamed even though it was the guy who was two-timing them.

Apparently I just have a face that says, “Tell me your deepest secrets.” This is like the fourth person.

All of my friends text like freaks. Except Akihiko.

I was having a half-decent time with the Gourmet King. Kind of. But then he had to get all weird on me, because he was jealous that some girl asking him who I was instead of asking him out. This guy, like everyone else, has problems. And part of it is that he’s covering up his problems with food.

And, uh, whatever this is.

Pharos came back a lot sooner this time!

I’ve wanted to be your friend this whole time, idjit. Social link, goooooo~

Man, you didn’t even have a name until right now. You poor thing.

Off to see the Gourmet King again the next day because he’s the only link ready to rank up, and that guy is back again to complain at him. Apparently GK took money from an elementary schooler that was supposed to go towards cram school and the guy wants it back. GK volunteered me as his bodyguard, and is being weird again.

...is he SERIOUSLY in a cult??? Do we need a cult on top of everything else?

Ikutsuki calls us up for a meeting, and he has new gear for us! This must be a new scene, because we’re finally getting the new uniforms from the trailer! We’re all fancy now, and apparently the shoulder guards unlock a new skill called “theurgy”. Which is our individual special attacks! We took a special trip into Tartarus for a scripted thing to try them out, and I only got to see Yukari’s, but it was super-cool. She did the archery pose like Feather Pink. ^_^

And we all got to do the badass walk into Tartarus in our new gear.

Lastly, at the end of this long marathon play session……

Elizabeth is still the best of my friends.

#Li plays P3Re #how are my most well-adjusted non-teammate friends the Velvet attendant and the kid that wakes me up at midnight?#the Gourmet King's link is legit making me kind of uncomfortable #not in a bad way just in a like ''holy shit we're going here'' kind of way

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noeticprayer · 2 months ago

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PRAYING IN “HOPELESS” SITUATIONS

Written by Sister Vassa Larin

“Then came one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name; and seeing him, he fell at his feet, and besought him, saying, ‘My little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so that she may be made well, and live.’ And he went with him. (…) While he was still speaking, there came from the ruler’s house some who said, ‘Your daughter is dead. Why trouble the Teacher any further?’ But ignoring what they said, Jesus said to the ruler of the synagogue, ‘Do not fear, only believe.’” (Mk 4: 22-24, 35-36) These people say to Jairus, “Why trouble the Teacher any further?” It’s over. Also in our hopeless situations, when it appears that the absolute-worst has happened, we might be tempted to discontinue our walk with Christ. We might abandon patience and faith, slipping into the embrace of fear, which is the opposite of faith. Why would we do this? Because fear is in a sense the easier way. Fear “excuses” us from walking forward in patience, letting us assume a defensive position instead, in self-isolation. I mention patience, though it’s probably the least popular virtue, because when we feel we have no hope, patience is a safe place to lean into, from which we can continue to pray at least a bit, until hope returns. And our Lord says to us, as He said to Jairus, “Do not fear, only believe.” When we think it’s all over, He says to us, as a first-responder says to the barely-conscious survivor of some catastrophe, Stay with Me, keep talking to Me. I’ll get you through this. So let me keep talking to Him, even if my prayers seem feeble and pointless, and if I’m “barely-conscious” amidst a situation that appears hopeless. God has what it takes to bring me new life, if “only” I believe, and allow myself to move forward in Him, rather than hide on my own. Let me do the next right thing today, whatever my situation, replacing fear with faith and a bit of patience. “By your patience you will gain (κτήσασθε) your souls.” (Lk 21:19)

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musicrunsthroughmysoul · 9 months ago

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OOF, introspection and retrospect...WHAT A THING.

My internalized homophobia in high school was so bad that I not only jokingly proposed - WITH A RING, THAT I BOUGHT - to one of my best friends, but I also had our 9th grade Honors English teacher (who had us both in his classes, but we were in different classes; I don't recall why, but I suspect that we were in different classes because I was in choir and she was in band) call us, during roll-call, "Lily/******* 'our surnames hyphenated'" because it just so happened to be that our surnames hyphenated/put together made an actual English word/phrase, and I just thought that coincidence was too hilarious to not bring attention to. (AND YES, OUR TEACHER DID THAT IN CLASS, IN FRONT OF ALL OF OUR CLASSMATES, IN BOTH OF OUR CLASSES. I ASKED. I...jesus christ. No wonder I was known as "the weird girl" in high school. Oh my god. Why did that never occur to me that those things might be connected. GOOD LORD.) AND I call that internalized homophobia because I did pretty much all of that because - considering, yes, that we were all HP fans - when JKR announced that Dumbl*dor* was gay this best friend of mine (homophobically) refused to believe/agree with that, so ever since then, I made a point to embarrass her over it, and our friend group played along. (Y'all should see the card my lesbian best friend gave to me for my 14th birthday when I had my whole friend group over for a birthday party/sleepover. The card she gave me was literally a piece of paper with a meme printed out on it of a cat looking horrified/shocked going "DUMBL*DOR* IS GAY???????" and yes, my best friend who we were making fun of through it was there. There's even a [not candid, though] photo of all of our reactions to it. Oh, and I will NOT BE SHARING THAT PHOTO. I was 14. And my birthday party was '80s themed. I WILL NOT!)

Now in hindsight (although to be fair, I was in high school when all of that happened, so of course I was immature), I know 100% that embarrassing someone for their homophobia/racism/sexism/bigotry is not the way to make them less homophobic/racist/sexist/bigoted. That's probably one of the worst ways possible to go about changing people's hearts and minds.

BUT, for the first time, something new about that situation has occurred to me that didn't before, and that is: while I knew one of our mutual best friends' thoughts/feelings about it (our lesbian best friend who had come out to us before I started all of that in high school...YES, I AM ASHAMED OF THIS KNOWLEDGE), we had other mutual friends who were bi who knew what I was doing and maybe sort of thought it was funny, but at the same time, I also realize...they probably did not think it was funny. And, in hindsight, I wonder exactly how they felt about it. I wonder if I made them feel worse, like I was making a complete and utter mockery of being queer (which, to be fair - I was. Because of internalized homophobia), and thus I was acting as though their queerness was something worthy enough to be mocked, too. Or...something. The point is that I don't know how they actually felt about it, and I wonder. I think I might ask one of them how she felt about it.

I also just realized that, considering the fact that my friend group (including my homophobic best friend...who I also literally referred to as "wifey" after I proposed to her. PLEASE let that be the reason I never marry. And I say that in self-recognized horror.) ostracized me at the end of sophomore year after I gave a very harshly/poorly worded critique of religion but particularly Christianity, perhaps the whole homophobia situation thing was related/contributed to that, although, as I said, at the time, my friends all generally played along with [the laughing-at-homophobia bit] and thought it was funny. And my town, if you could not tell, was known for being overtly Christian (but not, I would suggest, exactly in the charitable sense; more in the moral way of "If everyone knows I'm a Christian then no one will actually think I'm a racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic asshole - also because most of the town is") and homophobic. Although not all of my friends in that group were Christian, and most of them who considered themselves religious seemingly did because their parents were, so...I don't know. It could be a possible contribution, but it also could not be. It might've also been that they all just wanted an excuse to finally push me out because I was annoying (and, especially, annoyingly depressed, which they told me to my face. Or at least my homophobic friend told me that to my face, albeit in middle school. I did not get less depressed in high school, though. Depression always was, and often still is, my baseline temperament, but I do wish I hadn't clung to that group so fiercely as a way to...combat my depression, I guess? Because, honestly, with more hindsight/introspection, I don't think being friends with them was ever going to make me feel better, in terms of how depressed I was. They were, simply, the wrong people for me to seek comfort and reassurance in, and maybe I was the wrong person for them to seek comfort and reassurance in, too, because of my depression and how honestly selfish and clingy it made me. And now the joke's on them AND me because when I'm depressed I don't reach out to a god damn soul. LOL Not that I'm blaming them for that. That is entirely, 100%, completely a me problem, especially because I'm not friends with any of those people anymore).

#homophobia tw #internalized homophobia tw #yes I was fucking immature and not sufficiently educated and went about projecting my frustrations surrounding social/political issues #in the completely wrong way. with hindsight I acknowledge that and I do as much as I can to never be like that again.#everyone's problematic at least once in their lives and I feel like it's because we all (at some point) lack the care and knowledge #needed to be more thoughtful of others and/or make better decisions about ourselves that impact others.#is that a cop out? I don't know. and I don't mean that it justifies it. I just mean that it is probably a contribution.#but we CAN always do better and it requires compassionate action and thought. at least that's how I think of it and what motivates me #to do better. ...that's my last spiel for tonight. sorry for...all of that. especially if you read it. (I am truly sorry.)

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actually-impostor · 3 years ago

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I am so tired

And exhausted. Disappointed. And worried

Jesus christ I'm worried

Because they are kids. They are childrens.

I'm gonna go on a long rant, everything will be tagged as it should, and this post will be behind a read more. Care for yourself while reading.

Tommyinmit. Tubbo. Ranboo. Hell, even Purpled (tho luckily i havent seen him be fucking attacked and hounded and harassed in this way. Small mercies)

They should NOT have to carry the weight of expectation A Bunch Of Adults Have Put On Their Shoulders

Read that again

YOU AS AN ADULT SHOULD NOT PUT YOUR EXPECTATIONS ON THE SHOULDERS OF CHILDREN

Should they try to better themselves every day? Yeah, but that's something every human should do

Should they stop being children just because they have a platform?

FUCK NO

Im sorry the internet and the world and the adults around you failed you to the point where you think having a mental breakdown everyday for all the struggles around the world you Are Forced To Read About is somehow normal.

Because darling, it's not.

Its not normal, or okay, or something to flex about, that your mental health is being put to such a risk just so you can stay "on top of things"

Im going to re-phrase something i said in 2019 about child actors (i know they aren't "actors" in the traditional sense but they are child celebrities, and it fits)

What you guys have to realize is that the difference between them and... idk, kids you see in your school or in your neighborhood, is that They Have An Audience. They had a sudden spike of people who from one day to the other focused their attention on them and decided "mh, I want to give them attention and a platform for a/b/c reason". You gave them your attention, if you disagree with something they said or their attitudes or whatever, you are in complete liberty to take away your view without feeling like you have to put them on blast.

They are young enough where their personalities, reactions, and opinions are still an echo of the adults and friends who surround them. They are starting to form their own opinions, but its still very much filtered by whichever influence got them first (parents, idols, teachers, older siblings, etc)

We are all ignorants when we are kids, even those who had to suffer thru a lack of privilege are ignorants of things up to a certain point. We grow to educate ourselves in whichever way we can, but we are still ignorant to A Lot Of Issues while we are growing and becoming ourselves.

The difference between us nobodies, and child celebrities (or kids with a following. Twitch streamers, tiktokers, youtubers, actors, etc) is that they have a constant spotlight and millions of eyes on them.

Everyone has access to when they fuck up because its never in private, Because They Dont Have That Privilege.

They are not allowed to mess up, because they are expected to be perfect.

Read that again.

They are KIDS who are Not Allowed To Make Mistakes Anymore.

They aren't allowed to make mistakes, a central point of growing up that helps you become a better person. They are not being allowed to grow and become better because they are not being allowed to fuck up, which is human!

And instead of Actually being helpful, the solution you, ADULTS, have come to... is to send them hate?

Your solution is to call them racist, homophobic, horrible humans who wont better themselves.

What have you done?

Answer that to yourselves.

What have you done?

Have you donated to your charity of choice? Have you given the microphone to the ones that struggle? Have you woke up and think "im gonna do a random act of kindness"?

Or are you just going to waste your energy and yourself bashing a teenager on twitter and staring as his mental health fucks off? In front of a live audience that instead of realizing they were taking things TOO FAR decided to try to "hammer the point"

What are you gonna do if they fuck off?

Because what´s happening is not "EDUCATING"

Is bullying a child.

Thats all there is. You have successfully bullied a child, yay. Now he doesn't want to learn better because no matter how much he educates himself yall still decide he is the worst human being on the planet for not being able to express something in a way YOU feel HE should.

Allow people to make mistakes without them being crucified every fucking step of the way.

Another thing is this need to remind them "i have this mental health situation, now say something to make me feel better"

Fantastic that you found someone and something that can help you out of a dark place. Now do the next part of getting Actual Capable And Profesional Help.

They are children, they are streamers. They dont have the necessary knowledge and equipment and training to help you with something serious. It should not be in their shoulder the weight of actively helping people thru a traumatic event or a shitty situation. If their streams comfort you, great. But thats all they can do.

And if they want to be educated on something Dont Immediately Shut Them Down. Let them educate themselves even if it's on something considered problematic, or something you think "is not important enough", just let them explore their interests without feeling like they have to perform everything for their audience.

Be better.

Do better.

And honestly? I didnt wanted to add this, but after all my sister has a point.

Why are you guys putting so much effort and energy into this? They play video games for a living.

Use your energy into bettering yourself and doing your part for the world. Not into bashing a 16-17 years old child.

Go outside, see the sky, change your scenario a bit. Touch some grass.

I think tomorrow i'll go for a walk.

#twitter tw #long post #cancel culture #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #purpled #child celebrities #please let me know if i missed a warning or tag #updated to add a few things and fix the grammar mistakes

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sitych · 3 years ago

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hi! do you mind if I request Kenny McCormick comforting a gender neutral reader after they had a really bad day at school

Of course love, thank you for requesting and I hope your day is well. <3

I wasn’t sure if you wanted a platonic or relationship oneshot so I never really specified, sorry.

|| Kenny McCormick x gender neutral reader ||

Warnings: swearing

Genre: fluff

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The day had gone to shit from the moment you woke up. To start off, your alarm hadn’t gone off so you missed the bus, it was raining, your hair wouldn’t sit right, and worst of all you had an Algebra test first thing in the morning.

Walking into class already 20 minutes late you noticed everyone already taking the math test. Feeling eyes on you your attention shifted to the back of the class where your best friend Kenny sat already looking in your direction. He shot you a questioning and you immediately sent him a look that telling him you’d tell him later. You sat down in your seat paying no attention to your teachers smart remark grabbing a pencil and beginning your test. You soon realized that you had NOT studied for this and could barley comprehend the first question.

