#was talking to me and a group of our friends after a gym class one day

[spirithalloweeping]

currently remembering the time in elementary school where my friend had a crush on a boy so then i picked a boy to have a crush on bc i felt like i ought to

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki + reader!Quirk similar to him

Your first year at UA was going amazingly. Not only because it meant it was one step closer to your dream of being a hero, it also brought new challenges and new people into your life. You have made two new best friends: Gouna, a tall girl with an elastic type of Quirk, and Zynu, an exchange student from Greece, who had a fast Quirk. Literally, she was freaking fast.

The first semester of school consisted in getting to know each of the classmates and oneself. Training, studying, physical tests in groups. Also boring tests like Maths and English.

But it has been magnificent so far.

Until the training camp. Pushing one's Quirk to the limit had literally brought you to tears. Being a cold type of quirk yourself, you never thought you would be able to do what you were doing. But you gave your all, like always. You were focused. Witty and ready. Ready to fight for that number one spot in the rankings at every moment of your life. And very loud about it too.

"She reminds me of someone…" Kan-sensei once commented to Aizawa-sensei, smiling amused.

Your black haired teacher rolled his eyes, "Please, no…"

You didn't know who they were talking about at the time, but whomever they were, you decided you would be fucking better.

That camp had been one hell of a test for everyone. 

Or so that's what all of you thought until the day to meet the Big Three came.

Despite other previous years, these Class 1s, A and B, hadn't met them until closer to the end of their first year. Apparently, they had been on a mission in another country.

"Can you believe it??? They haven't even graduated yet and they already go on missions!!" Zynu exclaims, giving little fast jumps as the whole classes 1-A and B awaits for the Big Three to arrive at Gym Gamma.

"Well, our little Y/N has nothing to envy them, right?" Gouna lays her forearm on one of your shoulders, making you smile.

"Ughh, I still can't believe Hawks himself asked you for help…" Zyna smiles so happy for you, her hand grabbing yours and shaking it way too fast in excitement. Gouna laughs at the way your one fast and joyful friend pulls you.

"She was only called because Hero Shoto wasn't around to help."

The annoying voice behind you makes you groan.

"Don't you have anything else to do than to prove how very in love you're with my friend here?" Gouna's words make you snort before turning around.

Hamata Aiko, the one guy that always has an opinion about you –a bad one, if you may add– stands there, all bulky, full of himself and annoyingly looking down at you like you're scum, with hands closed in fists.

"All of you are going to be in love with me once I take down all three of the Golden Trio…" He declares, flexing his arm so his bicep pops out even more. Disgusting.

The look you share with your two best friends, followed by a cackle of loud laugh, brings the attention of most students around.

"I'll bring tissues for when you cry like a baby after being embarrassingly defeated. But that was a great joke, Aiko-chan," you can hear the grit of his teeth at your mockery.

A huge shadow with red eyes suddenly appears behind Hamata. "A joke indeed," the low voice that came from the shadow makes this same boy jump away like a scaredy cat.

You back away a few steps just so you don't get stepped on. Light then clears everyone’s vision and you see this man– this mountain of a man, with red eyes and blond hair, a few steps in front of you. You can’t help but think he’s insanely huge, more than anything you could have ever imagined. And the other two guys that also appear on each side of this blond mountain are just as big. Maybe not in muscles and height, but each of them has a powerful energy and stance that immediately makes you succumb to their glorious presence.

Like… fuck. Like fucking heroes! The biggest ones you have ever seen. Ever been in front of.

And you want that. You want that majestic power. That strength that makes everybody believe and trust that they are the best.

"Hello, everyone! It's very nice to meet you finally!" The green haired one greets enthusiastically as the blond mountain rounds him to let him stand in the middle. You also noticed how the blond one and the duo colored haired one stand two steps behind, giving this greenie one space, giving him the lead. "We are very sorry it took us this long to meet, but we hope to make the best of our time together!"

"He's too much of a sunshine," Gouna whispers at you and Zyna, the latter smiling and nodding. You somehow doubt it. Something tells you he is as deadly as his two companions look.

"My name is Midoriya Izuku, hero name: Deku," lots of whispers and gasps from the students are heard as he turns to his right, where the blond mountain stands with his arms crossed over his big chest, a frown deep in his face, "this is Bakugou Katsuki, hero name: Dynamight," some grunts and groans are heard. You even hear a kid say "this is going to fucking hurt", and you definitely feel that. Especially when you see the satisfying smirk on the blond mountain's face. "And, this is Todoroki Shouto, hero name: Shoto."

More whispers and grunts. Some look excited, others are already lamenting getting to class today. But most of the students are terrified. These Big Three look nothing like third year students. They look fucking Pro, and that shit’s scary. Not even your first day as an intern in Gang Orca’s agency made you this uneasy. (And it’s Gang Orca we are talking about!)

"It's Endeavor's kid," Gouna whispers, eyes open wide in excitement looking at Todoroki Shouto. Her biggest dream is to be part of the fire hero agency, but she had told you how that was a mere dream considering how Hero Endeavor only took fire type Quirks in. You feel sad for her, but still encourage her to at least try it. The “NO” was already a given; what harm could be to try for the ��YES”?

Of course, you all have heard about the rumors circling the Big Three and their achievements. You are a liar if you say that, even if they are supposedly rumors, their stories don't ignite a spark of hope and admiration over them. However, being in their actual presence is a whole different feeling.

"So today, we are fighting," Midoriya Izuku smiles, but surprisingly enough for everyone except you, the kindness doesn't reach his eyes. His eyes change demeanor and look challenging, a bit scary even. (Ha! You knew it! He isn't as sunshinie as he looks.)

"We did this exact same exercise with the current Big Three of our first year, but this time we decided to give you all a bit of advantage, uniting both classes for the exercise, so you can have the upper hand." The shiny smile doesn't leave his face, and while most around you sigh in relief, you know right then and there is a fake sense of security. It's a trap.

And by the way some unnoticed snorts are heard from behind greenie, it's more than obvious.

This will definitely hurt.

You realize then, as Midoriya Izuku takes his bow and school jacket off and steps back closer to his own classmates, how his other two companions are getting ready. Todoroki Shoto hasn't his jacket nor his school shirt on already, but a sport kind of shirt that accentuates his defined chest, where the sleeves only cover a bit of his shoulders, arms on display. This is definitely strategic for his own quirk, half hot and half cold. You wonder if the material is actually made to bear and endure the changes of temperature in his body, like the ones you wear. Bakugou Katsuki, on the other hand… Holy. Mother. Of. All Might. He now stands with his whole school shirt unbuttoned, chest and muscles and freaking abs on display, sleeves rolled up his forearms, jacket lost somewhere. You haven't actually had time to admire any type of physics in boys since the year started, being completely focused on your goals and dreams. Now, this hot mountain of a man makes you feel things you haven't before. Is that the feeling of butterflies on your stomach as the tingles travel through your body? Fuck, it’s distracting. (Very much so.)

You have to mentally slap yourself to focus. This is not the time to drool over an upperclassmen.

"This is your moment to try your moves and Quirks, they will gladly take them and give you feedback. But remember, this is a sparring, nothing to seek real harm. Have fun, children," Aizawa-sensei speaks as he walks towards the entrance door of the gym and stands there, away from the bloodbath that is about to happen. (If you had to define what betrayal looked like, Aizawa-sensei’s smirk as he stands there looking should be it.)

You, in a very calculated and dissimulated way, grab both of your friends' wrists and pull them back slowly, away from where the Big Three stand. They don't say anything and follow you. After so many group tests passed, you three have learned to work together very well. And with one look, all three of you understood. If you wanted to at least hit one of them, you would have to be a team. No solo fight could win them. And even then, there was no guaranteed win over them. They look, and you're pretty sure they are, very strong.

All three of them crouch a bit, showing they are ready, evil smiles plastered in their faces like they enjoy each and every little sound that showed how scared the two classes were. 

How sadistic. You love it.

You so want to fight at least one of them, one on one. But you know you don't have a chance to win moving on your own. Yet.

"Should we go first?" Deku suggests, seeing how no young student is brave enough to approach.

It's not that you are not brave. You're not stupid enough to volunteer for death first.

Dynamight and Shoto look at each other for a moment before looking back to the front, both smirking, and then the blond mountain yells, "FUCKING DIE, EXTRAS!"

A blast clouds everyone's sight for a moment, before you have to jump to the side as Shoto slides with his ice way too close to you. And then it's chaos. Quirks and fights are seen and heard around. And fuck, you have to dodge Shouto's ice three more times. Not to mention his fucking fire.

Your best friends and you remain as far from the Big Three as you can. Gouna got caught by a little piece of ice from Todoroki on her right cheek, cutting it a bit. Zyna, on the other hand, in these kinds of environments gets anxious, moving rapidly on her spot, needing release to do something in her fastness tempo. You… you get calculating and observing. Everyone around is losing against the Big Three. They are too strong, too big. Students are falling to the ground like levees, no matter how strong some of their Quirks are. These three professionals know what they are doing and how to do it.

It's going to take more than just guts to confront them.

Then you see it. Shoto is standing close to Dynamight. And if he moves, he comes back closer to the blond as fast as he can. Oh. Are they guarding each other's backs? Your eyes travel around the gym until you find Deku on the other side of the gym, fighting at least a dozen of the students, who are trying to get their one on one sparring. Of course, none of them win, other than detailed observations from the one third of the Big Three and a punch that knocks them out. 

An idea then surges in your head. The one creating way too much chaos is Bakugou Katsuki. Maybe, just maybe, if there's a way to distract Todoroki Shouto, you could have a chance to at least try to take Dynamight out.

Alright, maybe not completely out, but at least a punch or two. That would be satisfying enough.

Your eyes travel to your two best friends, and somehow –even though none of you have any telepathic Quirk– you all know what to do.

You three high five together before running to different parts of the gym. You run towards the build up rocks behind and explode some to create more small and medium ones. While doing this, Zyna is smartly distracting both third year students. Running, flying around them to just annoy them as they try to attack her with their Quirks, which is impossible to target her for how fast she is. Once you're done, Gouna is right there, arm expanding to create like a catapult to throw the rocks in their direction.

