#took a day off school and then did more schoolwork than I do at actual school while coughing like hell

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

me, fully conscious of the fact I am overworking myself while literally sick: haha, jon sims moment

[idontplaytrack]

Pinky promise

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, angst w/ fluffy ending, crying, temper tantrums

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

You were lucky you didn’t have to deal with this until today. Maybe not lucky, maybe you’ve done a pretty good job forcing yourself to believe that you could keep it together every time. Today, you’ve finally reached your breaking point. After unintentionally slipping into regression in one of your last few classes of the day, you couldn’t pay attention. As a result, your teacher was very unhappy about it and asked to talk to you after class had ended.

You asked for permission to use the bathroom, and took your phone with you.

‘Will be late.’ You sent a voice note to Jos, ‘Need to talk to Wade.’

‘I’ll meet you there, baby.’ She replied, knowing that something had happened since you never sent her voice notes usually. You’d typically only do this when regressed for easier communication— she’d re-taught you how to do that while you were regressed so you knew what to do if you needed her. This was also one of the ways to let her know you were regressed.

When the final bell of the day went off, students filtered out from the classroom. You sat at your desk waiting for most of them to be outside already before you walked up to the front of the room where Mrs. Wade sat. You were clutching onto the strap of your backpack for dear life, ridiculously anxious and feeling like you could cry any moment.

The door creaked open, Jos’ head poked in the door, “Hi, I’m here for y/n.”

“I only asked to talk to her.”

“I’m aware, Mrs. Wade. But I think it’d be better if I’m present.”

Wade’s brows were raised, confused, but she allowed it. “y/n, I need to know why you’ve been becoming less and less attentive and participative in my classes lately. At first I thought it was just a long day, but it’s becoming more frequent, I can’t keep excusing that.”

Jos could tell the teacher was more concerned than angry, but you were already overwhelmed and also struggling to understand the question.

“‘M sorry, I don’t mean to do that.” You managed.

“Is everything okay at home? Because I’ve been hearing very similar things from your other teachers. Or are kids here bullying you?”

You felt that lump in your throat, and tears were brimming in your eyes. Jos stepped forward, “Um, have you been notified by the school about her age regression?”

The teacher looked surprised. “I— have not. Is that what this is? She has documents with the school, does she not? I’m so sorry, I wasn’t aware.”

“Just yesterday, our math teacher called her stupid in front of the class because of this. Obviously that did not go well. You’ve actually been the most calm teacher of hers I’ve seen when it’s been brought up.”

“So…the school’s been giving her, and you, problems?” Wade’s gaze softens watching you fiddling with the strap of your backpack and picking at the skin of your thumb.

“Well, the school knows. It’s more so the teachers that add onto the problem.” Jos answered, grabbing ahold of your hand so you would stop.

“I want to make sure my students feel safe here. They may need to be here to study but I don’t want to just be here to teach. What can I do?”

“If it happens in your class, she’ll likely asked to be excused so she can use the bathroom. Because she needs to inform me, I’m her caregiver. She isn’t too independent when in the headspace. Neither does she have the ability to be doing schoolwork of this level. So, I usually sign her out and take her home until it passes. I catch her up on any missed schoolwork and assignments, though, of course.”

“You’ve talked to her other teachers before, you said?”

Jos nodded.

“I’ll talk to them again for you about it. It’s not right if they make things worse for her by reprimanding her or, worse, humiliating her in front of other students. When she’s in my class, don’t worry about it— I’ll let her do what she has to do to reach you. She isn’t the first student of mine who deals with this so I made sure I went to learn more about it.”

“Alright.” Jos nods, giving the older woman a tight-lipped smile, “We’d really appreciate that, thank you.”

Wade smiled in understanding, “I’ll let you girls get on your way. Bye-bye.” With that, Jos took you by the hand and left the classroom. She wanted to take a left and go for the exit, but you yanked her to the right— towards the bathroom. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You sprinted for the bathroom and before she could even process what was happening, you were throwing up into the toilet. Fuck. Were you unwell or was this because of the sheer anxiety you felt when Wade singled you out to ask to talk to you?

————

It was from the anxiety. Jos made sure you were okay and not sick before she allowed you to do whatever you wanted to do— no fever or signs of infection whatsoever. ”You feel better?”

You nodded wordlessly, still picking at the broken skin on your thumb. “Hey.” She coaxed, “Let go of that, cariño.”

You bit your lip, annoyed by that request. “Baby, it’s gonna hurt if you keep doing that.” Jos continued. You huffed, scurrying to the middle of her bed and wrapping yourself under the covers. Stubborn, that’s what you were. She was too, and honestly she found it amusing. “You’re gonna ignore me, aren’t you?”

“No.” You pouted while facing away from her. She sat down on the floor on that side of the bed just to talk to you. “Nap time?”

You shook your head. “Okay.” She replied. “What do you wanna do?” Jos asks, stroking your cheek. “Nothing.” You said back with a soft sigh.

“Alright.” Jos smiled softly at you, “Do you want anything? A snack? Juice?”

“No.” You answered shakily.

“Hey, you’re safe with me, sweetheart.” She brushes a fallen tear away. “You’re safe with me.”

You could only manage a nod as you swallowed the tears. Your emotions were still running pretty high, but you were doing better now that you were in way more familiar environment. You didn’t want to cry anymore, you were tired of that.

“Snuggles?” She suggested. You agreed, nodding your head, lips tugging into a little smile.

Jos climbed into bed with you, settling herself right next to you. “Hi.” She chuckles, brushing the stray hairs out of your eyes. You slowly snuggled up against her, face smushed up against her chest. Sniffling, you allowed yourself to start relaxing at last, your pointer finger tracing the ribbed pattern on her top mindlessly. Your eyes…followed your hand as it moved along on the fabric.

“My tummy hurts.” You muttered.

“Worse? Or a little better than just now, baby?”

“Better.” You told her, “But owie.”

She shushed you, rubbing your back, “I know, I know, baby. It’ll be okay in awhile, alright?”

“I don’t like itttt.” You wailed.

“I know, love. I hear you, I’m sorry.” She continues, “You wanna go do some drawing or colouring instead so you’re—”

“Okay.” You agreed tearfully. Giving you one final hug and a soft kiss on the head, she unwraps her arms from around you and stretched out her hand for you to grab. Now that you were sat up, she hands you a colouring book, a drawing block and crayons. She let you choose, she was just happy to be there and keep you company. Jos was pretty adamant to calm you down, knowing that you had The Power too and if you were too agitated, it could accidentally be triggered and you might hurt yourself.

You poured out all the crayons and grabbed the black crayon, hastily scribbling a mess on the first sheet of paper in the drawing block. Jos was initially slightly taken but let you safely release those feelings nonetheless. You needed it and that was clear— so clear. You’ve never done this before, you were usually pretty easy to calm down. Today was an exception. Of course, Jos was worried. So worried. She couldn’t think of what could’ve possibly triggered you to regress at school. And this much. You could barely form sentences.

While you were occupied with a task, Jos could typically leave for a minute to grab something to drink or a snack. But now, you were sobbing and practically screaming bloody murder. The drawing block and crayons were scattered all across her carpeted floor. She froze in her tracks, inhaling sharply as she processed everything in her head. Jos was clueless. But she knew you felt terrible for doing that, you were avoiding eye contact with her for dear life and trying to stop yourself from crying.

“Hey.” She inched closer to you.

“…’m sorry.” You blubbered, sniffling as the snot dripped from your nose.

Jos wished you weren’t crying. This sight was breaking her heart.

“That’s okay, you’re having some big feelings and you need to get them out, right?” Jos collected herself, sitting down on the floor again then pulling you down onto her lap. “You’re safe with me, little one.” She hands you the drawing block again, along with some crayons. “It’s okay, go ahead, baby.”

Jos places it in your lap as her hand holds onto a corner of it. You gingerly took a crayon from her and started to just colour random strokes on it, switching out the colours whenever you felt like it.

————

“Should we get something to eat, cariño?”

You licked your lips and shook your head, eyes purposely focused on the paper intentionally. “Mommy says…” You broke the silence, her ears perked up, “I should eat less.” Each word, you struggled to get them out as you recalled them.

Her hand was balled up into a fist thanks to the anger that rapidly spread throughout her body, accidentally zapping herself with The Power. She flinched and bit her lip. Oh, great. It was your Mom’s doing— again.

“Did you eat lunch?” Jos asked quietly. You shook your head, trying to ignore her.

She wanted to sigh, she was frustrated but not with you. She’d never be frustrated with you. “Baby, what’d I tell you?”

“She says I can’t—” You hiccuped, “I just wanted ice cream after dinner.” The crayon rolls out of your hand, Jos put down the drawing block on the floor, wrapping her arms around you from behind as her chin rested on your shoulder.

No wonder you were feeling so terrible— you were hungry.

As she helped you up from the floor, you heard her family get home. “You wanna come downstairs with me so we can make a quick bite to eat?”

“No.” You mumbled.

“That’s fine, let me put on a cartoon for you, hm? You wanna watching something while you wait for me to come back up? I’ll just be a few minutes.”

“Okay.” You agreed, she handed you your favourite stuffed animal to snuggle with in the meantime, only briefly leaving the room after putting on your favourite cartoon for you on her laptop.

“Jos, you’re home.” Rob noticed, setting down his glass of water as he watched the pot on the stove.

“Yeah, I’ve been home all afternoon. y/n’s up in my room and she’ll be staying the night.”

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, she is of course more than welcome to join us.”

Jos took a peek at the dinner and decided it wasn’t for you. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I don’t think that will be suitable for y/n tonight.”

“Why would I take that the wrong way? As long as she’s not starving herself, she can eat whatever she wants.”

Jos froze when she heard those words, holding onto a baking tray and a bag of chicken tenders from the freezer.

“What?” Margot appeared out of nowhere— seemingly. “Is y/n okay?”

“Not really, no. Things are getting bad for her again, I think.” Jos admitted.

“Let her stay here. Do not let her go back home.” Margot says. Her parents saw you at your lowest, and have been extra protective of you. You had a second home here…a way better one. “How’s she doing today?” Margot chimed in again.

“Uh, she’s regressed.” Jos revealed. They already knew you used it as a coping mechanism. And they’ve been nothing short of supportive. “In my room, finally got her to calm down and found out just why it was particularly bad today.”

Rob looked at her, curious. “She was regressed in school. Wade talked to her because she naturally couldn’t pay attention and luckily I was there, though she was really understanding about it and said she’d talk to her teachers again for me. The anxiety from the conversation got so intense that she threw up, and she’d been in a bad mood for the last few hours. Eventually, she let slip that her mom said she should eat less. And when I asked, she hadn’t eaten much or maybe even anything today.”

“What?” Her parents exclaimed in sync.