45 agonizing minutes later you finished your test. Did you understand any of the questions? No. But that’s besides the point. The bell rang shortly grabbing your books and beginning to walk out of the classroom when you felt a hand on your back.

“Hey” Kenny smiled, walking with you to your locker.

“Hey Ken” you smiled back looking up at his shit eating grin

“‘I won’t be late this time’ she said.” He laughed mocking what you had said the night before.

You had just scoffed opening your locker and grabbing your biology book.

“I’m not in the mood ken” you mumbled more aggressive than you had intended it to be.

Throwing his arms up in mock defense he let out a kurt “Woah what’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Nothing i’m sorry, i’m just having a bad morning.” you sighed shutting your locker.

Kenny had started to say something before the bell rang cutting him off. Not wanting to be late to another class you said a quick goodbye and scurried off to class.

The day seemed to go on for ages. You were zoned out for most of your classes just wanting to go home, even debating on just leaving at one point.

Finally, the last bell had rung signaling the end of the school day. You quickly left class, grabbed your things from your locker and began to leave the school. Yet again, you felt a hand on your back. Spinning around quickly you were met with a smiling Kenny.

“Jesus Christ Kenny you have to stop doing that. You scared the shit out of me.” You laughed making it to the parking lot of the school.

“Sorry sorry, I just wanted to know if you wanted to watch some movies at your place.” He questioned with a laugh.

“Yea sure, we can swing by the gas station to grab some snacks if you want” you questioned putting the keys in ignition and starting your car.

The ride to the gas station was short. You both ran and grabbed some snacks and drove home. You both had decided on a comedy considering the day you had and you both just needed a good laugh.

Getting comfortable in your bed, with Kenny’s arm slung over your shoulder and the laptop situated on both your laps.

You only got about 20 minutes into the movie before the blonde beside you had let out a soft “I’m sorry your day was shit Y/N/N”

“It’s ok ken. It’s just how it is” you sighed still upset about everything that had happened in the last 8 hours.

It was clear you didn’t want to talk about it so Kenny took a more comforting route and pulled you closer to him letting you lay your head on your chest and slinging and arm over his stomach. He ran soothing circles on your back while mumbling encouraging words not even paying attention to the movie anymore. Last he checked the main character just fell down the stairs so it wasn’t really that interesting. He could tell you were beginning to fall asleep so he shut the laptop and mumbled a goodnight sinking further down into your mattress.

A small “Thank you ken” was all he heard before he fell asleep embraced by your sent.

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renaerys · 3 years ago

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Okay I've got one: Prompt 15 with Reds. 🤣🤣🤣

15. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying, I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Somehow they can make even breathing a competition.

Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.

List of prompts

xxx

“So, we’ve called the paramedics and they’re on their way, but until they arrive it’s up to us. Remember the acronym, kids: C-A-B. What’s the first thing you do?”

Aiyeesha Simpson, a gunner in the making destined for academic greatness and social ruin, raised her eager hand. “Find a flat surface to lay him down!”

“Correct.” Blossom took Brick by the shoulders and shoved him down to the floor. A gaggle of Girl Scouts gathered around him as he wheezed for air.

“Ow,” he said.

Blossom patted his chest. “Please choke more quietly.”

I will end you, he thought so loudly he hoped she could hear him through the murder in his eyes. There was community service, and then there was cruel and unusual punishment. When his required hours were up and his record expunged, he was going to write a very negative Yelp review of the local Townsville Girls Scouts of America chapter and tank this year’s cookie sales. Supremely annoying, outrageously petty, and totally legal. That would teach Blossom for sure.

“Place your hands here between the nipples.”

Some of the Cadette Girl Scouts giggled. To be fair, Blossom of all people saying the word nipples in reference to her former mortal enemy as she trained a room full of twelve-year-old girls in CPR using him as the dummy was a perfect storm of absurd and kinky that he did not see coming. And now he was giggling himself, because he was a teenaged boy who thought the word nipples was funny regardless of the very clear contextual cues, and that pubescent shame was on him, one hundred percent.

Blossom, an ancient and inconveniently attractive evil resurrected in a lab for the sole purpose of making his life miserable, did not appreciate his amusement. “Push hard at a rate of 100 to 120 compressions per minute. Remember to put your bodyweight behind it, like this.”

Brick flexed, and Blossom pushed against his heart like she was trying to crush it in her hands. Once, twice, three times she administered compressions, and Brick’s eyes glowed red with impotent rage.

“Assist Blossom with her CPR lessons to her satisfaction, and we can forget this ever happened,” Mayor Bellum had promised Brick when he lost his temper and blew up an (empty) ambulance. Butch didn’t need his Super stomach pumped no matter how much he drank, so the ambulance and the four-figure bill that came with it were completely unnecessary. This defense did not convince the mayor, however.

The promise of the bill forgiven and his record cleared—and the deterrence of Aiyeesha Simpson filming the whole thing to upload to YouTube later—gave Brick the strength not to eye beam Blossom in front of the children.

“Okay, who wants to try chest compressions on the dummy?” Blossom offered to the girls.

You evil bitch, thought the aforementioned dummy.

After the third little girl properly placed her sticky, little girl hands between his nipples, Brick had had enough. “Hey, I’m still dying over here. Can we move on already? Jesus Christ.”

“Of course.” Blossom smiled, and she had never looked more terrifying.

Brick hoped Butch was suffering. He hoped he was hung over so bad he couldn’t piss standing up. He hoped Butch tried going online only to find that Brick had disconnected the Internet and cut him off from all his online games and porn because fuck Butch and his weak-ass stomach.

“Who knows what the next step is? Maybe someone other than Aiyeesha this time?”

None of the other girls seemed willing to stick their hands up. The carpet under Brick had scorched where his power leaked out in his building resentment for this entire situation. The smell of burned polyester just made him feel even more powerless to stop this.

“No? Okay, well, remember the acronym. A is for airway. You want to be careful about a possible neck injury, so gently lift the chin…”

Blossom’s hands were not sticky like the Girl Scouts’ hands, but they were cold where they touched his skin and forced his head back.

“Are the paramedics here yet?”

Brick got a tight fist in his short hair for that one, and he considered it a small victory. “No. Something about a shortage of ambulances, apparently.”

Biiiiiiiitch.

God, he was going to destroy her so bad.

“Once you’ve cleared the airway and confirmed there are no obstructions—”

“Then you kiss!”

Some girls picked up the giggling again. Blossom, ever the professional, cleared her throat. “Mouth to mouth is a life-saving procedure and not something I’d recommend doing to someone you plan to kiss.”

Wow, great advice.

Some girls still giggled and whispered to each other. Brick had a sinking feeling that this was only going to end with his embarrassment: everyone knew that the cold judgment of pre-pubescent girls was the absolute worst type of judgment a person could suffer.

“Are you gonna show us?”

“Well, I don’t think I need to show you all how to breathe—”

“It’s in the manual! You have to demonstrate every step.” Aiyeesha waved the CPR manual, and Brick realized his misjudgment. She was no vapid goody two-shoes in the making, but a future Honors Student with a secret, a Work Hard Party Harder, an Ivy League Early Decision candidate with all of senior spring semester to slack off because no one was ever going to touch her 4.3 GPA.

Aiyeesha beamed a winning smile at Brick, and it was as chilling as Blossom’s.

Jesus Christ, there are two of them.

True to form, Blossom had never been able to defy a good instructions manual. “I suppose if it says so in the manual…”

Locking lips with Blossom was not a big deal. He’d done it before when they were kids, and he could appreciate the irony of a gesture meant to save his life this time rather than end it. She didn’t even try to mess with him by using her ice breath, just went through the motions as described in the instructions. The girls were disappointed with the lack of hormonal fanfare of it all, which was probably for the best. Leave it to Blossom to make mouth to mouth the sexless, medical act it was literally intended to be. He was almost upset, because it felt like she’d won something here, which could only mean he’d lost.

Disappointed but more educated than they’d been when they’d arrived two hours ago, the Girl Scouts dispersed after the lesson, leaving Blossom and Brick to put away the equipment they’d used.

She held a dummy torso, and she was looking at him with that pinched, constipated look she got when she was about to say something especially snobby. Instead, she surprised him. “Brick, thanks for being mature about it. I can honestly say you surprised me.”

He stared at her.

“I’ll talk to Mayor Bellum. I’m sure you’ve done enough to meet your hours quota.”

He had not fulfilled even half of his required community service hours and they both knew it.

“So yeah, thanks. I can finish up here if you want to leave.”

Was she trying to get rid of him? Why?

“Brick? Why are you looking at me like that?”

When Blossom was winning, he was losing. That was simply the way of the world. So, if she was losing, it could only mean he was winning.

“Are you listening to me?”

Brick smiled in what he hoped was a cool, sexy way if he imagined looking at anyone but Blossom. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying. I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Blossom stared. “I’m sorry?”

He would make her sorry.

“Yeah, you’re a great teacher. I could really feel your passion for demonstrating the lesson correctly. With your mouth.”

Her staring intensified. “Did you.”

“Oh, yeah.” He leaned his hip against the table like he’d seen in the movies. It worked for Daniel Craig in Casino Royale, and that guy had convinced Eva Green. Iconic. “I could really feel you trying to save me.”

Where was Aiyeesha with her phone to film this? There was so little he could do to rattle Blossom as they got older, and while the challenge delighted him, it was also exhausting being constantly a step behind her. Was this truly her demise? Had he won the Teenage Experience? Was this poetic justice for how she’d once killed him with a mere kiss, only to suffer the same fate in turn? He could have cackled. This was better than trolling the Girl Scouts of America reviews, although he might still do that because it was a genius idea and he had always indulged his own genius ideas when they came to him.

So infatuated was he with his own self-fellating digression that he was slow to react to Blossom sidling up to him. Her hand was still cold on his chin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “Shall I save you again?”

Brick’s dignity drained with his blood, which was an unfortunate side-effect of being a teenaged boy that he would just have to suffer. But winning was about recognizing one’s weaknesses and working around them. He leaned into her personal space. “Please.”

He wasn’t sure who kissed who first, but it was happening and all he could think was I am better at this than you and I hate you and also Do that again. He tried holding her waist, and she fought back with her fingers in his hair. Not one to be deterred, Brick tried some tongue but pulled back when he tasted thirty degrees below zero. He immediately went back in because he could feel her superiority, her Got you, you horny idiot, but the joke was on her because he liked her cold, always had when it was hot as balls out and he’d make up any excuse to pick a fight with her just for the chance to cool off.

The Girl Scout troop leader walked in on them competitively making out in the classroom like it was an Olympic sport and put an end to things, leaving them at a frustrating draw for now. They said barely a word to each other when Brick glared at the troop leader so bad she flustered and didn’t even question them before running out of there with some excuse about getting the wrong room.

Later that evening, Brick caved and changed the Internet password back just so Butch would quit whining at him. He Googled kissing techniques and spent the next hour and a half watching YouTube videos and reading GQ articles about How to Please Her Like a Champion, because he was a champion and a winner and he was not going to lose to Blossom in this. Not a chance.

This had to be what they meant when they said kill with kindness.

“I’m going to end you,” he muttered to himself as he read about the top ten highest voted movie kissing scenes, which he would then stream and commit to memory in order to be fully armed and armored for the next time he encountered Blossom alone in a classroom. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe during their shared free period.

Truly, he had the most genius ideas.

xxx

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milfmatsu · 3 years ago

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🤳🏽🔥🏆 for the ask meme also hi jo hiiiii 🥰🥰

🤳🏽 Who is the character you relate to the most?

argh some of y'all are about to be real mad at me but 😅 choromatsu... haha. he's the one i have the most Issues™ with and it mostly has to do with my own insecurities. he's insecure, hypocritical, All Talk and No Follow Through, high strung. but like, you're your own worst critic, and i'm aware that i'm nowhere near as horrible as him or his brothers lol. especially his high school self, with the whole him being a robot/teacher's pet thing, except i wasn't pretending to be an honor student I Actually Was. people at school thought of me as a robot. and i was! but now i'm an adult and i'm able to make fun of myself for it 😋 so yeah, all that, but instead of IBS god gave me stress induced LPR

todomatsu is also very relatable too <3 as the baby of the family and all. youngest child with only child syndrome baybeeee

🔥 What’s an aspect of the show that you think is underrated?

i gotta say, the way the women of the show are written is super underrated. in the case of totoko, she's the crazy girl rep that puts every sexy crazy yandere bitch to shame. she's cute and evil and insane but not in a Sexy eye candy for men way. i fucking love that. she's so fun on screen and i love her dearly.

and nyaa chan too! specifically in s3 when it was revealed that she's divorced and a single mother. i know i know, milfmatsu, but genuinely, it was the last thing i expected the show to execute fairly well? i mean, they casually show her breast feeding and THIS?

jesus christ. for sure this whole thing seemingly came out of nowhere but not really, in the newspaper karamatsu was holding in Mahjong it was revealed that she was experiencing issues in her marriage. this whole thing was not expected, and while i feel bad for the situation nyaa chan is in, how often do you see single motherhood represented in media, specifically in the animated world, where the mother isn't seen as a failure? in the dick jokes anime, of all places.

🏆 answered!

#HI NICK HIIIIII 😊😊😊#i had so much fun answering all of these but this one was sooo much fun cuz i love women #ask game #kaasan.asks #faketype

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Manager!Seijoh Part 2

a/n: lmao this is kinda weird for me but i think this was an interesting request so lets try it!