"Hey!" Deku yells, but he's been held back by his own fights to do anything. It's enough though to grab his other two classmates' attention.

It's your turn to smirk now at their surprised expression, excitement driving your whole system.

Bakugou's eyes find yours as you say, "Now you fucking die."

The rocks fly their way faster than they expect. Both of them fire at them to disintegrate the rocks into ash. And that's exactly what you wanted to happen. The ash creates a wall of smoke that won't let them see either of you.

Zyna helps Gouna to run fast towards Todoroki Shouto so she could evolve him with her elastic arms and legs, putting him out of the fight. One down.

And you… Fucking. Damned. Shit. Why do you always pick the hardest and most difficult fights? You don't know. But you always win. So, could you win against this big mountain?

Only one way to know…

The smoke helps you disguise yourself in it, but you can feel his careful and ready at all times stance. So you play. A spark of explosion from your ice here, and he answers with another of his own fire one. Creating more smoke. Funny. Another spark of your ice there, and he answers again, groaning in annoyance and pain when a sudden spark of your ice finds his left forearm.

"FUCK! FACE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

You chuckle maliciously from behind him, right at the moment your ice explosions hit the back of his knees. You're not stupid to even think that you'll be able to win a one on one. You need the advantage in height at least.

How's the saying goes? If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain… Or well, in this case, you'll make Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. Hero Dynamight come to you.

Before Bakugou inevitably falls after that cold blast against the back of his knees that unbalanced him, he tries turning around and shooting whomever it's being a pain in his ass. He doesn't count with the knowledge of how small you are compared to him that you fit perfectly in between his stretched arms that are ready to shoot.

As he falls back, your crazed smile is the last thing he sees before an explosion of white and cold happens just in his goddamn face.

A hard and strong thud is heard as the smoke around finally dissipates, giving one impressive image that leaves everyone around stoic and in silence.

Bakugou Katsuki is laying on the floor. You're kneeling on his big chest, hands with spreading cold smoke, like snow, right at his face. His expression is one of complete taken aback and surprised. Like, he can not believe what just happened, as the smirk it's still on your face.

"Who's the fucking extra now?"

You're both inhaling rapidly, trying to bring your breathing back to normal. Your eyes won't leave his, completely enraptured in his deep ruby color, filled with so much fire it feels like he's trying to melt you. (And you would, if these were other circumstances.)

You then stand up and step back from him, smiling. You fucking won! And against this enormous and angry mountain! Fuck yeah!

He’s still lying on the floor, looking very surprised, so you laugh as you stretch a hand to help him up. Bakugou Katsuki takes it, a little side smile finally appearing as he shakes his head and stands. Now you definitely have to look up at him. Jesus, he’s way taller now up this close.

Before any of you says something, the annoying voice of Hamata Aiko says, "You're still an idiot," and he punches you on the side, making you literally fly meters away and hit your head with the wall.

The roaring scream of "HEY!" from several people is the last thing you hear before passing out.

.

When you next wake up, you encounter the kind smile of Recovery Girl.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling? You took one hell of a punch…"

You groan. "Ugh, don't remind me… I'm going to fucking…"

"Language, dear."

"...kill him to pieces!"

She chuckles amused. "Alright, but first, you should rest. Then kick his butt." Her wink makes you smile in content as you relax in the infirmary bed.

"There are people outside waiting for me to report to them. Want them to get in, or should I tell them to come later?"

"It's okay, they can come in," you nod delicately, not wanting a new headache to deal with.

When Recovery Girl said they, you were expecting your two best friends. Not the Big Three entering the room in a hurry, especially the first one, the blond mountain who enters and walks directly at your side.

"How are you, Coldie?" Bakugou Katsuki asks, his big and calloused hand landing over your small one laying on the bed. You pull up an eyebrow at his nickname for you, but don't comment on it.

"I'm fine, Mountain. My left side still hurts a bit, but I have had it worse."

Bakugou Katsuki growls. Literally, like an angry dog.

“That kid was completely out of line,” protests Todoroki Shouto.

You sigh. “It’s Hamata Aiko. He needs to be the center of attention or he snaps.”

“I’ll snap him in two, give me a minute…” You don’t know if Bakugou it’s being serious or not, but the idea makes you snort as Midoriya Izuku exclaims, “Kacchan!” Todoroki just shakes his head and a small curve of a smile in his face.

“He’s being talked down to by Nezu-sensei. What he did… It's not okay at all. I hope he reconsiders his actions.” Midoriya says, in a stern but worried tone.

“What you and your friends did, on the other hand, was pretty impressive,” Todoroki says as both of his classmates nod, Midoriya more enthusiastically.

“I have never seen Kacchan so taken aback!”

“Shut up, nerd!”

“You were smart and fast and careful with all your moves. You took into consideration how different Kacchan was physically compared to you and you brought that to your own advantage! It was the true thinking of a hero in a dare situation! We were all impressed!” Midoriya rambles, his eyes shining now in true awe.

“Not to mention how in sync you and your friends were. I never expected being gripped like that by arms and legs functioning like ropes. It was funny, and smart,” Todoroki also comments while Midoriya nods in agreement.

You feel the tears in your eyes itchy, so you look down in shyness and smile.

“I… I just looked. Midoriya-senpai was on the other side of the gym, being held back by students so I knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything,” you look elsewhere but them, which is the window next to your bed, “and then I looked how Todoroki-senpai and Bakugou-senpai kept being close to each other, clearly looking for each others back, so I thought that the best option was to try and separate them. By looking at Todoroki-senpai using his quirk, I knew he was avoiding close contact combat, so I guessed that was his weakness. At least if you take him by surprise. So, I knew my friends were gonna be able to catch him. Me, on the other hand, I didn’t know what I was gonna do. I just knew I was gonna give my all to win.”

You finish shrugging, taking a deep breath to finally get the courage to look in the way the Big Three are standing.

They all look at you in complete amazement, pleased smiles on their faces.

“Another nerd alert,” Bakugou comments and Todoroki laughs.

Midoriya looks in reprimand in Bakugou’s direction, arms crossed over his chest. “Well, that nerd took you down very easily, without counting the times I also took you down…”

Todoroki then passes an arm around Midoriya’s shoulder in clear partnership as he prepares to pester Bakugou.

“There’s the fact that she is younger than you, Kacchan…” You think Hero Shoto has a death wish.

“I will blow both of your heads off,” Bakugou responds in a growl, pops already sounding from his hands. Both of his classmates snort in amusement.

Oh, yep, they all have a death wish.

“Oh! That reminds me…” Midoriya suddenly changes the subject, “Your Quirk.”

His eyes open wide and look at you in expectation. You tilt your head to the side a bit confused as you put your palm up and then make sparks of blue and white pop as the temperature around you gets colder.

“It’s a lot like yours, Kacchan, but…”

“Cold. Your explosions are cold.” Todoroki says, directing his hand from his cold side closer to your palm so he can feel the sparks.

“Did they discover how it’s produced?” Bakugou asks, looking very serious in your direction. But he isn’t angry, he’s just observing.

You shake your head. “They said it’s a composition of two or more chemicals, but they still can’t find which ones create this type of reaction.”

“That is a very important thing to know. I would investigate a bit if I were you. Knowing your Quirk to the fullest, even the small things, helps you be aware of the possible weaknesses and advantages you can have. That way you can be prepared at all times.” The professional tone in Bakugou’s voice leaves you mesmerized. He is… good. What he’s saying is so true, you haven’t actually thought about it.

“But, the doctors…”

“Doctors sometimes know shit.”

Midoriya physically slaps his own forehead while saying, “Kacchan..”

“He can’t help it. He’s an ass.” Todoroki snorts.

Bakugou decides to ignore them, not before stabbing them with his glare.

“What I’m fucking trying to fucking say,” you laugh at his foul mouth. He smiles a bit in your direction, “is that go beyond. You take the initiative to learn. Don’t wait for the teachers or doctors to tell you who you are.”

You can’t believe the Bakugou Katsuki is actually being nice and giving advice to you.

“You know who you are… Fucking number one, ain’t ya?” You nod smiling as he extends his hand closed in a fist so you can bump yours with his.

Midoriya’s big and proud smile makes you shy. And it's funny when he exclaims, “Plus ultra!”

Everyone laughs.

And, boy… Did you go plus ultra.

a.n; this will have a part two. 😉💥♥️❄️

[rodentcarnival]

Sneeze | Danielle Marsh

summary: they say 1 sneeze means someone is talking about you, 2 means someone hates you, and 3 means someone loves you. you seem to sneeze each time she is talking with her friends.

warnings: none

tags: dani x fem reader, lowkey hints of crack

WC: 1.2k

sneezing is fine.

i mean, everyone does it. 

a little achooo here and achoo there never hurt anybody.

except each time you sneezed, it was always when a certain someone was talking with all her friends.

“achoo!” another sneeze escaped your lips as your eyes watered slightly. you sniffled, clutching your gym uniform in one hand as you prepared to change.

yunjin gave you a look. “are you sure you haven't just caught a cold? maybe consider putting on a sweater once in a while or, i don't know, not standing in the rain pretending you’re the main character?”

little did she know, you were the main character but i digress. 

“how else am i supposed get my princess to notice me? i ride my bike every single day hoping dani looks out her window and sees me.”

“sees you and then what? ‘look at her goofy ahh! she just got a rock caught in her gears and flew into a bush!’” yunjin laughed, completely unhelpful.

on the other side of the locker room, if you’d been paying attention, you might’ve heard a certain someone talking about you like you were the only girl in the world.

“i swear she does it on purpose just to get me to notice her,” dani whisper shouted to her friends. 

minji rolled her eyes, arms crossed. “i doubt y/n is literally riding her bike past your house just so you’ll notice her. maybe you’re the creep for conveniently ‘gazing out your window’ at the exact same time every day.”

“UM NO, I AM NOT? i simply happened to gaze uponith my window and see thy creature of great beauty,” dani said, clasping her hands dramatically over her chest.

