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agaypanic · 2 years ago

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Do you think you could do a Reese x Cynthia’s sister! Reader enemies to lovers and/or soulmate fic?

Not So Bad (Reese Wilkerson X Sanders!Reader)

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Summary: Being a former Krelboyne with your sister Cynthia, you knew very well of the Wilkersons. Especially Reese.

A/N: The Sanders family doesn’t go to Europe, also i feel like this sucks but idk how to make it better lol

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When your dad first told you and your sister that you were moving out of Manhattan, you were kind of excited. Manhattan was loud and hectic, and you agreed with your dad on wanting a more quiet life.

It wasn’t so bad at first. Seeing your and Cynthia’s grade history, the school had you two tested, and you were placed in a class for smarter kids. They called it the Krelboyne class. The kids were okay, a bit awkward at times, but that didn’t stop you from making friends with them.

Cynthia immediately took notice of a boy named Malcolm, and you all became friends. With Malcolm came his crazy family, the most notable to you being Reese. You two were in the same grade but only saw each other during lunch or when you two were waiting for your respective siblings after school so you could go home. He was violent, rude, and annoying.

You two would bicker whenever you were around each other. He’d make fun of you for being smart, and you’d make fun of him for being dumb. There was no escaping him since you and Cynthia were friends with Malcolm, and your dad didn’t allow your sister to be alone with Malcolm after he threw a brick through her window one night.

Hormones did crazy things to the Wilkerson boys, apparently.

Since you were in the grade above Cynthia and Malcolm, you started high school before them. No more hanging out with your Krelboyne friends. The only person you really knew at school now was Reese, who was a pain in your ass. But the good thing about high school was that no Krelboyne class meant you weren’t isolated from the rest of the student body. Slowly but surely, you started making more friends.

You were talking to one of them after school one day when Reese came up to you.

“You’re good at math, right?” Your friend said goodbye to you and walked away. You sighed, looking at Reese.

“Why?” You asked bluntly.

“I’m failing and-”

“Not surprised.”

“Shut up, okay! My mom saw my grades and is making me get a tutor.”

“Why not make Malcolm do it? Doesn’t he already do your homework?” You asked, walking towards the exit to get your sister, who was at the middle school. Reese followed after you, having to do the same with his brother.

“He can’t do it because he’s working on some stupid project. Look, will you help me or not?”

You stopped on the sidewalk, pretending to look off in thought. You turned to Reese, who looked annoyed but hopeful.

“Not.”

***

You ended up having to tutor Reese in math anyway. Lois knew Malcolm was too busy, and you were the next best thing. Plus, it was five bucks an hour.

That was the only upside.

“Reese, your mom is paying me to teach you how to do your homework, not do it for you.” You flopped on his bed, annoyed at his persistence.

“Well, if you were a better teacher, I wouldn’t have to ask you to do it for me.” You glared at him.

“And if you were a better student, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.” You shut your eyes, trying to block out as much of Reese’s presence as possible. The boy knew how to push your buttons. He was so frustrating. You felt lucky to be in higher-level classes, so you only had to deal with him after school. “God, you’re such a pain in the ass.”

He scoffed. You felt the bed dip beside you.

“Oh yeah, and you’re an angel, Y/n.” He laid down parallel to you, but his head was by your feet. You two lay in a moment of silence.

“Reese, we have to focus.” You finally said, sitting up just enough to look at his face. He snored softly in response. You almost rolled your eyes; of course, he would fall asleep when you had work to do. But you stopped yourself. He seemed more pleasant when he wasn’t conscious. You let out a breath, slowly lying back down. “Five minutes.”

An hour had passed when one of you finally woke up. It was Reese, who stretched all his limbs before slowly sitting up. When he saw you sleeping, he smirked. Ideas ran through his head of all the ways he could wake you up. But then he paused his thoughts. You looked peaceful, and for some reason, he didn’t want to disturb that. So he decided to let you wake on your own.

***

“Cynthia, Reese and I are not together.” You said on the walk home from the Wilkerson’s, grimacing at the mere thought. Your sister and Malcolm had seen you sleeping on Reese’s bed, and she wouldn’t shut up about it when you two left.

“Well, he has to like you or something. There’s no way he wouldn’t try to pull something on you while you were asleep if he didn’t.”

“You’re just a hopeless romantic.” You shook your head at her insistence. You and Reese could barely be considered friends, let alone a couple. “We were both tired, that’s it. He probably was having an off day or something, so he didn’t decide to do anything.”

Cynthia dropped the topic, sensing you wouldn’t budge anytime soon. It wasn’t until before you were going to go to bed that you barged into your sister’s room.

“Do you actually think he could like me?” You asked, toying with the hem of your pajamas. She smirked.

“I thought you insisted that he doesn’t.” She sat on her bed, patting a spot next to her, signaling for you to sit. “What changed your mind?” You rolled your eyes, sitting down.

“I didn’t change my mind, I’m just… more open to possibilities.” You tried to act nonchalant but then sighed, putting your head in your hands. “There was, like, this moment before I fell asleep. I was so annoyed with him, and then I looked at him, and he just looked so peaceful. It was so weird.”

Little did you know, Reese was having the same conversation with Malcolm.

***

Things didn’t really change between you and Reese. They were a bit weirder, not that either of you said anything about it. You two were nicer to each other, but not too much.

Cynthia had decided that in order to make new friends, she had to throw a party. Knowing how hard it was to make friends with peers that you weren’t really peers with, you and your dad encouraged the idea. She was so excited. She made hundreds of invites, giving them to kids around school and leaving some at the library.

“Hey, I heard you’re having a party tomorrow.” Reese suddenly brought up on your walk to your siblings’ school.

“Cynthia is.” You clarified.

“Do you have any say on the guest list?”

“Trying to get invited, Wilkerson?” You asked. You were slightly confused about why he would want to come to a party at your house.

“I was just curious, God. Always asking questions.” He responded. He rolled his eyes but kept a slight smile on his lips. “You know, Malcolm’s been trying to talk your sister out of throwing her little party.”

“What?” You stopped walking. “Why?” Reese just shrugged. You shook your head, continuing your pace. “I swear, if she says that she doesn’t wanna have this party anymore, I’ll be pissed. It’s all she’s been talking about.”

“If you want, I can beat some sense into him so he can shut up about the party.”

“No thanks, Reese.” You let out a small laugh. Of course, he would resort to violence, even when it came to his brother.

“Thought I’d offer.”

***

Luckily, Cynthia didn’t let Malcolm’s persistence affect her. The party was in full swing, full of people from middle and high school. Your sister seemed to be having a really good time, mingling with all the different groups.

There was a knock on the door. It was a miracle you could hear it over all the music and talking. You opened the door to see Malcolm and Reese. You glared down at the younger Wilkerson.

“What are you doing here, Malcolm?” He recoiled a bit at your reaction. He was used to seeing this kind of behavior towards Reese; he didn’t like it being towards him.

“Is Cynthia here?”

“She lives here.” You deadpanned. You refused to believe he actually had an IQ of 165. “Are you here to apologize?”

“Yeah.”

You opened the door a bit more to let him into the house.

“Go find her then.” He immediately followed your instruction, zooming into the house to find your sister. You looked up at Reese, who seemed amused. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just glad you’re not like that with me anymore.” You rolled your eyes, but your mood was better than when you spoke to Malcolm.

“Don’t push your luck.” You joked.

“Can I come in?” You were somewhat surprised at the politeness. Reese usually didn’t care about invitations. You nodded, shutting the door behind him when he entered the house. “Can I have a tour?” He surprised you again. You expected him to start walking around on his own.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

You led him through the house, being sure to pass by the kitchen for some snacks. You don’t know why, but you decided to show him upstairs as well, the last stop of your little tour being your bedroom.

“I’ve never realized that you’ve never been here before.” You commented from your place on your bed, watching him look around your room. He nodded.

“Me neither.” He sat near you, carefully eating a cracker so crumbs wouldn’t get on your blanket. Another surprise. “Nice posters and stuff.”

“Thanks.” You took a cracker from his plate. He didn’t say anything about it; instead, he just looked at you and placed the plate between you. “You know, you don’t have to stay up here with me. You can go back down to the party if you want.”

“Nah, I’m good.” He ate another piece of food. “You’re cool to hang with.”

You raised your brows. You didn’t expect Reese to become so tolerant of you. You lay down on your bed, looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You muttered, playing with your fingers. After finishing his food, Reese laid down as well. “Are we, like, friends now or something?” Reese was quiet, trying to figure out how to respond. He turned his head to you, and you did the same.

His eyes darted from yours to your lips and back. He was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but you did. The boy was anything but subtle. Taking a leap of faith, Reese moved his head closer to yours.

“I was thinking ‘or something.’” Before he could say anything else, you moved closer, putting your lips against his. To get out of the awkward position you two were in, Reese turned to lay more on his side, cradling the back of your neck. You looked up at him with a nervous smile when you two broke apart.

“‘Or something’ works.”

#reese wilkerson x reader #reese wilkerson #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm in the middle #agaypanic

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fraddit · 11 months ago

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Okay, here we go. January’s not over yet, so I can squeeze my 2023 review post in just under the wire. I know it’s not technically necessary to do stuff like this, but it’s something I’ve done at least the last several years, and I do think I get some benefit from the ritual and also perhaps some benefit from forcing myself to type it all out and post it where others can see it (although nobody needs to actually read it. It’s probably gonna get long.)

Last year was the first year of me doing this, I think, where I pulled up all my original posts for the year, and had posted no original works of artistic merit. No photoshop edits, no architectural models of sets, no whatever else I sometimes do. Normally that would make me feel pretty shitty about myself, but I sat with it all for a while, and, yeah, I didn’t post any “stuff of merit”. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t do anything. And as someone recovering from a nasty addiction to horrible self-criticism, I think it’s important to stop and take purposeful notice of accomplishments, even neutrally, although positively is the goal.

And now I know why I put off making this post all month, because I’m already starting to get emotional, just thinking about what the bulk of this post is going to be about.

In a lot of ways 2023 was a really good year for me. I did a lot of behind the scenes stuff that’s been really great. I made an awesome new friend. I started therapy again. I started morning pages journaling. I started bullet journaling. I’m in a really good place right now. Which feels like such a fucking jinx to even think, let alone type out. But at least for the moment, it’s true.

But the thing from 2023 that feels too big to me to even look at really is this:

I don’t remember making that post now, I just found it in my regular review process and it knocked me on my ass. But apparently I made that post at 9:30 pm on December 31, 2022. So, basically the first post I made of 2023. Or at least close enough.

And that little post feels like a big deal to me, because two or three years before that, I’d sworn off writing. I’d decided my relationship to it was just too complicated and fraught and difficult, so I should just give up and put my efforts elsewhere, toward interests and hobbies that weren’t so complicated or fraught or difficult. I had decided that it was time to just be realistic and accept that writing was just not something I was cut out to do and move on with my life.

But here’s the context for that decision, or at least a high level overview that is hopefully succinct and also steers mostly clear of being too trauma dumpy. And it probably reads like a cliched former-gifted-kid humble brag, but it's how my life went so, it's what I've got to work with:

I’ve always been naturally gifted at stringing together words and sentences in a way that’s coherent and organized and readable. Every teacher I’ve ever had, all the way back to elementary school has told me so. All the standardized tests told me I was in the 99th percentile in most subjects, but especially the one’s related to reading and writing. My AP English teacher senior year of high school told me I was the best writer she’d had in any of her classes in her decades long teaching career.

I flunked freshman English and had to retake it over summer in order to move onto the next grade. I got Ds in English for basically all the rest of high school. I know in my heart of hearts that my teacher junior year fudged the math to give me that D, so I didn’t fail. I graduated high school a semester late.

Because, while I may have been good at writing, I’ve never been good at writing. Any natural talent I may have had was utterly paralyzed by my executive function issues (thank you adhd and autism) that generally made it impossible for me to actually put words on the page when it mattered.

Despite all that, I apparently thought it was a good idea to go to college and get a degree in English Creative Writing. I was going write best selling novels. All my professors told me my work was great. When I managed to turn work in that is.