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

lowkey kyotani kentaro typa beat but you gotta squint (??)

also warning! angst!

anon request: Hii! I just read the seijoh manager headcannon you wrote, it made me cry so much, i love those seijoh boys so much, and you are such an amazing writer! I dont know if requests are open or not but i was wondering what would happen if the boys ever find out what happened to reader cha? If requests aren’t open or if you just don’t want to write about it, I completely understand! Thank you for your wonderful writing again! Stay safe!

the stageplay was *chefs kiss* like MY MANS IWA WAS SERVING LOOKSSSS

soooooo

this might get really angsty idk so just a warning in advance

anyways

i mentioned in the earlier part that no one really knew what happened to you

so this one is when they DO find out what happened and what theyre gonna do about it

so first off, kyoken was basically the only one who saw you that day and saw how badly you looked

the thing is, at that current moment, he didnt really know the reason why and what happened

he had theories that you got jumped or you just got into an accident

but he was prettttttyyyy sure you got beat up

so you went home and rushed to yanno, take a shower and get your wound treated and cleaned so that it would heal bc you really cannot afford to let the boys see that

they would think of the worst at the smallest sight of blood on you and you really didnt want to deal w that chaos at the moment

you cant let them get suspended from school since they were going to interhigh soon and you cant let oikawa and the boys ruin their reputations just for you

a first year girl theyve just met

it was kinda hard to rinse all of the milk from your hair but you were able to at least get the smell out and clean up your mess

then you looked in the mirror and saw faint handprints around your throat from that girl miyo and you cringed as you touched it

‘jesus christ, seriously what does she eat? bricks?’

after your clothes were in the wash, you went to bed to get homework done and also looking up how to use the concealer to hide your bruises

you didnt really own any makeup but your mom has some so you could just use that

during dinner, you wore a turtleneck to prevent any suspicion from happening but you couldnt really hide the big gash on your face

‘y/n, what happened!’

‘i was dumb and accidentally fell up the stairs’

your parents shared a chuckle bc theyve actually seen you do this before so it was easy to believe the lie

‘darling, do we need to get you glasses? it seems your sight has worsened’

‘haha’

you went along with the joke but you weren’t eating and just pushed your food around

‘y/n? is the food not good?’

your mother asked but you shook your head with a convincing smile

‘its good! i just had some meat buns with the team earlier and i ate a lot so im still full’

you cursed at yourself for making it sound so rehearsed but you were relieved when your mother nodded

the next morning, you were satisfied with the reduced puffing of your face and you snuck into your parents bathroom where her makeup bag would be

as you held up the concealer, you started getting anxious because this was not the same shade as your skin and it would definitely raise suspicion if you had a different color on your neck than the rest of your body

you already planned to blame your wound as acne that you accidentally scratched but what were you going to do with the handprints?

the website you read said that it would take at least a day for them to fade

so you decided youd just wear a scarf and pretend you were cold

kunimi was confused as to why you had a scarf bundled around your neck and his eyes even widened at the sight of the bandaid on your face

‘y/n! what-!’

he shot up from his seat and your eyes widened before hissing at him to sit down

‘what happened to you?!’

he worriedly asked but you waved him off with a small smile

‘acne. this was the only available bandaid in my house so i had to work with this’

kunimi might be a lazy little shit but he was observant

and he noticed the way you said that sentence

it was like a robot

like a robot programmed to say what was written on its script

but before he could press on further, you already pointed out that the teacher was coming in and to hush so you could listen

the entire time, kunimi was awake alright, but he was too busy looking at you and a bright red thing that poked from the edge of your bandaid

kindaichi went to your classroom for lunch and you had to repeat your excuse for him but he pointed at another thing

‘why are you wearing a scarf? its like burning in here’

you didnt look at him as you just opened your bento

‘being in your period causes your temperature to fluctuate and cause unexplainable chill at even the hottest places’

okay what

they both shared a look and just shrugged, blaming it on your time of the month for the way you spoke with no emotion in your tone

this had to be the longest school day of your life

the whole time the scarf remained on and kunimi cant help but notice your flinches at the smallest of sounds

finally practice arrived and you really thought you could pull this off until oikawa barreled straight towards you and hugged you tightly

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

‘y/n, what’s the-’

‘acne. only bandaid available in my house’

eventually, everything was fine

you were still cracking jokes w the others and you were still laughing w them so kunimi and kindaichi were at ease

but that shattered when oikawa was being oikawa and was being all touchy and bothering you about the scarf around your neck that he ended up pulling it off and he saw the marks

he was silent, just staring at them

ofc you were freaking out and you started breathing heavily

oh god he found out and he was going to hurt them

‘o-oikawa-senpai, listen, it’s not what it-’

‘y/n’

his voice made your eyes shut in fear and the others crowded around you and they all had scandalized looks on their faces

‘is this why you werent in practice yesterday?’

his voice was sharp, a complete opposite to his normally cheerful tone

you shivered and sighed

‘senpai, please dont-’

‘who is it?’

the other third years shared a look bc they were truly shook at oiks voice

‘w-why should i tell you?! its none-’

‘i am your captain and i deserve to know who is pulling you away from your managerial duties so he could just give you these damn hickeys!’

the gym turned silent

you stopped then furrowed your eyebrows

‘hickey? what-’

‘dont act like you dont know, y/n. so just be honest and tell me who’s your boyfriend’

lmao i shouldnt laugh bc this was supposed to be sad but im cackling at how dumb oikawa really is sometimes

‘i-i,,,,’

you stuttered but you knew this was the perfect opportunity

you could just blame it on this ridiculous misunderstanding

its a difficult hole to get out of but it would be easier than the other

so you pretended to be flustered and turned around to hide your face

‘it was a one-time thing, oikawa-san. i promise it wont happen again’

HELLO WHAT

the team was leaking the feeling of RAGE

how dare someone take their manager!

she was theirs!

and it doesnt help that every player might have a little thing for you

is this really turning into a harem

oikawa kept demanding answers but iwa hit him enough to quit and they finally went back to practicing but they were still distracted

every time they looked at you, they would grow flustered and red and end up missing a block or a serve

they just cant see their baby manager like that

you noticed it quickly and irritably got on them

‘stop staring at my neck and get back to practice!’

they flinched and saluted at you

lmao this little first year girl is able to control nearly a dozen <5′10 men who are all older than her

but you were glad that they finally stopped asking about it

this was going to go by smoothly and you were going to be okay

however,,,

several days later,,,

this is an angst fanfiction so i will bring thy angst

you were taking out your class garbage since it was your group’s turn in cleaning the classroom when you were grabbed by the arm on your way back

it was still outside and after school so it wouldve been an unlikely situation that someone would help you

it was that biatch miyo again and her 2 minions behind her

then you recognized one girl from the track team who was actually a year older than you but you saw her dropping off some files in the office

if you tried to run, she could easily grab you w her fast legs

great

you were stuck

you let out a tired sigh and crossed your arms on your chest

‘what is it you want from me, again?’

she smirked

‘you really dont know how to listen, do you? i told you to stay away from oikawa but youre still flaunting around with him!’

is she serious?

this girl was borderline stalker/yandere type of girl

you gave her an incredulous look and frowned

‘girl, do you hear yourself? you damn crazy and im leaving’

but she grabbed you back and shoved you against the wall

but this time, you kicked her on the chest to make her fall on her flat booty

surprise was written on their faces and you stretched your arms in front of you to symbolize distance

‘one more step and ill beat tf out of you. i just got my nails off so id watch it if i were you’

miyo huffed and stood up, brushing herself, glaring at one of the girls who tried to help her

then she remembered what you told her

‘hmm? if you hit me, you could be kicked off of the team since you hurt another student. so, go ahead, little kouhai’

she was right

even if it was self-defense, the school’s disciplinary section sucked and just suspended or kicked off people left and right even though they didnt do anything wrong

you were stumped

you were here on a scholarship, not on tuition

your mom would KILL you if she found out you got into a fight and got a record

but you didnt show that and kept your tough facade

‘dont challenge me. i could be a crazy bitch and i dont think youd like your little face being all messed up. so watch your mouth and leave me alone’

you turned to leave but she grabbed your hair and tugged it back

lmao flashbacks to the other part

she twisted your hair into a ponytail and had a firm grip while a girl kicked you behind your knees so you would fall to the ground

oh no you were done w this

you elbowed miyo on the stomach the hardest you could and she groaned which loosened her hold and you kicked her again to the ground

some other girl hit your side and you winced before slapping her straight across the face bc you didnt want to punch her and hurt your knuckles

but they were really testing you

the last girl still had your hair but you twisted around to face her and just did the last you could think of that would hurt

hit her right between her legs

you finally escaped their hold and miyo lunged after you

‘oh my god leave me alone!’

you yelled before holding up your arms to protect your face but she scratched your arms

obviously you were losing this bc it was just you but you were going to fight as much as you can

‘bad kouhais need to be punished! your senpais need to teach you a lesson!’

miyo screeched and you grabbed her arm before punching her straight at the boob

sorry rebecca

however, one girl was smart and did the same thing you did to her knees and made you fall to a kneeling position and eventually made you curl into a fetal position

gurl we actually fighting so hard considering we’ve never been in a fight

they continuously kicked you before miyo pulled up your head so you could sit up and kneel in front of her

ofc you tried to grab at her and punch at her

but these other girls were able to catch you and trap your arms in their hold and had their feet on your legs so you couldnt kick

great, another bathroom scene

your arms were bleeding from miyo’s scratches and your sides were hurting after their kicks

you lost and you were already bleeding in places you didnt think you would

this would be the last attempt and if he doesnt come, you’re done for

‘IIIIIIWWWWWAAAAAAAA-SAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!’

your scream echoed throughout the entire are

possibly could be heard in new york

and your voice became hoarse

ofc the girls were surprised and caught off guard but when there was silence and clear that no one was coming, they started laughing

‘oh, so cute! iwa-san? is that supposed to be iwaizumi-san? heh, you whoring around w him too? thats so cute-’

‘LET. GO. OF. HER. NOW.’

I GOT CHILLS

the girls holding you shrieked and dropped their hold on you before scrambling back causing you to drop to the ground

miyo’s eyes were wide and there was horror all over her face at the voice of that infamous boy

kyotani kentarou

‘WHAT THE FK ARE YOU DOING?!’

he yelled and miyo turned around to be met with his piercing eyes before screaming and running away with her minions in tow

‘YEA RUN AWAY! FKING COWARDS!’

ltr the cursing is so awkward for me to do but this is his character and im just so awkward so sorry!!

you coughed and winced at the pain on your side which caught his attention

again, he noticed you as the manager of their team and you’ve been hanging out w him, well, just him staring at you, at the alley while you feed the animals

you were actually nice and caring and definitely didnt deserve this

‘oi, y-you okay?’

you didnt look up, just closing your eyes in pain and biting your lips to not let out the crying

his eyes softened at you and he noticed you were trying to act tough and brave even though you just got beat up

normally, he wouldnt even help anyone but it seems you just did something to him

he sighed before gently picking you up, you not even bothering to stop him, and he held you tightlyin his arms as he carried you to the nurses office

he had a feeling you didnt want to be seen like this and hes been in the nurse enough to know she actually leaves the moment school ends

you let out a shaky breath as he set you down on the cot and you opened your eyes to reach your hold for him when he went away

‘n-no, don’t leave-’

but he grunted softly before holding your wrist

‘im just getting your damn medicine. chill out’

lowkey getting bakugou vibes

you nodded and went to close your eyes again

kyo returned w some pain relief medicine from his bag that he carries

babie actually gets into fights often and he needs it sometimes

and he had alcohol medicine kind istg and bandaids for your arms

it was silent as you drank the pills and he sat down next to you so he could treat the wounds

but he let his curiosity take over him

‘why the fk did you let them do this to you’

he grunted and you scoffed with a smile

‘let? more like overpower me and grip me as they just hit me’

‘cant you fight them back?’

you glared at him

‘bruh i literally kneed some girl in their cooch but they just some superhuman typa girls that cant be hurt’

he sighed

‘maybe you just werent strong enough’

okay listen here you lil shit

you didnt want to listen to him scold you anymore so you just went back to closing your eyes

but kyo is actually lowkey nosy so he kept asking questions

‘the first time we met. was it her too?’

you flinched in surprise

‘you remembered that?’

‘ofc i did. you looked like shit. not as bad as this but still like shit’

‘gee thanks, stranger-kun’

‘kyotani,,, kentarou’

you smiled

‘nice to meet you, kyotani kentarou. im l/n y/n’

‘i know’

he mumbled but you didnt catch it

‘thanks for hearing me and coming to help’

he hummed

he wasnt going to tell you that he actually heard the scream for his idol and thought hed be there so he ran to go see him but instead saw you

kyo just respects and looks up to iwa-chan so much it warms my heart uwu-

once you were all patched up, you were finally able to stand but you still staggered

he grabbed your arm softly and sat you back down

‘what the hell are you going to tell the team?’

you paused then sighed

‘i dont know. ill figure something out’

but he knew how observant the players would be and they would catch on

after all, he was there watching at the top bleachers as oikawa yelled at you for the ‘hickey’

‘if they didnt hit your face, you could get away with it. but you have wounds all over you and theyd find out. im guessing youre doing this bc you dont want to trouble them or burden them? bc they would do something about it?’

you just stared at this guy

‘how-’

‘just a guess’

he also wasnt going to tell you that he was actually part of the team but the constant fighting got him in suspension

and the fact that his parents were donors for the school, he only got a tap on the wrist

‘so what do i do, then?’

‘tell them-’

‘no i cant do that! another plan, kyo-kun!’

‘oi, im a second year, idiot. treat me with respect’

the irony bc he totally treats oikawa like trash

‘i just,,,, oikawa-san is seen as this prince/gentleman type and i know how protective he is towards me so the slightest problem could cause him to be ballistic. miyo is popular enough to circulate rumors about him and hes already in his third year and she is too so i just have to endure one year until theyre gone’

kyo was disgusted

all this for that stupid idiot captain?