Jos carried on with her task, “I know, I’m furious. Okay, anyway, I promised her I’ll be right back in like, a few minutes so is it okay if we talk about this later after I get her down for bed?”

“Sure, honey. Of course.” Margot agreed quickly. “I’ll bring the food up when it’s done. Don’t worry about it.”

Before heading back to her room, Jos grabs you a mini bag of pretzels from the pantry and a cup of milk. When she entered, you were laying on your stomach on her bed, watching cartoons like she saw you before. “Hi, baby. Here is some milk in your favourite sippy cup and a little snack. I made you some chicken tenders, okay? We’ll eat together later when it’s done?”

“Okay.” You sniffled, nodding.

“Alright.” She smiled, sitting down next to you and helping you open the snack packaging.

“Thank you.” You grinned, doing grabby hands before you got ahold of the little foil bag. Jos chuckled, “You’re welcome.” Bending down to kiss you on the head. At least you were eating something— food is food. It counts.

Jos laid down next to you, focusing her attention on the screen in front of her, and occasionally glancing at you. Things finally felt peaceful, Jos lets out a quiet sigh of relief as she felt your head leaning on her shoulder while you munched on the snack and drank your milk.

A little while later, Margot came in with a tray— Jos’ dinner and yours. “Thanks, Mom.” You heard, but didn’t look away from the laptop screen.

“Say thank you.” Jos nudged gently.

“It’s okay, honey. Just enjoy your dinner and the cartoons.” Margot interjected. While Jos had the garlic chicken and rice that her dad had made, you dug into your plate of chicken tenders — with a side of rice that either Margot or Rob decided to throw in, should you feel like having that too. Look, it didn’t have all the food groups or anything, but at a time like this one, they just want you to be fed. They didn’t want you to go hungry, unlike your own family.

“D’you want me to feed you?” Jos grabbed her spoon and ate a spoonful. You only shook your head, grabbed your spoon as well and scooped some rice into your mouth.

“Alright, baby.” Jos smiled, relieved. Silence fell between you two once again, allowing you to immerse yourself in the cartoons while you ate so you weren’t thinking about food, or whatever nasty things people remarked about.

Jos finished her dinner first while you took your time. She could only hope you weren’t hesitating, but she also didn’t want you to stuff yourself if you were already full. You didn’t say anything but once you were done with eating, you clambered back up to a corner of her bed so she took that as a cue to clear the dishes. “I’ll be right back.” She reminded before she took the tray and left. You just sat there, head rolled back against the headboard snuggling with your favourite stuffed animal— at least your mind was no longer racing.

“I’m back.” Jos announced quietly as she swiftly walked over to her side of the bed and climbed under the covers with you. Instinctively, you put your head in her lap and she began to run her hand through your hair.

“I know today’s been difficult, baby. A lot of big feelings…but I promise tomorrow will be better, okay?”

With your lips pouted, you held up your hand, pinky stuck out, “Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” Jos nodded, hooking her pinky with you. “Oh, hey— you wanna see something cool?”

You nodded your head excitedly. She held her two hands above your face, close together but leaving a gap between her fingers on both hands. A little spark showed up, “You see that?”

Your mouth hung slightly open as you gave her another nod. “That is a superpower that protects us from the bad guys.” Jos chuckles, showing it to you again.

“That’s cool.” You replied quietly.

“It is, isn’t it?” She says, putting her hands down. “Want me to teach you in the morning?”

“Yeah.” You laughed.

Jos smiled down at you endearingly, “I will. Let’s just rest tonight, hm? Then we can go out tomorrow? You wanna go to the movies tomorrow?”

Your eyes lit up in excitement.

“Yeah you do.” Jos lets out a breathy laugh, stroking your hair, “Okay— you wanna finish this cartoon before we get ready for bed?”

“Okay.” You agreed, “I want to.”

“Alright, cariño.” She patted your head, you turned onto your side to continue watching the cartoon, wherever it was left off. “Just the one then we’re gonna brush our teeth, okay?”

“Promise.” You said back, she feels you nodding your head.

“Pinky promise?” She asked playfully.

You answered, reaching back so she could hook her pinky with yours, “Pinky promise.”

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💭A/N:

This was going to be posted on my other blog but it became angst so…😬

[another-whump-sideblog]

Hiya, how are you doing today?

1. "it's just a fucking [object of phobia/irrational fear], stop being so childish."l

2. caretaker has their own issues so whumpee's sometimes get swept under the rug

For the bad caretaker prompts, please and thank you!

Hi! My day’s been decent enough. I didn’t actually reblog the bad caretaker prompt list (you probably meant to send this to someone else lol), but I’ll do this anyway cause it’s fun and I always want prompts!

Caretaker has not slept in three days.

This, unfortunately, is not the first time, and it won't be the last. But it is the first time they've gotten this sleep-deprived since letting Whumpee move in.

Normally when things get this bad, Caretaker handles it on their own. They like handling it on their own, someone else helping just means needing to worry about making sure they feel like they're helpful on top of everything else. And they would be able to handle it on their own, if Whumpee could leave them alone for two goddamn seconds-

They had been getting a handle on managing full-time work and full-time school and their health and keeping their apartment clean and maintaining social connections and- that's it right? Yeah. They were getting a handle on it, they had a schedule that worked, they were fine, and then their sibling called them crying and begging for a place to stay after years of radio silence (they ghosted Caretaker, their own sibling, with no explanation whatsoever, who does that?) and how could they say no without feeling like a monster? They couldn't. So their schedule is all messed up, and sleep is always first on the chopping block when they need more time.

Something happened to Whumpee. Caretaker knows that. When they first picked up Whumpee they had to take them to the hospital instead of home like they planned because they were badly injured (which they should've mentioned in the phonecall). They have scars they didn't have before and they wake up screaming almost every night. And more than that, Caretaker sees how much quieter they are, how they sit statue still instead of fidgeting like they used to. Caretaker knows something happened, but it's really hard to care when they're freaking out over something like-

"It's just a fucking frying pan, stop being so childish! Why can't I even make some eggs without you freaking out?? Why does everything have to be about you!? I'm not going to hurt you! I've never hurt you! Stop treating me like I'm going to snap at any moment!"

Whumpee's pleading stops. They are so still and so quiet. Their eyes don't leave the frying pan.

Caretaker drops the frying pan and lets it clatter to the ground, making Whumpee flinch. "There are bigger problems in the world than fucking frying pans! I have a life, Whumpee! Fucking- stop it, I haven't done anything wrong!"

Whumpee's eyes are still on the fucking frying pan.

"Unbelievable. I've done so much for you, you don't get to treat me like some sort of monster!"

Whumpee stays still and silent and focused on the frying pan.

"Whatever. Come find me when you're ready to talk like an adult." Caretaker storms off to their room.

--

They wake up hours later. Fuck! They don't even remember going to sleep, and they're so behind on schoolwork-

But that'll have to wait. They groan into their pillow. Why did they say those things??

Whumpee isn't in the kitchen where Caretaker left them. Luckily, Caretaker knows their favorite hiding spots by now, and finds them huddled up in the coat closet.

Whumpee flinches when they open the door, then squeezes their eyes shut.

"Hey." Caretaker sits down next to them. "I'm not mad. I'm... sorry I flipped out earlier. Are you okay?"

Whumpee seems to think about their answer for a long time, then shrugs.

"It wasn't okay for me to say any of that stuff. I didn't mean it, I'm just- I just took a nap and that's the first time I've slept in three days, and I have so much stress right now- but that's not an excuse. Just- it wasn't really because of you. It was because of those things. And me not... handling them properly. So I'm really sorry."

Whumpee doesn't say anything.

"I just... I can't do this, Whumpee. I can't. I can't handle my job and school and myself and the apartment and you. I want to help. I love you so much, Whumpee, but I can't do this. I can't give up my sleep to comfort you after nightmares, I can't- I'm not kicking you out. I just... I need you to find someone else to go to. When I can't be there."

Whumpee nods. "...okay." Their voice is still too quiet, nothing like how they used to sound. "I understand. I'm sorry."

"No, no, you don't have anything to apologize for. It's... fine for you to freak out over small things. You can do that. I was- I got defensive- I felt like you were blaming me. But you weren't, I don't think, you were just... feeling scared. So you can feel scared or feel anything and I'll make sure to remember you can be scared or sad or anything and it doesn't mean you're blaming me just by feeling it. I just... can't always comfort you when that happens. When you freak out over small things. I need you to be able to comfort yourself or have someone to call."

"I wasn't blaming you." Whumpee confirms. "It honestly... has nothing to do with you, usually."

Caretaker laughs. "Right. Nothing to do with me."

"It'll be easier when I'm healed more. I can't do work or school for you, but I can help keep the apartment tidy."

"...yeah. That would be nice." Caretaker really doesn't want Whumpee to help them clean- Whumpee always does it wrong- but now doesn't seem like a good time for that discussion.

The two of them are quiet for a while, but neither of them get up to leave. They just sit with each other, hidden away in a coat closet. It doesn't take long for Caretaker to fall back asleep, and for Whumpee to drape some coats over them in a makeshift blanket.

[hopelessbluebird]

We’re living on Oda Sakunosuke character details:

Arc 1 - [yet to be named]

Adopted officially by fukuzawa at 13 with ranpo (14 at the time)

Extremely protective of his siblings (yosano, ranpo, atsushi, kunikida. [later dazai, junichiro, naomi, kenji and kyouka] )

actual menace

the current thorn in kunikida’s side

beats up child abusers and sexual assaulters for fun

cat person

knows a bit about medical stuff from listening to yosano figure stuff out/ramble about it

everyone’s favourite big brother (yes ranpo is older than him but shh)

currently looking for a way to infiltrate the port mafia

his mission is to save people before they thrive in the dark like he did

the biggest soft spot for kids

17-19 for this

Arc 2 - Port Mafia

has gradually collected children (kosuke, karma, Shinji & sakura, [im only having four of them bc yeah] )

thinks of Dazai as a lost black cat

has successfully infiltrated the PM

befriends ango and dazai in A2C2

has very little contact with the ADA since this is a solo mission, only really talks to them once a month if he’s lucky

misses his siblings a ton

nobody really suspects him

if they do they brush it off bc he’s a low rank and doesn’t seem to want to climb the ranks

has spoken to Ryunoske in passing

knows Chūya and Dazai are close, but doesn’t know how close

i actually can’t say anymore about arc2 without spoilers :(

Arc 3 - Welcome Home

recovering from events in arc2

helping Dazai and some others else adjust to the ADA

made Karma go to school, and has been tutoring Atsushi

less of a menace, but he is still one

he’s helping dazai recover from his pm days, and has seen the kid at his worst, but he doesn’t think of him any less for it

he’s still seen as a universal big brother

teases dazai from time to time

cut off contact with ango

Arc 4 - present-ish

has been tutoring kenji, and helping with the tanizaki’s schoolwork

took a liking to kyouka, and made sure she was safe and registered in school

remembers akutagawa, but doesn’t know what happened to him when he was under dazai’s “care”

made sure ranpo was okay during perfect crime

approves of poe, just not at first

helped kunikida through the cannibalism arc, but he did get triggered by it

keeps in touch with aya after, and offered her to stay with the ada if she wasn’t safe

RAHHHH I WANT TO SAY MORE BUT IVE ALREADY SPOILED TOO MUCHHHHH AUGHHHH

we’re living on - skip to chapter one as this link is for chapter 7

[kanerallels]

bessxhenry and i must know how you'd coffee shop them. (also have you written any other fic for them???)