I’ve dropped out of college like two or three times. Last time was idk, 2019 apparently (had to go look it up). I was almost done. Just another semester left or so. But instead I got burned out, had a breakdown in the parking garage before finals because I hadn’t written any of my term papers, and then just drove away and never went back.

And it’s not like I wasn’t trying. Which is probably the most painful part, honestly. I tried meds multiple times. I read self help and how to books. I got an electric typewriter because surely that would fix everything. In my 20s, I did use it to bang out the world’s roughest rough draft for the first "book" (I use that term very loosely here) in a trilogy I concocted. I tried handwriting. I tried voice to text. And there was a beautiful period where I was working on co-writing a much too ambitious fic with a friend where I manage to write several thousand words.

But I have never in my life been able to write On Purpose, with any sort of consistency or longevity or confidence or ease. I had folders of wips and snipets of ideas that all amounted to nothing. I had what all my teachers always told me I had: tons of wasted potential. My only tried and true method that had gotten me most of my results in school was to procrastinate until the night before and use the pressure and adrenaline to puke out a paper just in the nick of time. But even that method eventually failed me (hence the dropping out). And even if it hadn’t, that’s not a sustainable system. That’s not a way to actually get shit done on a regular basis. That’s not a way to enjoy a craft.

So I quit.

I decided, this is too hard. And it makes me feel too horrible every time I fail. It’s too easy to hate myself every day that I don’t write when I think I should. I decided I just wasn’t built for this and gave the fuck up.

That was like three years ago.

So for two years, if I had an idea for a story or a fic, no I didn’t. I’d just ignore it. I did other things. But the ideas were still there. I’d still think about them. Sometimes I even wrote little snippets down. But it was just to get it down. It wasn’t real. I gave up writing. I wasn’t doing that anymore.

And honestly? Maybe that’s what I needed? I have no idea if things could have worked out differently had I made different choices. That’s life after all. But maybe the total lack of pressure from genuinely quitting was good for me? I’ll never know.

But what I do know is that me from a year ago made this post:

And then this post:

And then this:

Then this:

And this is what this past month has looked like for me:

It not part of my system to write on the weekends, so that’s 18 out of 23 days, I managed to show up at my desk and reliably put some effort in. I’ll fucking take it.

And what’s crazy is, it’s felt easy. It’s felt good. I like the process.

I don’t exactly love everything I’ve written. Any natural talent I may or may not have doesn’t make up for lack of practice. But If I can keep this up, I’ll have the practice too. Eventually.

It’s a learning process. I’m having to relearn a lot of skills I’d forgotten or learn new skills for the first time. For example, I’ve basically never seriously edited anything in my life, and with my new approach, I really put the rough in rough draft, so the editing is extremely necessary. But it feels good to be trying. To be gaining ground little by little.

Since I dusted off my ancient install of scrivener back in idk? June?, I’ve written over twenty-five-thousand words, which is A Lot for me. And yeah, it’s across multiple fics. And yeah, I haven’t actually finished any one fic yet and posted it. But I’ll get there. It feels crazy to know that if just keep doing what I’m doing, I’ll get there. And it feels crazy to know that I can keep doing what I’m doing. It feels like I can keep doing it indefinitely, and I’ve never felt like that before. Not in my entire life. At least not about writing.

So yeah, 2023 was a great year for me.

#whoops got pretty personal in here #just look away lol #shut up fraddit

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superhusbands4ever · 5 months ago

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Fuck it, imma tell everyone the throw up story. TW emetaphobia and vomiting.

When I was in elementary school, I lived in a very rapidly growing suburb. Because it was growing so quickly, the number of students at my school outgrew the available space in the building. The school ended up bringing in trailers (dubbed “Learning Cottages”) to hold the 3rd and 4th grade classes. To their credit, they made it up really nice: there was a lot of landscaping with flowers and bushes and outdoor tables/benches, they laid a paved sidewalk with an awning over it that connected all of the Learning Cottages to the main school building. It honestly wasn’t bad.

An important thing to note: I lived in the southern US at the time which meant it was pretty hot most of the year. This incident happened around April/May, so it was consistently upwards of 80-85 F by midday. Even with pretty powerful air conditioning in the trailers, if it wasn’t running 24/7 it tended to get hot quick and amplified smells, which sometimes was an issue with pre-pubescent 9/10 year olds. The trailers were two single wide trailers connected by one air conditioning unit, which meant they shared vents. Remember this information.

Because it was almost the end of the year (the school year ended in mid-to-late May), we were doing our yearly standardized testing. From my understanding, this is how the district would determine school funding or something based on the scoring of the exams. The testing was a school wide phenomenon, so the whole school had to be quiet until the office announced that all classrooms were finished. In reality, teachers just required that the two classrooms on either side of them be finished before kids could talk.

In 4th and 5th grade they split up classes and traded between teacher “blocks” to prepare you for middle school having multiple periods. In 4th grade, I had two teachers — one taught math and science, the other english and social studies. I took my exam in my English teachers class. We were all finished, but the class next to us was not, so we had to be quiet and stay in our seats.

Everything was chill until someone in the back of our class starts yelling. Everyone turned around to look, and he was yelling because the kid next to him had just thrown up all over his desk and it got into his desk too.

You’re probably thinking “okay big deal, we all had that random kid in elementary school who would throw up out of nowhere” and you are correct. However.

My classroom was apparently filled with a bunch of sympathetic pukers because one by one kids. Started. Hurling. There were maybe 25 kids in my class. These kids were dropping like flies. The sounds were terrible. The smells were even worse. Everyone was screaming. The teacher next door ran over to see why we were being disrupting, my teacher was frantically calling the front office for a janitor and the nurse. Everything was a mess, figuratively and literally.

By the time the whole thing was over, only me and like 5 other kids hadn’t thrown up. Out of a class of 25.

Only the first kid was forced to go home that day. Everyone else was taken to the office to call their parents for a change of clothes. Some kids just went home because they’d finished their test anyway and they were hella embarrassed. The rest of us were sent to wait in some other classroom while they cleaned out our classroom (which had carpet by the way).

The next day we were able to return to our classroom. Except, remember earlier when I said the trailers got hot if you didn’t keep the AC on? And the trailers shared a vent? And the heat tended to amplify smells? Well. The classroom, and the other classroom next to us, smelled like vomit for the rest of the week because someone turned off the AC overnight. The teacher couldn’t turn it back on until he got in the next day. We had to spend an entire week having class in a classroom that smelled like 20 people just threw up in it. Because they did.

Anyway, that’s the throw up story. It’s a horrifying event that I think about at least once a month. Funnily enough I have OCD now and a lot of it is contamination based. Do I think this is because of the throw up story? No. But I do think it played a major role in its development.

#personal story #horrifying. terrifying. one of the worst moments of my life #tw emetophobia #tw vomit #emetophobia warning #emetophobia cw

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timaeuslover001 · 5 months ago

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Man, if I was president, you would never ever see another standardized testing again.

No more stress needs to be added on any more kids or students to make them retain information.

The only thing you would see is midterms and finals.

The midterms will be the first half of the year information that you learned in the finals will be the other half. And the finals will not be all the information you learned in those eight months in school absolutely not that’s way too much information to expect somebody to retain in 150 question test in 45 minutes, m absolutely nuts!!!!

Because what I’ve learned in college is that all kids are different and we have to learn that and respect that and not let these outside forces dictate to us or tell us or lie to us about what we are capable of.

Because even after doing what I was supposed to do in terms of putting myself in the front of the class, taking notes having a phenomenal teacher, a phenomenal lesson plan to learn and follow along with, and asking questions and not only completing classwork, but also completing homework and doing my own studying and practice problems outside of that work and then learning old material when we moved onto other material….. didn’t give me the grade I ended up getting at the end.

The great I ended up getting at the end was a B but our teacher had mercy on us and actually let us use the equation sheet and that is what really gave me up and gave me the grade I ended up getting.

Because my grade was a low B.

But thanks to her, giving us that opportunity to use the sheet. My grade probably would not have been as high.

And I was on academic probation at the time so I have nothing but As and Bs during that semester.

And it just made me realize that even with all the proper tools I’ve utilized to be successful. It still wasn’t enough, and I was OK with that because I knew me.

And I’m not saying kids shouldn’t be tested or expected to perform high. I’m just saying that there’s way too much pressure on education that isn’t making people want to retain it anymore or any better.

By assuming everybody can do it, you’re setting people up for failure because the expectations are not fairly set.

The high school was a stressful college because it because it wasn’t I lucked out and had a really good math teacher in college button high school I also had a few good math teachers, but also a few not too great ones.

But it was certainly less stressful than anything I’ve ever had to deal with college.

Definitely SAT scores as well as well as ACT.

Of the books that explain that it’s basically supposed to be a test about how kids learn in their learning ability and it’s more so about testing them on all the skills that they should’ve acquired over their entire career of education before college, such as you know and how fast you can apply it that can get done in a short amount of time.

But unfortunately, because a lot of kids don’t really utilize themselves when studying or care to know you know a lot of kids end up failing and college or get a rude awakening because they don’t pay attention to it when they have the chance in high high school when it’s less besides a bad grade or two.

Because college is about being responsible and when you’re responsible for your grade and your education, you have to take all the necessary precautions and steps to make sure that you succeed and in college if you don’t do well, they kick you out and you fail. And money gets lost and you don’t need that.

So I would definitely get ready all standardized testing. Because all those skills should be evidently shown in those students test and quizzes as well as the finals and midterms they have in school.

#students #education #act #SAT #if I was president #studying #college #standardized testing #testing #school #university

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bpbpskpskp · 2 years ago

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vent

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i never had much of a childhood because my cousin introduced me to anime in year 2 and i discovered fanfiction very quickly after that. i used ao3 and liked harry potter at the time. i didn’t read tags and didn’t understand the symbols so i think you can see where this is going. i feel like that’s affected me in a really bad way because i don’t remember what it’s like to be innocent and not know what $3x was. or gender discrimination. or slurs or swears or anything else and i wish i could go back to kindy where i was so proud of knowing how to count by twos instead of playing fruit ninja on myself in year 6 because i wrote a single wrong answer in an advanced maths test. i feel like i burned out in year 7 but only stayed afloat with excessive hours of doing homework and assignments that were far too easy and every single other student would probably laugh at me. i hate that i got into a school for gifted kids. sometimes i wish i went to my local high school with the kids who would vape in the bathrooms and drop out in year 9 and curse out the teachers and get Fs but no. i was stupid enough to want to go to a top 10 all girls high school to prove myself to nobody and the worst part is i was accepted. but still. i like it here. i’ve isolated myself from my old toxic primary friends. nobody has shitty drama about boys and everybody has at least the standard moral code. here i can challenge myself and everyone is so nice and the teachers are so accomodating. it’s me who’s the problem here. it’s me who procrastinates too close to the sun. i was given wax wings and was told every instruction and warning. i understood the warnings but decided to fuck it all up with my pride and i overestimated myself and now i just have to deal with it until i leave.

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professionalranter31 · 3 years ago

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So I’m gonna critique two specific things about My Hero Academia

The first is the concept of heroes being humans too and the pressure that being put on a pedestal has on them

The second is simply the academia part of the whole show

Let’s start off with heroes being humans

Now with this it’s hard to actually see that due to a critical detail, they don’t put personas on when they are doing hero work

How they act when being heroes is who they are in regular life as well

The only actual example we have of a hero putting on a persona for hero work is All Might

There is a clear distinction between the boisterous and hopeful smiling All Might and cynical but optimistic Toshinori Yagi

Honestly a good way to have shown heroes struggling with being put on a pedestal would’ve been Midnight

Her whole hero thing is that she’s a dominatrix and acts like and her attitude and everything doesn’t really change as a civilian unless she’s undercover

Something that would’ve been better is if it was shown that she hates the image people have of her as this dominating woman who is constantly horny and wants to have sex, is incredibly confident and all that

Instead she’s very self conscious of her body, actually wants to get to know a person instead of just jumping their bones, is actually somewhat shy with new people

The reason she has this whole image that she hates is due to the fact she couldn’t get DNA based clothing for her costume-thus allowing her to let her sleeping gas out without needing to tear her clothing-due to society stuff (people being sexist cause she’s a woman)

(Reason I picked her out of all the other heroes is because of the fact that her whole thing is being a dominatrix and such as a hero)

A good example of a hero suffering from the pedestal and the image that society has of them would be King from One-Punch Man

He is incredibly unlucky in that he’s constantly caught up in monster attacks and then the monster is defeated and people assume it is his doing. We are shown that he’s actually incredibly fearful of everything and hates the pedestal he’s been put on by society due to the assumptions they made. This is a hero who has been made out to be the strongest man by society when that couldn’t further from the truth

Now onto the academia part

Every arc we’ve had that deals with academics always has fighting involved

Now it is true that some of these arcs fighting was inevitable such as the Provisional License Exam Arc

But what about the Culture Festival Arc?