‘youre dumber than i thought’

you weakly hit him at the arm

‘so mean, kyo-san’

‘i dont think its right youre suffering for someone who isnt even worth it’

you glared and linked your fingers together

‘im the manager. i knew this would happen the moment i signed up but i didnt care. as manager, i have to keep up the team’s image and their popularity for support so i cant let all that be ruined just bc a little first year girl couldnt fight for herself’

‘just tell them, kid. less problems’

then he stood up to leave

‘kid?! im only a year younger than you! what you mean!’

but you were panicking

someone knew about you being hurt and they could easily tell the team

and it only increased when he entered the gym and later introduced himself as a player

you were so surprised that you stopped breathing

‘kyo-san,,,’

you muttered and he glared at you

well, more like look at you but i have a theory that kyo actually has problems w his sight so it looks like he’s glaring at you constantly but hes just actually trying to see clearly

‘yo’

oikawa was surprised at this interaction

‘eh? you know kyoken-chan?’

you nodded, still looking at the blonde

‘i-uh’

‘its none of your business’

kyotani grunted and you sighed in relief

maybe your secret would be safe

you were still uneasy about him accidentally revealing it, especially since he practically worships iwaizumi-san, but he kept his mouth shut

your caring personality at first was overbearing on him but he appreciated your efforts like volunteering on helping him with his eyeliner or asking him if he needed help with his medical tape

ngl, he also thought you were there just bc it was a team full of guys and you thought you could have that weird girl fantasy of having a harem

but you cared for them like practically a mother and continuously made it clear to oikawa that you were NOT interested in going on a date with him

you werent annoying, you were nice, and you weren’t pushy so he actually showed you respect and took a liking to you

this created a soft of protectiveness around you

sometimes, he would see you around school and he would practically glare at the girls he knew hated you

and when he wasnt there to protect you, you would call him to the nurses office where he would mumble apologies of not being there while patching you up before he would go over and threaten them to touch you again and he would bite their fingers off

aww hes so cute

ofc he still kept your secret bc it wasnt his business to tell

until that one day

it was normal practice with you helping the boys toss the balls so they could spike it

iwaizumi spiked it really hard making you flinch and he apologized profusely after you almost fell off the chair you were standing on in surprise

‘im just angry that that damn shittykawa is the captain and is late to his own damn practice’

oikawa? late?

that was unheard of

you were about to get off the chair and look for him when the devil himself entered the gym with the devil’s mistress on his arm

miyo was holding on to his arm as he laughed at something she said and ruffled her hair

you dropped the ball and kyotani quickly moved to you so he could stand in front of you protectively

‘oi! shittykawa! youre late!’

oikawa just smiled and pointed at the girl

‘miyo-chan made us cookies, iwa-chan!’

at the mention of food, the boys ran forward but you and kyotani remained at the side at the infamous name

you got off the chair and hurriedly placed an arm in front of him

‘don’t, kyo-san’

‘the bitch-’

‘i know. but please, dont’

you begged and he huffed before aggresively wrapping an arm around your shoulder

aggressively cares for you

‘if she does something or even talks shit, i will-’

‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan! come here!’

oikawa called but kyotani snarled at him

you smile wobbled when miyo’s eyes narrowed at you and she smirked

‘oh? your manager is so cute, oikawa-kun!’

the rest of the team was just blinking at this weird tension

kyo had his arm tightly around you and hatingly glaring at this girl, who was icily smirking at you, and you tightly holding kyo’s shirt with a worried glint in your eyes

‘you were late to your own damn practice, oikawa. stop wasting time eating this shit and go back to playing’

tbh it still shocks you at how rudely kyo talks to oikawa but you were too pre-occupied on making sure this kid wasnt going to lunge at this girl

‘a-ah, right. oikawa-san, we have to return to practice. if you excuse us, miyo-san-’

you were about to gently grab oikawa’s arm to bring him back when she grabbed your wrist and secretly gripped it

‘oh, dont be so uptight, y/n-chan! i worked so hard-’

but kyo immediately snatched her hand away from you and squeezed it as tight as he could, making her wince

oikawa noticed the pain in miyo’s face and he was angry that kyotani was hurting a girl

‘oi! kyotani!’

he shouted and pushed him away, making the team, even iwa, worriedly look at kyo and brace themselves for the beating

iwa jumped into action and held the second year back while you jumped in front of oikawa

‘kyo-san, calm-’

‘you! be quiet’

he shouted, finger pointing at you

‘and you!’

before pointing to oikawa

‘you are a shitty captain’

‘kyotani!’

iwa was just straight out confused and hes really questioning life decisions right now

mom is stressed and confused, i repeat, MOM IS STRESSED AND CONFUSED

oikawa’s eyes narrowed but he just calmly talked

‘we’ll talk about this later’

‘miyo-san, we really need to practice so if you could see yourself out’

iwa gently smiled to the girl, who was about to protest, but makki and mattsun has already pointed to the door

she huffed then turned to leave and once she was gone, iwa let go of kyotani

‘kyotani, what the hell was that’

oikawa lowly asked and you were about to put your arms out to separate them but yahaba and watari grabbed you so you wouldnt be caught in the middle

then kyo turned to you, fire in his eyes

‘either you tell him or i will’

can we just talk about how protective kyo is?

you trembled and you roughly left yahaba and watari’s grip so you could gently place your hands on his chest

‘please, kyo. just leave it, okay? remember, it’s my busi-’

‘if i see that bitch enter this gym again, i dont give a flying fuck if shes a girl. ill beat the living daylights out of her’

‘kyotani kentarou, what-!’

oikawa shouted but your glare shut him up

‘y/n-chan, what is going on’

‘n-nothing. kyo-san is just, yknow, being him. you know? okay. now lets get back to practice, everyone!’

coach irihata and the other guy sharing that look

to say the least, miyo was pissed

and when she was pissed at you, she always did what she normally does

she corners you wherever its deserted and beat you with the help of her minions who holds you down while she slaps, hits, or kicks you

girlie you needs to tell the boys youre literally getting hit and abused and im just-!!!!!!!!!

and thats exactly what she did

only this time, she wore hard-tipped shoes

‘see, y/n-chan? i saved up and got these shoes just for you!’

the minions were just sharing looks of fear and genuine sympathy for you

they were only there bc she blackmailed them with pictures doing questionable things and if they dont help, they would be released

as usual, you didnt cry, biting your lip as you winced from the pain of her kick at your side

‘youre so pathetic. how could you do this to a person? and all this for your oikawa-san? for a boy?’

you wheezed at her causing her eyes to flare

‘HAH?! SAY THAT AGAIN!’

‘i said-’

but you were cut off when she slapped the soul out of you

her ring cut you at the lip and you cringed at the taste of blood from your lip

‘what else? we gotta hurry this up, miyo, because practice started like 5 minutes ago and im going to get yel-’

‘SHUT UP!’

kyotani entered the gym after his talk with his teacher and immediately looked around for you

his honey brown eyes scanned the area and they widened as your figure wasn’t in sight

‘oi, yahaba, wheres the manager’

the boy shrugged from the side

‘i dont know. shes late though’

oh god

‘kindaichi! kunimi! youre in the same grade right? did you see where she went after class?’

kunimi paused to remember before answering

‘she stayed after to talk to obe-sensei for the homework, that’s all i know’

that meant she stayed behind and was probably somewhere

‘SHIT!’

he shouted before bolting out the door

ofc the boys were all worried of his outburst and started yelling after him

‘kyotani!’

‘kyoken-chan?!’

they followed him, who was running as fast as he can

the girls would probably do it outside to avoid having to clean up their mess and he almost wrenched the door open in a hurry to take a lap around the school building

it was certainly a sight to see: a boy with dyed blonde hair and two brown lines followed after an entire volleyball team who were screaming after him

‘YOU-!’

he heard that bitch voice and bolted towards the back, where the dumpster was, and found you at the same position like the first time he saw you

blood was dripping on the floor from your busted lip and a cut on your cheek while your eyes were wide at the sight of kyotani’s panting form

‘kyo-!’

‘kyotani!’

your eyes watered at the sight of the entire volleyball team behind him, also eviqualiently surprised yet fuming angry

the girls who held you dropped your arms and ran for the hills so they wouldnt get caught

kyo pushed miyo aside as he grabbed you from the floor and held you

oikawa gave miyo a look that cannot even be described in words

all it was: incredibly, super, ridiculously, heatedly, furiously, angry

now multiply that by the entire team

‘hm, my father, who is the chieftain of the police, mentioned about there being jail time for even minors who commit serious acts like assault or bullying’

mattsun seethed

‘really? i think he’d like the video as evidence against kenta miyo for assault and battery, including bullying, so how many years would that add up to? nearly a decade?’

the girl miyo squeaked as oikawa and iwaizumi roughly grabbed each wrist

‘how long’

miyo trembled at the increased pressure on her wrist

‘IM ASKING YOU A FUCKING QUESTION! HOW LONG!’

iwaizumi has never shouted at a girl before and hopefully, it would be the last

‘s-s-since l-last month’

you burrowed your head in kyotani’s shirt

‘please dont’

‘shut the fk up, y/n-chan, we’re not talking to you right now’

oikawa coldly reprimanded

‘everyone, take y/n away. iwaizumi and i can take care of this. but mattsun, makki, track down those 3 girls and find others who have even touched our manager’

‘got it, boss’

if it was in a different situation, you wouldve applauded oikawa at his ability to be a leader but you were currently in pain from the bruises and the cuts all over you

your fellow first-years were angrily punching things in the nurse’s office

rip nurse in the morning when she finds holes all over her walls

the irony is, the most agressive one, kyotani kentarou, was the calmest as he quietly cleaned your wounds and placed ointment on the bruises

‘i told you so’

he mumbled and you scoffed

‘howd you find me anyways?’

‘dumb bitch yaps really loud’

he answered

no one was yelling at you and no one was saying a word

eventually, oikawa and iwaizumi entered followed by the rest of the third years

‘why. why didnt you tell us, y/n?’

oikawa asked as he sat down on the chair beside the bed

you looked down and fiddled with your fingers

‘if i did, you wouldve hurt her. and she wouldve spread rumors about you and ruin the image and reputation of the grand king and the volleyball team. i didnt want to do that to you and thought i could just endure it one year since youre graduating anyways’

iwaizumi sucked in a harsh breath

‘you wouldn’t have known what we were going to do. you are no oracle and you dont know how we are going to handle this situation. so you were really stupid for keeping these things to yourself, y/n. you may be our manager and our caretaker but let us take care of you too’

you nodded but your tears fell

‘sorry. im really sorry. i didnt meant to trouble you’

‘stop apologizing, y/n’

‘sorry’

‘y/n!’

you bowed your head low and bit your lip in guilt

‘i shouldve told you but i didnt and now everyone is troubled-’

‘we’re a team, y/n. youre not a lone wolf anymore. you have a pack standing right beside you’

watari mumbled and he sat down to give you his favorite hug: the one arm hug

‘im super angry right now and it might seem like im snappy but i really want you to know, y/n, that i really love you and i am just hurt that you didnt trust us enough to tell us you were suffering when i trust you with my entire being. so next time youre hurting or in pain, dont you dare keep it to yourself. tell us, okay? tell your senpais and friends about it so we can share that burden’

oikawa babie you are so mature like what-

what started out as a hug from watari turned into a team hug around the tiny bed, even kyo joined, and you were so happy you found a good team that appreciated you and everything youve done and accepted you as one of their own

‘oikawa-san, what did you do to miyo?’

‘again, im mad y/n-chan, so please dont talk about her right now’

‘iwa-san?’

‘dont use those puppy eyes on me! dont you dare-- okay, we’re pressing charges’

silence

‘WHAT?!’

‘and iwa-chan slapped her!’

‘WHAT?!’

‘shut up shittykawa you did too!’

‘WHAT?!’

a/n: this hurted a bit and im sorry if this was lowkey awkward and all over the place but i didnt exactly know how to portray this situation since ive never experienced this, just bullying in general, before but for those who have, please tell someone so that you dont have to carry that burden by yourself. it doesnt have to be a your parents, but talk to a trusted adult so that this type of stuff doesnt happen to you bc you truly dont deserve that type of treatment and deserve to be happy and feel safe in an environment like school or anywhere in general

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kpop-stan23-writes · 3 years ago

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moonbin as a high school kdrama character

so i read this post by @milkybonya and was inspired!

group: astro member: moonbin genre: fluff word count: 3k warnings: mild cursing? pairing: moonbin x gn!reader (let me know if i missed something)

note: i have not spent any time in the korean school system, so the school experience in this will be kinda a mix of my own experiences in high school (the start of the school year in the late summer/fall) and what i've read up or seen in actual kdramas (like how the students stay in the room and the teachers move from class to class)

moon bin has been the top athlete practically since he could walk

basically a child prodigy in anything physical - swimming, basketball, track, you name it

as such, by the time he's a senior in high school, he's something of a local legend

so he's also kinda got a big head

also does annoyingly well in school

almost always sleeping in class or texting his friends or playing games on his phone

and skips out on the study sessions even if they're mandatory

but still manages to earn high marks

he participates in all sports, so very in shape

and always likes to show off when he can

like lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead

or will wear no-sleeve shirts at every opportunity to show off his arms

not that he really needs an excuse to show off

since he's on the swim team...

he's just being obnoxious at this point

you've just transferred even though it's your last year of high school

so you have no idea who this moon bin kid is

and because you don't really care about sports, you don't really care about him

you, of course, are in his homeroom and since you're new, the teacher makes you introduce yourself

you're only slightly awkward, because who likes having that many eyes on them, but it's quick and painless and now it's a matter of finding you a seat

of course, there's only one seat empty

and of course, it's right next to moon bin

the teacher asks one of the students seated in the middle-middle of the room to take that empty seat

you're quick to assure him it's fine, you're okay sitting in the back

he gives you a look, and so do some of the other students, because are you sure? you want to start the last and most important year seated next to the student most likely to disturb your studies?

but of course you don't know this, so you insist you'll take the seat in the back

moon bin watches with a smirk on his face the whole time

oh boy, he thinks to himself. a new student to fall in love with me

he leans back casually, balancing on the rear legs of his chair while lacing his fingers behind his head

it's still hot, so everyone's dressed in their summer uniforms, which means moon bin's shirt is completely unbottoned over his white t-shirt, which the girls love because it's definitely maybe just a tad too snug

especially when he's got his hands behind his head, like he does now

you notice the movement and notice his chest, which is barely straining against the soft fabric

you also notice that his relaxed, slightly bored expression changes when he notices you notice him

he smirks and you sigh; oh. he's that type of student

he expects you to grow flustered and blush and try not to look at his chest even though he definitely wants you to

instead, you scoff under your breath when you reach your seat and sit without another glance his direction

not even when his chair drops back to the floor with a crash, making everyone else turn in his direction

the teacher asks him what's going on and moon bin just chuckles and makes up something about losing his balance

once that's resolved, everyone goes back to listening to the teacher

but moon bin is sneaking glances your way while you keep your eyes glued on the chalk board even though you are very aware of the pair of eyes on you

by the time class is over, moon bin is sulking

because no one has ever not been interested in him before

and he's stubbornly not about to accept anything different now

which means:

operation make-[y/n]-like-moon-bin is a go

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

you catch on pretty quick

which makes you ignore him even more

which makes him try even harder to catch your attention

for the most part, you're pretty good at letting things just slide off you like water off a duck

but it's the first big test of the year in the subject you struggle with the most

it's study period, so there is no teacher in the room and most of the students are busy studying

except moon bin

because yes, he gets good grades without trying

but this subject, the one you're the worst at, he's the best at

so he takes the absence of a teacher to flick bits of paper at you

this isn't the first time he's done something like this

so he expects you to continue to ignore him until he gets bored and moves onto the next get-[y/n]-to-notice-him scheme

except it's been a long week

and you're stressing over this test

on top of the other class work for the other classes

so you snap

you're so done with this week that you don't even care you've gotten the attention of the other students

you just glare at moon bin

and he's so shocked his mouth falls open a little and his eyes widen

and he just...sits there

"jesus christ!" you finally exclaim, slamming down your pencil and whirling around to face moon bin. unfortunately for him, his fingers were in the process of flicking another wad of paper your way and he can't stop them. the last bit of paper sails toward you and nails you right between the eyes.

normally, it would be funny and he would laugh and so would the rest of the class and maybe you would even fight a chuckle. but your glance is so dark and furious that he shrinks back just slightly.