“okay romeo, pack it up,” hanni muttered, slapping dani lightly on the cheek like a disappointed mom.

meanwhile, you and yunjin had just finished changing.

“achoo!”

yunjin jumped. “bitch i swear, if you get me sick i’m dragging you with me into the fiery pits of hell. i have a concert on friday. your sick little loser germs are not about to ruin that.”

“i swear i’m not sick! it’s always when i’m in this class. can pollen even get into locker rooms? i don’t have a sore throat or anything!”

“maybe it’s a sign you just need to be put down,” yunjin said, ruffling your hair like you were a dog. 

“i ain’t no dog, get your crusty hands off me,” you huffed, swatting her away.

from across the room, someone was fuming.

dani’s smile faded as she watched the two of you bicker. “there’s no way they’re not dating, right? come on. i thought i had a chance! our last conversation was so good!”

hyein tilted her head. “didn’t you just ask to borrow a pencil and never return it?”

“and now it sits in my pencil holder at home where no harm shall ever befall it.”

“cringey ass,” haerin murmured under her breath.

as everyone began to file out, you realized something.

“ah shit. i’m gonna lose marks for being a safety hazard or something.” you started rummaging through your bag. “yunjin, do you have a spare hair tie? pleaseeee?”

you looked at her with the most dramatic puppy dog eyes imaginable, hands clasped together like a pleading victorian child.

“no,” she said flatly.

“...”

“but i think dani carries extras with her.”

not thinking much of it, you made your way toward dani’s group as nonchalantly as you could, so nonchalant in fact, you could’ve sworn you heard the voices in your head go, “omg is that the nonchalant dread head??”

as you approached, the group suddenly fell silent. dead silent. did you stink or something?

“oh y/n, what’s up?” hanni asked casually, though her smile looked a little too bright.

fidgeting with the waistband of your gym shorts, you muttered, “uh, yunjin said dani had spare hair ties… was wondering if i could borrow one?”

dani’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “here! just make sure to return it after class, okay?” she said, digging through her bag with way too much enthusiasm.

“ah thanks! you’re the best!”

you turned and walked back to yunjin, feeling a little weird about how the group had just… stopped.

“yunjin, i think i have aura.”

“y/n your stink isn’t aura. that’s just bad hygiene.”

“HELLO? NO! when i walked over they just stared at me like i was a ghost or something.”

“well, if someone randomly approached me, i’d stop talking and stare too.”

“okay hater :/”

you were about to continue when-

“achoo!”

“man, maybe there’s like dust in here or something,” you grumbled, dragging yunjin out of the locker room with you.

meanwhile, dani was having a breakdown.

“she said i was the best, guys. i should start planning the wedding now,” dani whispered, then screamed, then whispered again. she bounced in place, violently shaking haerin’s shoulders.

hyein stared at her, unimpressed. “this is a whole new level of delusion, i fear.”

“shhh,” dani hissed, placing a finger on hyein’s lips while watching you and yunjin disappear down the hall.

“ugh why yunjin?” she groaned. “curse you! that’s supposed to be me!”

“someone slap her or i will,” hanni muttered, rubbing her temples.

gym class was uneventful… or at least, that’s what you’d say if you weren’t sneezing every two seconds.

“kazuha, i think i’m gonna google my symptoms. it’s probably cancer,” you sighed, sipping water on the bench. volleyball wasn’t really your sport, but you had a couple solid hits now and then.

kazuha turned to you. “you know, there’s a superstition where one sneeze means someone’s talking about you. two sneezes, someone hates you.”

you laughed. “and what’s three sneezes, huh?”

“that means someone loves you~”

you hadn’t sneezed three times in a row. a bummer, really. not that you’d mind someone liking you.

if anything, you had been liking someone for a while now.

that someone being-

“DANI! SPIKE IT!” hanni yelled from the court.

you turned to watch just in time to see dani jump and slam the volleyball over the net.

“stop staring so hard, you look constipated,” kazuha said, smacking your arm. yunjin plopped down beside you with a sigh.

“is y/n staring at her sweet dani again?”

“yep.”

“guys, can you blame me? she’s literally the light of my life. like literally. she’s so bright and perfect and-”

you launched into a full on speech about dani, using dramatic hand gestures and metaphors as kazuha and yunjin exchanged glances.

across the gym, dani glanced toward the benches and saw you laughing, eyes crinkled and head thrown back as you explained something to your friends. her heart sank.

“-and i know this is weird, but i’d buy her anything she wanted! not even in the ‘i’m rich’ way, but in the ‘i’ll go broke for you any day’ kind of way.”

“okay lover girl, chill. you haven’t even told her you like her.”

“YET.”

after class, you made your way back to the locker room, hair tie in hand.

you approached dani again, holding it out. “hey uh, thanks for the hair tie. here you go.”

dani saw this as her last opportunity to ask you out before you fell into the clutches of someone else. 

she took the hair tie before her eyes focused on yours. “hey, actually… do you maybe wanna get lunch or something after school?”

you smiled. “yeah, i’d love to.”

as dani turned to leave with her friends, grinning from ear to ear, you felt the tickle in your nose again.

“achoo! achooo! achooo!”

you blinked.

three sneezes.

huh.

[cxrdycxps]

And They Were Room Mates • Abby Anderson

☢️ Owen and Mel bashing • pwp basically • reader really enjoys giving Abby head • pussy worship babyyyy • swearing • talking about masturbation ☢️

Main Masterlist • Abby Anderson Masterlist

Your bedroom door opened and Abby slammed it shut behind her, stalking forward to collapse on your bed. You pushed your headphones off and put the lid back on your highlighter. “Hi Abby, how are you? Would you like to come into my room, Abby? Make yourself comfortable.”

Abby grabbed your soft pillow and shoved her face into it and screamed. You stared at her in horror when she took a deep breath and screamed again. “Should I call a priest? Do we need an excorcist?”

“You need to stop humping your fucking pillows. I can smell your cunt on this one.” You stared at Abby when she tossed your pillow away and turned over to stare at your ceiling.

“Firstly, it’s my pillow. I’ll do what I want with it. Secondly, how the fuck do you know what any part of me smells like?” You snapped at her, mortified by her comments. “Get the fuck out and scream into your own pillows.”

“Mel is pregnant.” You stared at her, still off balance from her earlier comments. You weren’t sure why her best friend being pregnant was such a scream worthy event. Or why it resulted in her coming in to bully you in your own room. “It’s Owen’s.”

“Oh fuck.” You couldn’t stop yourself. You covered your mouth once the words were out but Abby was already staring at you, nodding her head.

“Yeah. He fucked her on our three day break.” Abby laughed bitterly and you stood from your desk to sit on the edge of the bed, taking one of her large hands in yours to console her. “Well, he fucked her for our three day break. Then decided he missed me.”

“To be fair, Mel’s a whiny bitch. I wouldn’t have chosen her over you either.” You told her honestly and she rolled her eyes at you. “And it may be personal opinion but you are hotter than her.”

You lived with Abby in shared accommodation just off campus. She had lived here with her friend Manny last year but he had graduated so she had posted the listing. You had been desperate to escape on campus accommodation and jumped at the chance to live in an apartment with your own bedroom and bathroom.

Neither of you crossed paths often, usually coming and going at complete opposite times. She woke early to go to the gym, you worked late at a bar down town. You both had classes all day and she spent a lot of time in Owen’s apartment.

You had moments like this. Pockets of overlap where you found time to get to know each other. You had met her friend group in passing, she had met yours. You had met Owen, she had accidentally met one or two of the girls you had hooked up with in the past while they left the next morning.

You had accidentally propositioned her while drunk once. It was a long running joke at this point.

“You only want me for my body.” Abby sighed and you shrugged, laying back beside her so you were both staring at the ceiling. “My best fucking friend.”

“You should probably get a new one of those. I’ll be your best friend. I’m pretty cool.” You assured her, nudging her shoulder with yours. “I can be your best fucking friend, too. You just have to take me up on my offer.”

“What do you- oh. Best fucking friend. I get it. Smart.” She huffed a dry laugh while you giggled at yourself. “They barely ever even talked!”

“Maybe for good reason?” You asked and she turned so she was looking at you. You copied her and your faces were only a couple of inches apart. “Maybe he wanted to dick her down since day one.”

“You’re not helping.” Abby turned back to stare at the ceiling and you shrugged.

“If I’m being honest, I get why you’re mad or whatever. I just think it’s a waste of your energy. Mel has the personality of the contents of the bottom of the sink after the dishes have been done. Owen micromanaged you and you let him. What are you actually loosing?” Abby probably didn’t want you to be honest but you didn’t typically have another session. “The sex didn’t even sound good.”

“Better than your pillow.” Abby quipped back and you laughed.

“My pillow made me cum every time. Can you say the same for Owen?” You asked her and she grunted in answer which made you laugh, the bed shaking with your movements. “What were you actually getting out of the relationship?”

“He was there for me. When my dad died.” Abby told you and you sighed heavily, clasping her hand in yours. “He got me through that.”

“So he’s not a complete waste of space. People outgrow each other, Abs.” You told her quietly. “You outgrew him a long time ago.”

“I’ve been with him since I was fourteen. How do I let go of seven years?” She asked with a sigh and you shrugged. In truth, you had no clue.

“Go out and fuck someone else. Get a new hobby? Maybe egg his house. Or her house. Or just egg something.” Abby laughed wetly. You didn’t look at her, not closely. She needed a moment so you let her have it. “You can borrow my pillow?”

///

“Got someone looking for you out front.” You were stood in the kitchen, attempting to eat quickly while chatting to the grouchy head chef. Joel didn’t really say much but you knew he had a soft spot for you. He had even tried to set you up with his daughter once. He always made sure to set something aside for you to eat.

“Tell ‘em to fuck off.” You snapped and Joel coughed to disguise his laugh. Dina, Joel’s daughter’s current girlfriend, threw her hands up.

“Do I look like a fucking messenger girl? Get back out on the bar anyway, Jesse is drowning out there.” Jesse, Dina’s ex boyfriend, worked the bar with you most nights. He was a shit bartended though and you ended up doing double the work.