Why did it need to have fighting when it could’ve been about the kids working to figure out what kind of performance they should do and then practicing and rehearsing the stuff (could have Gentle Criminal and La Brava appear in a separate arc all for themselves)

Why didn’t we have arcs where the kids had to study for upcoming exams or tests, facing pop quizzes and so much more

First of all it gives us more perspective on how UA operates outside of the mock fights and hero training

It could also shows us how the other teachers aside from Aizawa and All Might work, do world building with history class, see the kids struggle with math and science, learn new languages

It would give the other characters a chance to shine such as Sato or Koda, give 1B a chance to shine as well

An anime that did this right by balancing both core parts of it would be Assassination Classroom

While the assassination of Koro Sensei was the main goal the kids learning and becoming better academically was also critically important with both parts being considered equal in said importance

When the kids took their exams it was portrayed as though they were in a gladiator arena fighting monsters

Yet we never see the kids (in MHA) have full study sessions that isn’t seen for a few moments or shown while being narrated over, freaking out over a problem they can’t solve

We don’t really have an Academia plot in My Hero Academia, just more fights that aren’t necessary for the overall plot (tell me how Izuku vs Gentle Criminal and La Brava progressed the plot please!)

I’m always open for debate though

#bnha critical #mha critical #horikoshi why #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no academia

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russett-pots · 3 years ago

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Troubled Child

Kim Minju

TW: R*ape, Suicide, Violence

Words:2.9k

Don’t know if this is an angst or fluff? decide what you will

But please know that this is my first fic. if you have any comments plz let me know. im also going to start posting smuts eventually.

Inspiration: Minju’s The fault is not yours (watch it if you have time)

General Thanks to: @iznsfw

Edit 1: was asked to change photo

Your teacher escorts you to your new classroom, introducing you to your new classmates in your new school. You had to transfer from your old school due to your reckless behavior.

You were a troubled child; you got caught up with the wrong crowd back then. Drugs, violence, and bullying were the only things you know. Teachers had a hard time controlling your behavior. You neglected your studies, then eventually people lost respect for you. You regularly visit jail accused of petty crimes like pickpocketing, scamming tourists, and stealing from convenience stores. So often, the police are well aware of your antics.

The previous school had enough and kicked you out. Fortunately, something happened to you that changed your life forever. But this is your last chance, and you won’t waste it.

When introducing yourself, the students start murmuring, looking at you, knowing your reputation already. They think you are going to continue your rampage in the school. But you won't. You just sit down on your seat quietly, trying not to disturb anyone. You didn’t mess with them, and they didn’t mess with you.

But there is this one girl who always bugs you. She comes to your seat every morning, greeting you and giving you something to eat just in case you didn’t have breakfast. Her name is Minju. As of the moment, she is the only thing that keeps you smiling inside.

You don’t want to change your arrangement with your classmates. But her persistence towards becoming your friend warms your heart despite your cold attitude towards her.

Minju always invites you to join her friends at their lunch table. But her friends would always try to stop her, but that won’t deter her from being friendly with you. The only reason they haven’t left is your rejection of her offers. You always sit in the far corner alone as an outcast from the school. But at least you aren’t causing trouble anymore.

One day during lunch.

“Hi again, is it alright if I sit with you?” Minju asks.

You ignore her and continue to eat your lunch.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Don’t you want company when you eat?”

“I want to be alone.”

“Can I call you Oppa? I heard you repeated a grade. So you must be older, right?”

You look at her with a black stare.

“Come on; I’m easy to talk to. I can help you get to know people. I’m sure they’ll be glad to get to know you.”

“I’m fine by myself.”

“You don’t seem fine. Turn the frown upside down. I can make you laugh. Watch me.”

She starts showing you a series of different funny faces, from a monkey dancing to a lama chewing on her food.

You giggle for a bit, but you go back to your poker face as soon as you are spotted.

“See, I know there is something in you.”

You go back to your cold demeanor, looking down, focusing on your food.

“Why do you even want to be my friend?” You complain you place down your utensils.

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling you are a good person. Everyone else thinks you are bad, but I want to see the good side of you.”

*RING*

“That’s the bell. I’ll see you in class. Nice talking to you.” Minju skips away, looking back and waves

Waving back, “See you too.” You gently whispered, only audible to yourself.

You grew fond of her, hoping she could help you turn your life around, but the dark side of you still rejects the idea of her as a friend.

As the sun sets, you finish your study session at the library for the big math test tomorrow. While walking to your car, a modified Honda Civic Type-R is a gift from your former associates, you remembered.

Ah, wait, I forgot my gym clothes.

It is no big deal. It isn’t that far away. Just get in and get out. Your trek echoes around the empty halls, only with the sound of the janitor waxing the upper floors.

But when you get closer to the locker room, you hear a female voice screaming in pain and three male voices laughing and insulting her. You burst inside, seeing in horror three students attacking and raping Minju.

“Come one, baby, smile for the camera.” Says a 1st guy holding a video camera pointing at Minju’s beaten-up body.

“Take off her shirt. I got her panties.” The 2nd guy instructs the 3rd.

Minju is still struggling and trying but in vain to push off her attackers.

“Oh, this is going to the internet.” The 1st guy screams

Suddenly, you grab the camera and punch his face at the same time, knocking him out instantly.

The 3rd guy stands up, walking towards you. He throws a punch, but you grab his fist, crushing it at the process. You gave him a headbutt on his forehead, then an uppercut on his chin.

As he moves back, he brings out a switchblade. Raising your hands like a boxer, you taunt him to make the first move. He steps forward and slashes your shirt.

You return a quick jab squared on his face. He charges the knife at you, but you quickly grab his arm and knee his elbow, making it bend the other way. Using both your hands, you hold the front of his shirt, lifting him and throwing him at the lockers: two down, one to go.

You look at the 2nd guy. He slowly caresses Minju's ass and lines up his dick on her asshole. You charge at him before he can do anything to her. You get a hold of his cock and squeeze it. But after shouting in pain, he steps back then pulls out his knife. You back off as you give a glance at Minju. From that, you see her bloodied body lying on the floor.

But with you distracted, the 2nd guy charges at you, trying to stab your chest. You grab on the arm holding the knife and karate chop his writing, thus, dropping his knife. He charges, pushing you back on the lockers, bringing you to throw his fist onto your abdomen and after, elbowing his back and using your knee to kick his face.

He steps back, slightly disoriented, throwing punches not even close to you. With his still exposed cock, you kick his balls and land a final knockout blow to his face, finally subduing all three of Minju’s attackers.

You run to her, checking her pulse and breathing. She is unconscious but barely alive, but with many cuts and bruises on her arms, legs, and face. The worst thing you saw was the blood running down her legs. You check to see where it is coming from, but your worst fears are realized. Struggling to grab your phone from your pocket with your damaged hands, you dial 112.

“This is 112. What’s your emergency?”

“I need the police and an ambulance.”

“Okay, sir, but there was a multi-car pileup on the other side of town. First responders can only arrive in 1 hour.”

“What the fuck! One Hour! She’ll die before then.”

“I am sorry, sir; all personnel is responding to the incident.”

“Shas has been raped, For christ's sake. Send someone.”

You hang up the call and sit down beside her.

“Hi…….. op..pa, how…?” Minju is barely making up any words. Her mouth filled with blood dripping down on her chin.

Fine, I'll do it myself.

Before you pick up Minju, you thought to yourself,

Minju needs justice.

Seeing the video camera on the floor gives you an idea. You remove the belt of each assailant and tie them up on the pipes under the sink. You bring the camera with you so you can bring it to the police station.

After setting everything up, you carry Minju onto your arms. Barely hearing her breath, you run thru the hallways to your car, gently laying down on the passenger seat and fixing her seatbelt. You get in, turn on the ignition, and step on the gas.

You quickly drive out of the school and on the way to the hospital. But you had to stop at an intersection, with the red light still counting down. Looking left, right, then see a battered Minju on your side.

Fuck it

You floor the pedal, now committing to rush to the hospital at any cost, weaving In and out of traffic, honking at drivers telling them to get out of your way. Suddenly, blue and red sirens light up behind you. They'll only delay you.

After cracking your neck, you use the 2.0L turbocharged I4 engine, switching to sports mode. You harness all of your driving skills to evade the police, going in and out of dark alleys, or just using your outright using your pace advantage against them, finally, after getting into the clear and proceeding to the hospital.

Turning into the emergency driveway, you jump out of your car and rush towards the passenger door, pulling out Minju. You turn to the hospital doors, kicking them wide open.

“Please help!” you shout your begs.

As the nurse rushes towards you with a gurney, you slowly put Minju’s body down. The nurse pulls her to the emergency room, and you try to hold Minju’s hand as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

“What happened to her?”

“Cuts, bruises, and….. raped.”

The nurse pauses for a second.

“Okay, I’ll take it from here.”

You watch her taking Minju inside; the only thing left to do is hope that she’ll live. After moving away from the emergency room, you find a place to sit in the jam-packed waiting room.

Another nurse comes in and kneels.

“Sir, are you okay?”

You look at your hands and down at your bloodied uniform. “This...is..isn't...mine.” You stutter as your hands shake.

She takes out and uses her stethoscopes to check your heartbeat and breathing.

“You’ll be fine. Just a little shocked.”

She hands you a form.

“Please fill this out for her.”

“Minju.”

“Sorry?”

“Her name is Minju.”

“Okay, please fill this out for Minju.”

You grab it, reading it slowly. The only information you can write down is her name, nothing else; you don’t know her medical history, if she is taking any medications, or even her birthday.

I barely know this girl. What am I doing?

You walk back to the nurse’s station, handing them the form.

“I am sorry. I don’t know her. I’m just her classmate.”

The nurse reads the little information that was given to her.

“It is alright. I search her up.”

“There! That’s him.” You turn around seeing a security guard escorting two police officers.

They tackle you, face planted on the ground, handcuffing you in the process—the usual spiel of reading your Miranda rights and stating your charges. The rest becomes a blur. You are taken to the station, booked, and tossed in jail.

As you regain your senses and lie down on the cold concrete bench, your mind starts running different thoughts.

Did I do the right thing?

If I didn’t show up, would Minju have died?

I hope she is okay.

A police officer comes and looks at you. “You have a visitor.”

Here comes a couple in their mid-late 40s. One of them is the Commissioner-General of the Korean Police, and the other is his wife. She runs towards you, embracing you.

“Thank you for saving our daughter. I owe you my life.” You can feel her droplets run down her cheeks and falling onto your shoulder.

The Chief of Police comes up to you and extends his hand.

“I would like to give you my biggest thanks for doing what you did.” you can see him try to hold back the tiny tears that are on the edge of his eyes.

He rests his arm on your shoulders as he brings you out of the station while the officers salute him. The father opens the car door for you, allowing you to get in. He and his wife move to the other side and get in. It is a silent car ride home.

As you arrive, “Is this your house?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for the ride.”

“It is the least you can do. Is it alright if I walk you inside?”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll be fine.”

“I insist. I want to know you’ll be safe.”

You give in to his persistence, leading him to your apartment while his wife is left in the car.

*Knock*

The door opens.

“AIIIISSHHHH, I told you to come home early.” A man raises his arm, getting ready to slap you.

But the father grabs onto his wrist.

“Who are you to stop me from disciplining my child? Mind your own damn business.”

“I could have you arrested for child abuse if I wanted to, and….. do I smell some marijuana in here?”

Your father looks at his uniform and walks away in silence, taking another swig of his bottle.

He hands you his calling card. “If you need anything, call me.”

“Thank you, sir,” You bow to him as he leaves.

You look at it. “Chief of Police.”