"i get that you enjoy trying to get my attention," you say hotly. "but if you've been paying any attention to me, you would see that now is not the time to be doing something so juvenile! if it's attention you want so damn much, there are plenty of other girls who would be more than willing to provide your fill!"

the teacher enters the class for the next period just then and looks between you and moon bin. "is something wrong?" she asks.

"nothing," you say, tearing your glare away from moon bin to address the teacher.

"nothing," moon bin agrees, though his gaze is still on you.

the teacher starts the class and you dutifully take notes, the cold shoulder you're giving moon bin enough to make those around you edge away.

the school day is finally over and you shove your things in your bag in record time and storm out of the room, yanking the sliding door open with more force than necessary and then slamming it shut behind you so hard the glass pane shivers.

and so does moon bin. because even though you never really gave him the time of day despite all of his attempts to get your attention, you had always gone along with it. sometimes he could swear he sees a hint of a smile on your lips and a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

but you had been right. for all his attention poured into getting you to pay attention to him, he never paused long enough to consider how you were feeling. and in retrospect, the signs were obvious. you had been arriving later than normal over the course of the week, once even almost missing morning check-in. there were bags under your eyes and when you were with your friends, you were quieter and didn't participate as much in conversation.

and of course he knew there was one class in particular that always gave you trouble. you sat next to each other, after all, and he would always sneak a glance at the grades you made on the quizzes or returned homework assignments. he would hear you sigh in frustration and scratch your head in confusion as you tried to work out what you did wrong.

moon bin worries the whole weekend, dreading monday but also impatient for it to arrive, just so he can...he's not sure what. apologize? offer assistance in class? he doesn't know; he's never been in this situation, never been so totally and completely in the wrong.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

the weekend crawls to an end, but for you, it flies by in an instant. you get to school early, rather begrudgingly, hoping the change of scenery would help you retain anything.

your movements are heavy as you trudge into the classroom, only to come to an abrupt halt.

because you're not the first one there

moon bin is at his desk

and he looks nervous

he's sitting on the edge of his chair, his leg bouncing up and down, his hands clasped in front of his mouth

you contemplate checking to see if the library's open this early

but he jumps to his feet and calls your name

"wait!"

you sigh and cross your arms tightly across your chest. "what?" you deadpan.

"i'm sorry," he says quietly.

you quirk an eyebrow in disbelief. "you're what?"

"sorry," he repeats, louder this time and looking you square in the eyes. "i'm sorry i was a jerk to you on friday."

you can just stare at him for a moment, trying to determine his sincerity. his face certainly looks sincere, but he's also a very good actor, if the way he can talk himself out of trouble is any indication.

in a few quick strides, you're standing directly in front of moon bin's desk. he startles a little at the sudden proximity, and then blinks owlishly when you lean your face closer to his, trying your best to read his expression.

"fine," you say after a moment, turning away and plopping into your seat next to his. "apology accepted."

he remains standing for another beat, feeling a little overwhelmed by your sudden closeness and then just as sudden distance. he slowly sinks down into his chair and turns to you as you begin pulling out your notes.

he watches you while you begin to pour over past assignments and quizzes, but then jumps a little when you whirl around to face him.

"if you're going to start flicking papers at me, i take back my 'apology accepted,'" you scowl.

"no, sorry!" moon bin exclaims, his eyes widening a little. "i just...well..." his gaze drifts to the papers on your desk and then back to you. you clear your throat, suddenly embarrassed by your poor scores. you turn away and attempt to shove everything away, but moon bin catches your wrist, to both your surprise.

you glance between his hand on your wrist and his face, and he quickly pulls away, his cheeks starting to turn a bit pink. he clears his throat and says, "well, i thought maybe...i could help you...with studying..."

and suddenly, it's a regular thing

moon bin, voluntarily, in the library

everyone's shocked

and the whispers and stares start to follow you around

but again, you’re new

you have no idea who moon bin is, don't know his reputation, what's regular and irregular for him

and you just think "about damn time he does something other than flex his muscles"

and he's surprisingly good at tutoring

you almost ask him why he doesn't tutor other students

but he's really only good because he wants to be of assistance to you

he doesn't want to be a burden

you work your butt off during those tutoring sessions, because you want so badly to conquer this subject that has forever been the goliath to your david

and moon bin has seen how hard you work in your classes

but he can't help but be impressed with how much effort you pour into getting better

even at a subject you hate and that has beaten you at every turn

moon bin, despite his sportiness and his bright smile, keeps a relatively small friend circle

and they are floored by the sudden change in moon bin

because he's never worked so hard to get someone to so much as look at him

and they realize before he does

before anyone else does

that he's actually falling for you

because he does more than just tutor you

he actually listens to you

like when you hear soft snoring coming from next to you one day in class

you glance over and see moon bin peacefully snoozing, his cheek resting against his fist

with a huff, you jab his elbow with your own, causing his head to drop dangerously close to the desk

you just meet his glare with your own when he whirls around to face you

or when you express your incredulousness when you discover moon bin has never been punished for missing mandatory after-school study sessions

what do you know, he shows up to the very next one and sits next to you

you think nothing of it, but can tell by the gasps and whispers that something major just happened

or you hiss at him to put away his damn phone

because the vibrating it does when he receives a text is distracting

or because his soft exclamations while he plays games is just plain annoying

when his friends ask him about his sudden silence during class, he says he got his phone taken away

when his gamer mates demand to know why he suddenly stopped playing during their usual scheduled battles, he tells them he got bored of the game

or he overhears you scoff when he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe his brow of sweat, showing off his abs to the squeals of the other girls during gym class

he glances your way to see you roll your eyes and whisper to your friend

he frowns but never does it again

it's not until just before finals before winter break that moon bin realizes what his friends have known for months

he likes you

like, actually likes you

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

it starts when you don't show up by morning roll call

if there's one thing moon bin has discovered about you

(like there's only one thing)

you hate being late

hate it to the point that you get anxious if you can't get to school at least fifteen minutes before first bell

it's not until midday that he overhears someone say that you've caught a bad bug

he immediately worries for you, since the teachers have been giving out even more study material to prepare everyone for finals

after school, he goes up to the teachers' office and quietly asks if he can get a copy of all the extra handouts

when asked why, he says he dropped his in the locker room and got them all wet

the teachers clearly don't believe him but give him the handouts he requests

then he's tracking down your friends

at first he considers dropping them off himself

but instead just shove the papers in your friend's hands and turns away without a word

that continues for the rest of the week as you miss more and more days

when you finally come back to class in time for the first day of finals, you march up to moon bin and drop all the handouts on his desk

he looks up at you and you just stare down at him

your expression is impossible to read and moon bin prepares himself for the worst

but your lips finally turn upward in a small smile and you give him a quiet 'thank you' before taking your seat beside him

"i don't know what you're talking about," he says immediately.

you snort. "please," you say. "did you really think my friends wouldn't tell me who gave them the papers?" he continues to stare at his notes. without thinking, you reach out and place your hand on top of his wrist. his eyes snap up to you and you say, "seriously. i really appreciate it. you didn't have to."

moon bin's heart is hammering in his chest and he wonders if you can feel his pulse in his wrist, where your fingers still lay. he clears his throat and just nods. you turn away, taking your warm touch with you, and you start cramming.

you have to wait a grueling two weeks of winter break before test scores are revealed

the first day of the new semester, everyone arrives early to get a glance at rankings

you make your way slowly to the bulletin board, heart beating nervously

you wait patiently behind the crowd of students, not super anxious to find out any sooner than necessary

you finally make it to the front of the queue and slowly find your name, listed alphabetically

and nearly faint from relief

because while you were expecting average-to-better-than-average grades for most of the subjects

you are beyond shocked to see that not only did you score well in the subject you dread

but your score is fifth best of the entire grade

you hear a quiet congratulations over your shoulder and you know without turning around who it is

because you have grown used to his soft tone from days spent in the library

you don't think twice before throwing your arms around moon bin's neck, a giddy laugh escaping your lips

"i couldn't have done it without you!" you say happily. "thank you so much!"

you pull away to get another look at the score, because wow you're excited

but moon bin catches your hand before you turn away from him completely

and he says simply

"i like you"

you grin and say, "about time you admitted it"

moon bin smiles back and asks, "are you free after school?"

"is the great moon bin asking me on a date?" you ask, raising an eyebrow

both of you ignore the gasps and wide eyes around you

"yes," he says without missing a beat, a wide grin making his eyes turn into crescent moons. "so, are you?"

"yes," you say without missing a beat, a matching grin making your eyes turn into stars.

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let me know how you like the format! part bullet point, part full writing

#astro #moonbin #astro scenarios #moonbin scenarios #astro fluff #moonbin fluff

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supercorpkid · 4 years ago

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Can you keep a secret?

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Kelly Olsen x Niece!Reader

Word count: 2960.

For this to make sense, please read New Girl first

She kisses you. And you kiss her back. And your body feels out of control. Your heart races, your palms get sweaty, your breath gets caught in your lungs, because you’re kissing. You’re finally doing what you’ve been thinking about for at least a week.

You were too scared to admit this to yourself, because you know that in your life people don’t usually tend to give you a chance past your name, and you were sure Maya would get up and leave one day and never look back to the freaks she was once friends with.

A smile is stuck in your lips, even while you kiss. You are not dumb, you’re not a stupid, and you’re not a damn fool. She does like you, and she does see more than the Luthor name. And so, you’re kissing your only friend. Jamie’s only friend.

“Oh.” You say when she steps away from you, and she chuckles.

“Rao, you’re such a weirdo.” Maya has a smile on her face and you can see she doesn’t mean it like she meant yesterday. This time it’s not a bad thing. You feel your cheeks getting hotter and you know you’re blushing like a total loser.

“Oh God, you’re saying Rao now.” You smile back at her. You think about how the word ‘God’ just rolled out of your tongue so effortless. How kissing her was so easy, and good, and how right it felt.

You always thought your powers would kill you, but now, while you’re reaching for her hand and she lets you hold it, now you know it’s the normalcy that will kill you. This strong powerful feeling of just being -aside from all the strength and intelligence- this is what might make your heart explode in your chest and just kill you.

“Shall we go to class?” She asks, and you look at the dimples on her cheeks and you just want to kiss her more. And forever.

“If we must.”

You don’t let go of her hand and she doesn’t let go of yours. The whole school can stop and watch for all you care. They can throw tomatoes and call you freaks. They can tell you to kill yourself as much as they would like to, because for once, you don’t fucking care. You don’t.

“Where the hell were you guys?” Jamie asks when she sees both of you going inside the classroom. It takes her a few seconds to acknowledge your intertwined fingers. She drops her mouth comically low and you smile. “Shut up.”

“What?” You let go of Maya’s hand to sit on the same place you always do. She goes to the desk behind Jamie.

“I mean, I saw it coming, but-” Jamie says and you laugh. How the hell did she see it coming when you didn’t see it yourself? “Oh my God!” She talks a little louder. “I thought you were going to be single forever, but I’m the one who will!”

“Oh no, big-Danvers.” You put your hand on her shoulder. “You’re gonna find someone.”

“Yeah, Jamie!” Maya agrees, putting her hand on top of yours, making you blush again. “We can even help you, if you want.”

“Uh.” Jamie huffs. “How is it that you’re both already super annoying about it?”

You smile at the teacher who’s about to start the class. You smile at Jamie next to you. You smile at Maya. You smile at the window, and the colleagues that hate you. You smile at everyone. You haven’t felt like this before in your life.

Sure, you are loved by your moms, your aunts, cousins (Conner here included), and maybe even both of your grandmothers. But this is family. You don’t think Maya loves you, but she is interested, and she wants to get to know you, and that alone feels amazing and like being loved, especially because this is what? The first time?

“Quit smirking at me, I’m serious!” Jamie kicks your cast next to you and your smile widens, unbothered.

“Hey, don’t kick her. You’re going to hurt her.” Maya jumps to your defense, making you smile harder.

“I’m not smirking!” You defend yourself, while totally smirking at Jamie.

“Well, quit doing whatever it is that you’re doing with your face, dipshit.”

“This is me with a cheery disposition. A ray of sunshine in a mist of gloom. Don’t put a cloud over my sunshine.”

“Jesus Christ, you sound like aunt Kara.” Jamie says and you think about it. You do sound like your momma.

“Rain cloud.” You tease, but you stop smiling.

Your chemistry teacher is talking nonstop and you hear words, but they’re not processed in your brain. You have other things to think about. Better things to dream about. Are you actually going to be annoying about the mere fact that you’ve kissed a girl?

“Hey, there she is!” Kara says excitedly when you walk in the living room later that night. “Where were you?”

“School?” You half answer, half ask. It’s not a lie, you were actually in school, but you weren’t doing school’s stuff at all. Unless school stuff involves you kissing Maya all afternoon.

“Oh, how was it? I know you didn’t want to go today.” Kara says and your legs tremble and you flick your eyes to Lena for a second, hoping she didn’t hear what Kara said. Even though she is basically sitting on Kara’s lap, arms tangled around her shoulders, face buried in the crook of Kara’s neck.

“You didn’t?” Lena snaps her head at you, and she already sounds worried. “Because of that girl?”