Oh you have no idea how many different ideas I just cycled through before finally landing on this one I'm still not totally sold on it but I feel like I'm never totally happy with the M Sec stuff I write. I feel like I have a hard time getting Bess's voice right

But in answer to your question yes! I have! I wrote one Christmas drabble for them last year, and I have an unpublished fic about them and Stevie where I basically went "what if they interacted with one of my blorbos?" and didn't wait for an answer. Anyways, without further ado! My much longer than planned ficlet, beneath the cut

The clatter of pans in the background tugged Elizabeth’s attention away from the paper she was writing for what had to be the hundredth time, and she winced. Usually, this off the beaten track coffee shop was less busy at this time of day, leaving her in peace to finish her schoolwork.

But today, it was packed. Every table was full, and there was a long line stretching back from the counter. Things weren’t going to be getting any more peaceful any time soon.

Closing her laptop, she slid it into her bag. It was probably time to head back to her dorm room and see if she could get anything done there. The day had been enough of a loss already.

She grabbed her cup of coffee, which had long since gone cold, and moved to her feet. Elizabeth took one step towards the trash can— and immediately crashed into one of the other customers.

The coffee slipped from her hand, splashing across the front of the man’s shirt, and Elizabeth let out an involuntary gasp. “Oh my— I’m so sorry!”

Hastily, she grabbed some of the paper napkins from her table, apologizing as she did so. “I didn’t see you coming— it’s so crowded in here and loud and I was just leaving���”

“It’s okay,” the man assured her, offering her a smile as he accepted the napkins from her. Despite herself, Elizabeth found herself giving him a quick onceover. With dark hair and warm brown eyes that reflected his friendly smile, he was… definitely not unattractive. 

“It was my fault, anyways— I was distracted, wasn’t looking where I was going,” he continued apologetically. “The least I can do is buy you a new coffee.”

That made Elizabeth’s eyebrow shoot up. “I’m the one who dumped a drink all over you. If anything, I should be offering to buy your coffee.”

“Well, if you’re offering,” the man said with a half-grin. “But it’s not exactly good manners to tell someone to buy you a coffee. This gets the job done a lot better.”

Oh, so that’s what’s going on. Giving him a polite smile that, with any luck, communicated a polite disinterest, Elizabeth said, “I was actually just on my way out, I have some studying to do. I appreciate the offer, though.”

He accepted that with a nod. “Sure. You’re at UVA, too, right?”

“I am,” Elizabeth said, and the man smiled.

“Thought I recognized you. I’m Henry.”

“Elizabeth,” she said, casting a quick glance towards the door. Henry seemed to get the point.

“Maybe I’ll see you around, Elizabeth,” he said, giving her a final easy smile before joining the line for coffee. 

Despite her insistence that she had to leave, Elizabeth lingered just another second to watch him chat with the cashier, wearing that smile, warm as the sun. Interesting, she thought, and almost found herself hoping they did meet again.

However, it was unlikely— she had school to focus on, not a social life. And she wasn’t about to keep pining away for a boy she’d just met that day.

She headed for the door, and had almost made it to the door when she shot a last look over her shoulder. To her surprise, Henry met her eyes, and lifted his coffee towards her in a quick salute. Sending him a quick smile and a nod, Elizabeth pushed open the door. Focus, she scolded herself. She had work ahead of her that was bigger than some boy with a nice smile.

[ssj2hindudude]

Ok, I don't know if this counts as a Hot Take but...

I did not care for Sukhee (2023)

*Spoiler warning if you haven't seen it and want to*

Ok, before you hit me with the pitchforks and torches, hear me out. I'm all for female empowerment and I'll admit, the main protagonist's life sucked. She was a housewife with barely any time for herself anymore, her husband and daughter took her for granted, and she had to constantly appeal to a society that (as much as I love my fellow Indian peeps) were straight up insufferable. To make things worse, the only person understanding her situation died and she had to pick between a frick ton of backlash and her highschool reunion aka the one shot she had at reconnecting with her past.

But I still had some big problems with the plot:

It straight up ignored the fact that the husband was as much if not more overworked than she was and high-key blamed him for her situation. This man was working himself until he crashed on the bed KO'd not long after dinner. Man was stressed but the movie kept telling him to understand HER situation but not the other way around.

Their daughter wasn't treated much better. Girl had schoolwork, monitoring other students, and a bunch of extracurriculars over her head and the lesson she had to learn was STILL doing stuff by herself. This girl was 15 and she was as stressed and overworked as her parents.

I will never get over how little accountability this movie made her take for her actions. Imagine you just find out your wife posted her cringey high school days on social media, embarrassing everybody, and the next thing you see is the wife of the man you've been trying to make a deal with pulling a wrestling move on him because your wife told him to.

Imagine you work yourself to the bone trying to get a better life for your family and without explaining why it's important, your wife suddenly tells you she wants to go to what you only know is a party while everyone is struggling. And after you tell her no, the first thing she does is go anyway, leaving you and your kid on your own to suffer with her absence. And the next thing you hear is she is going around with some other guy, man was living every man's worst nightmare!

Imagine your mom runs off who knows where, your dad tells you she's not coming back, and after a day of kids making fun of you for it, this random kid you scolded while being a hall monitor tells you you're lucky because you have a mom. I'm sorry, is the lesson here that deadbeat moms should be excused because orphans exist?!?

And the friends make it worse because while they keep supporting her, they keep taking the blame off of her instead of telling her what she did wrong while telling her how to turn her life around. Hum Saath Saath Hain tried to warn us about friends like these but we weren't finna listen. I will not be convinced these women were not trying to get this woman divorced because this whole time they were clearly shipping her with somebody else. And when the daughter tells what she only knows is a deadbeat parent "I hate you" and she cries, they tell her that she's just a kid, she doesn't know what she talking about. Ma'am, this is the same kid you said was old enough to do things herself, is emotional expression not one of them?!?

And Sukhee is never taught to actually express what she's thinking. She never tells her husband why this reunion was so important to her, (in fact she tells him she wants a break from her boring life as though that wording wouldn't have instantly made her cry if the roles were reversed), and their "fight" was her telling him things that could've been easily avoided if they oh I don't know, took time to talk about!

And that ending was what did it for me. Instead of Sukhee taking accountability for running off and leaving her family like that, she gets praised for it by everyone including her husband and daughter. Clear something up for me, is the lesson that whenever women can't express their struggles that the first thing they should do is run away and worry everyone so they'll give her what she wants??? Cause that's the message I got from this.

Can you imagine how much backlash this movie would've gotten if the dad dared to pull anything like this? Imagine if a man felt like he was in a rut, told his wife he wanted to go to a reunion, gets told things are too stressful here for him to run off to some party, goes anyway and leaves them to face society and possible bankruptcy because he wasn't working (or doing other things around the house that people take for granted because men do it), spent time with his friends and some random lady from his past, and comes back with his family clinging to him because they thought he left them forever. The movie would've become a flop the minute he left. The audience would've been screaming at the screen telling this woman to divorce this man and take the kid far away from him and that he deserves to have his life ruined.

Like I said, I've got no problem with female empowerment, but my problem is how this lady was allowed to get away with and put her family through so much with little to no accountability. There's good points about this movie like appreciating and respecting your wife and mother, but for me, the bad points outweigh them by a long shot. Shilpa Shetty is a good actress, but the movie didn't do it for me.

I did not care for Sukhee (2023)

[mrlivingdude]

I know like

Maybe one of the people I did Pikmin rp with actually read these posts (do you read these Mang?) but I was like "shit man I never explained the Alyn dandelions!!"

Basically Alyn was really bad at connecting with people his whole school life cuz he always thought himself to be much, much smarter than everyone else. He'd try to make friends, but they would stop talking near instantly as Alyn thought they were boring . There was only ever one person who really did make him feel special, who I never did think of a name for, so let's call him Jeremiah. Jeremiah, in all honesty, was not a friend to Alyn. He treated him like shit. Ignoring what he said, never trying to spark conversation, but nothing physical. Alyn did...somehow grow feelings for Jeremiah, mostly cuz his brain said "this is the only other smart guy it's destiny!!" and he kinda blinded himself to all of it. Jeremiah knew this. He would commonly playfully flirt with Alyn, leaving him wanting more, but never getting it. One faithful night, Jeremiah had taken Alyn out to a dandelion field. The two sat down in the dandelion field next to each other, and then Jeremiah started talking. "Y'know Alyn.." Jeremiah started "You're kinda like a dandelion". He plucked one out from the field, and held it up to his face. Alyn started blushing, and even giggled a bit, flattered Jeremiah would compare him to this flower. But he continued. Jeremiah breathed heavily onto the dandelion, making a seed fly off. "The stem of one, at least. You can't keep your 'friends' with you" Jeremiah smirked, as Alyn's face of joy(reference!!) turned into one of confusion, and a bit of worry. Jeremiah blew the rest of the seeds off, and turned to Alyn, to be greeted by his face of sadness. Jeremiah laughed in his face, crumbling many dandelions on the floor as he rolled around. Once he'd finally stopped laughing, he stood up and stretched, while cracking a couple jokes Alyn doesn't remember, so neither do I!! He walked off, and that was the last time they really talked. Alyn pretty much didn't start conversation with anybody for the rest of his school life. Feeling as though he had nowhere to go, at least on his planet, he spent his time learning how to build spaceships. All his life became was do your schoolwork, do your homework, work on your spaceship, sleep. It took him a while, but eventually he got it. And he travelled to the Pikmin RP Colony planet (is it js PNF-404????)

Actually roleplay plans were for Alyn to eventually run off in tears at...something and for someone to try and comfort him, where he would then tell them this story, but we never made it. And for those of you wondering, he had some feelings for Dawn, he's a lil bozo who develops crushes quickly (hmm I wonder where I thought of that character trait from)

By the end of his story he would've seen dandelions as a symbol of the people he cares about most, and how he'd grown since the days of Jeremiah.

Originally Jeremiah was gonna be a lot less..shitty and just have not talked to Alyn, but being led on cuz someone playfully flirts is oh my god im projecting onto alyn

[sapphic-swiftie13]

Yelena Belova is a good distraction

You had been doing schoolwork, and prepared yourself for your exams, non-stop the last five days, and now you were thinking about studying the whole weekend too. Studying was all you did, and since it took all your time, your girlfriend got slightly frustrated.