Entering school the next day, students clear a path as you walk to your classroom. Even as you go inside, your classmates stare at you as you sit down at your table. Rumors already spread about the incident yesterday, mixing in different facts, lies, and opinions.

“Did he beat up those boys?”

“I think he killed one of them.”

“He saved Minju’s life.”

“Wasn’t he too harsh on beating them up? They wound up in the hospital too.”

“Minju deserved what she got. She is an attention whore.”

“There was a knife on the floor. Did he use it to stab them?”

“Was he the one that raped Minju?”

*RING*

The homeroom teacher comes in but in a stressed-out environment.

“Okay, time for attendance.” He rushes to pull out the clipboard.

“Doyun. Check”

“Haeun. Check”

“Min-….” pauses for a second then ignores the name

“Jiwon. Check”

You look down in guilt from beating up Minju’s assaulters. Both of your conscience give conflicting feelings.

Are they just going to forget Minju?

Isn’t a thing I do, right?

Did I do too much?

If I haven’t left my gym clothes….

Am I going to get arrested for beating them up?

“Okay, attendance is over. Oh, new kid… sorry, but you need to go to the principal’s office. Don’t ask why. Just go now!”

You stand up and march towards his office. As you enter, you see him and two police officers. He offers you a seat.

“Son, This is going to get serious. I need to suspend you indefinitely.”

You stand up and protest, “What? Why? What did I do?”

“It is hard not to do anything with what you did last night. Don’t worry, and you aren’t in trouble. You can come back after the investigation is finished.”

The 1st police officer comes to you. “We need to interview you for your testimony. A detective would call you and schedule a time.” Both officers leave the school.

“Leave now. Please pack your belongings and leave quietly. I don’t want to make this mess any worse.”

You do as instructed, returning to the classroom and bringing your stuff home. A couple of classmates wish you luck as you leave. As you exit your school, you see Minju's father standing outside.

“Can you come with me?”

You just enter his car without hesitation. Thinking, it is already time for the interview, and Minju’s dad is leading the case. The car turns to the hospital, bringing it down to the front entrance.

Minju’s dad leads you up in the elevator to the 12th floor and room 1202. He opens the door, and inside is Minju, her family, and the doctor monitoring her.

She is lying down on the hospital bed, hooked up an EKG, heart monitor, and IV bags.

“Oh, you can make it!” Minju weakly says but with the biggest smile on her face.

Her infectious joy transfers to you as you begin to smile.

“I told you. I can make you smile.”

“I didn’t think like this.”

“A smile is a smile.” You both chuckle. “Let me introduce everyone. You met my dad and my mom; here is my Unnie, Eunbi, and my dongseng Yujin.”

“Thank you for saving my Unnie’s life. I cannot imagine my life without her.” Yujin tells you as her puppy eyes begin to tear up.

“Awwww, Yujin, don’t get too emotional.” Minju laughs but with concerning tone.

“Unnie, I really can’t live without you.”

Eunbi looks at you. “If you need anything. I’ll be there. You took care of Minju. I’ll take care of you.”

Then the doctor taps on your shoulder. “You did the right thing. If it was 15 minutes later, she might not have made it. She would have lost too much blood.” He gives his final checks on Minju before moving on to his next patient.

You look back at Minju’s parents discussing who should stay with her.

“I have to go back to the investigation.”

“I can’t either; the board meeting is today. What about Eunbi?”

“Eunbi has her finals today.”

“Daddy, can I stay?”

“Sorry, Yujin, you have classes.”

“I want to stay with Minju-unnie. I don’t know if I can meet her again.” Yujin cries while running back to Minju.

“Sir, I can stay. I’m on suspension until the investigation is over.”

“I don’t think Minju would be okay with that.”

“It is okay, dad. I would like to talk to him anyway.”

“Okay then, if Minju is okay with it.” He says.

The entire family exits the room, leaving you and Minju alone.

“Can you come to me?” Minju asks, “Is it alright I can call you Oppa? You are a year older than me.”

“That’s fine. No one has called me that for a while.”

“Why did you save me? Weren’t you supposed to not like me?”

“I couldn’t have left a friend behind.”

“So, I’m your friend now?” She happily asks, now knowing.

“There is another reason, though.”

“What is it?”

“My sister was also raped; she tried reporting it to the police but didn’t have any evidence. She slowly became distant and fell into depression. Until one day, I saw her dead body hanging on the ceiling.” You start to cry as your memories come rushing back. “I cannot let that happen to you.”

Minju also starts crying as she puts her hand on top of yours.

“I’m glad. I have you.” Minju smilies

“Friends?”

“Friends.”

~The End

#kpopfanfic #angst #fluff #izone #kim minju

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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Pregnancy scare with the Batboys?

These all happen at different times in their lives. Dick at 24, Jason 26, and Tim 20 because I feel like that’s the ages they’d like have this.

Warning: it’s gotta little bit of everything. Fluff, smut, convenience story robbery, blood, one little crude sex joke.

Dick

“I stopped at the store and got everything we need before the store comes in. Even got those pad tampon things you use,” Dick said waving the box proudly. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the box.

“And what prompted that?” You asked, eyes narrowed.

“A coupon deal on them,” Dick answered and you laughed.

“That makes more sense. Let me put these up and I’ll cook dinner,” you said, walking to the bathroom.

“Nope! I’m cooking,” Dick said happily.

“Okay,” you said planning to help him anyways.

You walked in the bathroom to put the box in your usual drawer only to find it full. When was the last time you needed one? You did the math and realized that it’s been almost 2 months. With your university schedule being crazy and Dick got hurt a few weeks ago, you’d forgotten all about your period.

You skin chilled at the thought. What if you were- what if you were pregnant? You were too young. You were 24 but it felt too young. You were only dating. You hadn’t gotten to the kids talk yet.

“Hey babe, where is the- what’s wrong?” Dick asked from the doorway. He looked at the package in your hand and the matching one in the drawer with confusion.

“Uh, I missed my period last month,” you said and his eyes widened. “I completely forgot.”

“Oh.”

He looked at you frozen. “Wait- are you saying you might be...”

“Maybe,” you answered. “We gotta get tests and everything. And stress can mess it up. And we’ve been using protection every time.”

“Yeah. I’ll run to the store, okay?” He said before hurrying out the door. You sat on the toilet with the box still in hand. What if you were pregnant? Dick was a good guy but he didn’t exactly have a ton of money. He was a part time gymnastics teacher. You were in college.

“Okay I got 4,” Dick said, back in record time. He gave you the bag and watched you.

“Dick?”

“Hu?”

“Get out of the bathroom.”

“Oh right,” he said, leaving and shutting the door. You could hear him pacing as you took the tests. You unlocked the door as you waited for the tests to finish. A neat little row of absolute terror on the side of the bathtub.

“Are they done?” Dick asked anxiously.

“No. We wait two minutes,” you said almost hollowly with stress and he nodded roughly.

“If you are... I’ll be here. I’ll be here for whatever you decide. No matter your choice,” Dick said holding your hands. You gulped.

“Yeah. Thanks. I can’t believe I forgot,” you said with a little laugh. He hugged your shoulders.

“Things have been crazy,” Dick said with a shrug. Your phone alarm went off and you quickly looked at all of the tests. Negative. You both relaxed. You sighed in relief.

“That would have been crazy,” you said with a laugh. Dick laughed a little too. “I am not ready to be a mom.”

“Yeah. Same. I’d need a better job and a better place. Not that there’s anything wrong with our apartment but it’s too small for a baby,” Dick rambled on. He stopped when he noticed your little grin. “You know, I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you.”

You didn’t answer but pulled him in for a kiss that Dick eagerly returned before finally pulling away because you were in the bathroom surrounded by used pregnancy tests and boxes of menstrual products.

“I’ll clean up while you get dinner started. Yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dick said with a kiss to your cheek.

Jason

You’d been thinking about it for a few days with a sense of denial. Your period was late. And you were mentally freaking out. You were too young. I mean, you were 26 but it felt too young! Your relationship was too new! You had been dating for 2 years but it felt too fast!

You hurried down to a corner store that you didn’t normally visit near your apartment to grab some tests. You jumped a little when the bell on the door rang as another customer entered the store. You had been too worried and stressed about picking from the 7 different types of pregnancy tests. Were they all the same or totally different? You just wanted to know ‘baby or naw.’ You grabbed three and put them in a hand basket.

“PUT your hands up where we can see them,” a man yelled and you froze before looking up, your hands above your head, basket on your wrist. “Take off any jewelry and pull out your wallets. We’ll be taking those,” a man in a ski mask said. There were a total of 12 customers and 2 shop clerks.

You carefully pulled your crossbody bag off your shoulder and held it out. A man grabbed it roughly from you and you made a tiny noise that made him smile. He looked you over and you wanted to shrink away.

There was a loud crashing noise as the side glass was broken and a man with a pair of guns blazing stood in the middle. The bright red helmet let you know that it was Jason and you almost sagged in relief. Almost. He pointed the gun at both criminals and shot at their knees. The rubber bullets hit them both in the knees and they fell before you could even move. He quickly punched them both in the head and they lost consciousness. Jason roughly tied them up by the register and everyone started to leave the building quickly while grabbing their things.

Jason grabbed you and pulled you from the building and up to the roof, basket still on your wrist. He rolled his helmet off and looked you over.

“Are you alright?” He asked holding your face in his hands. You grasped his wrists.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He looked you over before his eyes fell to the basket. Jason froze as he looked at the contents. A candy bar and 3 pregnancy tests.

“Are you? Why do you have these?” He asked, looking at your face quickly. You sat the basket down.

“Maybe,” you answered quietly. His mouth opened a little as if you speak but he didn’t. “I mean, I’m late.”

“Okay. Alright,” he said nodding. “We just need to test first. God, you were almost shot and you might be pregnant.”

He pulled you tightly in his arms until the armor pressed against you. Jason’s lips pressed against the side of your head. For one of the first times, he looked scared.

Back at your apartment, you could hear Jason pacing as you took the test. You unlocked the door and he came in, staring at them. Neither one of you spoke before the results came in. Negative. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I would have been there for you. No matter what. But I’m glad that it’s negative. We should plan this stuff, you know? My job... it’s too dangerous,” Jason said carefully.

“I know. We can’t,” you said with a dry smile.

“I’d quit. If you were. So that you and the baby would be safe,” he said and you quickly looked at him.

“You shouldn’t have to,” you said.

“But I would.”

Tim

Tim’s hands were tight on your hips as he thrust in your from behind and you couldn’t stop making little noises. God, were you always this tight? He could barely control himself and the second you clamped around him in pleasure, Tim came as well. Both of you panted as he roughly and slowly thrust through your highs. Tim pushed in deeply before stopping to catch his breath and then pulling out.

“Fuck,” he said in a terrified voice. You turned to look at him confused. “The condom came off.”

Your eyes widened at the implication. “Did you- did you finish inside?” You asked as cold panic flooded your body. You were only using condoms at this point in time.

“Yeah. Definitely,” he said, looking down and in literally any other situation he would have loved the sight before him. His cum leaked out of you and Tim winced.

After a few minutes of trying to finally get the useless condom out, you were almost in full freak out. You were only 20. You couldn’t get pregnant!

“I’ll get plan B. Unless you don’t want it,” Tim said looking at you.

“Good idea. We definitely need that,” you said nodding. “But you can’t go to the store and buy plan B. Timothy Drake-Wayne buys plan B. Playboy like his father Bruce Wayne? I could just see the headline. I’ll go.”

“Smart,” he said. You quickly took a shower and threw on clothes before running down to a pharmacy. Your heart pounded as you asked the pharmacist for a plan B but she simply gave you a box that you paid for. You took the pill before even leaving the store and threw away the evidence as if someone cared what you did.

That night you had some nausea and cramping but were fine otherwise. Tim was extra nice in the next few weeks as you both waited to see if your period would ever come. He put in effort to see you more often and stay off his phone when you were together. Finally you woke up one morning with cramps where actually pleasantly happy to see that you had finally started to bleed. That didn’t happen often.

You told Tim who sagged in relief. He didn’t even know how much tension he held in his body before releasing it. He kissed your cheek and you laughed a little.

“Never buying that brand of condoms again,” he swore.