“You ever think about how incestuous this restaurant staff is?” You asked Joel, shoving the last few fries into your mouth. Tess, the line cook, laughed at you and you narrowed your eyes at her. “I know you two have been fucking in the store room.”

Joel barked your name when Tess ducked her head and you skipped out of the kitchen, returning to the bar to find it was three deep. You sighed, tying your apron and pasting on a smile.

“You should fucking quit.” You elbowed Jesse who only shrugged at you, pouring drinks. You waved at people to start shouting orders at you, checking ID along with starting tabs.

By the time the rush had moved off you found your caller sitting at the end of the bar. Abby was nursing a beer, two shots of tequila next to her with all the fixings.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” You asked her with a grin. She looked up from her phone and blinked at you before gesturing to the shots. “For me?”

“It’s sad doing them alone and I need some courage.” She told you honestly and you tilted your head. “Time to get back out there, right?”

It had been two months since she came to your room to scream and you had been worried about how well she was handling everything. This was a good sign.

You licked the back of your hand and sprinkled the salt over the wet patch. Abby copied you and you held up your shot to her. “To you getting your pussy ate.”

She didn’t repeat the cheers, rolling her eyes. She did drink though and you took that as a good sign while sucking on the wedge of lime. You looked up when your name was called and found Maria, the manager on tonight, glaring at you. “She bought it for me. It’s good customer service, Maria.”

“Get back to work.” You gestured around to remind her that you were in fact behind the bar, no current customers in sight. She narrowed her eyes at you and moved off to complain about you to the servers. Dina would agree cause she didn’t like that you had fucked Ellie, Joel’s daughter, before she had. She also was Maria’s favorite because she was Ellie’s aunt.

The whole system made your head hurt and you swigged from Abby’s beer to chase the flavor of the tequila on your tongue. “Don’t fucking backwash.”

“Come on, Abby. Admit it, you wanna swap bodily fluids with me.” You leaned forward on the bar and her eyes dipped to look down your blouse. You always left it one button too low to increase tips. “Abby Anderson, are you looking at my tits?”

“You know I am. Hard not to when they’re as good as in my face.” Abby sighed and you grinned, delighted with her honesty. “Don’t worry, I’ll tip well.”

“You know what, Anderson?” You asked her. You looked up when a customer shouted an order at you and you took the lid off the beer sliding it over to him. “If you strike out tonight, I’ll eat your pussy myself.”

You left Abby to consider your words when the next wave began and you dove into the fray to serve them. When you looked back she was gone, a signed receipt and a tip tucked under her beer mat. You laughed and cleared her bottle and pocketed the tip.

///

When you got back to the apartment you were surprised to find Abby still up, sitting on the sofa. With the television playing. You kicked off your shoes and swung by the kitchen, grabbing yourself and her a beer.

“You cleared out early.” You remarked, tossing yourself down next to her on the cushions. You held both beers out and scrunched your eyes shut when she opened them with her teeth. “Strike out?”

“Got a better offer.” She answered and you let your head fall to the side so you could look at her. “Why would I hang around when you already made me a promise?”

“What promise was that, Abby?” You asked her with a sly smile. Abby rarely swore unless she was really worked up and you wanted to set her on edge.

“You know what you promised.” Abby huffed, cheeks pink. You stared at her and brought your bottle up to your lips, taking a long drink. You didn’t speak and she began to fidget. “If you weren’t serious then-”

“Abby, I’ve wanted a taste of you since like thirty seconds after signing the lease.” You laughed and she turned a darker red in her cheeks. The color was creeping down towards her neck. “I’ve literally dreamed about having your thighs either side of my head.”

“You’re such a fucking-” Abby shook her head but you only grinned at her frustration. She hadn’t been with women before, you knew that much. She had realized she was interested in them when she started college but she had loved Owen.

You rolled your eyes and handed her your bottle. You stretched your arms up in the air and shook off the exhaustion of your late shift before standing and moving kneel between Abby’s spread legs. “Time to let me see what’s under these cargos and by the way, if it looks like I’m suffocating? Leave me there. Death by your pussy is such a good way to go.”

Abby was laughing now, too used to your humor to be embarrassed anymore. You helped unbutton her trousers and pull them down. You paused and swallowed, wondering why the simple boxers under her cargos made your own pussy pulse in arousal. Why did her thick thighs look so much hotter than any other woman you had ever been with?

“Later, once you recover from the orgasm I’m about to give you, I’m riding your thigh. I don’t even care if this is a one time thing. I need to experience that.” You babbled, pulling on the hem of her boxer shorts and finally exposing her to you.

“Oh fuck.” You breathed, closing your eyes for a moment. Abby Anderson ticked all your boxes but right now it was like she had read every deep thought you’d ever had. You were the first to advocate for people grooming themselves however they deemed fit but the patch of coarse curls that you had just uncovered made you groan.

Abby had a fat cunt, something you could bury your face in. You spread her thighs with your palms and leaned forward, licking up her slit to find her clit. It was swollen with arousal but when you pulled back you could see the raw abuse on it. “You’ve been playing with yourself.”

Abby groaned, her head back against the couch. Some of her embarrassment was returning as she arched her hips upwards to you. “Tell me you were playing with your clit while thinking of me.”

“Obviously,” Abby grunted and you rewarded her with a firm suck to the sensitive bundle of nerve endings. She moaned and you were proud to note you’d never heard that noise coming from her room when her and Owen had fucked. Quiet as they had tried to be. “Had to take the edge off after watching you in the bar. You’re so fucking competent, bouncing around with your tits out.”

You didn’t speak, choosing instead to spit against her clit and listened to her moans to let you know what she enjoyed. You pulled her thighs and she shuffled out to the edge of the sofa, her fingers grasping at your hair.

It was when you were licking into her, your nose against her clit, that the door opened. The pair of you froze, directly in the sight line of Owen who stood at the door. “Abby, what the fuck?”

It seemed like a private conversation so you looked away, nudging your nose against her clit again. She moaned, her head back against the sofa. “Leave the key.”

You hummed against her hole and her fingers tightened against you. Owen tossed the keys on the entry way table and retreated. You pulled away to call out to him. “If you wait a minute or so you can hear what it sounds like when Abby actually cums.” He slammed the door and Abby’s hoarse laugh was cut off when you returned your attention to her clit.

You used your tongue to push back the clitoral hood and pay special attention to the most sensitive part of her. The almost red skin contracted when you licked at it firmly and Abby lost all pretenses, an actual scream falling from her mouth when she came.

You kind of hoped he was still listening.

[julianasversee]

. ݁𐙚 A DAY IN MY MCU DR

𓏲˚ ۪ morning routine

5:00 am

i have my alarm set for this time every week day so i have time for all my morning time activities!! i'll usually lay in bed for 15 minutes to allow myself to wake up and catch up on the notifications i had gotten throughout the night.

5:15/5:20am

this is about the time i force myself to get out of bed even though the thing i want most is to go back to sleep, i'll get out of bed and get dressed into some gym clothes, put my hair up in a ponytail braid, go down to the kitchen go make myself some breakfast and a fill up my water bottle.

5:30-5:40am

i'll make my way down to the training room to fit in a workout/clear my head and do some training with steve since he's probably been awake since 4am.

5:50-6:00am

i'll walk back to my room to have a shower to get all the sweat off and to not be stinky 🙂‍↕️, i will then get dressed for school, do my skincare/makeup routine, brush my teeth and all that jazz

7:00-7:30am

i will gather all the things i need for the day and put them in my school bag, pack some snacks for lunch and throughout the day, put on my shoes and i'm out the door by 7:30!!

𓏲˚ ۪ school day

7:30-8:10am

at this time i usually meet up with pete, ned and bri at the train station and i walk to school with them. sometimes if we're early enough we'll grab a coffee before school.

8:30-8:50am

form

i share this class with my girls mj, ave, lia and bri 💕and we just spend the whole time chatting lol this class usually lasts 20 minutes.

9:00am-10:05

english

i have this class my gorgeous ave, lia, mj and ned! this is probably one of my favourite classes because its one of my best LOL

10:10-11:15

history

i actually share this class with ned and my brother grayson! this is also another class that i excel in irl and in my dr 🙂‍↕️

11:20-12:25

AP chem

this class is shared with non other than my pookie peter!!! in this class i usually spend my time just annoying peter by passing notes with him and playing tic tac toe.

12:30-1:00pm

lunch!!!

i spend my time at lunch with ave, lia, bri, mj, peter and ned 🙂‍↕️the table we see in homecoming is the table we sit at and we just all talk.

1:05-2:15pm

gym

this class is spent with peter, ned and mj. though mj and i sit out half the time because coach does NOT care what you do with this class if you're not a sporty person.

2:20-3:25

free study

this is just essentially just a free period but you spend it at the library because its supposed to be used for catching up on assignments, homework or just study in general

3:30-4:00pm

end of the school day

the group will probably go back to mj's house to hang out for the afternoon after we get snacks and stuff. but sometimes we just walk to get food after school and go home after that, also sometimes i have work but i usually just work on weekends.

𓏲˚ ۪ nighttime activities

5:00-6:15pm

patrolling with spidey

sometimes peter will ask me to go on patrol with him around nyc, in his words "to kick ass together as a power duo". just beacuse im such a great best friend 9 times out of ten i will say yes.

6:45pm

home time!!

after patrol i'm sweaty as ever so the first thing i'll do is take a shower, get dressed again into my pyjamas and make my way downstairs to hang out with whoever is down there.

7:00pm

dinner time!!

the team and i try to have dinner together as a family everyday but it doesn't always work out like that so we try and keep our friday's free for family night. wanda usually cooks dinner for us and she allows me to help, its one of the things we have in common is our love for cooking!!

8:00pm

someone will usually put on a movie and all of us with just sit around and watch it, chat about our day, play some board games.

9:00-10:40pm

chatting with friends + homework and study

around 9:00pm is when i'll head back up to my room and i'll ask any of my friends if they wanna call and chat while we do our homework/study for any upcoming tests!!