She had made dinner, and you hadn't even touched it, but kept your nose in the book you currently were reading and had been reading for the last two hours. Yelena called it the book from hell, since it sucked the energy out of you like a demon.

"Aren't you hungry?" Yelena asked as she took the macaroni that she had made for you and held it out for you to take. Instead of politely declining the food, you shrugged her off.

She took the macaroni and walked out of your shared bedroom, and then all you heard was the loud TV in the background, disturbing your peace.

"Can you turn the volume down?" you yelled out annoyed by all the noise. Soon enough the TV couldn't even be heard, you had even tried to sit there on your bed and quietly listen if there was something else to complain about.

Not even forty minutes later, Yelena came back to check on how you were doing. Standing in the doorway, arms crossed, disappointment all over her face when she realized you were nowhere near done.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me?" she quietly spoke out, doing her best to not to provoke you.

"No. I need to study, if I don't then I basically don't have a future," you hissed at her, being mean to her even when she asked a sincere and innocent question.

"Hey, I didn't go to a school like you, I turned out fine, didn't I?" she heart-warmingly joked, in hopes of making you laugh, but failing miserably.

"Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. took you in because you're a widow, I have to go to the academy to be something other than just Maria Hill's puppet, I swear to God, that woman orders me around more than you do!" you said angrily, wanting to throw the book from hell at the wall.

"Last time I checked you like being ordered around," Yelena said sarcastically, and went on, "I'll give you one more hour, and then you need to relax, before you end up breaking our furniture."

Then she walked out again, and the silence in the apartment was all that could be heard. You could hear your heart beating, that's how silent it was. Like no one was around, and you were floating somewhere else where space and time acts differently, and you were frozen on your bed, but you looked at everything in a new way, an out of body experience.

It was refreshing, until you thought about Maria Hill. That woman bossed you around like she did it just to torture you. Maybe she was the key to solving your problems. You stood up and found some of the mission files Hill had given you. There was a bunch of details on how to use what you had learned in classes, what to do in an actual situation where bullets were flying through the air, bombs went off, and you were stuck in a bad position.

You felt so dumb, but so happy at the same time. Maria Hill had given you the answer without you acknowledging it.

"Lena! Where did you put the mission files from the Attack on New York, 2012?!" you practically shouted while your head was starting to spin. Just seconds later, Yelena came in with the files in her hand, you reached out hopeful, but she held them over her head in a teasing manner.

"Give them to me!" you said and tried to jump to get your hands on them.

"You've been working too much, babe. We are going to relax before you even think about going through all of this. It's the same size as the bible, there is no way that you're starting on it tonight," she stated with a serious tone.

You started laughing and said, "well, I have faith in S.H.I.E.L.D. so I don't care how many pages there are."

Yelena let out a sigh and let her guard down, and you took the chance to grab the files right out of her hand. Laughing you jumped back on the bed, but little did you know that Yelena was right behind you, soaring through the air.

Landing on top of you, making your hands open in surprise all the pages scattered around on both the bed and the floor.

"Lena!" you giggled as she looked down at you, her lips tugging into a smile.

Her lips clashed onto yours and soon enough you felt her desire growing stronger. She got rougher, but still her lips were so soft on your own. Clothes were taken off and thrown to the floor leaving you both naked on the bed.

Shortly after, you could feel her knee pressing up between your thighs. Her tongue caressed your own in a hungry manner, and her hands wandered all over your body, exploring territory she was all too familiar with from before.

Rough fingertips traced your skin, making you shiver in anticipation, wondering what she would do next.

"You're distracting me!" you told her and quickly noticed the smirk on her face.

"I have endless of information that I need to go throu-" you were in the middle of a sentence but got cut off when your words got stuck in your throat by the knee that rubbed against your clit.

"Everyone needs to be distracted every once in a while, detka," she stated, as her Russian accent took completely over.

You looked at her with loving eyes, it was hard not to adore the woman on top of you. One of her hands traced down your stomach and her fingers teased your wet core. Placing kisses all over your collarbone and chest, while her fingers slowly started to stimulate you.

Her mouth found your nipple, and she then started to suck and gently bite while she fondled with your other breast and nipple with her free hand, giving both breasts the same attention.

Softly rubbing circles on your clit, she changed it up and slowly started to thrust her fingers into your soaking cunt. All the tension from stress needed a release, and Yelena took her time.

"Lena, please," you pleaded, and her eyes instantly met yours, she pulled away from your breast and moved upwards again. Her lips hovered by your earlobe for what felt like far too long before she finally whispered, "okay... just this once, my solnishko."

She quickly pulled away and made her way between your thighs. Her fingers thrusted into you both faster and harder, and her tongue swirled around your clit, hitting your bundle of nerves just right. With her free hand she reached up and took a hold of your hand, and softly intertwined your fingers together.

Getting closer to your orgasm, chasing your release, you started to cradle her face, in hopes of keeping her there. Your other hand went down to her head, fingers tangled in her blonde hair, trying to pull her even closer.

She was not scared of slightly getting suffocated by your thighs that seemed to close more and more by each second that went by. Your legs started to tremble, and when you started moaning and began to shake, she spread your legs with her arms, and used her weight to keep you down while your walls clenched around her fingers. She then rode out your long-awaited, and much needed orgasm.

Breathing unevenly as you came down from your high, finally having a feeling of being relaxed, and unstressed your phone rang. The caller-ID was no other than Maria Hill. You picked the phone up. "Hey, Hill, why are you calling? It's late..." You said while breathing heavily, and your cheeks reddened.

"I hope you're not working out right now..." she said but you cut her off without thinking and said, "no, no I'm not."

It was probably the dumbest decision you had ever made in your whole career. Yelena was holding in her laugh beside you, listening in on your conversation.

"Stop!" you whispered to Yelena while she sat there struggling, holding onto dear life, not letting herself make a sound.

"If you're not working out in the gym, then I do not wish to know what you were doing at this hour," Maria stated, but you could hear her stifling a laugh on the other end.

"It is not my fault that I'm so attractive, making me the perfect distraction," Yelena whispered sarcastically and got your death glare in return.

"Is someone there with you? I swear it sounded just like-" Maria went on, but you cut her off, "no, uhm, I am alone, no one's here. I am all by myself, it must have been the... the uh, the cat," you answered her, not letting her finish her sentence.

"I know damn well Yelena Belova doesn't have a cat. She has a dog... named Fanny," Maria said with a chuckle, taking you off guard.

"How, wait what?" you said both to Maria and Yelena that was having trouble breathing by laughing silently for what felt like an eternity.

"It is my job to know everything about my agents, just like Nick Fury's job is to have secrets that have secrets. It is not news that Natasha Romanoff was a good friend of mine, she told me a lot of interesting things throughout the years. But, anyway, I just called to inform you that tomorrow at 12:00 you're needed at my office, I'm giving you your first mission, even though exams are in four weeks from now. Remember to come prepared, oh, and say hi to Belova from me, bye!" Maria said, then she hung up before you could process every word she just had said.

"I am so, so, screwed, aren't I?" you asked your girlfriend rhetorically.

"I don't know about that; I just know that I screwed you just now," she answered with a chuckle, hiding behind a pillow, waiting for you to slap her, but the slap never came, instead you ended up throwing your phone behind you on the bed and then said, "if she teases and humiliates me for this, then you're in deep shit, Yelena." 

[mvillamemoirs]

last 2014 stress mgmt journal

March 27th, 2014

Psychology to Stress Reduction

Journal Summary #2

Deep into the semester as midterms are coming up, there is no doubt that I’ll undergo stress an unlimited amount of time. Compared to my last reflection, I recognize and accept the fact that I’ve been stressed out a few times more than the first previous weeks of this semester. I’m also aware that this stress is caused by a combination of schoolwork, housework, and work. Using the techniques that I’ve learned so far, I find myself straying from relaxation techniques, and I fall victim to stress recklessly. Whenever I get too caught up in my emotions, I react on them, rather than trying to calm myself down and look the other way. It’s completely negligent of me, but I unfairly find excuses within my self-talk to justify my reckless behavior. However, I find myself becoming mindful than ever since the last reflection, but I want to make it a habit to consciously use all sorts of relaxation techniques when needed.

Lately I catch myself being mindful. I find that taking deep breaths to defeat the urge of smoking tobacco helps just as much as getting caught up and side-tracked in my daily tasks. Whether it’s reading for upcoming tests, or dealing with a handful of customers at work, taking those deep breaths helps me keep calm, and tackle that certain task right then and there. The weather lately, has also been gloomy these past couple of days, but this past weekend when the sun was shining, I took time to enjoy every bit of detail from the outdoors, and in a sense appreciate the birds chirping and flowers blooming as Winter was just barely put to an end. It’s still raining throughout the days, and found myself lucky to enjoy what I was blessed with at that time (i.e. sunny weather and flowers). 

I did one of the relaxation techniques before attempting an online quiz this past weekend, and it was the last technique since the last class session last week. On that class we ended with a relaxing technique that focused on taking deep breaths, alongside of telling ourselves- or listening to Opin’s voice- that we are calm. Those deep breaths and telling ourselves that we are calm and relaxed definitely changed our state of being within 10 minutes, and it also helped me before taking my online test.  I cut the primary exercise into 5 minutes or so, but it still had its effects that day. Another technique that was brought up in class was a progression muscle relaxation technique. I applied this technique automatically, but I think I do so in a bad and unhealthy manner. Rather than having tension built up in one part of my body and releasing that tension, I find myself clenching my teeth and letting go after I find myself doing so-which if bad on so many levels as far as mechanically wise, and my mouth structure. Even though clenching my teeth isn’t necessarily good, after I realize what I’m actually doing, I begin to take breaths and sooner or later massage my cheeks and jaws. I consider it to be a cause and effect kind of situation, and will find relaxation thoughts at the end of it. Another way to cope with my unbearable stress with school and work that has been effective these past several weeks would have to be listening to loud music, as well as enjoying my boyfriend’s company, and lightly socializing with friends whom I haven’t hung out with in a while. After doing so, I find myself calmer than I was before I played a tune, or interacting with another friend.

All in all, I shortly adapted to a few of the many relaxation techniques these past weeks. Like most, I find myself falling victim to the anger and frustration that I cause, but knowingly think that it’s okay to act on those furious emotions, than to add on to my mental state of being. It’s like adding fire to the flame, and it will surely still be fire- ineffective. Breathing deeply for several minutes and being mindful has a powerful impact than holding off on ways to face stress later on. If I were to continue playing desired genres of music and socializing with my friends, I can surely be calmer and mellow than if I were to cope with the struggles in life on my own. I find myself learning how to cope with stress as weeks pass by, and surely there is no doubt that I can further improve my habits and manage stress in the best way possible.