“I’m making an appointment to get birth control,” you said and he quickly turned to you.

“Really? No more condoms?” Tim said hopefully.

“It’ll take a little while to start working but yeah,” you said with a little smile. “Then I can be your Twinkie instead of your toaster strudel,” you laughed.

“Wow. I wish I could time travel to unhear that,” Tim said covering his face with a hand while laughing.

“You know that’s a good joke,” you laughed pushing his shoulder.

“...yeah,” he said with a grin.

#dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #Jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #Tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader

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ghstandpucks · 3 years ago

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Teacher Appreciation Part 3 ~ Nathan MacKinnon (4+1)

Here it is! Part 3 (and last) of Teacher Appreciation! I'm so thankful for all the comments and love, thank you to everyone who has read it! Let me know what you think of this part! Shout out to @cozynightscandle for asking about a part 3 and providing some inspo, as well as @avsfans95 for always letting me bounce ideas off of her!

Also, sixth grade is still considered elementary in my district, so I kept it that way for purposes of the story!

Summary: The four times Nate surprised your class, and the one time your class and Nate surprised you.

Warning: mentions of the pandemic (not the main focus, just touching on how teaching was during that time as I spent the beginning of my teaching career pretty much online)

Word Count: 4,634

Master List

Your first year of teaching sixth grade was actually more successful than you would have thought. It was a different type of bond you were able to build with your students. Instead of having to tie shoes and clean boo-boos, you became someone that your students would come talk to if they were too stressed. They told you their dreams and aspirations; all the while still relying on you to calm their fears when math became overwhelming. Long story short, you absolutely loved it. Yes, some were taller than you, and on more than one occasion Nate would lose you among your kiddos when he would come to help in your classroom. Still, you built connections that you didn’t think were possible after always working with the younger kids. Nate loved seeing how excited you were, and loved when you would come home and tell him all about what your kids did that day.

And yes, home was now with Nate. During a bad snow one evening, you were panicking about having to get back home so you could change just in case school wasn’t cancelled for the next day. Nate, off-handedly, suggested that it would be easier for you to just move in, since you were over all the time anyways; his office half taken over with craft supplies already. You agreed with a sarcastic laugh, thinking he was joking, but woke up to him clearing out space in his closet. During winter break, you officially moved in. Now it was your second year in sixth grade, and a handful of your kiddos from third grade when you first met Nate were back in your class. And if you thought third graders were intrusive, they just got worse, especially when they already knew you.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you not give us homework tonight? I have practice,” Steven asked right after the morning bell rang and you were checking over last nights homework.

“Steven, I already don’t give you much homework and you have time to usually start it in class. Use your time wisely kiddo,” you said, stamping his paper as he groaned.

“But Miss Y/L/N…”

“But nothing, do your work,” you responded, making a face at him that caused the young boy to huff out a laugh. You had only been in school for a month now, but have been having a great time with your kids. Today, the Avs would be on campus talking with the fifth graders as they do every year about the presidential fitness test. Last week when your students caught word that the hockey team would be there, half of them pleaded with you to get the team into your classroom. Little did they know that you had a different surprise planned for them. During recess, Nate ran into your classroom as you gathered your PE supplies. “Do they know yet?” he asked, giving you a quick kiss and taking the kickball from your hands.

“Not a clue,” you giggled as he retreated to his teammates and you went to get your kids from line. Leading your students into the gym as you had PE after recess, they all started to shout and jump around when they saw who was joining them. You waved as Nate came into view, accompanied by the entire Avs’ line up.

“Hi Teacher Dad!” Alexa squealed over the commotion, and you swore your face was beat red. She hadn’t used that term yet this year and to be frank, you had forgotten about it.

“Alexa,” you started as the guys laughed.

“Hi Alexa,” Nate called out, smiling at you with a look that told you not to get upset. Looking back at the girl, she sent you a sweet smile and you just shook your head with a laugh.

“You know better,” you said and she giggled. “Alright, ladies and gentleman gather around please! Today we will be continuing our game of….”

“Kickball basketball!” your kids yelled, running off to their teams and taking their positions. “Wait wait wait. Before we get started, would someone kindly explain the rules of kickball basketball to our newcomers,” you gestured towards the Avs who looked completely confused at your fusion of the two ballgames.

“So one team pitches the ball like in kickball and the other team has to kick it. Then they skip around the perimeter of the basketball court and have to make it back home before the other team can get the ball and shoot it through the hoop,” Justin explained.

“There are also no bases so you can’t stop. You aren’t safe anywhere unless you make it back home,” Kalel added.

“This is really a game now?” Andre asked you and you nodded.

“And it is our favorite. So I have my kids playing odds vs evens based on their class numbers. I think you all can split up that way too,” you said, gesturing for the guys to join their respective teams. Nate watched as you settled the argument about who the pitcher would be between three of your boys, not handing the ball over till they figured it out diplomatically.

“She wasn’t joking when she said her students were taller than her, was she?” Andre laughed from beside Nate as he chuckled along. You stood on the sideline, cheering and calling out foul balls for the duration of the game. The Avs took it easy with your kids, just laughing and having fun. Your kids were ecstatic, being able to call some of the guys their teammates; getting high fives and being cheered on by the pro athletes. You PE time was about to end within another five minutes as the teams switched sides after the evens got three outs on the odds. You saw Isaac hand Nate the ball to make him pitcher, smiling as Nate gently rolled the ball to Kiely. After she kicked it and almost made it around, Steven was up.

“Miss Y/L/N, will you kick?” he called out to you, and your class started to cheer. It was no secret that you played PE games with your kids from time to time. A chant of your name was started as you laughed and put your keys and walkie talkie off to the side.

“Teacher Mom vs Teacher Dad, yaaaasss,” Alexa cheered and you shook your head.

“Alexa,” you called and she smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry!” Nate laughed and turned his attention back to you. He rolled the ball slower than you knew he could, but that didn’t stop you from kicking it with all your might. Your kids (and the Avs) on your side were cheering loudly as you skipped around the perimeter laughing, coming back to home a second before Tyson got the ball in the net.

“Evens win!” you called out, then made your two teams shake hands with each other and collect the equipment as it was time to head back to class. As your class was saying goodbye to the Avs, Nate walked over and bumped his arm into you.

“You know I went easy on you right?” he asked, ever the competitor. You laughed and smiled sweetly at him.

“You know you shouldn’t have, right?” you shot back, laughing as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you back home. Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you,” he whispered back. You gathered your class and ushered them out of the gym and back to your classroom. The rest of the day went well as your class was floating on cloud nine from their interaction with the Avs.

One Thursday afternoon before Winter break, you came home with several bags of potatoes in hand. Opening your apartment door, you walked in on Mikko and Andre watching a basketball game with Nate; your boyfriend automatically getting up and taking a few bags from you. “What’s with all the potatoes?” Mikko asked.

“We’re mummifying them tomorrow in class,” you answered casually, walking off into the kitchen as Nate sat back down on the couch while Mikko and Andre looked entirely confused.

“Did what she just said not phase you at all?” Andre asked Nate and the center shrugged.

“I’ve been hearing about this project for like 3 months now,” he said casually. You walked back into the room and sat on the edge of the couch near Nate.

“Mummifying potatoes?” Mikko asked, looking slightly horrified.

“Yeah, we’re learning about ancient Egypt. We’re going to wrap the potatoes in foil and decorate them with plastic jewels like they were death masks,” you explained in an excited tone.

“How?” Andre asked, now completely more interested in what you were talking about than the game.

“I’m going to cut large slices of potatoes so ever student gets a handful. Then we’re going to pour baking soda and salt on them to dry it out like the Ancient Egyptians would dry a body. Then we are going to wrap it in tin foil like a sarcophagus and decorate. When we get back from winter break, we’ll ‘excavate’ them by unwrapping the potatoes and see how we did with drying it out, documenting changes and what we see like archaeologists,” you explained. Nate smiled up at you as Mikko and Andre tried to figure out if the project seemed cool or crazy. They settled on cool.

“Can we help?” Mikko asked and you laughed.

“Nate’s coming in tomorrow to help. The two of you can come with him if you want,” you said and the guys nodded.

The following day, Alexa answered the door when there was a knock as you were starting to explain to your class what they were going to do with their potatoes. “Teacher Dad! You’re here!” She said quietly as to not get in trouble by you. Nate chuckled, nodding as Mikko and Andre planned on chirping him later for how comfortable your class was with him if they were calling him teacher dad like it was no big deal. It was one thing when they were younger, but took on a different comfort level as they were older.

The guys helped you pass out the materials and made their own sarcophagi as you circled the classroom making sure your students were staying on task and not just goofy around. A few of your sports obsessed boys clung to the hockey players and copied their every move, decorating their sarcophagi to look similar. You laughed, passing by Nate’s and adding an extra jewel because you wanted to make it more sparkly. He narrowed his eyes at you, but let you keep adding jewels until you were content and circled the class again to see how your kids were coming along. Mikko and Andre snickered; only you would be allowed to touch anything of Nate’s and not have him explode on you.

“Mr. MacKinnon?” two of your girls came up to Nate with little giggles. He looked at them confused, but answered.

“Yes?”

“You and Miss Y/L/N are dating right? Like you’re here all the time. Ever since third grade,” Audrey asked in a hushed tone while Cierra continued to giggle. Nate flushed, not sure how to answer them.

“You must really like her. Like, marry her like her,” Cierra added as Nate cleared his throat and his teammates started to laugh. Before Nate could formulate a sentence though, you were calling for your class’s attention, letting them know it was time to put their ‘sarcophagi’ on the back counter and clean up for the day. As you circled the room again, you noticed Nate looking a bit red with the two forwards trying to hold in their laughter.

“You okay?” you asked him quietly.

“Fine,” he shot you a smile, and though you were skeptical, you returned to your class.

“Yeah Teacher Dad Mackinnon. When are you going to make her Teacher Mom MacKinnon?” Andre chirped quietly, muttering a sorry when you shot him a look having heard his voice, but not what he said. Truth be told, Nate had already thought about it and had plans for an off-season proposal.

Campus was quiet on a Thursday after school. You had made copies and stapled a few packets together, graded math tests, and prepared a social studies test for Friday. One task led to another and you kept walking around your room hanging up new student work. Sitting down, you started working on going through your students work from the week to check for understanding and participation. As you were stamping and writing comments, you heard your door being unlocked. Figuring it was the custodian, you kept on plugging away. “Hi Ms. Kay,” you said cheerfully, before looking up and jumping in shock. “What are you doing here?” Nate looked at you incredulously.

“Why are you still here? Y/N I thought something happened to you,” he walked over to you and pulled you up and into a hug. Was he worried about you?

“No, I was just getting some things done. How did you get in?” you asked as he let go of you.

“Ms. Kay gave me your room key when I ran into her in the parking lot. Why the hell are you still here? I tried to call you like ten times,” Nate said, obviously worried, but you still weren’t sure why.

“I have bad reception in my room, I’m sorry babe,” you said, grabbing his hand. “Why are you so worried. Is everything okay?”

“You don’t know what time it is, do you?” Nate asked you, laughing humorlessly.

“It’s only like 4:30,” you said, looking at him confused.

“Hun, no,” he said, showing you his watch. “It’s 7:30.”

“Oh my gosh Nate. I am so sorry! One thing led to another and I wasn’t paying attention and…” you rambled.

“Hey it’s okay,” Nate tilted your chin up with his forefinger. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, realizing you had worried him. Nate smiled softly at you, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing your backpack and keys.

“Let’s go home,” he tugged on your hand but looked back when you didn’t budge.

“Nate I have so much to do. I don’t know how I got behind this week but I need to get all their work together and sent home in their Friday folders,” you rushed out, starting to feel overwhelmed that you didn’t have all the time you thought you had.

“Then they can get them on Monday. You need to come home and get some rest,” Nate tried to reason patiently with you.

“Nate, they’re called Friday folders for a reason,” you said.

“And I’m sure if they get them late one week no one will riot,” he responded.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know your class adores you as their teacher. Now let’s go home and you can finish them tomorrow if you’re going to stress over it,” Nate started to pull you along.

“But…”

“Leave it.”