10:50pm

i am sooo tired by this point and i can barely keep my eyes open so i'll go to the bathroom and get ready for bed!!!

thank you guys so much for spending the day with me!!

tags: @sphinx-n-friends @analyzingkotlc @avelineshifts @lcvalia !!

i changed some of the way american schools work to what i'm used to where i'm from because i am NOT from america.

THE ROSE GC SAW THIS FIRST!!!

last updated 24/02/2025

[raysrays]

Don’t Be Ridiculous. Part One

Modern AU Yandere! Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader

18+ MDNI‼️

CW: Possessive behavior, Yandere, Jealousy, Obsessive Behavior, Light Dom/sub, Domestic, Established Relationship, Mildly Dubious Consent, Smut, Angst, Stockholm Syndrome, Controlling, Toxic Relationship, Vaginal Sex, Marking, Biting, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Stalking.

Y/N perspective

-Authors Note and update at the bottom :)

Since I was young, I never considered myself particularly interesting. It’s not that I hated myself, quite far from it. It’s just that my life lacked the excitement and drama I often heard about from friends and classmates over the years. I had a typical friend group throughout grade school and high school, one free of major conflicts, no serious boyfriends, and filled with ordinary moments. There was nothing to hate, but nothing to write home about either. And honestly, I was completely fine with that.

No one ever bothered me, and I never really felt lonely. Being ordinary, in a weird way, kept me just exempt, safe from the critical gaze of others. My life may not have been the most eventful, but it was peaceful. It was mine.

College, though, was different. Becoming an adult taught me independence. I learned to rely on myself and was doing pretty well, until I met him.

Him.

What were the odds that a random October day would trigger the downward spiral my life has become? I remember every detail of that day.

His smile. The way his amber eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight. That striking blonde and red hair. His face is etched into my memory. And the scent of his vanilla and cedarwood cologne still lingers in my nose, like it never left.

I don’t think we were supposed to meet. It was an accident. I was running late, panicked, and took a different route to class, one I’d never taken before. He was just there, talking with his friends, following his own routine. I was the anomaly. The one who went off script.

As I crossed that courtyard and our eyes met, I knew I wasn’t going to make it to class. It didn’t matter. I had already accepted the absence. What I didn’t know was everything else I was about to lose that day.

“Kyojuro. Kyojuro Rengoku!” he said with a bright smile, extending his hand to me.

I was still a little breathless from all the running I had done in vain. When had he even approached me? And why?

It was then I really took in his appearance for the first time. He was beautiful. The sharp cut of his jaw, the structure of his face, the way his biceps showed beneath his compression shirt… This man had the physique of a Greek god.

It took me a moment to respond, but I finally managed.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it politely. His palm was callused. As I looked up to meet his gaze, I was struck by the intensity in his eyes, so full of passion, it was almost overwhelming.

How could someone’s aura be that strong? Was he like this with everyone?

I wish I could say that was the last conversation we ever had but I guess, after years of a boring, predictable life, the universe decided to throw me a curveball.

Turns out, I’m terrible at playing catch.

What started as occasional run ins on campus turned into studying together in the library. The studying turned into grabbing coffee. Then dinner. And now… here.

Kyojuro has been my boyfriend for over three years now. To the outside world, he’s the standard: the healthy gym guy, a Dean’s List education major, always smiling, always positive, the kind of person people are drawn to without even trying.

That’s what they think.

The truth is, my boyfriend is probably the most mentally unhealthy person I’ve ever met.

A few months into our officially labeled relationship, I started noticing subtle shifts in his behavior. He kept up the cheerful, bubbly front, but small red flags began creeping to the surface slowly, but unmistakably.

“You shouldn’t go to that,” he said plainly, taking a bite of his lunch.

We were sitting in the campus cafeteria, eating together like we usually did. I had just told him about an invite I got, some girls from my class were planning to go out to dinner.

“What? Why not?” I asked, confused by his sudden shutdown. “It’s that nice place downtown. I haven’t had the chance to go yet.”

Kyojuro chewed slowly, then set his fork down. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” he said, voice calm. “You don’t really know those girls.”

I frowned. “I mean, we’ve had three classes together this semester. They’re nice.”

He gave a small, tight smile. “Nice doesn’t mean safe. You don’t know what kind of people they hang around with. You’ve told me yourself how spontaneous and unpredictable they can be.”

I blinked. “Okay, but its not like we are going to some frat party. It’s just dinner.”

He tilted his head, and his eyes softened, almost a little too much. “I know, love. I just… I worry, that’s all. You’re too trusting sometimes. I don’t want you getting caught up in a situation you didn’t ask for.”

His words were gentle, but I felt a strange knot forming in my chest.

“I can take care of myself, Kyo,” I said, a little more firmly than I meant to.

His smile faltered for a fraction of a second before returning. “Of course you can. I didn’t mean it like that.” He reached across the table and took my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “I just want you safe. With me, you’re safe. That’s all I want.”

I nodded slowly, but the lingering unease stayed with me long after lunch ended.

That should have tipped me off. I’ve always prided myself on being able to see people’s true intentions, even without knowing them for long. But with Kyojuro, it was different, almost impossible. Whatever role he was playing, he played it too well.

And that’s how I ended up here.

Staring at the text on my phone, one I’d become all too familiar with receiving lately.

Kyojuro | 5:30pm: “Saw on Life360 that you’re still on campus. Everything okay? I’ve been waiting at the apartment for a while now. No text. No update. Just kinda wondering what’s more important than keeping your word.”

I feel myself grip the phone a little tighter out of frustration.

Is he being serious right now? He knows some of our classes are running over because of finals. I’ve told him that. More than once.

As I start typing a response, another text from him comes through.

Kyojuro | 5:38pm: “I just don’t get why you couldn’t shoot me a quick message. You have your phone clearly, since you’re still on it.”

I wanted to throw my damn phone across the parking lot.

You’d think that after three years of this nonsense, I’d be used to it by now but I’m not. Kyojuro never fails to find some ridiculous reason to take issue with whatever I’m doing. It’s like he’s always looking for a problem.

Y/N | 5:45 PM:

I’m leaving campus right now, Kyojuro. My class ran over by 30 minutes. I told you that might happen with finals coming up.

Before I put my phone in my pocket it chimed again.

Kyojuro | 5:47 PM: “Got it. Would’ve been nice to know sooner. I’ve just been sitting here waiting. Hope it was worth it. Drive safe.”

I rolled my eyes and didn’t bother responding.

The drive home was frustrating. Honestly, I wanted to cancel on Kyojuro and just head back to my apartment to relax. My head was pounding from all the finals stress, and now he was just piling on with his usual nonsense.

I don’t even know why I’m acting surprised. None of this is new.

Around our second year together, the mask started to slip. The version of him I first met, the golden boy, the charming, upbeat boyfriend started fading. And yet, he still plays that role perfectly in front of other people. It’s almost impressive how well he keeps up the act.

But when we’re alone? He switches.

That warm, genuine smile he used to give me gets replaced by this hollow, rehearsed one. It’s like he’s performing for someone who’s not even there.

The sweet texts I used to get, morning check ins, and just little compliments after class turned into subtle interrogations. Questions laced with suspicion any time I was even slightly late to respond.

It’s a mess. Yet I’m still here.

I pulled into my usual parking spot at his apartment complex. When I got to the door, I unlocked it with the key he gave me, one of those small gestures that once made me feel special.

The moment I stepped inside, I was hit with the warm, mouthwatering smell of food and the cozy ambiance that always seemed to wrap his apartment in a calm, inviting glow.

I can say what you want about Kyojuro, he might be a crazy person but his apartment didn’t reflect that. It was clean, thoughtfully decorated, and somehow always smelled like cinnamon and fresh laundry.

Too bad the peace never lasted once he opened his mouth.

I shut the door behind me and slipped off my coat and shoes. When I looked up, I saw him standing at the stove, stirring the beef stew he’d made us.

He didn’t turn around.

“You made it,” Kyojuro said, his voice too calm to be casual.

“I told you I was coming,” I said as I stepped further into the apartment.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Thirty five minutes late, but yeah. Better late than never, right?”

I paused, crossing my arms. “Okay, but you do remember finals are next week, right? It’s not like I was out partying.”

He finally turned to face me, ladle in hand, a tight smile on his lips. “I’m just saying, it would’ve been nice to get a heads up.”

I sighed and dropped my bag by the couch. I never win this game so I’m not even going to try. “You’re right. I should’ve texted you sooner. My bad. I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

He watched me for a second longer than necessary, then nodded slowly.

“It’s fine,” he said, his voice softening. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Smells amazing,” I offered, stepping into the kitchen. “I’m starving.”

Kyojuro’s shoulders relaxed a little, and the tightness in his jaw eased.

“I used extra garlic,” he said, setting the ladle down and reaching for the bowls. “The way you like it.”

That made me smile, just a little. “Thanks. I could honestly eat a whole pot by myself right now.”

He chuckled under his breath and handed me a bowl. “Then I’m glad I made extra. Thought we could eat on the couch tonight. I got out your favorite blanket.”

I blinked. “You did?”

“Of course I did.” He gave me a softer smile this time, one that almost looked like the old Kyojuro I used to know. “I know things have been stressful for you. I just want you to feel better.”

My chest tightened a little, conflicted by the warmth in his voice and the sting from earlier. “I appreciate that.”

We carried our bowls over to the couch. He grabbed the blanket and tucked it around my legs before sitting down beside me, close but not pressing.

“I missed you today,” he said quietly, almost like a confession. “Even if I don’t always say it the right way.”

I looked over at him. “I missed you too.”

We watched TV and talked while we ate. The stew was really good, comforting in the way only a home cooked meal can be. Kyojuro told me about his classes and what he did at the gym today. The conversation flowed surprisingly well. It felt… normal.

At least, until it was my turn to talk about my day.

Kyojuro has my location 24/7, yet somehow still gets irritated when I don’t verbally walk him through every place I go. I started telling him about my 9 a.m. class, then mentioned the break I had afterward and how I went to that café near campus since he had class at the time.