[yandere-romanticaa]

- 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬. 💋

various! yandere twisted wonderland. these are just my favorite dorms, and i was very tired when i wrote this!

HEARTSLABYUL.

Tea time with Riddle is a must. He’s oddly stiff today and the way he holds his cup makes you nervous - he’s holding it so hard that it looks like it is going to shatter in his tight grip, but the smile on his face brings you an odd sense of ease. He’s really happy to be here with you, you know? Today is a special day and he wants to spend it with you, that’s why he made sure to host the most perfect tea party yet.

Trey, ever the sweetheart, invited you to bake with him! He loves to dote on you and spoil you so he even promised to give you some of his baked goods! Even when class isn’t in session he stills takes such good care of you. In the heat of the kitchen you remain focused on making the perfect tart, both of your hands tired from the non stop mixing. Trey kept a close eye on you, his heart beating joyfully. He wasn’t really sure how to get your attention any other way but keeping you here in the kitchen was the best thing he could do.

Cater keeps taking all sorts of pitcures of you and uses all of the cutest filters he finds! He doesn’t feel like sharing them though, he wants to be greedy for once. All of the photos he took are so precious to him, no one else is worthy of laying their eyes upon them!

Ace acts like a young schoolboy throught the entire day! He keeps throwing papers at your head, pokes your sides and cheeks, forcing you to acknowlege his presence no matter how hard you try to ignore him. Just before you manage to reach your boilng point he surprises you by cornering you in a dark hallway, his cheeks tinted a delightful cherry red while the look in his eyes reveals nothing to you. He looks like he wants to tell you something but just before he could make up his mind he leaves. With a scoff he shoves a little box in your hands, its contents a total mystery to you.

Deuce is the jealous type but he really doesn’t like to talk about it. Out of all days of the year, why did you have to look so cute today? You usually do manage to capture the entire school’s attention without a hitch but he wanted to be your centre, your main focus. He clings to you and hovers over you, always asking you whether or not you need his help. May or may not buy you lunch!

SAVANACLAW.

Is it Valentine’s already? For once Leona actually came prepared. He got you some nice jewlery that matches his own, along with the new book/game you’ve had your eye on. What, you didn’t think he would notice? Silly herbivore, a hunter like him always notices the finer details, he just never says them out loud. He will be very greedy when it comes to your attention though, he will attack anyone if they disturbe the two of you.

Ruggie takes you out for once, but even then there’s still something off about him. He managed to get a part of the school greenhouse all to himself, and he set up a cute little picnic date! As you eat your food though you can’t help but to feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. There’s a strange smell in the air, a mix of cleaning products and something much more putrid, for the lack of a better word. It almost makes you lose your apetite if you’re being honest with yourself.

He’s so awkward but he really wants to be romantic. Jack is still a shy boy and he will probably just give you a single red rose, the tips of his ears match its scarlet colour. The thorns still feel a bit too sharp for your liking though.

OCTAVINELLE.

He always feels the need to outdo himself, especially on days like these. Expect to be spoiled with the finest of foods and cakes, all of your chores will be done for you, and you won’t even need to worry about schoolwork! Azul wants this day to be for the two of you, everyone else is irrelevant. Just, focus on him, there is no need to fuss over anything, he is more than capable of satisfying all of your needs and wants.

The Tweels might just decide to plan something together - they love their little shrimp so much! It would make sense that they join forces to make this the best Valentine’s yet! The day is packed with all sorts of activites and they are so excited to spend every waking moment with you! Tred carefully though, they are both easily triggered. Let your guard down for a moment, of if you keep staring at someone for too long they might just get the wrong idea...

DIASOMNIA.

Malleus is so thrilled! He never actually got to celebrate this holiday with anyone before, so you can bet that he will make it extra special. Even Lilia might join in on the party, his watchful gaze always lingering on your quivering form as you wine and dine with your date. He chuckles throught the entire evening as he sips his tea, his eyes glazed with an emotion you can’t recognize. Malleus on the other hand is all over you, neon green eyes simply beaming with joy as he asks you about your day, are you enjoying the feast he had prepared for you? Please, tell him exactly how you feel, he wants to know everything!

Both Silver and Sebek watch over you like hawks but various thoughts are running across their minds. Silver can’t help but to loock at how delicate you are, his eyes shifting to your collarbone and how soft your eyes look. He really wants to hold you... Sebek on the other hand is seething. How dare you be near the young Master?! Why are the two of you touching like that?! Anger bubbles inside of him, his cheeks are red and his vision is blurred because of this. He wants to stab you, he really does. Deep down in his heart he can feel a pesky thorn growing, a nasty thorn of jealousy that is clouding his better judgement. Serving his master will always be his duty, but seeing you like this really does stir him up more than it ought to.

♥️ TAGS: @yanroma, @sammo-writes-whatever, @cc-6789

[frogtanii]

[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

℗ poker face

not like this

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[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[tnott]

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        To Hermione, Hogwarts looked the same as it did even before the war and struck it. It was amazing what magic could do, especially to make a building look as if countless spells and conflict hadn’t hit it at all.

        Hermione was back for her Eighth Year, since she missed her Seventh, and without Ron & Harry by her side. Ginny and Luna were present, even Neville decided to come back—so it wasn’t as if she was alone through it. The nightmares hadn’t stopped, however, so sleeping would be a struggle… Sleeping Draughts it is.

        She was gifted the position of Head Girl, which obviously she’d take seriously, and it also meant she had a lot more on her plate to deal with. Which also meant dealing with people from other houses who might have returned to also complete their N.E.W.T.S.

        She took residence in the library on this particular day to work on an assignment, a pile of books in front of her which were stacked rather high, but she was using one in particular that another student needed—

Theodora Nott.

        Hermione’s eyes snapped up from the book, blinking as she watched the other sit opposite her. Not that she wasn’t welcome, her & Theo, as she preferred, had civil conversations—if she remembered rightly, of course. ❝Oh—Yes, of course. I’m almost finished. Just need to finish taking some final notes…❞ She trailed off, her head dipping back down to the text, her quill in hand again as she began to scribble, ❝I assume this is for the same assignment I’m doing—?❞ Small talk, always good.

"Yes, for Vector’s essay,” Theo confirmed. “She’s certainly piling on the assignments this year.”

Hermione was being cordial, which was a relief. It was true that Theo had never taunted Hermione, or mocked her, or tried to jinx her, or participated in any of the thousand other little cruelties that some of her classmates had inflicted on the girl. She’d disliked Granger, yes, and resented her, but she’d never bullied her. That had been the province of Draco and Pansy and their respective gangs -- not Theo, who had always kept herself to herself, focusing on her schoolwork rather than the mercurial intricacies of adolescent relationships. But she’d never stopped anyone from bullying Granger, either. They’d never been friends, even if they had learned to cooperate with each other as they’d gotten older.

“Blaise asked me earlier if I thought we would have a normal year this year,” Theo said, hoping to keep the small talk going. “And I realized, I don’t think we’ve ever had a normal year.” Ticking the individual years off on her fingers, she said, “In our first year, we had a teacher who quite literally had the Dark Lord sticking out of the back of his head. In second year, the Chamber of Secrets was opened. In third year, we had an escaped convict running about on the grounds. Fourth year was the Triwizard Tournament and all that that involved. In fifth year we had that hag Umbridge trying to take over the school. In sixth year, actual Death Eaters broke into the school and our headmaster was murdered. You spent seventh year on the run and the rest of us spent it at the mercy of the Carrows. In the context of all that, I’m not even sure what a ‘normal’ year would entail.”

There were faces missing this year – Professor Snape, who was dead; Greg, who was in Azkaban; Vincent, who was also dead; Pansy, who had chosen not to put herself through the inevitable ostracization that she was bound to face if she came back; plus all the others who had been killed, and the ones who had chosen not to return for their NEWTs. But compared to the hell of the war and the absurdities of their earlier years, Theo so far was hoping that this year would be the least eventful of the lot.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Give Yourself a Try

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: you and Peter hate each other, which becomes a problem when you’re given a group project

Part two and three

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“Good morning Ned.” You kindly greeted as you took your seat in front of Peter in your first period physics class.

“Morning Y/n.” Ned said back, gearing up for what he knew was coming.

“I really like your makeup today, Y/n.” Peter smiled as he leaned forward in his seat. “Is it hard balancing your schoolwork with your job at the circus?”

“Not at all.” You smiled sweetly at him as you turned around. “I could get you a job there if you’d like. We’ve been needing something small to feed to the lions between shows. You’d be perfect.”

“Small? Darling, you must be mistaken.” Peter kept a sickly sweet grin on. “I’m bigger than your boyfriend of the week over there.”

“Silly goose.” You scrunched your nose at him. “Harry Osborn is not my boyfriend. And just so you know, steroids are really bad for you. I’m worried about your well being.”

“I’m not on steroids.” Peter hissed, dropping the act. “Stop trying to start that rumor.”

“Why not?” You shot back. “You had no trouble spreading the rumor that I was the one who killed Herbie the hamster when we all know it was you who left the door open after cleaning his cage.”

“Are you kidding me? That was fifth grade.” He whispered harshly.

“I will never forget it.” You snapped back.

“Ahem.” The teacher cleared her throat as she stared at you and Peter with an annoyed expression. This was an everyday occurrence in her class, and any other class you had with Peter. You hated each other and everyone knew it. You and Peter stopped arguing and slumped in your seats, giving each other one last look of disdain.

“Instead of a final exam this semester, I’ll be giving you a final project.” The teacher continued. “You’ll be working with one other student.”

“Nice. We can finally present our work on quantum physics.” Peter excitedly high fived Ned.

“Can you guys reschedule your virgin convention for later?” You asked seriously. “I’m trying to listen.”

“Because of the disappointing grades on the last project, I will be assigning your partners.” The teacher went on.

“Don’t worry.” Peter whispered to Ned again. “We could still end up together. We got an A last time so she knows we work well together.”

“We got an A last time.” You mimicked his voice and moved your hand like a puppet.

“Yeah. An A.” Peter said as he leaned forward in his seat. “You know, like your bra size.”

“What did you just say to me?” You snapped as you whipped around. He had on his infamous shit eating grin that you hated.

“Young man, can you please stop interrupting our conversation?” He said as he held up a hand. Your jaw dropped at the insult, face growing warm with anger. You decide not to give him the satisfaction of an insult exchange and turned around in your seat. Your teacher began to list off the partners for the projects.

“Leeds, Stacy.” She called out. “You’ll be working together.”

“Sorry, man. But also, not sorry man.” Ness frown quickly turned into a smile. “Gwen, over here!”

“Aw.” You snickered as you turned around on your chair. “I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with you now. That poor, unfortunate soul.”

“Parker. L/n. You’ll be working together.”