The next day you were running on pure caffeine and more thankful than usual that it was Friday. The unfortunate part, your schedule had no room for you to work on your Friday folders. Figuring you would skip lunch to get it done, you went about your day as usual. You were helping Noah with dividing fractions when there was a knock at your door. As you continued to help your student, Justin got up and answered. “Mr. MacKinnon!” he yelled and your head shot up.

“Justin, that is not an appropriate classroom tone,” you said as your class was all trying to get a better look at Nate. “Get back to work you guys. I’ll be right back Noah. Try number 12 by yourself,” you suggested, getting up and walking over to Nate. “Everything okay?”

“What do you want me to file?” he asked.

“What?” you asked, confused by his question.

“You were stressed yesterday about your Friday folders and they still look empty,” Nate gestured toward your hanging files on the wall with all the student’s folders in them. “I figured I would stop by to see if you needed help.”

“Are you my room mom for the day?” you laughed quietly and Nate nodded. Checking the time, you shook your head.

“You just got out of practice. I appreciate the help, but I’m sure your tired. Go home and rest,” you said, feeling guilty that you had worried him yesterday.

“I’m good. Where should I start?” he smiled.

“Please let him stay Miss Y/L/N. I love making my brother mad that Nathan MacKinnon spends time in our class instead of his,” Isaac said from behind you. Turning around, you laughed looking up at the tall sixth grader.

“Why are you up?” you asked.

“Oh! I need help on number 15,” he showed you his messy paper.

“We’ll go over everything right now. But did you flip the second fraction and then simplify?”

“No….”

“Ohhh, I would start there,” you smiled.

“Yes ma’am,” Isaac saluted you and went back to his desk. You laughed softly, shaking your head and turning back to Nate. “If you’re sure you want to stay, their work is all ready to be filed and it’s sitting on my desk. Thank you.” You smiled at Nate with a sigh of relief. He squeezed your arm reassuringly for a moment, then walked over to your desk to grab the stack he needed. “Alright my crazies, let’s go over our keep, change, flip.”

This wasn’t actually happening, was it? There’s no way this is real. These thoughts swirled in your head on a Friday in March. The school was closing for an extended spring break due to an outbreak. COVID-19 was closing your school. Nate’s season was just postponed, and now school. You went home in tears that day, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Over the next two weeks, you prepared Google Classrooms and work to do digitally as your school year was called. A month in a half online, then summer. Nate was getting agitated, not knowing what to expect with hockey and also worried for the both of you in the city. “I’m getting us a flight to Coal Harbor before they close the borders,” he mentioned one night during dinner.

“Nate, I can’t leave. What if I need to get back into my class? What if my kids need me?” you asked, your anxiety heightening.

“Then I’ll find a way to get you back here as quickly as possible. I just think we would be safer at home with more space, not an apartment in the middle of Denver,” he explained.

“I don’t have anything to teach there. At least here I have a white board, I can’t take that on a plane,” you rambled. Nate reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“I already ordered you one for there. It’s being delivered tomorrow. You can turn one of the spare rooms into your classroom, or you can take my office and I can do things somewhere else. I just want to go back home, and I’m not comfortable leaving you here,” he said, wiping a tear off your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You weren’t sure if you were stress crying or worried crying at this point. He did have a point though, and you were online for the remainder of the school year. You nodded.

“Okay.”

~ ~ ~

Three weeks later you were laughing at a story one of your kids was telling you over Google Meet. You had to give it to your class, they were very resilient and working hard to finish the year off. Deciding that you wanted to do something fun for PE, you roped Nate into a low-key training session. You told your kids to come to class that morning in their favorite sports gear and be ready to move. Opening your meet, you appeared in your MacKinnon jersey. “Of course you have a MacKinnon jersey Miss Y/L/N,” Cierra said laughing. You looked at her shocked.

“Who else should I have?” you laughed with her.

“Crosby,” Kiely unmuted herself quickly.

“I heard that Kiely!” Nate yelled from somewhere in the hallway. Your kids started laughing and you smiled at them, thankful to have them all healthy and safe in front of you, even if it was through a screen.

“Okie dokie kiddies. I have something fun planned for us today. Are you all ready to meet our special guests?”

“We know Mr. MacKinnon is there Miss Y/L/N,” Steven unmuted himself and laughed.

“I said guests as in plural Steven. But if you don’t want to meet him, I guess I can just send him back home,” you shrugged, starting to turn around in your chair.

“No no no! Steven stop talking. Miss Y/L/N, who is it?” Noah called, practically bouncing out of his seat.

“Hey, be nice Noah. Alright ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I would like you to meet your PE coaches for the day. Mr. MacKinnon you already know, but say hi!” your kids all unmuted themselves to say hello to Nate as he walked into the room. “Okay now, drumroll please! Your other PE coach, Mr. Crosby!” The screams of your kids had you pressing ‘mute all’ really quick. If only there was a mute all in real life. Sidney waved at your kids while Nate laughed as Kalel fell out of his chair in excitement. You saw parents running into the rooms of your students, all waving and excited themselves once they saw there was no danger.

After a 30 minute workout with Nate and Sid demonstrating and counting for the kids, you let them have time to talk with your class. They had been working so hard, you figured some time missed from learning to enjoy themselves in this hectic experience was needed. Friday was half day for you online, so after a math review and reading time, you said goodbye to your kids as they all started to log off. Waving till the last one left, you sunk back into your chair as you ended the call. Nate came into the room and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for doing that today,” you said, smiling at your boyfriend.

“Of course. I would do anything for you, you know that,” he said simply and you smiled. “I am mad at Kiely though. Why should you have a Crosby jersey?” Nate made a face and you giggled.

“She just wants what’s best for her teacher,” you teased him, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss and then standing up to head to the kitchen for a snack.

“Yeah sure,” Nate said, then comprehended what you just said. “Hey!” he ran after you, circling his arms around your waist while you laughed and tried to get away from him.

It was the last day of school for the year, and you were watching a movie with your kids on Google Meet. After the meet you talked about the summer and what they hoped to do if they could. You had them also talk about what their favorite part of the year was and what they look forward to in Junior High. “You guys know that I will always be here for you. I know you will all be awesome seventh graders and I can’t wait to run into you all at the grocery store one day and have you all tell me about it,” you said, starting to get choked up with having to say goodbye to them after such an insane year.

“I’m gonna miss you Teacher Mom,” Alexa unmuted herself and you almost broke. Even though you would get after her when she would call Nate Teacher Dad, you loved being her Teacher Mom.

“You’re going to make me cry,” you said, tearing up and laughing as your kids all started to unmute themselves to tell you not to cry.

“Miss Y/L/N, can you call Mr. MacKinnon into the room please?” Kiely asked softly and you nodded, figuring she wanted to say goodbye to him too. You called for Nate, laughing at a joke one of your boys told you while he walked into the room. Seeing him through the camera, you turned around in shock.

“What’s all of this?” you said to all the little presents and cards Nate was holding and placing down on the desk beside your laptop.

“We all wanted to get you something, so my mom emailed Mr. MacKinnon to plan how to get it to you!” Isaac shouted.

“Email?” you asked Nate, not knowing they had his email.

“Instagram,” he whispered. Your actual room mom DMed Nate.

“You guys! This is too much! Thank you,” you gushed, looking at the outpour of love from your class. “You’re all the best and I love you guys,” you said, not helping the tears that came to your eyes.

“Love you Miss Y/L/N!” a few of your girls shouted while your boys just laughed.

“There is also one more thing,” Nate muttered to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “You guys ready?” he asked your class, and you could hear the nerves in his voice. Why was he nervous? Your kids all nodded, big smiles on most of their faces. “Okay, hold them up.” You watched the screen as your kids held up colorful posters with different sayings on them. Confused, you started to read them.

“Teacher Mom + Teacher Dad”

“Congratulations!”

“Mrs. MacKinnon’s Class!”

“Say yes!” … Kiely’s had a picture of a ring on it. Your jaw dropped as your heartbeat sped up.

“Turn around!” Alexa yelled through the speakers. Spinning in your chair, you came face to face with Nate kneeling in front of you, a beautiful ring in his hands.

“I had a whole speech planned out, but I’m forgetting it now,” he chuckled and you giggled with him, more tears filling your eyes. “I know this time has been crazy, and I didn’t plan on purposing to you during a pandemic, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I’m thankful everyday that those kids brought you to the rink that day three years ago. I love having crafts all over my desk because you need more space, and I love being Teacher Dad; more than I thought I would. But most of all, I love the peace and steadiness you bring to my life, even if you’re running in circles yourself. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Say yes!” shouts came from behind you on the computer screen. You smiled, nodding your head.

“Yes, of course,” you said, tears falling. Nate smiled at you and slipped the ring on your finger, standing up and bringing you into a hug. He wanted to kiss you, but knew you would get mad that it was in front of your class. Cheers erupted from the meet, and you turned to see not only your students but their parents also. Laughing, you showed your class your ring quickly.

“Yay Teacher Mom and Teacher Dad!” Alexa shouted and you couldn’t get mad at her this time. After they all calmed down and you said your final goodbyes, you ended the meet and found Nate laying on the couch. You lowered yourself on top of him and kissed him.

“How did you get them to do that?” you asked, referring to the signs.

“When Isaac’s mom messaged me, I brought it up. She coordinated it all with the other parents,” he said and you laughed.

“I love you,” you said, kissing him again, Nate wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“I love you too, future Mrs. MacKinnon.”

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The Football Player (Part One)

Based on this request: “Bucky is a football player and you are a fan of the team but you're also really shy. Secretly Bucky also developed a crush on you. He sees you getting mocked by some idiots and he gets in between to stand up for you. Later then he asks you for a walk and he kisses you.”

masterlist / part two

According to every ounce of common sense still left in your body, you should be paying attention. You’re in school, might as well actually learn something, right? You have a test next period, and if you were smart or wanted to pass at all, you should be focusing right now, tracking every single word that your professor is saying. The only problem is that you’re not doing this whatsoever. No, your gaze is instead directed out the window, where a certain football team is just beginning practice.

It’s not like you were intentionally trying to get distracted. You had come to the classroom right on time, pencils lined up and notebook out, ready to start the day. Your gaze just happened to accidentally shift to the window instead, and when you saw number seventeen in red and gold, well, how could you focus on math at a time like this? You’d seen James Barnes around the school many times, but he never ceases to amaze you.

Honestly, even talking about him tends to light a fire behind your cheeks. You’ve seen this movie dozens of times before: shy, studious girl falls for the football player, hijinks ensue. However, this isn’t a Hollywood blockbuster. Bucky is a star member of the team, and you’re just a fan of your school’s football games. Whenever you do icebreakers in class and you’re forced to describe yourself in one word, you always reach for ‘bookish’ or ‘smiling’. Certainly never ‘superbly athletic’ or ‘on Bucky’s radar in any way’. Those aren’t even one word.

However, you never quite seem to let yourself be brought back to reality. Time and time again, you don the red and gold colors of your school- Mid-Capital University, or MCU, ready to go cheer on the team and your favorite player especially so. In fact, there’s a game tonight, you’ll be going with your friend. No matter how many times you laugh at yourself, though, you can’t shake your crush. You doubt it’ll be going away anytime soon.

The night is young, the shouts loud. You cheer with your friend and the rest of the school as the football team runs out onto the field. Their manager, a Mr. Stark, watches from the sidelines, yelling directions or complaining about how much the equipment is going to cost. The team jogs over to their captain, Steve Rogers, to huddle up and discuss final strategy. Steve is a senior, and you’ve heard rumors that he’s chosen Sam Wilson to take his place as captain next year. He’s Bucky’s best friend, so you’ve heard, although they pretend to fight often enough that you’d think they were rivals.

Bucky is here as well now, eyes glinting from underneath his helmet. He’d had long hair for the longest time, but when he’d cut it over the summer there had been more than a few desolate sighs from the cheerleaders. You had to smile at that- at least you weren’t head-over-heels enough to give up your crush based on his hair. You weren’t that bad yet.

As you watch, the team takes their position. They’ll be playing their rivals tonight, the Hydras. Steve heads to the back, Bucky and Sam on either side of him. Further along the team, you can begin to recognize other players- Scott Lang, a kid who’s scrawny off the field but seems to grow twice in size the second he puts on his gear, Peter Parker, the freshman who managed to make it on the team within his first few days, and Natasha Romanoff, the one girl on the team who’s got a death stare promising she’ll tear any objectors to shreds.