The moment I said it, I saw his expression faltered, just for a second. Barely noticeable, but I knew him too well by now.

I kept going, acting like I hadn’t noticed the shift. I talked about the rest of my classes, a quiz we reviewed, and a project I was behind on.

But I could feel it in the air. That quiet tension creeping back in. Like he was waiting for the moment to bring it up.

He nodded along as I talked, eyes on me but distant, like he wasn’t really listening anymore, just waiting for his turn.

When I finally paused to take a sip of water, he spoke, his voice calm and casual.

“That café again, huh?”

I glanced at him. “Yeah, just grabbed a tea and studied for a bit. It was quiet.”

He gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You go there a lot when I’m not around.”

I raised an eyebrow. “It’s close to campus, Kyo. And you were in class.”

“Right,” he said, nodding. “I just think it’s interesting you never mention it unless I ask.”

I blinked. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

He laughed lightly, shaking his head. “It’s not. It’s just… you used to tell me everything. Now I find things out after the fact. Makes me wonder what else I’m not hearing about.”

There it was.

“That’s not fair,” I said quietly. “I’m not hiding anything. I just didn’t think every stop I make needed to be reported.”

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers over my knee. “I’m not accusing you of anything, love. I just want to feel like I’m still part of your world. Lately, it’s felt like you’re keeping parts of it to yourself.”

His touch was soft. His words were gentle. But underneath, I could feel it, the way he twisted the conversation until I was the one who had done something wrong.

Like I said, when I first came to college, I had this strong sense of independence, relying solely on myself. In a weird way, it gave me a sense of pride. Freedom, even.

But Kyojuro had made it his personal mission to tear that independence down. Piece by piece. He knew everything about me, where I was, who I was with, what I was doing at all times.

At first, I was okay with it. I told myself it was just him caring. That it meant he loved me.

But these dumb, petty conversations, the passive jabs, the subtle guilt trips were starting to wear me down. They crawled under my skin in ways I couldn’t ignore anymore.

And tonight, I could feel it building.

I was about to lose it.

I took a breath and forced a smile, trying to keep my tone light. “Kyo, can we not do this tonight? I’m exhausted, and I really just wanted to eat and relax.”

He leaned back against the couch, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “Relaxing’s easy when you don’t have to worry about keeping someone in the loop, I guess.”

My smile dropped.

I stared at him, stunned for a second, because really?

“Are you serious right now?” I said, the heat in my voice rising before I could stop it. “I told you exactly where I was, I told you I had class, and you still find a way to twist it into something shady?”

He blinked, caught off guard, but I didn’t stop.

“You have my location constantly, Kyojuro. You get real time updates on my every move. What more do you want? a written itinerary? A timestamped photo every time I grab a coffee?”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “I never said you were doing anything wrong—”

“No, you never say it. You just imply it. You act like I’m lying or sneaking around when I’m literally just living my life. You say you trust me, but it feels like I’m always under surveillance.”

The room went quiet.

I could feel my heart pounding, my breath shaky. But I didn’t take it back.

For once, I wasn’t going to.

Kyojuro sat back slowly, his hands folded in his lap. From the outside, he looked composed, calm, even but I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way his eyes didn’t blink, the way his fingers twitched ever so slightly.

When he spoke, his voice was low. Controlled. Too controlled.

“You’re really talking to me like this?” he said, eyes fixed on mine. “After everything I’ve done for you?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I was too busy watching the walls go back up behind his eyes.

“I give you everything, Y/N. My time, my attention, my effort. I put you first always. And now you’re standing there accusing me of trying to control you?” He let out a short breath through his nose, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”

His voice didn’t rise, but it didn’t have to.

“I guess I was wrong about you,” he added, quieter now, but it landed like a slap. “I thought you were different. I thought you wanted someone who actually cared.”

I felt that twist in my gut again the one he always managed to find and press on just hard enough to make me second guess everything.

My heart dropped.

There it was, that quiet, cutting disappointment in his voice that always found a way to wrap around my throat and squeeze.

“I… I’m not saying you don’t care,” I said, my voice faltering as the fight started to leave me. “I know you do. I know you try.”

Kyojuro didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, that wounded expression on his face like I’d kicked him.

“I just…” I rubbed my hand over my forehead, trying to steady my breathing. “I’ve just been stressed. Everything feels heavy right now and God, maybe I am being defensive, I don’t know. But it’s not because I’m hiding anything.”

My throat tightened, and I felt the sting behind my eyes. I hated crying in front of him especially like this. But the pressure had cracked something open in me.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you’re not enough, or like I don’t appreciate what you do. I do, Kyo. I swear I do.”

I looked at him, waiting for any sign that he heard me, really heard me.

Kyojuro finally moved.

He reached out, cupping my cheek with a tenderness that almost made me flinch. His thumb brushed just under my eye, catching a tear before it could fall.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice soft soothing, almost. “I knew you’d understand once you calmed down.”

I nodded slightly, unsure if it was agreement or just surrender.

He leaned in, pressing a light kiss to my forehead. “You’ve just been overwhelmed. That’s all. Finals, stress, all that pressure it’s been messing with your head. Making you say things you don’t really mean.”

I felt my stomach twist, but I said nothing.

“You don’t have to carry everything on your own, Y/N. That’s why I’m here,” he continued, brushing his fingers through my hair. “To protect you. Even from yourself sometimes.”

His words settled heavy on my chest, and before I could respond, he gently pulled me into his arms.

“Let’s not fight anymore, okay?” he whispered against my temple. “I hate seeing you upset.”

And just like that, the conversation was over.

He had me right where he wanted me, folded back into his arms, quiet, guilt ridden, and wrapped up in the illusion that this was love.

A gasp escaped my lips as he pinned me down to the mattress, his bed had always been so comfortable. Before I could say anything he silenced me with his lips on mine. He wasn’t going easy on me tonight, I must have done a number on him.

Kyojuro broke the kiss and started to trail his lips down my neck, stopping at my collarbone to kiss and suck there too. He made quick work of removing my shirt and panties. I undid my bra and tossed it across the room.

He kissed down my stomach and settled right above my pussy, he didn’t even waste time teasing me tonight, he dived right in, burying his face in and going to town like he was starving for me. My breath hitched as he licked his way up to my clit and wrapped his lips around it, sucking it hard. I couldn’t help but moan out louder than I should, he alternated between sucking my clit and lapping me up. And he was too damn good at it.

I was so wet already, I knew I wouldn’t last long against his tongue. He was doing exactly what I needed. He looked up at me and I was immediately lost in his eyes, he looked so good between my legs.

I knew he was this crazy manipulative bastard, I knew he was a stalker and he wasn’t mentally stable, I knew none of this was smart. He had me exactly where he wanted me and I had no intentions of leaving right now.

I came hard in his mouth, my legs shaking around his head as he held onto my hips and continued to lick and suck me through my orgasm. He only stopped once I stopped shaking and my breathing evened out. He licked his lips and moved up my body until he was face to face with me again.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He demanded, his eyes dark with lust.

“I’m yours.” I panted back.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours!” I moaned.

“Good girl.” He praised me before claiming my lips once again. I could taste myself on his tongue and it made me feel so dirty and needy. I needed to have him inside me as soon as possible.

I didn’t know when he did but while he was going down on me he somehow managed to ditch his own pants. His cock was huge and hard. I bit my lip.

This is so fucked up, I should not be turned on my someone who literally makes my life miserable but I can’t help it.

My heart leaped out of my chest as he rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“K-Kyo you need a condom first—“ I gasped my back arching in pleasure as he pushed his full length inside me.

He’s so thick, I always felt so full with him.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want this,” he panted above me, his arms on either side of my head. “Look how wet you are. You’re practically begging for it.”

I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t want him to go back to being cold again so I nodded.

“Use your words, Y/N.” He demanded again.

“Yes.” I moaned. “I want it.”

“Good. I’ll take care of you.” He started to thrust and I moaned, arching my back into him. He felt amazing, stretching me, filling me to the hilt.

I was on the pill, I knew I was fine but… the condoms just helped to ease my anxiety, but I guess nows not the time to mention it.

He didn’t bother with any slow build up, he fucked into me hard and fast. He leaned down to kiss me again and it was all too much, my body felt so good. It was like I had been starving and he was finally giving me what I craved. I could feel my orgasm building again and I knew this one wouldn’t take long to get to.

He broke the kiss again, his lips trailing down my neck as he fucked me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on.

He was angry, he was angry with me to finally having the nerve to snap at him, I knew he’d never change and he was here now reminding me why I stay. Why I let him control me. Why I was his.

He grunted in my ear as he bottomed out inside me. He wrapped his arms under my back, his fingers gripping the back of my shoulders as he pounded into me. I moaned loudly, my pussy clamping down around him. I felt myself cumming, my orgasm crashing into me with a wave of pleasure. I clung to him as he continued to fuck me, riding me through my orgasm.

I felt him grab my hips and flip me over on my stomach like I was weightless. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up before he slammed into me from behind.

The new position had his cock rubbing against a different spot and I cried out as a new wave of pleasure washed over me. He fucked into me even harder than before. He let go of one of my hips to grab onto my hair, using it to pull my head back until I was looking back at him.

“So fucking tight.” He panted. “So good for me.”

I whined, arching my back and pushing back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Such a good girl.” He grunted. “My perfect girl.”

I felt a gush of wetness around his cock as he called me perfect. I was addicted to the way he made me feel. I loved the way his voice got breathy and his words became choppy when he got close. My pussy clamped down around his cock and I felt him stiffen above me with a groan as he emptied himself inside me.

I felt my eyes roll back, it was so warm. My mind was in a haze. I could feel him pepper kisses on my face, whispering apologies and sweet nothings as he pulled out and cleaned me up.

I was so tired, and my eyes couldn’t stay open any longer.

.

.

.

The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting the apartment in pale gold. The air was still, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the city waking up outside.

I stirred under the covers, my body aching slightly, a dull reminder of the night before. Kyojuro’s arm was draped around my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep.