“What?” You and Peter screamed in unison. You gave each other an angry look before looking at your teacher in protest.

“You two are always holding up my class and I’m tired of it.” She held up a hand. “This project will teach you how to finally get along and stop disrupting me while I teach.”

“Mrs. Avery, with all due respect, I can feel myself getting more disruptive already.” You told her.

“I think that’s your STD.” Peter mumbled.

“You two need to learn how to be professional and amicable.” She ignored your protest. “You won’t always like your peers. But you will always have to collaborate with them at some point.”

“I understand that.” You assured her. “But if we do this project together, my fist is going to collaborate with Peters face.”

“That’s a threat.” Peter piped up. “I’d like to file a report.”

“And I’d like to take that report and shove it up your-“

“Enough.” Mrs. Avery cut you off. “You will be working together and that is final.”

You both shrunk in your seats, fuming with anger over the teachers decision. You didn’t cause any more disruptions throughout the class and quickly left once the bell rang.

Peter saw you at your locker, which was coincidentally next to his locker, spraying some perfume on.

“Darling!” Peter exclaimed as he stood next to you. “So good to see you! You know how much I love when you hog all the locker space and make the entire hallways smell like perfume.”

“Why, thank you.” You touched your hand to your heart. “As I’m sure you know, some of us prefer to smell like things other than Neosporin and baby powder. After all, that’s your signature scent and I’d just hate to step on your toes.”

“I didn’t know. Thank you for opening your gigantic mouth and telling me!” Peter said through a toothy grin.

“Oh, Peter.” You laughed airily. “You’re very welcome, you sad sack of shit.”

“Classy.” Peter faked a smile as he opened his locker. “Do you want to come over to my house after school to work on the project? I live walking distance from here.”

“What? No.” You scoffed. “You’re not getting me to a secondary location. We’ll work in the library.”

“Actually, we won’t, because it’s closed for maintenance.” He replied with a tight smile.

“I wish you were closed for maintenance.” Yoh grumbled as you zipped up your bag.

“Hilarious.” He fake laughed loudly. “Are you coming over or not?”

“Not.” You said in disgust. “I don’t know you or your parents. You might try to kill me as a part of some Parker family cult ritual.”

“My parents are dead.” He told you, unamused. “It’s just me and my aunt.”

“Is your aunt a cult leader?” You asked.

“No.” He groaned.

“Cult member?”

“No. All she does is cheat at cross world puzzles and shop at Whole Foods.” He said.

“So you lied.” You slammed your locker and looked at him. “She’s in the Whole Foods cult.”

“Can you try not to be difficult for two minutes, please? We need to get this project done.”

“Jokes on you, Parker.” You folded your arms. “Difficult is my lowest setting.”

“Ooo. Scary.” He mocked you. “What’s your highest? Because I’m pretty sure I saw it last Tuesday when your backpack got stuck on the door handle and you decided to blame me.”

“I know that was your fault. And I go from difficult to hooligan to the step mom from Parent Trap.” You shrugged.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” Peter replied as he slapped his knee. You raised an eyebrow at him, judging him for his material.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You told him. “Where do you live again?”

“Waking distance from here. I said that less than five minutes ago.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well I didn’t hear that because I tune you out when you speak. You know, like most people do.” You said sweetly.

“Wow, you’re so funny.” Peter said sarcastically. “If I meet you here at the end of the day, will you come home with me?”

“Fine.” You huffed. “I’ll go home with you. But if I start detecting any cult shit going on, I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you later.”

~

“Are you ready to go?” Peter asked after the last bell had rang. You shouldered your backpack and shut your locker, feeling unusually anxious around him. You could deal with Peter for 40 minutes at a time when all you did was trade insults. Something about walking to his home together and spending time alone knocked the confidence right out of you.

“I’m ready.” You nodded.

“What, no insult?” He asked. “No mocking of my voice?”

“We were assigned each other as partners so we could learn to be civil, right?” You shrugged. “I guess I’m just mature enough to give it a try.”

“There she is.” Peter smiled as you began to walk in the direction of his apartment. “There’s my girl.”

You looked to the side when you heard him say this, unsure of how it made you feel. You often called each other pet names ironically, but this felt different. There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you and it was clouding your judgment.

You let Peter do all the talking as you walked home, thankful that he lived so close to the school. He spewed out ideas for the project the entire elevator ride up and didn’t stop until you were standing outside his bedroom door.

Peter stopped talking and opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. You made a face at him before walking, staying in one spot as he shut the door and sat down. You were frozen as you looked around his room, not liking how human it made him. He had notes from classes you didn’t have with him strewn around and an open first aid kit on his desk.

“You can sit.” He chuckled when he noticed how stiff you were.

“I’m scared to.” You admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Something about sitting on this boys bed with him seemed finalizing, like you’d be opening a door you couldn’t close.

“Just sit down.” He repeated. “I didn’t rig the place with boobytraps, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s what someone who rigged the place with booby traps would say.” You replied as you took a hesitant seat on his bed.

“There. Isnt that nice?” He asked sarcastically.

“No.” You said immediately. “Am I the first girl to ever sit on your bed?”

“Psh. No.”

“I’ll take that as a yes ma’am.” You mumbled.

“Whatever.” He replied. “What do you want to do the project on?”

“How about micropenises?” You suggested. “You won’t even have to do any research.”

“Haha. So funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You are so annoying it’s actually impressive.”

“Please.” You laughed. “You so have a crush on me.”

“What?” His entire face went red. “No I don’t.”

“No I don’t.” You mimicked his voice. “Yes you do. That’s why you’re up my ass all the time.”

“That makes no sense.” He scoffed.

“It makes total sense.” You insisted. “You know I’ll never like you back, so you made me hate you. That way, you still get to talk to me all the time. Genius, really. I applaud you.”

“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve created for yourself. Is that what you tell yourself to help you fall asleep?” He teased you.

“Yep.” You smiled brightly. “Right after I finger blast myself to the thought of you in your Catholic schoolboy sweaters.”

“Oh my God.” His cheeks turned even redder at your inappropriate joke.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” You used his words from earlier.

“They were right.” He said, making you laugh.

“God, I love it when you talk down to me.” You fanned yourself. “Can you tell me how to change a tire?”

Peter began to laugh as well, looking at you as you both laughed. You quickly stopped laughing when you realized you just gave him a genuine smile and looked away.

“Do you want to do the project on tensile strength?” You suggested to break the tension. “I know you’re weirdly into that.”

“How’d you know?” He wondered.

“You almost popped a boner when we talked about in last month.” You teased him. “It’s just rope, dude.”

“It’s not just rope. It’s the force-“

“-the force required to pull something until it breaks. I know.” You finished his sentence. “I’m smart too, you know.”

“Oh.” He was dumbfounded that you knew something he was interested in. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Women use brain sometime. Woman say smart thing like man.”

Peter laughed again, realizing you were actually kind of funny when you wanted to be.

“I’m not a misogynist, you know.” Peter said after a beat. “You don’t have to make jokes like that. I may not like you, but I respect you.”

“You respect me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“I respect all women. The strongest person I know is my Aunt. Plus, I’ve still never met anyone who was as smart as my mom. I wouldn’t be half the man I was if it weren’t for the women who raised me.” He shrugged. “But it would be ignorant and naive of me to only respect woman who are related to me in some way. So I respect all of them unless they give me a reason not to.”

“Have I given you a reason not to?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Not yet.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re annoying, but you’re brilliant. I know you would never admit this, but we’re basically the same person. You’re just more extroverted so you have more friends and popularity. And you’re smart but you don’t make that your whole personality, so it impresses more people when you let your intelligence show.”

Your body language shifted when you realized he was actually a nice guy. He clearly paid attention to you and was impressed by what he saw. You didn’t say anything, so Peter kept going.

“People lean in to listen when you start speaking instead of tuning you out.” He brought up your insult from earlier, and you felt bad. You didn’t realize he admired you in any way and you felt guilty for always teasing him. Peter’s kept his eyes down, playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“You’re…you’re kind of every thing I wanted to be.” He said quietly. You smiled softly at him, but he didn’t see it. It was the first time you had a nice moment with Peter, and you didn’t hate it. You could tell he was beginning to panic for sharing so much, so you reached forward and tilted his chin up to look at you. His wide eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile.

“How did your parents die?” You asked quietly, immediately ruining the moment.

“Damn.” Peter pulled away with a shocked laugh. “When was your first period?”

“All right. I get your point.” You rolled your eyes. “That was a little abrupt.”

“You’re telling me.” He teased. You sat in silence for a moment, neither of you sure where to go from there. You knew Peter was still processing you touching his face, so you talked first.

“My parents are dead too.” You said without looking up at him.

“They are?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

“Yeah.” You looked up and gave him a sad smile. “But if you think we’re gonna take a turn and fall in love because we have similar trauma, you’re wrong. I can’t stand orphans.”

“But you’re an orphan.” He reminded you.

“And?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting through to you.”

“Probably not.” You agreed. “Tell me more, though. Did your parents die doing something cool?”

“I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “It was a plane crash. That’s all I’ve been told.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “Sounds lame.”

“What?”

“A plane crash?” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s so boring. Yawn.”

“Excuse me?” He laughed in shock again. “Fine. How did your parents die?”

“Firefighters.” You said proudly. “Died saving three children.”

“Wow.” Peter sat back, stumped.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I was one of them.”

“Seriously?” His eyes widened as he fought the urge to hold your hand.

“No. I’m fucking with you.” You began to laugh as he let out a groan.

“Why would you do that to me?” He whined. “You had me, for a minute there.”

“What can I say? I’m an actor.” You flipped your hair ostentatiously.

“What actually happened?” He wondered. You stopped smiling and bit your bottom lip.

“Drunk driver.” You told him. He didn’t fight the urge this time and reached over to take your hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, wondering if you should pull away or not. On the one hand, he was your enemy. But that didn’t make his warmth any less inviting.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “That must have been really hard on you.”

“You know the feeling, don’t you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I do.” He nodded. “And I know how much it sucked to not have someone who knew how it felt. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. Neither of us do.”

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, not wanting to ruin the moment again. The guy holding your hand was not the same guy who sat behind you in physics. This guy was someone you actually liked.

“I might have misjudged you, Peter Parker.” You laughed shyly. “You might not be as unbearable as I remembered.”

“And you might not be the frigid bitch I thought you were.” He matched your tone.

“Watch it.” You warned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You were right.” You said after a beat. “We are pretty much the same person. I never realized that before.”

“Maybe that’s why we don’t get along.” He shrugged, rubbing soft circles into your hand.

“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you were.” You said sheepishly. “Who knows? I might just like you.”

“You want to give this a try?” He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “What do I have to lose?”

“Okay.” He nodded eagerly. “Then we’ll try.”

“Cool.” You smiled.