“What girl?” Kara asks, sitting up straight, making Lena untangle herself from her. You see the crinkle on her forehead peeking out of her furrowed brows, and you just want to dig a hole and fall to the center of the Earth to make this conversation stop.

“No one.” You answer fast. “There’s no girl. There’s no reason, I was just tired and being lazy, and I thought it would work.”

That could be true. And you know that any other parents would think exactly that, if their kid asked to skip class. But then again, you are not any other kid, and your moms are not any other parents.

“There was a girl.” Lena comes back to it and you close your eyes, feeling your heart squeezing in your chest. Damn it. “We saw a girl from her school at the mall yesterday, and she politely said hi and the girl-”

“Mom!” You yell to stop her. “It wasn’t a big deal! She just said I was weird.”

“WHAT?” Kara stands up immediately at the sound of that.

“I AM weird!” You shrug and Kara puts each hand on your arm, squeezing them gently.

“You are not weird! You’re amazing! This girl is a bully and you shouldn’t listen to her.” Kara kisses the top of your head and you breath deep. Good luck telling them that you just spent the entire afternoon kissing the lips of this bully.

“Ok, whatever, listen-” You untangle yourself from Kara, but she holds your hand not letting you go far.

“No baby, you listen to me.” Kara puts one lock of your hair behind your ear. “You’re amazing! Anyone who can’t see that it’s not worth having by your side. So, forget about this girl!”

But you can’t. You can’t forget about her, and her smile, her dimples, her bright hazel eyes, and the way she rolls her tongue when she says ‘Rao’. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that she says Rao in the first place, and that she looks incredibly cute while doing so. You can’t stop thinking about her flushed face after you two kissed. The way she keeps asking if your leg hurts, and drawing little hearts on your cast.

“Okay?” Kara says squeezing your shoulder gently. You’re taken away from your memories and you look at her shaking her head in denial.

“You guys are making a bigger deal than it is.” You untangle your shoulder from your momma’s hand. “Jamie calls me weird all the time and no one makes a fuss about it.”

“Because Jamie says it as a joke.” Lena says, and you look at her rolling your eyes. “She wasn’t joking, baby.”

“Ok, whatever. I just can’t ignore everyone who calls me weird, nerd or freak, can I?”

“Wait, what? Is that, love, is this happening at school? Are people calling you those names?” Lena stands up too, and you brace yourself for probably the longest speech you’ve ever heard. But then your phone rings a text, and you look down to it and can’t help a smile that comes.

“Um, no.” You look back at them. “It was a hypothetical situation. Now if you two don’t mind, I have homework.”

They don’t even have time to answer and you’re going back to your room the faster you can run with your leg cast still on. You throw yourself in bed and look at the text you just got.

Maya: Hey you 😊

You: Hello right back at ya!

Maya: Whatcha doin’?

You: Trying to do my homework, when all I can think about is you.

“Kid.” Kara puts her head inside your bedroom and you look up from your phone. “How’s that homework going?”

“Huh?” You furrow your brows, it takes a while to hit, but you finally realize what she means. “I’ll start in a minute.”

“Sooooo…” Kara sits on your bed trying to read your phone. “Who are you texting?”

“Um, the only person I text?” Why are you lying? You don’t even know. Actually, you do know. How the hell will you tell your moms that Maya is not bad and she doesn’t think, well she thinks you’re a weirdo, but not like they are imagining.

“Little one.” Kara calls you again, and you raise your eyes at her. “You’ve mentioned the people from your school don’t like you.”

“Mhm.” Eyes flickering back to the screen, waiting for an answer.

“Do they call you names?” Kara holds your chin up, and doesn’t let go, even when she hears a little ring on your phone. “Hey, Jamie can wait. Please talk to me.”

“I just don’t understand why you’re so worried about it now.” You shrug. “It’s nothing new. And trust me, that girl, she-she is not bad.”

“How is she not bad? She could’ve just said hi.”

“I know, but… It’s her mom who has it for the Luthors. Not her.” You breathe deep.

“How can you defend people who can’t even see past your name?” Kara asks and you smile at her, almost laughing.

“Please, like you don’t defend people who do worst things?” You untangle yourself from her hands and kiss her forehead. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course!”

“I got this, ok? You don’t need to worry.” Kara reluctantly agrees with her head.

“Will you tell me if I ever need to?”

“Yeah.” You kiss her head once more. “For sure.” You get up from your bed and sit on your desk. “Now I’m actually going to do my homework.”

“Ok.” Kara gets up too. “Dinner in an hour.”

But you obviously don’t work on your homework. You text and flirt, and smile to yourself like a loser, and you feel so happy that if you didn’t have a cast on, you would probably just float away like a balloon.

The week goes by in a blur. Time moves fast when you’re having fun, isn’t it right? You have stayed after class every day. Hiding yourself away with your girlfriend, kissing under the bleachers, feeling like a real teenage girl. If your colleagues had something to say about it, you wouldn’t know. Basically, because when you’re around Maya, all of them just become background noise.

It’s Saturday afternoon, you’re watching TV in the living room with your moms, but you’re anxiously waiting for the Olsen-Danvers to show up, so your aunt Alex can remove your cast. When you hear the doorbell, you’re out by the door before Kara and Lena even have time to acknowledge where the sound came from.

“Oh my God, finally!” You open the door and your response is furrowed brows.

“Did you just say God?” Aunt Alex holds your hand for support, even though you don’t need it anymore, and you sit on the first surface you see.

“Take it off. Pleaaaaase, please just free me from this prison! Take it oooooff!” You plead exaggeratedly and Alex gets on her knees to help you. “I’ve been counting the minutes.” You see your moms going inside the kitchen to meet everyone.

“Kid, you didn’t even let them settle.” Kara notices everything Kelly is holding and helps her with the bags.

“I did.” You didn’t though. “I just can’t take this anymore.” You look back at Jamie. “We can go flying!”

“Oh please, you just want to go see your gir-OW!” She screams when she feels your elbow on her ribcage.

“See who?” Lena asks, but the sound is drowned down by your excited yell when Alex finally removes the cast and you see your leg.

“FINALLY!” You stand up in one movement. “Would you look at that, I’m as good as new!” You use your superspeed rounding everyone in the kitchen, getting different reactions. Kara and Jamie are cheering excitedly, Alex is yelling that you should go slow, Lena is telling you to stop using your powers inside the house and she’s scared you might break something, and Kelly is just watching it all play out. You stop next to Jamie and grab her waist. “Don’t wait for us, we’re going flying!”

And flying you go despite all the protests you hear in the background. You missed flying so much. For the first time in your life, you realize that you love your powers, even though you can’t control them perfectly, you love them, and you don’t want them to go away ever again.

“Stop, stop.” Jamie asks and you land in your training center, looking very confused. “You didn’t tell them. You finally found yourself a girlfriend and you didn’t tell your moms about it.”

“I didn’t tell them yet.” You roll your eyes. “It’s not like I’ll be able to hide it forever.”

Jamie was ready to talk back when her phone rang.

“It’s your momma.” She picks it up. “Hey, aunt Kara. Yeah. No, it’s fine. Ok. Sure, I’ll tell her. Ok. Yeah. Bye.” Jamie looks at you. “Well, apparently you’re going to tell them now, because you left your phone at home and Maya texted.”

“Oh no!” Your eyes grow big and before Jamie can even blink you already picked her up, flew home, and landed in the backyard.

“Never. Do. That. Again.” She bends over and forces a vomit, but nothing comes out. You usually fly at a slower speed so she doesn’t feel sick.

“Sorry. Now, please, act cool.” You help her up, and go inside the house, to the kitchen where they are all together. “We’re back.”

“Great! How was the flying?” Kara asks and looks at Jamie, looking green next to you. “Flew too fast?” You both agree with your head.

Your moms look at each other like having a telepathic conversation that no one else can understand. Is Kara who breaks eye contact first.

“Some girl named Maya texted you.” She says pointing at your phone on the counter. You look at Jamie. “And apparently she misses you.”

“Oh. That’s nice.” Aunt Alex is the first one to have a reaction. You just stand there unmoving for a few seconds.

“Cool, well, thanks.” You grab your phone from the counter and run to your bedroom so you can answer the text. But you know you left Jamie behind, and that they’ll make her talk, so you use your super hearing .

“Jamie?” You hear Kara’s voice. “Who’s Maya?”

“Maya? I’m not sure…” Jamie’s voice comes next. You smile at the fact that she’s still keeping your secret.

“Should we worry?” It’s Lena’s voice that comes now.

“No! Not at all. Nothing to worry about. Well, I’m gonna-Yep.” It doesn’t take long until Jamie walks in your room and you smile at her. “Make me lie again, and I’ll figure out a way to kill you.”

She throws herself in your bed next to you, but you don’t lift your eyes from the text on your screen. You have the biggest dopiest smile ever.

“I don’t understand why you haven’t told them right there.” She pokes you in the face, and you shrug.

“Why haven’t you told your moms that you’re not gay?” You ask her back and she huffs.

“Not the same thing.” Jamie mumbles and you agree with your head.

“Last time Lena saw a boy in my lab she threatened to fire him, told Kara, and Kara followed him around National City dressed as Supergirl. Now poor Luke thinks Supergirl wants to leave him in Siberia just because he talked to me.” You raise your eyebrow at her. “And you wonder why I haven’t told them.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about the Luke thing.” Jamie breathes deep next to you. She slaps the phone out of your hands, and it falls on your face, making her laugh uncontrollable. “I should have filmed it and sent it to Maya.”

“It didn’t even hurt.” You pout. It didn’t hurt, but you know you looked stupid. “Ok, you know what? I’ll tell them about Maya, and you’ll tell them you’re not gay.”

“Those things are not codependent.” She first says, but then sighs like she’s agreeing. “Ok, whatever. Let’s have the most awkward family dinner ever.”

“Oh, I love awkward dinners.”

Notes:

@itzyourgirlnat prompt idea was that Lena and Kara found out on their own, se here it goes :)

#supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #supercorp #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #supercorpfamily #lena x reader #reader insert

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 271: My Hero Tokodemia

Previously on BnHA: Mic was all “goodbye X-Less don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” and just LEFT him with Tomura, like. ???! X-Less was all “I’m gonna sit here and do nothing and wait to die.” Ujiko was all “this has nothing to do with ANYTHING but I just want you to know that I conspired to murder your husband 15 years ago and ended up killing his best friend instead!” Tomura was all “what up bitches I’m in this chapter too” and had trippy dreams about hands and buildings and his family was there and also All for One (the dude)! Because guess what, Tomura has All For One (the quirk) now! Because AFO gave it to him! So yeah! And now he’s waking up, and Deku can apparently feel it happening because he’s a horcrux probably, and so basically everything is FINALLY GOING TO SHIT AND IT’S ABOUT TIME BUT ALSO AHHHHH.

Today on BnHA: SHIGARAKI WHO TOMURA WHAT. Back to Gunga Mountain! So Dabi is all “you do know your beloved mentor just killed a guy right?” and Toko is all “!!” and Dabi is all “SO THAT MAKES HIM THE WORST CRIMINAL OF ALL!” and, WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF IRONY, IMMEDIATELY follows up this bold statement by TRYING TO BURN A CHILD ALIVE. Anyway so this is why Dabi wasn’t the keynote speaker at the “murder is bad” convention though. So most of the chapter is like this, with Dabi (albeit somewhat halfheartedly) trying to set Toko on fire while Toko desperately tries to keep between him and Hawks. Eventually though, Dabi is confusingly thwarted by Otter Pops, making his triumphant return and spraying a bunch of ice just every which way because things weren’t chaotic enough I guess! And then the chapter ends with everyone’s favorite Guy They Hoped Wouldn’t Be Waking Up In This Arc, Gigantomachia, waking up!! :’) :’) :’) etc you get it.

okay so I am please to clarify that the spoilers I received were not actually all that big of a deal, and that pretty much all I know is that we’re cutting back to Dabi and Tokoyami probably, and there’s a good chance we might not even see Tomura at all this chapter in spite of last week’s cliffhanger. so even if I’d have preferred not to know that up front, it’s all good! though I will say Horikoshi has a real knack for cutting away from things right when you’re at your most invested though. reminds me of what it was like reading Lord of the Rings for the first time. “nooo I don’t want to cut back to Frodo -- WAIT WHAT’S GOING ON -- NO I DON’T WANT TO CUT BACK TO MERRY AND PIPPIN DAMMIT -- WAIT WHAT”

anyways! lol guys guess what

so then! those spoilers did indeed have the ring of truth! well this should be interesting

lmao he’s forcibly clawing his way out of Fat’s belly via aggressive use of Dark Shadow oh damn

oh man you guys. time to catalog some feels

Fatgum you do realize you were in the running for #2 hero but have now bled serious points by letting a child run back into danger and doing absolutely nothing to stop him! although to be fair you do have other children to protect, and this one child also should not have been able to do what he just did! and also Child Endangerment is U.A.’s unofficial motto and you didn’t even go to U.A. but you would fit right in though let me tell you. but anyway so the point is this isn’t really anything new, but still

HIS BODY JUST MOVED BEFORE HE COULD THINK ahhhh Toko. THIS IS YOUR MOMENT!! THE MY HERO TOKODEMIA ARC BEGINS NOW

I hope we get a followup panel of Kaminari freaking out and trying to go after his pal (but not actually succeeding though, because I swear to god Fatgum, if you fuck this up again all of my remaining goodwill is just gonna fly right out the window. and it’s a lot of goodwill too! but we don’t screw around when it comes to children’s safety!!). just would be a nice touch! ah well if they don’t show it I’ll just headcanon it

last but not least, it’s also worth noting that while I love how brave and selfless and concerned for his mentor’s wellbeing Tokoyami is here, this was still an incredibly stupid move on his part! least of all because he actually had no idea that Hawks truly was in danger. is it weird to say he lucked out? “you’re so fortunate your teacher actually was being burned alive you reckless little goose!” but like, you know what I mean though right

anyway

-- oh they are showing it!!