For a moment, I just laid there silently, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, my heart somewhere between numb and conflicted.

Last night had blurred into something intimate his hands on my skin, his lips murmuring apologies between kisses, during his aftercare. Promises that felt sweet in the dark.

Kyojuro shifted beside me, eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning, love,” he whispered, voice gravelly with sleep. He leaned in and kissed my shoulder, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“Morning,” I replied quietly, trying to smile.

He propped himself up on one elbow, brushing my hair back from my face. “You feeling better today?”

I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be feeling. Everything inside me felt… tangled.

“Good,” he said, giving me that soft, boyish smile. “I hated fighting with you. Let’s not let little things get between us anymore, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, almost automatically.

Kyojuro got up and stretched before heading to the kitchen. “I’ll make breakfast.”

I watched as he pulled on his boxers and disappeared out of the bedroom before I could even say anything.

I could hear him as he moved around the kitchen, humming softly, as if last night hadn’t happened. Like all the tension had suddenly disappeared in his mind.

But I couldn’t move. I just laid there in bed, staring at the ceiling still.

Because deep down, I already knew: this wasn’t the end of anything. It was just another loop in a cycle I didn’t know if I could break.

Weeks passed. Finals ended. Campus slowly emptied out as students fled home for the summer, stress lifting just slightly from my life.

But had anything truly changed?

Of course not.

Kyojuro was still the same closeted, bipolar maniac who couldn’t be content with me for even one full day. If anything, the calm that came after finals just gave him more time to pick apart my every move. It was nerve racking.

I suddenly felt my phone buzz in my pocket with a text from kyojuro.

Kyojuro | 11:42 AM: “Noticed you left your place about 20 minutes ago. Where you headed?”

No “good morning.” No “how are you?” Just straight to the point. Straight to tracking me.

I stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. I took a second and looked at my surroundings as I sat on a bench in the city park.

He already knew where I was. He could see it. But he always asked anyway as if hearing me say it out loud gave him some kind of authority over it.

I sat there for a moment, the phone still in my hand, screen glowing with his message.

And then something in my brain, some quiet, rational voice that had been buried under guilt and habit finally spoke up.

This is stupid.

He could already see where I was. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I didn’t owe him some weird play by play of my life.

So I didn’t answer.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket, leaned against the bench, and let the silence settle around me. For once, I let myself not respond.

It felt small. But it felt like something.

Ten minutes passed.

Then fifteen.

The peace I’d tried to hold onto started to unravel the moment my phone buzzed again.

Kyojuro | 12:01 PM: “Is everything okay?

You usually answer faster than this.”

Another buzz.

Kyojuro | 12:03 PM: “Not trying to be annoying. Just making sure you’re safe.

You know how my brain gets when I don’t hear from you.”

I stared at the messages, my jaw tightening.

There it was, that same old trick. Disguising control as concern. Playing the victim. Reminding me that his anxiety was somehow my responsibility.

He knew exactly what strings to pull.

And part of me wanted to text back, just to make it stop.

I sat on that bench a little longer, maybe 30 minutes, letting my heartbeat settle just enjoying this rare feeling. My phone stayed face down beside me, silent for once. It felt good. Liberating, even.

Until I heard footsteps.

I didn’t think much of it at first. It was a public park, after all.

But then I heard my name.

“Y/N.”

My eyes snapped open.

Kyojuro was standing a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

My stomach dropped.

He smiled tight, polite. Not the kind that reached his eyes.

“I was in the area,” he said simply, like that explained everything. “Figured I’d stop by. You weren’t answering, and I started to get worried.”

I stared at him, trying to find my voice. “You tracked me.”

He tilted his head slightly, like I’d said something stupid. “No, I checked on you. Big difference.”

I stood slowly, every muscle in my body going tense. “You are supposed to be in class.”

“I left early,” he said with a shrug. “Thought spending time with you was more important.”

And just like that, my peaceful moment was gone, replaced with the cold weight of being watched, followed, owned.

I opened my mouth to respond to Kyojuro, but before I could get a word out, a voice called from a few steps away.

“Y/N? From MAT 100?”

I turned instinctively.

It was a guy from my class. Kenji, I think. He’d asked for my notes a few times when he missed lectures. Nice enough. Harmless.

I sat up a little straighter, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Kenji smiled as he walked over. “Hey! Just wanted to say thanks again for those notes last week. I ended up doing way better on that quiz than I thought I would.”

I smiled back. “Glad they helped.”

But as he got closer, I felt a shift in the air.

I glanced to the side.

Kyojuro hadn’t moved. But his expression, his whole energy had changed.

Gone was the tight, practiced smile. His jaw was clenched, lips pressed into a thin line, amber eyes fixed on Kenji with something unreadable but unmistakably dark behind them.

My blood ran cold.

He wasn’t saying anything. He didn’t have to.

That look said everything.

Fortunately, Kenji didn’t seem to notice Kyojuro practically staring bullets through him. He kept talking, casual and upbeat, rambling a little about the upcoming project we had for class.

“Professor says we’ll probably have to pair up, but I doubt she’ll actually assign groups,” he said, laughing. “You thinking of working solo, or…?”

I nodded along, trying to seem natural. Relaxed. Normal.

But my smile was tight, and my shoulders were stiff. Because behind Kenji, I could feel Kyojuro standing motionless, burning a hole through the moment with his silence. No warm smile. No friendly greeting. Just heat and stillness, like a storm waiting to crack open.

It wasn’t like him at all, not in public.

And that scared me more than if he’d caused a scene.

I forced a laugh. “I haven’t really decided yet. Finals kind of fried my brain.”

Kenji chuckled. “Yeah, same. Well, I’ll let you get back to your day. Just wanted to say hey.”

“Thanks, Kenji. See you in class.”

He gave a small wave and walked off, totally unaware that he’d just stepped through a minefield and somehow made it out untouched.

The second he was out of earshot, I slowly turned to Kyojuro.

He still hadn’t moved.

“That was Kenji Takahashi,” I said, trying to sound casual, like I wasn’t standing next to a live wire. “He’s in my math class, he just asks me for notes sometimes.”

Kyojuro didn’t say anything right away. His eyes were still locked on the path Kenji had walked down, like he was memorizing every step.

Then, slowly, he turned his gaze to me.

“I gathered that,” he said quietly.

His tone wasn’t raised. There was no anger in his voice. But it was the calm that made it worse. It was sharp, cold, measured.

“You seemed… pretty comfortable,” he added, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Laughing, smiling. Didn’t even introduce me.”

I stiffened. “He didn’t even notice you standing there.”

“Oh, he noticed,” Kyojuro said. “He just didn’t care.”

There it was. The edge beneath the calm.

“I’m not doing this right now,” I said, taking a step back.

But he stepped forward, just enough to close the space I’d tried to reclaim.

“Of course not,” he said softly. “You never want to talk when you know you’re in the wrong.”

“Okay, fine,” I said, throwing my hands up slightly. “Look, Kyo, I’m sorry. I should’ve answered your texts, I get that. But that had nothing to do with Kenji—”

“Didn’t it?” he cut in, his voice still quiet but laced with accusation.

I blinked. “No. It didn’t.”

Kyojuro tilted his head slightly, that same unsettling calm still draped over him like a mask. “So you just happened to ignore me and end up alone in a park with some guy from your class? And you’re laughing, and smiling, and what? You forgot I existed?”

His words stung more than I expected them to.

“I wasn’t alone with him,” I shot back. “He saw me sitting here and said hi. That’s all it was.”

“Do you know how that looked?” he said, stepping in closer now, eyes locked on mine. “Do you know what I felt, standing there, watching you act like I wasn’t even there?”

I swallowed hard, heat rising in my chest.

“You’re making something out of nothing,” I said, my voice cracking just a little.

“No, Y/N,” he said, and now the calm cracked too. Just a bit. “You made it something when you chose to ignore me.”

He let the words hang there, heavy and cruel in their simplicity.

I suddenly felt a real unease crawl up my spine sharp, cold, and undeniable.

This wasn’t just a tense conversation anymore.

I was scared.

“Hey… okay,” I said softly, forcing my voice to stay calm. “I’m sorry, Kyojuro. Please don’t be angry. I won’t do it again.”

His eyes stayed on me for a long second, unblinking. Then, finally, his expression softened just a little.

He let out a slow breath and stepped back, giving me space, but not enough to feel safe.

“I’m not angry,” he said, his voice low. “Just hurt. You know how much I love you, right?”

I nodded, even though my throat felt too tight to speak.

“I just need you to show me that you love me too,” he added, reaching out to brush his fingers gently against my arm. “That’s all I ever want, dove.”

He smiled again. Soft, warm, familiar. But now, it didn’t comfort me.

It terrified me.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too.”

He watched me closely, like he was waiting to see if I meant it.

I swallowed hard. “Is there… is there anything I can do to ease your mind? Or help you feel more comfortable?”

I was grasping at straws, just trying to diffuse whatever this was, whatever it could become. Just trying to say the right thing.

Kyojuro’s eyes softened again, like I’d given him the exact answer he wanted.

“That means a lot,” he said gently, stepping close enough to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “You saying that… it really does help.”

I forced a smile.

“But if you really want to make me feel better,” he added, voice barely above a whisper now, “maybe don’t go off the grid. Just a quick text. Just so I know you’re safe. So I don’t… imagine the worst.”

I nodded quickly. “Okay. Yeah. I can do that.”

He smiled again and leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Good girl.”

And just like that, I knew he felt in control again.

But me?

I’d never felt smaller.

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Hello, Tumblr!

I know it’s been a few months, sorry for disappearing. Unfortunately, I got wrapped up in classes, and my 3.5 year relationship ended, so I’ve been working through a lot during this time. I hope you all understand. I promise I’m not completely lazy, lol.

Fatal Attraction is currently on hiatus until I can get some creative juices flowing. I truly apologize for the wait. In the meantime, I hope some random one shots will hold you over.

Thank you all so much for the continued love and support! <3

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 10. Keeping Tabs

A little study time (well, an attempt at it) with Bodhi one night in the quadrant in the lead up to Presentation Day.