The whistle blows, and the teams are off. You watch with bated breath as Bucky darts left, right, catches the ball from Steve and takes off down the field. Apprehension grows across the student body until at last- touchdown, your school! You rise with the others, cheering in unison. Maybe you’re just being silly, but you could swear Bucky looked at you with a smile just as he started off back towards the line.

The rest of the football game is a breeze. Your school wins easily, and Bucky definitely did his part to secure the victory. The next day, everyone is still buzzing over the catches and near misses with their friends, not wanting to miss a single moment. You suppose it’s still on your mind, which is why you’re frozen in your tracks when your new lab partner sits down beside you in biology.

It’s Bucky. Of course it is Bucky. Of course, the one time you have to have a new lab partner in class, your teacher manages to have the terrible luck to place you with the one person who reduces you to a blushing mess every time he steps within ten feet of you. Bucky slings his backpack down beside his chair, offering you an easy smile like a flyer, free of charge.

“I’m Bucky.” He says, and you remember yourself. “I know. I saw the game, you were really good. I’m Y/N, uh, by the way.” Bucky’s smile grows even wider when you mention the game, if that’s possible. “You saw the game? That’s so nice of you.” You feel like you can’t form a coherent thought. “Yeah, I went with my friends. Your team won.” You want to slap yourself in the head- of course he won, he was there. You’re stating the obvious.

But Bucky doesn’t laugh at you, or act like you’ve said anything strange. He just nods, shoulders slumping slightly as he thinks about last night’s game. “It was hard. I guess every time you go against your rival school the pressure’s just ten times worse. It took a lot to just run out on the field.”

He stiffens slightly after he says this, like he wasn’t intending on sharing that secret just yet. However, you’re just grateful that you’re not the only one saying whatever pops into your head. “I can’t blame you. If it’s worth anything, though, I thought you were great.” Bucky’s beaming smile is back, brighter than ever. “It’s worth a lot from you.”

Maybe this sudden seating arrangement won’t be that bad after all.

Your friend catches up to you the second you leave the biology room behind. She looks back and forth between you and Bucky’s retreating form, something in between astonishment and a teasing grin lingering on her face. “Tell me I didn’t just make that up. Tell me you’re actually the lab partner of the one and only Bucky Barnes, the guy you’ve been crushing on for, like, forever.”

You shove her slightly, although you can’t help but smile. “It’s true. I don’t know how, but it’s true. Guess the bio teacher really liked me that period.” Your friend loops an arm around your shoulders. “It’s not just him who really likes you. Did you see the way he was looking at you? All through class, he kept stealing glances. I think Bucky Barnes has a crush on you.”

You stop in your tracks. “That’s impossible. He would never.” Your friend crows in victory. “But he did! You don’t stare at somebody like that unless you’re hopelessly in love with them. It’s the same way you stare at him.” Indignation rises in you like a spring. “I don’t stare at him. I just observe, casually.” Your friend snorts. “Well, you casually observe him a lot. Honestly, I just see this as a success. If you can get the star football player to fall in love with you, then I think I can win the lottery or something.”

Even after your laughter rises and dies away, you can’t help but think about what your friend said. Surely it’s impossible- Bucky would never so much as talk to you outside of class, let alone have a crush on you. But your friend wasn’t exactly lying. You had seen Bucky out of the corner of your eye, the way a smile lingered on his lips when he glanced over at you. That wasn’t just nothing, right? Honestly, this whole lab partners deal might be more pressing than you ever thought possible.

The only way to move on is to go through the next day, and the next. After that, however, you have biology again, and that means finding your place next to Bucky Barnes and pretending like your heart rate isn’t skyrocketing the second he smiles up at you, saying he’s glad to see you again. Your friend keeps stealing glances your way, eyes wide and thumbs raised in an expression of impressed awe.

As it turns out, your friend isn’t the only one to see something between you and Bucky. You make your way out of the bio room, unable to hide a smile, although your happy outlook disappears the second somebody blocks your path across campus. This somebody just happens to be Mandy Fleming, bottle blonde junior who thinks she owns the school, and her entourage of preening followers.

Mandy folds her arms over her chest, considering you. Her lip purses. Evidently she finds something lacking. “You know, I don’t think we’ve had a proper conversation in a while. We need to make a few things clear.” You force a smile, trying to step around her. “Can we do it later? I have places to be.” Mandy curls her lip. “I don’t wait. This can’t wait. See, you’ve developed the unfortunate habit of spending too much time around Bucky Barnes.”

You raise an eyebrow. “We’re lab partners. What, you want me to ignore him?” Mandy’s eyes narrow. “That would be preferable. Next class, you’re going to go up to the professor and tell him you want to switch partners. Make something up about wanting to be closer to the board or something, I’m sure he’ll believe it.” You can barely listen to her. “And why would I do that?” Mandy takes a step closer. “Bucky is mine, not yours. I’m going to need you to back off.”

You stare at her. “You want me to switch lab partners all because a boy you’re not even dating is sitting next to me?” Mandy’s head rears back. You’ve obviously struck a nerve. “Listen here, honey. This isn’t an issue about me, it’s an issue about you. What, did you really think Bucky would ever even give you the time of day? You’re a nobody, a nothing, somebody not even worth a fraction of his time. Honestly, I’m doing him a favor by getting rid of you. He doesn’t want to see you, not for a second.”

With every word, you can feel your confidence plummeting. Mandy notices this, a smirk burning even deeper into her lips. Sometimes, you swear she can smell fear just like an animal. “You’re worried because you know I’m right. You’re pathetic, really, and Bucky Barnes wants nothing to do with you.” Just as you feel like you want to go back to your dorm room and never see the light of day again, a voice rings out from behind you. It’s a voice you recognize instantly, and one that Mandy does too, as she shrinks back the second she hears it.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.” Bucky steps forward, taking a place next to you. Mandy forces a smile. “I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about. Y/N and I are just having a little chat about homework. We had homework, right, a textbook reading and-” Bucky cuts her off coolly. “I heard every word. If you think I’d want to choose you over her, you’re wrong. She’s a hundred times the girl you’ll ever be.”

Mandy stammers, fishing around for words but coming up with nothing. It’s almost cathartic to watch. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Y/N and I have somewhere to be. And if I hear you trying to talk to her like that again, believe me when I say that this won’t be the worst I’ll say to you.” Bucky offers you a hand like a proper gentleman, and you take it, letting him steer you away from Mandy and her followers, who are still gaping at your backs.

The second you’re out of earshot, Bucky turns to you, apologies and regret written all over his face. “I’m so sorry about that. It’s all my fault- she’s been trying to flirt with me all semester, and I finally gave up and rejected her, and now she’s taking it out on you. I wish none of this ever happened.” You manage to force a smile. “Trust me, it’s fine.”

Bucky looks at you, concern still lingering in his eyes. “Are you sure? I can talk to them again if you think they’ll bother you.” You laugh at that. “Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly alright.” Bucky smiles at that. “Well, if you are perfectly alright, I was wondering if you were busy this Saturday. I saw this new park that opened, and it looked really interesting, but if you’re busy or something we can totally do something else, or nothing at all, whatever you-”

You cut him off, unable to hide a smile at his rambling. “I think that sounds excellent. I’ll see you there?” Bucky’s face lights up. “I’ll see you there.” He gathers his courage one last time, then leans forward to kiss you. He flashes you one last perfect smile before disappearing around the corner, leaving you with a smile and the memory of his lips on yours. When you look up, you see scores of jealous girls staring at you, but for once, the attention doesn’t bother you. Why should it? You have Bucky at last, and he doesn’t want anyone but you.

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sallyf4ce · 4 years ago

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wolves

chapter IV

-> sally face x f!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, violence, homophobia

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) and travis make up (ish), (y/n) gets hurt again (you really shouldn’t be surprised), larry gets a little moody (i don’t think he likes (y/n) very much), sal makes a move on (y/n) (although he doesn’t know he did)

“You’re (y/n), right? New kid?” Travis looks at you as you press the wet cloth to your nose. You nod.

“How’d you know?”

“Sal said it. he muttered. The disgusted look on his face was proven a facade by the blush on his cheeks.

“You’re in love, buddy.” you laugh.

“No i’m fucking not! You’re so fucking stupid, what the fuck? Who could love a faggot like Sally f-” you cut him off my shoving his head into the wall roughly. You don’t know what came over you, but being homophobic is still homophobic even if you’re in denial. You convinced yourself that it wasn’t about sally, it was just you being an ally. Way to kill the mood, travis.

“You pull that shit one more time and I'll leave you without teeth, blondie. Or would you rather i tell your dad that you hit girls?”

He squirms underneath your palm. “Sorry.” he looks at you with a pleading face.

You sigh and let him go. “S’fine. You need to learn how to control your anger, though, fuckface. You’re not gonna get anywhere with that attitude.” stuffing the bloody towel in your bag, you lead him out the door.

“I hate you.” Travis scoffs.

“What did i say?”

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“Larry, she’s already closer to travis than she is to us and they just met. Travis is a full-on dick, and they’re being all friendly! I didnt even know that was possible!” Sal chucks his bag in his locker. He hasn’t known you for long, but longer than travis! Plus he’s way nicer, too! Why’d you have to go and get all friendly with his bully?

“I don’t fucking like it either, sally face. Maybe we should just stay away from them.” Larry crossed his arms and leaned against the lockers.

Sal didn’t want to stay away from you, though. You were sweet, he was sure, just a little distant. Plus you just sort of intrigued him. He wanted to know why you were like this, what happened to you, why you had a prosthetic. Maybe it was hypocritical of him, though. He's only told Larry and Ashley about what happened to him, so he shouldn’t be picking at your trauma. you’ll tell him when you feel comfortable with it, but you’d need to be comfortable with him for that. and right now, it seems like you’re pretty comfortable with his bully.

“let’s go, dude. class starts in 5.”

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After grabbing your schedule with Travis, you set your stuff in your new locker (which smelled pretty good, surprisingly.) and began walking to your first class, math. Travis laughed at you when you read your schedule outloud and you gave him a whack on the head. What an idiot. He headed off to his first class, english.

you opened the door to the classroom and coughed to get the attention of the teacher, Mrs. Packerton.

“Ah, lovely! Class, say hi to (y/n) (l/n)!” she smiles as you awkwardly wave.

“You’ll be sitting in the back, right beside Sal.” an inaudible groan leaves your cracked lips as you make your way towards him, trying not to make eye contact.

“uh, here.” he moves over. you plop yourself down next to him and open your notebook.

“we’re doing a test right now. i’m pretty sure you won’t have to do it, since it’s your first day and all.” his blue hair bounces as he looks over to you again. it looks fluffy.

“you wanna touch it?” he chuckles. you don’t want to come off creepy, but he’s offering, right?

you reach out your prosthetic hand but quickly pull it back and switch it, realizing you can’t actually feel with it. he chuckles at your mistake and leans in to your touch.

you were right. it felt like clouds, puffy but still silky. it wasn’t combed properly, though.

“Mr. Fisher and Mrs. (L/n), you little lovebirds. hands to yourselves, please.” Mrs. Packerton laughs a little. “Ah, young love.”

you quickly pull your hand back and flush.

“stupid old lady.” you mutter.

“Mrs. P’s nice, she’s just a little… enamoured in her students’ love lives.” sal laughs.

“stop, you’re making her sound like a pedophile!” you cover your mouth to suppress your laugh and sal’s face heats up even more. He made you laugh!

You both quieted down as Sal continued his test and you doodled in your sketchbook.

“are you okay? after travis, you know.” he hummed, a mix of concern and jealousy swirling in his eyes.

“uh, yeah. i’m fine.”

“You sure? Your lips look pretty busted.”

“It’s all good.”

“why do you hang out with him, anyway?” he turned his test upside down and faced you again.

“what do you mean?” you’re confused.

“he hit you in the face first thing in the morning. If i was you, i wouldn't really like him.” sal gripped his pencil.

“are you jealous?” you question, a smirk on your face.

“No.” his expression is hidden behind his mask. you look into his eyes, trying to make him blush.

the blue is a different blue than the one you saw yesterday. it’s lighter, almost like a porcelain blue.