YAY HE IS A GOOD BOY. THAT IS ALL. CARRY ON

Toko’s shouting over his shoulder that Hawks is “probably” in trouble. for fuck’s

I mean yeah, it’s probably just some gut instinct which funnily enough happens to be absolutely right. but I’m sorry you guys, there’s just this small part of me that just can’t get over the fact that he briefly saw Hawks flying for all of .2 seconds, and saw some flames, and just IMMEDIATELY leapt to the worst-case-scenario conclusion. you know what this is? it’s the decision-making process of a kid who is actually WAY more powerful than we’ve been giving him credit for. enough so that his self-preservation instincts don’t even kick in at all because it doesn’t even occur to him how dangerous of a move this is. goddammit Tokoyami. you kids think you’re all grown up now and ffff just please be safe

and okay, I’ll give Fatgum some benefit of the doubt for just letting that happen because apparently this is literally the first and only time

seems he didn’t even think it was possible up until now. so that’s fair

OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT FATGUM YOU ARE REDEEMED

THAT’S RIGHT!! YOU DON’T JUST UP AND LEAVE THE FATAXI WHENEVER YOU FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT. FARE DODGERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW!!

so he’s immediately following after him, but is smart enough not to put the other kids in danger! good split-second decision-making there. certain other people in this chapter could take notes! and of course my one fear now though is that the other three children will not listen to him at all, but you know what, let’s deal with one thing at a time

hmmm

dammit Horikoshi, what...?? you really like to toe the lines of what is and isn’t problematic huh? literally if you wanted to go for a cool barbarian look all you had to do was stick with the same kind of costume scheme you had going in the second and fourth popularity polls. but no, you had to go and give him a fucking war bonnet. was that one guy back in the Hero Killer arc not enough. at least this is only a cover page, sigh

also I see that Tokoyami was asked to name his own feature chapter. I’m just happy that he’s happy

would you fucking look at this

first of all, why is Dabi suddenly twenty feet away from them. and second, would you just look at how ridiculously intact Hawks fucking is. Dabi really was microwaving him on the defrost setting only huh

so now everyone’s just looking at each other. sizin’ each other up and stuff

yeah no shit it’s bad. you rushed in thinking you could somehow handle a situation which had even the second strongest guy on the ropes. and handle it alone, no less. lord help me why are the bravest ones also always the most stupid

EEP

HIS WINGS??? also his fucking BACK jesus christ. meaning he’s completely immobile for now at best, and probably soon to be in critical condition and going into shock if he isn’t already. okay so maybe it wasn’t just the defrost setting, fuck. Hawkssss 8|

oh???????

holy shit. an opportunity to actually find out how much of a bastard Dabi actually is?? we of course know he had no problem whatsoever with kidnapping a kid back in the day. but would he go so far as to seriously fight and/or try to kill one? a kid who’s no older than your little brother?? oh gosh oh golly oh intrigue

I literally have not made up my mind on Dabi redemption one way or the other, just to be clear (he’s just been too mysterious up till now and I feel like I don’t know enough), so I am super curious to see how this plays out so I can finally form an opinion!

OH SNAP

SCORE ONE FOR “HE MAY BE AN A-HOLE, BUT HE’S NOT, AND I QUOTE, 100% A DICK”? MAYBE?? but on the other hand he’s definitely not just gonna let Hawks go either so ahhhh???

(ETA: so it seems we’ve arrived at a solid “mildly bastardish!” idk. it definitely seems to me like he’s trying not to murder this teenager for no good reason. ironically he’s in much the same position here that Hawks was less than a dozen chapters ago; facing against someone who’s just trying to protect his friend, and trying to talk him down at first, but then attacking once it’s clear that he’s not going to back off. ah well. still as morally gray as ever.)

ah I see, we’re gonna start by shattering his naive illusions!

(ETA: fucking christ, the scan is so dark I didn’t even notice Twice’s charred corpse just LYING THERE IN THE BACKGROUND the first time I read this. and now that I have noticed it, I would just like to say, sincerely, what the fuck.)

welp, there it is. finally the kids are getting properly involved in this arc, and AS EXPECTED, they are promptly being traumatized. oh Toko ;_;

Dabi this speech you’re making would feel more original if literal scores of tumblrs hadn’t spent the last two months exhaustively analyzing every single last possible angle of this debate lol. everyone has already made up their minds on the “is Hawks worth saving” controversy one way or the other but okay sure, go ahead and throw your hat into the ring too

lmao whaaaaaaat. “as a last resort, after his attempts to take him peacefully were thwarted, Hawks killed a man so as to prevent that man from killing countless others during our coup to take over the country because our boss wants to destroy everything. clearly, Hawks is the worst out of everyone else involved in this equation!” now that! is a take! lol

OH NO OH GOD

“PEW PEW PEW ENJOY THOSE FEELS” HORIKOSHI WHOOPS WHILE SHOOTING LASER GUN FINGERS AT ME, AND HEY, NOW

HEY, I SAID!!!

WHAT THE FUCK -- WHAT EVEN IS THE FUCKING SCREENPLAY FOR THIS THING?? “A BARELY-CONSCIOUS HAWKS MURMURS HIS STUDENT’S NAME WITH AN ACHINGLY WEARY LOOK OF SHAME AND REGRET! AS DABI LOOKS ON, TOKOYAMI GENTLY LIFTS HIS FALLEN MASTER AND WRAPS HIS CAPE AROUND HIS BACK, LOOKING OVERWHELMED, BUT DETERMINED. TOKOYAMI: I’M JUST... CONCERNED FOR MY TEACHER.” who the fuck wrote this shit and how much pleasure were they taking in ripping my heart out and violently slamming it against the wall

sob, and unfortunately Dabi doesn’t look particularly moved himself by any of this

DAMMIT DABI PLEASE RESPECT THEIR PRIVACY DURING THIS DIFFICULT TIME. GO AWAY AND HAVE YOUR REVENGE SOME OTHER DAY GODDAMMIT

DABI!!

Dabi I swear to god!! if you seriously try and burn my gothbird son I will...

DABI WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING SAY. LEAVE THE KID ALONE

Tokoyami... sweetie...

IF ONLY YOU COULD JUST. fly back out?? the exact same way you came??? if only that was a thing you could do??? or can he not fly while he’s carrying another person, maybe? dammit I forget

wait what?? is he implying that Dabi isn’t seriously trying to kill them yet? is that what this is? I should just read on since this is clearly only the first part of something longer that he’s saying and I have to stop this bad habit of trying to analyze half a sentence before I go on and read the rest of the sentence

well whatever it is, he’s absolutely right; Dabi as it turns out is still standing there 25 feet away like a social distance champ, monologuing from afar

this panel gets more hilarious to me the longer I stare at it you guys. someone please make a comic where Hawks is all “he’s still talking...” and Toko looks to see Dabi RAMBLING ON and slowly inches further and further away while Dabi completely fails to take any notice lmao

so Tokoyami is just staring back, and then suddenly he’s all “orders from Hawks!” which I think is just him asking Hawks what to do now??

and fucking look at this lol

“just slowly inch away while he’s monologuing. I just found out he’s secretly a Todoroki so now I know his weakness: he will literally drop dead before he ever stops being dramatic”

OH MY GOD

ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS ISN’T A JOKE AND THAT’S HIS ACTUAL WEAKNESS LMAO. HAVE WE CROSSED PLANES INTO SOME KIND OF SATIRICAL REALITY. WHAT IS HAPPENING

LMAO OKAY NO HAWKS IS SAYING THAT DABI IS JUST BULLSHITTING THEM BECAUSE HE’S USED UP ALL HIS FLAMES OR SOME SHIT. LOL OKAY THEN. ALL I HEARD WAS “HE WASN’T ABLE TO FUCKING KILL ME BECAUSE HE NEVER SHUTS THE FUCK UP.” WHERE IS THE LIE

OH SNAP THERE HE GOES

he is running away in the background, right?? Dark Shadow is just a distraction? you better not be seriously trying to fight him oh god please be smart about this

okay yes good!!

bringing back some unpleasant memories of the last guy who took a tumble off this balcony, but whatever! I’m sure he’s got some kind of plan in mind here

yep okay so he’s using Dark Shadow as a bungee cord

Hawks is so fucking short he somehow looks the same size as this little bird hobbit who’s carrying him. this is just a battle of tiny, tiny people

OH MY GOD FUCKING OUCH OH GEEZ

I FELT THAT OH MY GOD

AND OF FUCKING COURSE THAT KO’D HAWKS FOR GOOD, BECAUSE HE NO LONGER HAS A FUCKING BACK, AND HE JUST TARZANED OFF A BALCONY AND TOKOYAMI LANDED RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM JESUS CHRIST. R.I.P.

TOKO IS ALL “HE MUST HAVE BLACKED OUT FROM THE IMPACT JUST NOW” AND YEAH, YOU THINK?? WOULDN’T YOU?? FUCK

OH MY GOD HE’S PICKING HIM UP AND HE’S SO FUCKING TINY OH GOD OH JESUS

STOP BEING DRAMATIC AND JUST CARRY HIM OUT OF THERE ALREADY CAN WE GET A MOVE ON PLEASE? YOU’RE DOING SO GOOD BUDDY AND I’M SO PROUD, BUT ALSO THE REST OF THE LEAGUE IS STILL OUT THERE AND NOTHING IS SAFE AND AHHHH

-- AND ALSO THIS GUY STILL!!

no doubt. no doubt whatsoever the blood that runs through those veins. the theatrics are more of a dna marker than the flame quirk could ever be

also!! ARE WE SURE HAWKS IS ACTUALLY TWENTY-THREE?? COULDN’T THE HPSC HAVE FORGED HIS BIRTH CERTIFICATE?? THIS IS A BABY PROVE ME WRONG??

anyway so since Dabi is now saying “joke’s on you, I can still use my flames whenever the fuck I want,” I’m going to take this as confirmation that he really was keeping his distance just so he could utilize forced perspective. I’m going to make a post about this as soon as I’m done reading lol

HORIKOSHI WILL YOU PLEASE STOP WITH THE ENDLESS CLOSE-UPS OF A FRIGHTENED TOKOYAMI CLINGING TO HIS UNCONSCIOUS MENTOR SCARED BUT READY TO PROTECT HIM WITH HIS LIFE I REALLY CAN’T???

DABI’S REALLY OUT HERE TRYING TO BURN THESE LITTLE BABY CHICKS ALIVE. WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR FUCKING CHILL MY DUDE

OH MY GOD

SOME KIND OF CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED AHHHH WHO

AHHH MT. LADY?!

(ETA: ngl, I’m still not sure how I feel about this sequence of panels but I did laugh good and hard though.)

-- holy shit that was ice??! oh lord don’t tell me

yeppp, looks like it’s our old buddy Dairy Queen back at it again

look... Geten?? is it?? nothing against you personally. but I have a deep-seeded and enduring dislike of everyone from the Meta Liberation Army still and that includes you pal

that being said, did you inadvertently save Tokoyami’s life, though? I originally thought those were just ~anime shockwaves~ from some off-screen attack, but if that was all actually ice, it looks like you might have cut Dabi off. which I approve of! but also that’s some serious friendly fire you tomfool

so he’s yelling that he’s disrupted the heroes’ siege, which it looks like he has! very sloppily, but still

and also, way to have both of your fire users currently 80km away, hero team! you knew Geten was here, no?? who even planned this

now this Bleach-looking dude is sneaking up on Gang Orca with what looks to be a hole-punching quirk which is freaking me out a bit ngl

Gang please take him out with your famous yeet as soon as possible, I don’t know if I can handle a prolonged fight against this particular quirk

YES TOKO GET THE FUCK OUT!!!

there is no fucking way this kid is anywhere near his twenties incidentally I might add. none at all. we’ve been had

NO STOP FEELS

HE’S CRYING JESUS CHRIST HE THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND HIS TEACHER IS HURT AND DYING MAYBE AND THE VILLAIN SAID HE KILLED SOMEONE AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER, HE STILL WANTS TO PROTECT HIM AND HE’S JUST A BABY TOO?! IT’S TOO MUCH??

AND I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M SURPRISED OR SHOCKED BY ANY OF THIS AT ALL?? LISTEN UP EVERYONE, YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND INSIDE OF THIS BAG IN THE FRIDGE WHICH WAS LABELED “CHILD SOLDIERS LIFE-OR-DEATH BATTLE ARC.” THE CONTENTS OF THIS BAG... MAY SHOCK YOU

lmao yeah but GUESS WHAT! I’M STILL GONNA GET ALL WORKED UP OVER IT AND I’M EVEN GONNA LIKE IT! but also. my babiesss

oh for fuck’s sake this guy still??

okay so I’ve already scrolled down enough to see the very top of the last page after this, and I’m pretty sure that’s Gigantomachia’s hair lol. please don’t tell me the radio is still on and he heard Tomura’s voice oh fiddlefucks

YEP

:’)

welp. strap yourselves in, chums. 19 chapters in, and this arc is only just beginning

#bnha 271 #tokoyami fumikage #dabi #hawks (bnha)#fatgum #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #god this took forever to edit #and it's still a mess #long story short TOKOYAMI AND HAWKS #PROTECT THEM

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jenchase · 4 years ago

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You're the one that I want

Can I interest anyone in a 2k Shoni High School AU in which Shelby plays Sandy in a performance of Grease? Also available on AO3 right here:

Toni is not a musical theatre kid, she is not even a fan. But, well, Shelby is. So when auditions for the spring play production of Grease come around and her best friend unsurprisingly gets the part of Sandy, the pure joy on Shelby’s face is enough for her to know she will be watching every single one of her performances. And when they find out, not a minute later, that Andrew, Shelby’s asshole of an ex-boyfriend, got the part of Danny, Toni without hesitation signs up to help out behind the scenes, so Shelby will not be forced to spend time with him on her own.

The weeks leading up to opening night are both Toni’s best and worst weeks of her life. Shelby only broke up with Andrew shortly before the production started, so Toni takes full advantage of the fact that she finally gets to spend time with her best friend again. However, Andrew is dead set on getting Shelby back and uses every opportunity to rehearse with her one on one. “You know, just so we have the appropriate chemistry on stage.” He claims and it makes Toni want to puke. As lame as Andrew’s attempts are, Shelby always seems to find a way to include Toni in the “scene rehearing processes”, which makes him behave as best as he can. Toni has broken his nose before and at this point, the whole school knows that she is not hesitant to do it again. In fact, there are a couple of times Shelby actively has to keep Toni from punching Andrew, when he makes a particularly stupid comment or claims that Danny should definitely be touching Sandy for some ridiculous reason. Their drama teacher, Ms Klein, reminds him that Danny and Sandy must not touch until the grand finale of the show to build up and keep the romantic tension and Toni cannot remember a time she has been more grateful for their teacher’s artistic “visions”.