“Cool.” He said before leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his fluttered shut, making you realize you were on different pages. His lips made contact with yours for a few seconds before you pushed him off.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Kissing you?” He asked in confusion as hurt flashed in his eyes.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You exclaimed, still in shock. You got off the bed and backed away from him, trying to process what just happened.

“You said we were giving it a try!” He was shouting now too, but not out of anger. “I thought we were finally admitting that we like each other.”

“I meant giving friendship a try! I never said anything about a relationship.” You shouted. You quieted down when you saw the upset look on his face. “You... you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” He said quietly. “I-I thought you knew. You said it before and I just…I thought you knew.”

“Peter, I was joking when I said all that stuff.” You calmed down and sat back on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you liked me.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times before looking down. “I…I do.”

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand again but his withdrew it.

“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head and got off the bed. “I misunderstood the situation.”

“Peter, wait.” You caught him by the wrists and pulled him back down to the bed. He sat down again but looked anywhere but at you. You could see that his eyes were glassy so you put a hand on his face.

“You were right.” His voice wavered. “I did like you and I did think you’d never like me back. That’s why I always tease you. I just wanted you to talk to me.”

“Pete.” You whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to be here right now. I’ll email you my part of the project and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You both had your eyes closed this time and it lasted much longer. Your lips moved against his slowly and you could feel how inexperienced he was. Even so, it was perfect. You pulled away after a minute and looked into his eyes, feeling better now that there were no traces of sadness in them.

“You kissed me.” He said, dumbfounded.

“I can’t know I don’t like you back if I never give you a chance.” You shrugged as you withdrew your hand from his face.

“Well what did you decide?” He asked curiously. You puckered your lips and tilted your head, staring at him as if you were making a decision.

“I still think you’re super annoying.” You concluded.

“Okay.” Peter nodded.

“But it’s an annoying I’m willing to put up with.” You decided as you slipped your hand back into his. Peter broke out into a smile and nodded again.

“Okay.”

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Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.1)

Chapter I: Inception

✿ Word Count: 2.1k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Y/N POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, minor manga spoilers, Bully! Mitsuya headcanons from last post

He lifted his large palm, coated in silver and black rings to match his attire. He was wearing a black mock turtleneck that matched his jet black hair. In his youth, he had lilac-colored hair that was either in a buzz-cut or grown out to a mullet. Now, he sported his black hair in his college-years. He was studying to become a fashion designer, a dream he had since his youth after his love blossomed for sewing. It had begun as a chore in order to keep his sisters satisfied and happy, saving money from buying toys by simply creating them himself. As he practiced it more and more, he began to realize how intricate fabrics were. How beautiful colors could come together and form the prettiest structures and designs -- how even the ugliest colors would look elegant if you paired them properly with the right colors, or carefully took apart the threads to create something new. You on the other hand were not studying to become a fashion designer, but rather a photographer. In your youth, you were a free-lancer in art and a quiet overachiever. You had many different career options open to you, but nothing really opened you up in the way art did. You participated in many different types of art, you loved painting, sewing, embroidery, name it, you’ve probably dabbled in it. One day, your class was introduced to your photography unit and all the puzzle pieces fell into the designated places, the pieces being lost and untouched for years. Nothing brought you more joy than snapping someone’s photo on the street to surprise them with the way the sunlight beautifully encapsulated their figure. Nothing brought you more joy than taking an eerily aesthetic photo of the rain pouring on the people below your building as a lady frolocked in the rain below, eager to rejoice in mother nature’s beauty.

Truthfully, your relationship had not started out the way it was now. With his palm ever so elegantly shoving you to the floor, your photographs spilling out of your portfolio as you hit the cold tile floor, protecting your chest by landing on your elbow and knee. Snickers, chuckles, giggles-- they all filled the hallway after seeing you collapse. Only a select few actually took pity on you, including one of his loyal followers, Hakkai Shiba. Mitsuya was usually followed around by two close-friends, Yasuda-san and Hakkai. Yasuda-san was also a fashion major, while Hakkai was planning to become a model. Mitsuya was very well respected amongst the campus for many different reasons. Firstly, he was gifted with the intellect of sewing intrigue designs that made everyone sigh in awe. Secondly, pretty-privilege. You hated to admit it but Mitsuya was a very attractive-looking man, his hair was always fluffed to the right extent, he was well-dressed, and leading into the third reason, he was smart. Despite being a part of the Tokyo Manji Gang, otherwise known as Toman, as one of the second division captains, he was able to manage schoolwork as an overachiever and was known for his intellect. Not to mention, keeping his division in check along with his two younger sisters AND the sewing club that he managed at his school? It was no wonder he was seen as the perfect boyfriend, he had all of his together. This was the reason why his disregard of you was seen as acceptable, everyone assumed you must have done something wrong for him to treat you this way, right?

Incorrect assumption. You have never done anything wrong to Mitsuya-- in fact… you don’t really remember doing anything to him, period. You both met by chance in his home-economics club, which he decided to suggest to the college board upon seeing there was not a club that actively encouraged sewing. At the time, most participants on campus were graphic designers, artists, not really looking to take the fashion industry by storm as Mitsuya was. However, he was able to persuade the board and even got petition signatures to seal it all off. He was the president of the club and upon seeing the posters taped in the hallways, you instantly took the opportunity to get any extracurricular activities on your transcript. He welcomed you into the club but it wasn’t like you got that much of his attention-- after all, the club filled up quickly with Mitsuya’s admirers. Although, shortly before he began his cruel treatment and behavior towards you, it actually seemed like you two were becoming friends. He would begin to check on you a little more frequently than the rest, tapping your shoulder with a warm smile, asking you how your project was going. You would show him your small projects, nothing too big as it had nothing to do with your major, but projects that you enjoyed and had fun doing nonetheless. He seemed most amused by the sweater you created for your dog by letting out a soft chuckle. In return, he showed you the sweaters he made for his sisters, who were now teenagers. It became a routine for him to walk over to you after checking up on everyone else and talk until club hours were over. He’d find anything to talk about and it made your heart swell with how he actually took the time out of his day to make sure you didn’t feel alone. You were sure he had picked up on how you lacked friends in his club, he was clearly trying to make you feel welcome and you couldn’t help but begin to admire him even more than you once had.

One day, however, it suddenly changed. His demeanor was suddenly cold and unwelcoming to you. You noticed when you walked into his club as you normally did, taking your seat. He did not visit you within the 10 minutes it usually took him to check upon everyone else. It took much, much longer, so you simply assumed everyone needed more help than usual. However, when he came over to your table, his words startled you so much that you pricked yourself with your needle, rushing your eyes to meet his own at his sudden harshness.

┃ “Looks like someone isn’t paying attention.”

The venom in his words made your cheeks flush with a tint of red, noticing some of the club members staring at you, also in surprise of his harsh tone. You open your mouth, quickly questioning his behavior, all of your words coming out panicked, in fear you’ve done something wrong-- something to disappoint, or upset him.

┃ “What do you mean, Pres? My projects have never been an issue before.”

┃ “Nicknames are a privilege. Call me by my proper title.” He snapped, your peers widening their eyes, for he never required anyone to call him by his last name.

┃ “...President Mitsuya, I apologize. However, you can’t just--”

┃ “Look around,” he motions his arm towards the surrounding students working at their tables, sewing much larger projects and others measuring their models for their designs. Your right eyebrow began to raise in confusion, he had never minded your small projects. Yet, here he was, embarrassing, no-- humiliating you in front of your peers about how minuscule your projects were in comparison.

┃ “Your peers all have their mind set on a big project or several larger projects. Yet, here you are with your small little trinkets. They’re working hard, and you’re doing the bare minimum to have your work completed for this club.”

Tears began to prick your eyes, questioning what his true motive was here. Surely, the projects weren’t the issue. This… this was too strong of a switch-up. Something had triggered this outburst of his, but you weren’t sure what. He was always stressed, all the time actually-- had he perhaps overwhelmed himself and he was taking it out on you?

┃ “(Y/N).” Your name so violently came out of his mouth, as if it had just crashed on cement. It wasn’t the silky and softer voice you were accustomed to hearing when speaking with him. “Get your head out of the clouds. Are you listening?”

┃ “Sir… I mean, President Mitsuya, with all due respect, you seem to be… unfairly targeting me. Some of these students are creating something as simple as a sweater for their friends, why is something for my dog any different?”

The rest of the club began planning your funeral. While never seeing him this upset on school grounds, they have heard about how foul he could get with his division members. Questioning him was bound to make him explode. They all froze, eyes drifting to Mitsuya for an incoming scolding.

┃ With a harsh grab, his fingers glide under your chin as he lifts it up to meet his face directly. “'You questioning me?”

┃ “N-no sir! I mean no disrespect, I just-”

┃ “You’ll be staying after club hours.”

┃ “B-but sir I have-”

┃ “I was NOT asking.” He half-shouts, dropping your chin from his harsh grip as he makes it back to the front of the classroom where he continues to work on his own projects. Your fellow club members pitied you at first, but after seeing how harsh he got later on with you as the bullying continued, they assumed this was the result of an external conflict.

You don’t remember what he told you after club hours. He was yelling something about how you were stupid, a dumbass, and well, you get the rest. Cruel words were thrown at you as if the day before he wasn’t so fondly helping you with the sweater for your dog-- helping you perfect the stitch of his name. Any time you questioned him or flat-out denied his accusations and heinous words, he would yank your chain and pull you so you were right in front of him as he stared down at you. It was enough to scare you out of ever providing a rebuttal, and you soon learned that as the bullying continued.

Now, here you are, on the floor, calmly collecting your portfolio photographs, not even phased by his now-normal harassment. Usually, a shove would be enough to appease him, but today it seemed like one of those days where he wanted more. He walked over to your kneeling figure as you collected your portfolio, your head turned away from him to avoid giving him any form of satisfaction.

┃ “What do you say after you bump into someone?”

┃ “I didn’t bump into you, dickhead.”

With a swift motion, he forcefully grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, his lavender eyes piercing straight through you. He was clearly unsatisfied with your response.

┃ “What do you say after you bump into someone, skank?”

Every time you questioned him or talked back, you knew it simply made him angrier. You quickly learned that him acting out was his way of earning your attention, but for whatever reason it was, you couldn’t figure out why. What you did learn, however, from your many other incidents with him, is that he would praise you when you were obedient. Eager to get this over with and save yourself any more humiliation, you replied:

┃ “I’m sorry.”

┃ “I’m sorry…?”

┃ With a sigh, you continue, “I’m sorry, President Mitsuya.”

He smirks, now satisfied with your answer. He taps your cheek with his right index finger and replies:

┃ “Good girl.”