“whatever you say, porcelain face.”

“porcelain face?”

“your mask, and your eyes, i guess. they’re like a porcelain doll’s.”

he hums.

“what are you then? metal hand? cyborg? fist of steel?”

“you forgot iron fist.”

“iron fist?”

“sure.” you grin. sal’s heart flutters again.

“Alright children, please hand in your tests and nicely file out the class. The bell will ring any moment.” Mrs. Packerton smiles sweetly and starts collecting tests. You grab your bag and leave the class.

Sal looked around the room for a bit, looking for you. A flash of (h/c) hair leaving the room catches his eyes. He tries running after you, but you’re already heading towards your next class.

•Lunch time•

“Shut the fuck up, Trav. I said she was stupid, not stupid hot. I don't know where you got hot from! I literally never said it.” You shoved his shoulder. He just snickered and continued teasing you.

“Hey, (y/n)! Come have lunch with us!” Sal saw you walking with travis. He waved you over from the cafeteria. Travis immediately stopped laughing and sneered. He quickly began walking over to sal, raising his fist.

“Leave us alone, fucking fag-” travis swung at sal but you stepped in front of them, raising your arm to cover sal’s face since he was taller.

Travis throws punches like a wrestler, You already knew that. Maybe you shouldn't have used your real hand to catch it.

His fist slammed into your forearm roughly and you flinched.

“Fuck- travis, go cool off. Now. Leave.” you hold onto your arm. It stings, but it's not broken. You’ll be fine.

“You’re all a bunch of-” he stops mid sentence as you give him a glare. It sort of said ‘you’re gay too, dumbass.’ he scrunched his eyebrows and walked off.

“Oh my fucking god!” a girl with brown hair ran over to you and lightly grabbed your arm.

“This her, sal? Are you (Y/n)?” she looked at you. She seemed very sweet. Kind of reminded you of your cousin.

“Uh- yeah- can you let go?”

She smiles in apology and lets go.

“You didn't have to do that, (y/n).” sal scratches the back of his head. You’ve gotten hurt twice because of him. How are you supposed to be friends if the only thing sal does is hurt you?

“I think maple might have an ice pack in her lunch. Can you come sit with us?” He hopes you say yes.

“Yeah, okay.” you needed the ice pack and travis was nowhere to be seen, so you didn’t really have a choice.

“Hey, (y/n).” Larry grumbles as you walk to their table. It seems he’s upset with you.

“I just saved your buddy from travis. Not to your liking or something?” you look up to him. If something’s wrong, he should just fucking say it. Not beat around the bush like a pussy.

“Yeah. you and travis seem to be getting along well.” he finally makes eye contact with you. Sal and the girl seem uncomfortable.

“We all got our issues, asshole. Some of us just know how to deal with them better than others.” You sneer. He’s allowed not to like Travis, but he’s not allowed to be a bitch to you because you actually understand his actions and choose to help him instead of ignoring him.

“Whatever.” he spits. You turn to sal.

“I’ll get my own ice.” you begin walking away. “Also, watch your dog.” you hear sal chuckle as larry groans. He walks up to you before you can leave, Larry throwing his arms up in the air in disbelief.

“Hey, uh, (y/n)? I’m sorry you got hurt. Could- could i make it up to you somehow?” his hand is on yours. It’s warm, he’s probably blushing hard under his mask.

“Sure, sally. How would you do that?” you spin around to face him. You can see his mask rise a little and his smile peaks through.

“Do you have a phone?” he pulls his cell out. It’s just a simple black flip-phone with a few paint splatters.

“I do, it’s in my locker. I dont have my number memorized, though. Stupid area codes.” you mumble. “You wanna come get it with me?”

Sal looks back to his friends. Ash is nodding frantically while Larry twirls a cigarette through his fingers, still mad.

“Alright.”

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ijustloveobeymeok · 4 years ago

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Brothers react to drunk MC

Lucifer

Did not expect a normal demonus drink to get you this wasted

He wouldn't have even thought of giving you some if he had known this would happen

Now he's stuck dealing with your emotional mess

"L-Lucifer I *sob* I'm hungryyyyy"

"Then eat Love, do you want a biscuit?" "But *sob* I- I can't, bec- *hic* because I'm cryinggggg"

"THEN STOP CRYING"

Give this man a break he's trying his best

Mammon

He brought alcohol from the human world and was quite excited to drink with you

Unfortunately, his alcohol tolerance was 10x higher than yours

Even more un fortunate, you were a flirt that put Asmo to shame when drunk

"It's a bit hot in here right My great Mammon?" "y-yeah but why are ya unbuttoning my shirt!?"

"Stop touching my thighs!" "But i want you Mammon~"

He can't, he'll give in immediately

Prefers sober sex tho

Leviathan

Like Lucifer, he didn't think normal demon juice could get you drunk

"Hihihihi *hic* le-vi-a-chan!"

You're just giggling and poking his cheeks while saying bad jokes

And it's driving him insane

Refuses to make eye contact with you

"Levia-chan! What *hic*what do you call a-"

At one point you had wrapped yourself around him giggling to your jokes

Lord give him mercy and alcohol to deal with this

Satan

None of you were fans of drinking, but perhaps this once

It wad supposed to be a calming drinking session

And yet,

Satan sat there, drink forgotten

Watching you talk rushed, waving your hands around animatedly

Listening to your essay of an speech as to why you love him

"MC-" "Let's not talk about your dedication! Whether it's for you to find a new spell, or to prank Lucifer you always-" "Darli-" "OH AND YOUR EYES AND THE WAY THEY SPARKLE WHEN THE SUN HITS THEM I-"

He hasn't blushed this much in eons

Will kiss you, whispering how much he loves you too

Will ask if everything you said was true the next morning

Asmodeus

"MC sweetie you ok?"

He thought a drinking session would be fun

Now he's watching you mumble to yourself, hugging your knees

"I'm a failure Asmo, i can't even pass a maths test" "MC you got 98%"

"Why am I even here? Why do I not remember any teacher in this school? Why are you guys still in school you're so old-"

Will probably put you to sleep to help you out of your crisis

Will pay extra attention to you after that

Beelzebub

"WHY THE FLAKES IS THIS CARPET SO SMOOTH FOR?"

"i-I'm... Sorry?"

Beel was too excited to share some devcohol cakes with you he forgot about your fragile human tolerance level.

Now he's watching his usually gentle lover stomp around screaming in frustration

"AND WHY IS THIS CHAIR ROCKING?" "It's a rocking chair MC"

Makes sure you don't break anything

"YOU'RE AMAZING BEEL, AND I WILL PUNCH ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE I PROMISE TO-" "Thank you MC I will protect you too"

He's happy that you too have a louder side to you

Knows he's going to be flooded with apologies the next day

Belphegor

Gave you devcohol as a joke

You seem to turn red every time you glance at him and it's extremely amusing

"are you blushing?" "what!? No! I-"

"hmmm?" he crawls towards you, sleep half forgotten

Only flusters you more

"pu- put your h-ha-hand away!" "and if i don't"

Chuckles as you combuts before devouring you

Loves seeing someone who's usually so confident become so submissive

Makes you a blushing mess

Makes him a little sadistic too

Will definitely get you drunk again

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milkacchan · 4 years ago

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Request for anon: Hey! Can you please write about Aizawa having a favorite American exchange student? And if you’ve already written that can you link it?

• He see's that you're also really fucking tired

• and he loves it

• First things first one of his favorite things to do is watch your facial expressions when someone says some dumb shit bc its literally his internal dialog

• and he knows DAMN WELL you can control your expression

• you just don't care too

• an obvious difference in culture

• western culture tends to be a lot less strict and tense than eastern

• and he likes to see you act in it

• Bakugou says something dumb? The look of pure disgust on his face literally has him leaving the room in fits of laughter

• Denki answers in class? Something really really stupid? The little head drop to the desk has him giggling

• Midoriya goes on some pointless rant? The expression that follows isn't one he can quite describe but it has him REELING

• He loves it, two days in you already have a rep for 'acting like an American'

• because you really haven't completely settled into culture in Japan

• which he'll totally help you with

• Anyway you eat lunch in his class

• Bc like Mic, he's just one of those teachers that lonely kids gravitate to

• You sit quietly in the corner for a few days

• and everyday he asks how you're doing and adjusting

• There's a drastic difference in how you treat him and the students

• He gets a lot more respect, polite smiles and nods of the head

• "I'm doing well- I still haven't really settled in though," you laugh sheepishly. "Haven't really made friends yet."

"Oh you'll get there, I'm sure,"

"Hope so,"

• He'll definitely shit talk other students with you

• He might not give out their actual name, but you have enough common sense to know who its PROBABLY about

• Your native language is English.

• his native language is Japanese.

• This can be problematic

• Because you'll be sitting in class and he'll be going over something and you'll be like ????

• just completely lost

• sir??? Sir what the fuck are you saying???

• equivalent of 'aye partipradact?? Aye partipiridact skarvern.'

• Because even though you studied Japanese (you kinda had to) being thrust into the country, culture, and language was a lot different than learning it in a classroom.

• lowkey really stressful

• so on days like that, you'll avoid looking around like a lost puppy and just pretend you're taking notes

• he knows tho

• he always fuckin knows

• so tutoring is a big thing

• thats partially what draws y'all closer

• you're in there 3 out of 5 days of the week after school (during lunch too) getting help for what you don't understand

• He'll absolutely have you help grade tests though

• Its great, you know all their secrets

• Denki's a lot smarter than he makes himself out to be, even though he's not making hundreds on the tests, he does really well on the free response parts

• You can usually tell you studied and who didn't tho

• great ammo tho

• For roasts n shit

• "Watch were you look, grape boy, I'm in charge of your test grades."

"Ha! Got em."

"You too,"

• Hizashi takes care of the literature part of tutoring (he also speaks English, he can clarify in a way you understand) and Aizawa takes care of math and history

• He has learned that math is your least favorite and your brain kinda shuts down when math is shown

• You and History vibe though, you love learning about it, just the language barrier can make it confusing sometimes

• This definitely leads to a lot more opening up

• Because well fuck, you're alone in another country, and you're teacher is really the only thing giving you security.

• So he learns a lot about you and about your country

• He'll definitely try to learn a little more English to help you out when he can

• He speaks a little bit, like if he was stranded in America he knows enough to survive with a tiny bit of small talk

• And he can understand more than he can speak

• Thats partially due to his own endeavors but also, hanging around Mic (who speaks fluent english) gets to him too

• He likes hearing about America

• Will dead ads listen to you ramble for as long as you want about it

• he likes the light in your eyes when you tell him about places you'd hang out at or your friends or secret spots

• knowing Aizawa means you know Shinsou

• extra training w them???

• yes.

• Shinsou becoming basically a brother??

• Yes

• Also becoming very close with Hizashi???

• lmao fuck ya

• #deadass family time

• Yall will literally go to lunch like its no big deal

• You and Shinsou falling asleep on each other's shoulder during movie day

• You're still gonna get heavy workload and strict parameters

• bc he wants you to succeed

• though if you need a mental day or it needs to be a little slower bc you're having trouble grasping the concept he's got you covered

• Ngl he gets pretty bummed out when you have to go back

• He's not gonna tell you that straight up tho

• Tho you have his number and he sends you off with a fuckin care package

• and he thinks that the last time he's gonna see you

• ever

• :(

• BUT SIKE

• YOU GET REAPPROVED TO GO BACK

• so you're only gone for like 2 months before you're back

• BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW THIS

• So there he is

• Sitting in his classroom earlier than usual

• Just making sure everything is set up right

• And you open the door quietly with a grin

"Hey old man,"

His eyes widened for a split second before he scowls, one with not true malice behind it, "I just can't get rid of you, can I?"

"Nope." Your grin widens. "You missed me though, don't lie."

"Hold on, why are you here?"

"I got reapproved to spend my second year here."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Nope, it was a surprise. Wasn't hard to do though "

"I gave you that care package for nothing."

"No, I definitely ate all the food on it while I was on the plane."

"Whatever," he shook his head with a small smile. "Help me set up."

"Sir yes sir."

• and so he can survive another year because you're there to keep him sane

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