The night before opening night Toni lays in her bed, wide awake and anxious. Which is absolutely ridiculous, she thinks, because she is not even going to be on stage herself and all she will really have to do during the performance is check that all the probs are where they should be backstage. But Toni also knows she is not nervous about what she will have to do tomorrow, but rather, what Shelby will have to do. It is her first leading role and Toni really wants her to nail it. Which she definitely will. Toni has seen her act at rehearsals and while she might not know shit about musical theatre, she knows that Shelby is the best actress and singer their school has seen since probably ever.

But fuck, why does the whole thing have to involve kissing Andrew? Toni really thought that her days of being jealous of that asshole were over, but here we go again.

Right before her thoughts can go spiraling down a path of trying to figure out ways to take Andrew’s place instead, Toni hears her phone vibrate on the nightstand.

Shelby: You awake?

Toni: Yeah, but why are you?

Shelby: Can’t sleep, can I call?

Instead of texting her back, Toni calls her best friend who picks up after the first ring.

“Hey,” Shelby says and sounds a little breathless.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Toni asks as she sits up in her bed.

“Nothing, nothing, just… nervous, I guess?” She hears the other girl take a deep breath. “I’m just a little scared that I’ll screw up.”

“No reason for that.” Toni answers quickly and adds with all the certainty in her voice. “Cause you won’t.”

She can practically envision how Shelby is starting to protest on the other end of the phone, so she does not even let her say anything. “And I do know that. You wanna know why?”

It takes a moment before Toni hears Shelby’s hesitant “yeah” over the line.

“Because you’ve rehearsed so much for this that you do not only know all of your lines by heart, but the whole fucking play. You could do all the dances if being dragged out the bed at 3am, which I know because you made me fucking do that to you.”

She hears Shelby giggling quietly and cannot help the smile that spreads over her face.

“So yeah, there is no way that you’ll screw things up tomorrow. You’re so well prepared, there could be an earthquake during the performance and you’d still nail it.”

“Thank you, Toni.” Shelby says and to Toni’s relief sounds a bit calmer.

“And you know what. Even in the one to a billion chance that you do mess up, it’s not going to be a big deal, okay? You’re just human and we fuck up all the time. It’s not going to make you any less of a great performer and it sure as hell doesn’t make you any less of a great person. Puke on stage, for all I care, I’m still going to be your number one fan.”

Both of them stay quiet for what feels like an eternity to Toni. So long she starts to fear she has overstepped the line of platonic love and accidentally let Shelby know that she feels way more for her than a best friend should. Her heart feels like it is beating out of her chest when Shelby speaks up.

“I love you, Toni.”

“I love you, too.” She answers without hesitation but knowing full well that they do not mean the sentiment in the same way. “You think, you can sleep now?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Shelby says after a pause.

“Okay, good.”

Neither of them hang up the phone and Toni is just content listening to Shelby’s steady breathing on the other end of the line, letting the familiar sound calm her.

“Thank you, Toni.” She mumbles and Toni can tell she is about to fall asleep.

“Anytime.” She nearly whispers into the phone and waits until Shelby’s breath sounds deeper and there is a little thud indicating that her phone probably dropped onto her pillow before she hangs up and goes to sleep herself.

***

Shelby nails it and Toni even has to discreetly wipe away some tears after watching her perform “Hopelessly Devoted to You” from the side of the stage.

She is so enamored by Shelby’s on-stage presence, she does not even realize when the girl is walking directly towards her after her last solo performance in the play.

“Come on.” The blonde grabs her by the writs and drags her along to her changing room. “I need your help to get into all that leather.”

She trips over her own feet and nearly falls on her face even though this should have not even been a surprise to her since she knew Shelby made her personally responsible to help out with costume changes. Toni tries her very best to not look and keep her thoughts at a best friend appropriate level while she helps Shelby into her leather pants.

Fucking leather pants. Jesus Christ.

“How do I look?” Shelby asks nervously, looking at herself in a mirror and ruffling through her own hair to make it look messier.

“Hot.” Toni answers quickly without thinking.

It is not like she has not seen Shelby in this outfit before. She helped picking it out for crying out loud, but Shelby is oozing with confidence right now and she has been amazing throughout the whole play and Toni is just so fucking proud of and very much in love with her. Who could blame her for losing it a little bit.

“Way too good for Andrew.” She says still impulsive but significantly quieter and definitely not with the intention to have Shelby pick it up.

She knows Shelby heard her anyways when she meets the blonde’s eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

“I’m not trying to look good for Andrew.” She starts and Toni immediately shakes her head.

“No, I know, of course not.” And Toni, still without a filter as it seems, adds, “I just hate that he gets to kiss you soon.”

Shelby raises her eyebrow at her and this end-of-play-Sandy confidence is truly doing nothing to help Toni think straight.

“You jealous?” Her best friend asks her and Toni cannot tell if she is joking or not.

Not that it would matter because Toni’s “yeah” slips out before she can fully process the gravity of the situation.

It is not until Shelby turns around and towers over Toni, with the added height from the heels she is now wearing, that Toni understands what she just admitted.

Her heart rate quickens and she knows her face is as red as Shelby’s lipstick.

“I-“ she starts, ready to take it back and apologize but Shelby interrupts her.

“You have nothing to be worried about.”

Toni stares at her with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth, uncertain what exactly she means with that statement.

“Shelby, you ready? You’re up in a minute!” They hear Leah, the stage manager, yell into the changing room.

Toni swears she sees Shelby’s gaze drop to her lips before she steps away and follows Leah back to the main stage. Still in a haze, Toni trails behind them.

She is even more focused on Shelby for the rest of the play, only looking away when she knows it is time for the kiss between Danny and Sandy.

They get standing ovations and Toni’s hands start hurting from how hard she claps them together when Shelby’s name is called and the audience goes just as crazy as she does. And because she is absolutely whipped for the other girl, she even lets her drag out when they call her name for the behind the scenes credit. She flees the stage after a quick awkward wave at the audience and an attemptto bow and rushes to pick up her opening night gift for Shelby which she carefully hid in an unknown corner behind the stage.

Toni does not move back to her regular place at the side entrance to the stage where she knows all the actors are going to leave soon to head to the dressing rooms. Instead, she stays at the back, carefully watching the crowd of performers for Shelby.

She is one of the last people to leave the stage, together with Andrew, who tries to get her attention but the Shelby seems more interested in looking around in search of Toni. She smiles brightly when she spots her and makes her way over, not giving Andrew a second glance, who thankfully and finally acknowledges his defeat and walks to the dressing rooms.

Toni’s heart leaps in her chest, as her best friend comes closer and for a second she thinks the bouquet of Shelby’s favorite flowers was a really bad idea, especially with the potentially friendship ending behavior she has displayed earlier.

“What are you doing back here?” Shelby asks with a puzzled look but an unwavering smile.

Toni’s words get stuck in her throat and before she can chicken out, she brings out the flowers from behind her back and holds them out to Shelby.

“You were great.” She miraculously manages to get out and takes a little pride in the way Shelby’s cheeks turn red.

She takes them from Toni with all the tenderness in the world but holds them to the side to pull Toni in for a hug.

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” Toni says with her head buried in Shelby’s neck.

“Come on.” Shelby says and for the second time tonight drags her to her dressing room.

With the brighter light and lack of time pressure, because Shelby does not have to be on stage again in a couple of minutes, Toni cannot help but take in Shelby’s entire appearance with more detail. All that leather clearly distracts her enough to miss how Shelby locked the door and by the time Toni’s eyes reach her face, she knows she has been caught.

“Are you going to help me out of these? Or would you rather keep staring?”

Toni is sure that the amount of blood rushing to her face right now is enough to make her head explode. She panics before she can see the smug smile on Shelby’s face.

“I’m so sorry, Shelby.” She looks everywhere but at her best friend. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m gonna go.” She says quickly and heads to the door with a lowered head.

Unfortunately, Shelby is blocking her escape route and contrary to what Toni expected, the blonde does not seem to want her to leave at all if pressing her up against the door is any indication for that.

“Shelby?” Toni creaks out and does not even recognize her own voice with her best friend staring her down intensely.

“You know, for someone who used to talk a whole lot about their flirting game, you sure are oblivious to it.” She says, pinning Toni to the wall with her hands on her hips and their faces mere inches apart.

With Shelby’s warm breath hitting her face, Toni is too paralyzed to do anything but stare at the lips she has wanted to kiss for so long now.

Shelby starts leaning in and Toni is pretty sure her heart has stopped beating at this point. She closes her eyes as their lips meet in the faintest brush and nearly whimpers as Shelby moves them from her mouth over her right cheek to her ear.

“Don’t you get it.” She whispers and shivers run across Toni’s entire body. “You’re the one that I want.”

#the wilds #shoni #shelby x toni #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #fanfic #grease

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cherrysung · 5 years ago

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hidden feels

pairing: badboy!haechan x reader

genre: best friends to lovers au / fluff / angst

warnings: a small (not detailed) fight

prompts: none

summary: your best friend doesn’t really have the best reputation at school, and it instantly makes you think it’s the main reason for his behavior on another day out with one of your colleagues and not only him. as always.

requested by anon.

word count: 0.9k

note: thank you for requesting bubs!

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“Donghyuck, you’re so infuriating, why would you do that?” You yelled at your best friend, your tone angry and disappointed at his previous actions. “Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to see you fighting one of my friends?”

You watched as Haechan simply stared at you with unreadable eyes and a deep glare all the way from his current place on the living room couch. Although you couldn’t tell much from his mysterious expression, you did surely know he wasn’t happy at all with your complaints.

Which only made your anger rise.

“So you won’t say anything?! Lee Donghyuck I can’t even leave you alone with one of my friends because I come back to see you fighting them? Please grow the fuck up, you’re almost twenty years old for God’s sake! I don’t care about your reputation at school or whatever, but you don’t go around fighting every person that gets along with me!”

You had met Haechan at the start of your college year long ago when you were assigned as his tutor for chemistry class since he never cared to attend. A lot of people knew him for the school’s badboy, and for a while you addressed him as that too, but soon came to realize that he’s nothing but a charismatic, careless teenage boy who loves being mischievous and often times revolutionary against those he wishes to bother—teachers.

It didn’t take the both of you that long to become very close friends and even roommates during your second year. You had learned very quickly that Haechan was nothing of what he had been said to be; in fact, he could be the complete opposite when hanging out with you. A sweet friend with kind intentions only, and the biggest protective stance over you. Sometimes you wished your relationship wasn’t only platonic, though.

“Speak up! Say something, staying quiet won’t do you any better.” You groaned out in frustration, watching as your best friend kept the same demeanor that he’s had since you had started scolding him.

“Jesus Christ, honest, you are so unbelievably irritating sometimes.” He mumbled, massaging his temples before sighing out, “jumping into conclusions I see, do you even know what happened? Were you there? Did you hear what we spoke about? I’m pretty sure you didn’t.” His tone slowly increased by the moment every time he spilled new sentences. Haechan’s eyes were in closed in an attempt to relax himself, and you could only stare with a furious look plastered on your face, even when your mind was screaming at you to drop it. After all, this was probably the worst fight you had ever experienced with your roommate.

Inevitably, a petty chuckle left your lips, “enlighten me then.”

You knew in situations like this it was never a good idea to be stubborn, Haechan was currently a ticking time bomb and it seemed like you had pressed him enough when he swiftly stood up and walked your way, fuming absolutely mad.

“You’re over here complaining to me about what I did when you don’t even know why I did it. Do you think I would’ve randomly fought one of your stupid friends just because? You can think I’m reckless but as long as your friends remain respectful I shouldn’t need to confront them.” Every ounce of confidence you had before had definitely left your body when Haechan’s figure basically towered yours, and his words left his lips with no stammers or pauses. “That jerk you call friend said he was only hanging out with you because you looked like great hookup! Clearly you didn’t know that did you? I was only defending you, because nobody should ever think that way. But then, you’re over here protecting him instead of trying to let me explain, me—your best friend!”

For a moment it seemed like all air had left your lungs at his words, guilt instantly taking over your body when you realized your assumptions were wrong, and all Haechan had been trying to do was stand up for you. Instead of trusting him, you chose to blame him.

“Look at me!” Haechan gritted out, hand coming up to grab your chin, but unlike his tone, his touch was the softest ever. “Are you really that gullible? Do you really go around believing every guys’ crappy words promising to give you the moon and stars and all the love you need but you can’t see through their obvious facade? Are you so naive that you can’t even see how much it hurts me when you ask me to go out with you and a somebody else? God, the amounts of times I’ve wished it was only you and me is tiring! Can’t you see that I love you and care about you? I can’t believe you trusted a friend—a shitty friend at that—instead of someone who’s been by your side for years.”

Tears uncontrollably ran down your face, your eyes still gazing into your best friend’s pained ones. “I’m sorry! I know I’m stupid, I really messed up. I’m so sorry for blaming you Hyuck, I should’ve known you would never do anything malicious only because you feel like it. I’m sorry.” Words leave in a stuttering and sobbing mess.

Haechan sighed, exhaustion clearly laced through his exhale as his thumbs swiped the fresh tears from your face, bringing you into a very much needed warm embrace while he gently caressed your hair. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, it’s okay if you don’t like me back, but I don’t want a guy to hurt you. I would never fight one of your friends unless I’m given a reason to.”

In spite of his loving actions tears still kept flowing, inevitably wetting his grey t-shirt and leaving a darkened patch behind. “I do like you Hyuck, but I never thought it would work out between us, I thought you only saw me as your little sister. I didn’t want to risk losing my friendship with you, you’re the only person I can trust.”

“I would never do that,” he looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed, “I could never do that.”

“Can you kiss me right now?”

“Do you want me to?”

You nodded at his words, slightly pulling him down by his shirt before he eventually closed the gap between the two of you, engaging you both in a very short, sweet kiss.

“Come on,” he breathed after pulling away, a small smile playing on his pink lips.

“What?”

“Let’s get those ugly dry tears on your face cleaned up, so I can carry on kissing you forever.” He jokingly gagged, earning himself a smack from you, yet he could only laugh because all at last, he had finally earned you too.

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