You swipe your face away from his grasp and continue collecting your photographs, along with your notebooks and planner that had slipped out. Mitsuya scoffs as you once more retract your attention away from him and walks away with Yasuda-sun snickering. Hakkai, however, stays behind and examines you for a few brief moments. He walks over to you and begins helping you organize your bookbag. You look up and smile-- despite his silence, his eyes offered every form of apology he could give you. You had learned Hakkai was afraid to speak up to Mitsuya because he was his best friend and was afraid any talkback from him would only result in a deeper hatred for you. You didn’t mind, however, you just appreciated how Hakkai kept you grounded. He helped you remember you didn’t do anything wrong, this was Mitsuya’s doing and his alone. Hakkai was always well-dressed as well, you noticed. He was wearing an incredibly long trench coat with beautiful shades of baby blue, ocean blues and a bright orange that made everything pop. It covered a black mock turtleneck that seemed to be matching the one Mitsuya was wearing and in fact, Hakkai also seemed to have an earring on one ear, similar to Mitsuya. It appeared that he deeply respected Mitsuya, his outfit seemed to be heavily inspired by his own. With everything settled in your bookbag once more, he offered you a pat on the head with a smile as you nodded and thanked him before running off to your first class of the day.

✿ a.n. // I finished this chapter while finishing my AP Psychology hw. I had started writing it and then idk why but I was re-reading the manga and went “wait, now what if we have Hakkai and Yasuda-san…” and ta-da, take my 2.1k words of pure a$$. If this chapter does well, I’ll be sure to upload it on my ao3, too. special tags for @the2ndl and @bren-heron because they both really wanted a fic out of this concept. I hope you enjoy loves <3

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Eli/Hawk x Reader: Changes

Request: Can you do a Hawk x reader where they are dating since a long time and y/n tries to handle with his change from Eli to Hawk? @sophiahardy912

A/N: Thought I’d write all cutesy lovey dovey fluffy smutty things but then this angst came out? sorry if i failed you idk what happened here

Words: 2054

Warning: A few cuss words

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Eli wasn't... Eli anymore.

Not just in a metaphorical way – he was Hawk now, inside and out. At first it was a refreshing change – you loved Eli back when he was introverted and lacking in confidence, but now Eli loved himself, and that was surely better.

    Confidence is a good thing. Right?

You remembered the day he texted you 'Dig it?' attached to a photo of him – classic brunette gone, dyed down and gelled up to a Blue Mohawk.

The phrase 'dig it' by itself was previously foreign to the boy, so of course the new bold hairstyle was a big shock for you. Not a bad one, just unexpected. Even more unexpected was the new attitude that came with it.

When Eli walked up to you the next day at school, he adopted a strut that came with his new hair and attire. You almost didn't recognize him without one of the comfy sweaters he previously would wear, the ones you would steal borrow when you'd go over to his on date night.

    It had been a while since you had one of those date nights – Eli wasn't fond of spending too much time in public, always feeling like people were staring at his lip – so you'd often spend the night at his house, watching some horror movie late in to the night, laughing together at cheap, unconvincing productions. Or, even better – clinging to him when a movie really was scary, finding an excuse to casually entwine yourself around him. You loved how he would turn red every time, as though you haven't been together for a long time now.

The last date night you two had was... unusual, yet exciting all the same.

Eli had been Hawk for a while now, and things were taking a turn for the worse. At first it was nice – Eli would link your pinkie fingers together under the table at lunch, Hawk would put his arm around you as you two walked down the hallways between classes. Eli cowered when anyone would so much as look at him; Hawk would shut down anyone who tried to start with him.

You didn't mind it, so to speak, when he got in to a fight with his former bullies. You were worried, of course, but Hawk knew how to handle himself. He beat the shit out of them and after years of Kyler and co taunting him, it felt like fair karma at play. You were actually proud. Hawk came home on cloud nine that day and you were all for being his cheerleader; it ended up being a night of great celebrations.

However, these days he was getting exceedingly violent with anyone who would look at him wrong. It was one thing paying back those who wronged him, but the whole karate thing was getting out of hand; it came to a red line for you once you saw his treatment of Demetri, the only one other than you and Miguel who accepted him far before he accepted himself.

You two had gotten in to a serious argument, Hawk stating that Demetri's treatment is his own doing for being such a nerd, you telling him to grow up.

A couple of days went by with you giving him the silent treatment. Hawk thought he'd just slide in by you the next day at lunch, kiss you and everything would be fine – but you weren't having it. If he didn't mind throwing Demetri under the bus so quickly, how long until that was you instead?

Not talking to Eli proved harder to do than you thought. After so long together it was strange, suddenly having this wall between you two. It had only been a couple of days of you riding the bus to school rather than on his motorcycle with him and you already felt an insistent pit in your stomach that refused to go away, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself with schoolwork and your other friends.

So unsurprisingly, when Hawk texted you asking you to meet him at an unfamiliar address, you agreed.

It was dark out – the only people you saw around the road you were going down were a couple of shady looking dudes, only obviously under the influence.

You checked your phone again to make sure you were going the right way.

    “You made it!”

Eli's voice startled you, making you look up from your phone. Illuminated by the blue florescent lights from the shop he stood outside of, he seemed... relieved.

    “Yeah,” you answered simply, your eagerness to make up disapparating in to an unconfident hesitation. “what are we doing out here?”

    “Look,” Hawk took one of your hands in his. “I don't wanna lose you. And if that means being nicer to Demetri or whoever of those dorks, whatever. I can live with that. But not without you.”

You hated how he knew exactly what to say, even if it wasn't prefect. It was enough.

    “You didn't answer,” you said, allowing a flirtatious tone to creep up. “What are we doing here?”

Eli smiled, a smile that was more Hawk than Eli, and pulled you in to the shop after him, knowing he was well on his way to winning you over.

    “This is my guy, Rico,” Hawk introduced, fist bumping the older man. Between the familiar name, funny looking chair and sketches on the walls, you knew exactly where you were and what was about to happen.

    “Eli?” you tentatively called as Hawk guestued for you to sit in a chair behind the funky-looking one. Rico adjusted said chair and motioned for Hawk to come over. Eli sat on the chair, his back to you.

    “You sure about this?” Rico asked, preparing ink on a side table. “Sure,” Hawk answered confidently.

Naturally, your curiosity got you up on your feet towards Eli's other side – of course you wanted to know what he was getting inked – but Hawk quickly protested.

    “Stay over there!” he scolded playfully. “It's a surprise.”

The machine started buzzing and even though it wasn't you who was getting anything done, adrenaline started rushing, making you a giddy mess, forgetting all about your previous fight. As needle pierced skin, you spent the time waiting making assumptions over what Hawk was getting on him – at first you guessed the Cobra Kai snake, later guessing Sensei Lawrence in a heart – a suggestion that made Eli laugh particularly hard, in that way that he used to laugh when it was just the two of you (this earned a scolding from Rico, who couldn't get the work done if his canvas was jittering about).

It must have been twenty minutes at best before Hawk rose from the chair and turned to you, gesturing to the new piece over his heart – a heart with your name in it.

Was it possible to have your heart sink and jump simultaneously? On the one hand, you were realistic, and there would probably come a day where he'd regret this – a thought that made you sick. On the other hand, it was the most romantic thing you've ever experienced, and it was unlikely for anyone else to ever top that.

What was done was done, so you shoved aside any negativity and allowed yourself to revel in the love you felt, showering Hawk with kisses that quickly turned in to a deep, longing kiss – until Rico politely suggested you take the show elsewhere.

    Apparently “being nicer to Demetri” meant ignoring him altogether, besides some threatening looks. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than the alternative, so you let go of it despite it seeming like Hawk was constantly on the edge.

You were ready for another date night – the first since the tattoo parlor – ready to get away from school and its drama, just to spend some quality time with your boyfriend.

Now that he wasn't shy anymore, he suggested going to see a film in an actual movie theatre, which was exactly what you were doing.

The two of you split up – you needed to go to the bathroom so Hawk stood in line for tickets. By the time you had come out you had lost sight of your boyfriend – the crowd around the ticket stalls had suddenly increased.

    “You looking for someone?” a male voice asked. Turning around, a couple of guys you didn't know were approaching you. “Think you'd have more fun with us.”

Just as they reached you, a hand grabbed your arm. You were relieved to turn and see Eli – but he wasn't even looking at you. His eyes were locked with one of the guys – you could feel the tension in the air.

     “Eli, no,” you whispered firmly. His grip on you tightened, moving you aside – but you weren't going to stand for it. You stepped in front of him, grabbing hold of him as he did to you. “You start something, I walk.” your voice was low, not wanting those guys to hear, but serious enough to make Hawk understand you weren't playing around.

With a grunt, he looked down at you, took your hand and walked away.

You optimistically thought the worst was blown over.

You and Hawk were waiting outside the theatre to be let in, chatting away when Hawk stopped you mid sentence with a kiss.

Another pleasant surprise about Eli's newfound confidence was how willing he was to show affection to you publicly, while before you two could pass off as acquaintances at best.

It was rather random but you accepted the kiss – even when he deepened it, getting closer to you, pulling you closer to him.

His hands started sliding lower.

It wasn't anything you haven't done in the privacy of your bedrooms, but to get that intimate in public, in broad daylight – it was too much for your liking.

    “Eli -” you called, pushing away from him. He didn't allow it.

Pulling your hips to his with one hand on your bum, his other went up to hold your chin, tilting it back to grant him access. He managed to hold you for a moment before you mustered up the power to push him a few steps away from you.

    Hawk was visually surprised – whether because of you or himself, you were unsure.

    “What the fuck was that?” you asked, not bothering to keep your voice down this time.

Despite trying so hard to become this new person, new Eli still had old Eli's tells – and a quick glance he threw aside told you everything you needed to know.

Following his line of sight, the two guys from earlier stood there, watching the scene unfold.

    “So that's what this is about?” you huffed. “some territory marking thing?”

Hawk struggled to gather his words, his bottom lip bobbing wordlessly a couple of times before he spoke. “Look, you didn't want me to take care of it out there, so-”

     “So you do whatever you want with me? Like I'm nothing?”

    “Y/n, you know it's not like that-”

    “So what is it like?”

When Hawk didn't immediately respond, you turned on your heel to the exit. Hawk followed you outside.

    “Come on, Y/n, you know I'd never hurt you!”

    “You just did!” you yelled back. “you... I don't know you anymore, and I say that in the worst way.”

    “What,” Hawk huffed, “you want me to go back to being a pansy? 'Cause that's not going to happen.”

    “You know what's the worst out of all this?” you asked, coming to face Hawk. “at first I thought it was cool, you being all tough. Seeing Kyler become afraid of you. I thought it was great. But now... Now I'm afraid of you.”

Hawk frowned, the realization dawning upon him. “C'mon...” he lifted his shirt to show the heart tattoo dedicated to you. “Doesn't this mean anything to you?”

    “Make it mean something.” you replied with a heavy heart, taking a step back and left, leaving Hawk standing alone in the parking lot.