Set Pre Fourth Wing/Books

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

Black Dahlia Masterlist | Masterlist

As per usual the library is quiet as hell. The only noise is the crackling of the fire next to me. It wasn’t quite cold enough for a fire, but the temperature had definitely dropped in the last few weeks as we’d entered September and I welcomed any chance to sit by a fire. It was one of the few things that had brought me comfort back in my room.

Most winter nights I would sit in the chair by the fire in my room reading. Something I had missed due to leaving all my books behind when I’d come here. And sadly the small library in the riders quadrant and the scribes only had historical texts. Something I really needed to change as soon as possible if I could. I’d even debated sneaking back to my room to grab some of them, but knowing my father my stuff was long gone.

The door to the library bangs open, followed my some muffled curses as I am pulled from my thoughts. As I scan the bookshelves behind me, I note the footsteps getting closer and closer to where I sit in front of the fire. A few moments later the familiar curly black hair of Bodhi peeks around the edge of one of the bookshelves, a grin forming on his face as his eyes meet mine.

”Knew I would find you here.” He says excitedly as he steps around the bookshelf heading over to me.

”Don’t you usually go to the gym with your two shadows on Wednesday nights?” I ask as I return to my book as Bodhi starts pulling out his from his pack as he sits next to me. ”Watch out Dahlia, someone might think you actually care.” He teases before I throw my pot of ink at him, which he catches easily. Lucky for him it was closed. ”I don’t care.” I say with a smirk as I look up at him.

Over the last few weeks Bodhi had wormed his way through my walls, and I actually did consider him a friend along with Austin and Liz. Between having all our classes together and training together a few days a week after classes, we’d easily fallen into our own little friendship group. Something I had told myself I wouldn’t do and wouldn’t need to get through the quadrant. Something I hadn’t had since that day my mother had died. But here I was two months later, and I couldn’t deny I enjoyed having friends again after all these years. ”You sure? Seems like you’re keeping tabs on me. Or maybe you’re keeping tabs on someone else?” He mocks as he wiggles his eyebrows at me, handing the pot of ink out to me. ”I promise you, I am not keeping tabs on anyone. You three aren’t exactly hard to spot wandering around the Quadrant. Especially with that giant lumbering oaf walking around with you.” I throw back as I take the pot of ink from him. Bodhi just sighs and shakes his head at me. It wasn’t the first time I’d made a stab at Garrick. He’d barely said more than a few words to me since that first round of challenges where I had very much proven him wrong. Something I knew infuriated him. Here and there he’d made jabs at me before I walked onto the mat, or when I’d come to grab Bodhi for training. All of which I had ignored. If he wanted to hate me for my name, then so be it. I wasn’t going to bend over backwards to prove him wrong. I knew my name came with a reputation, as did his. But clearly he didn’t want to overlook it. Bodhi had tried to convince me a few times to give him a chance.

”He’s really not that bad Dahlia.” Trying yet again to convince me to give Garrick a chance. ”Well he has done little to prove otherwise. So unless he wants to pull his head out of his ass, then I will continue to call him whatever comes to mind.” I tell him sternly before turning back to my book.

”You did well on the Gauntlet today.” He says, changing the subject with ease, clearly getting the hint I did not want to talk about Garrick. ”Barely. I fumbled on those damn balls again.” I say as I recall the moment my heart had dropped when I’d nearly lost my grip on one of the balls today. ”And yet you still had the fastest time today. You need to stop being so hard on yourself.”

Easier said than done. Despite Bodhi getting through the walls I’d built up over the years, I hadn’t told him what had happened all those years ago. Why I was the way I was. And why failure was not an option for me. Any slip up was a failure in my fathers eyes, and I prayed no word got back to him today of my slip up. As much as his opinion didn’t matter to me, I wanted to prove him wrong. ”You know I can’t do that.” I say back in what I hope passes as a joking tone. I breathe a sigh of relief when Bodhi shakes his head and laughs at me. “Oh trust me I know. One day you wont though. I’ll make sure of it.”

I can’t help but feel emotional at Bodhi’s words. Just like Garrick he should hate me. Despise me for my father and what he had done. But he didn’t. Since he’d stood next to me in the Rotunda, he had looked right through that. Been able to accept me as someone besides the weight of my last time. Hell even Xaden had somehow. Though it still felt like he was a little cautious of me at times, but I put that mostly down to Garrick who was always by his side. ”Let’s get through Presentation Day and hopefully Threshing first, then you can work on that.”

Presentation day was only two days away. Meaning we were four away from Threshing. Just four more days and I would hopefully bond a dragon. Bond a dragon and become a rider like I always wanted. The last time I had been close to a dragon was that day. Father now allowing me anywhere near one since then. Would I panic and run like I should have done immediately that day? Or even worse, would I meet the fate that was nearly my own that day? No. I would bond a dragon. I would do it.

”I feel like getting you to be not so hard on yourself is going to be easier than that.” He says with a sigh before leaning back in his chair and staring at the roof. “You scared?”

I close my book, finally giving up on studying now Bodhi was here. Which was a regular occurrence if he found me. “You’re probably expecting me to say no, but honestly I’m scared shitless.”

Which I was. Mixed with not knowing how I would react, I was also terrified I would come face to face with a dragon and panic. Become frozen to the ground with fear and become a pile of ash on the floor just like….

”You’re right.” Bodhi says cutting my thoughts off. “Nothing seems to phase you. But I’d probably think you weren’t human if you weren’t scared of facing off with a dragon.”

If only you knew Bodhi.

”What colour do you think you’ll bond?” I ask as I try steer the conversation away from facing a dragon.

”I don’t know. Never really thought about it I guess. I seem to be drawn to Green Dragons whenever Kaori talks about them. What about you?”

”Blue.” I say without missing a beat causing Bodhi to glance over at me. “I’ve always been drawn to Blue Dragons. But they’re incredibly rare to bond with.”

”Xaden said he was the first one in a few years to bond a Blue and the only one in his year as well.”

I nod in agreement. They were very hard to bond with. Blue Dragons had the highest fatality rate for cadets during Threshing. Even Kaori had advised us to run instead of try bonding a blue. Meaning if I wanted to bond a Blue, I needed to be certain of the one I approached.

”Well here’s hoping we bond the colours we want and come out victorious in a few days time.” I say as I look over at Bodhi who is already smiling at me.

”Don’t worry, we will Dahlia.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting high on Guys Night?

I (21M) am a history major in college. I've accidentally befriended a group of 6 guys who I share classes with - most of them are also history majors, and they're all big fans of football and sports in general. They all played sports in high school, as well, and they go to the gym together sometimes and at least one of them is in a frat. I say accidentally because I am not a gym bro or a sports fan - I'm an autistic nerd and never went to any parties in high school (unless you count MTG meetups in my local game store). They're all roughly the same age as me. They invited me to go to a sports bar with them, and they all seemed nice and I still hadn't made any friends since transferring so I agreed.

I know nothing about football. But they were all nice and explained things to me and we still had a great time. We would talk during the slow parts/commercial breaks. It's been a couple months and I still don't understand everything (I stopped asking because I didn't want to bother them) but I still go and try and watch the game because it's still enjoyable and I like spending time with them.

Well, a few weeks into these meetups and one of the guys "Aaron" (22M) and I got there a bit early and he offered me some of his blunt. I'm a bit of a lightweight so I did get high, but it was manageable. I also found that it helped me focus on the game, and it made the loudness of the bar a lot more tolerable. I had a pack of gummies my sister bought and left there (she was visiting and said I could have the rest), so I started taking them when we'd meet up to watch the game. I'll admit, most of the game nights I've been a bit high. On other nights/meetups I don't get high, it's mostly just a football thing.

Well, one of the guys "Brian" caught on and said it was rude and if I care that little about football then I didn't have to come. I said I really enjoy the meetups so I'd stop getting high, but Aaron stepped in and said it was fine. Aaron said it wasn't noticeable that I was high since I didn't smell and I was acting normally and they only knew because I told them (one of them offered me a gummy and I said no and that I had already taken one). Brian kept arguing that it was rude and that I "clearly don't give a shit about their interests" and started raising his voice so I decided to leave and Aaron left with me. Now the rest of the group is torn.

No one in the group has any issues with using substances (after all, a lot of our meetups are at a bar) and all of them have used marijuana at one point (including Brian).

AITA for getting high on game night?

What are these acronyms?

[sillygoblinantics]

Back to my regularly scheduled Lily tearing

*ahem*

“Jock Imoen”

My good mutual @agramuglia covered everything up to Gen 8 in his multi-stream and comprehensive compilation/analysis of Lily orchards over six hour cognitive hazardous brain vomit barely digested review of the main line games of the Pokémon franchise.

And of course, she got many things wrong, so when ant stopped after gen 8 I took it upon myself to finish it for ant and my arceus did I suffer for lilys pokesins.

And let’s get this out of the way:

No she didn’t play arceus because she couldn’t handle the amount of control changes and lore that went into that beautiful (imo) game.

No she didn’t play the dlcs. And frankly I’m glad she didn’t because we all know she’d make the sibling story of Kieran and Carmine weird (and perverted) but she’d misinterpret the entire arc he goes through in all three dlcs)

So how fucking wrong did Lily get with scarlet and violet?

Everything

Points to get out of the way before my reason of pain:

She continues to imply that pennie is a stalker, saying she’s the worst person who shouldn’t be redeemed and that team star terrible. Yes the bullied outsiders who formed a group to stand up to the bullies and later try to breakup only to meet up and assure Pennie that they love her and remind her that they’ll be friends even if the team splits up. In the dlc they’re even working to better themselves for Pennie trying to surprise her even. And yes Lily PROJECTS SO MUCH ONTO PENNIE!

Misgenders grusha (the beautiful snowboarder champ now depressed and detached gym leader who you learn more about the intropersonal conflict of in the dlc!)

No she doesn’t take the classes (doesn’t understand there’s more to the game or)

… continuing from the previous point: SHE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT THE RUINOUS POKÉMON NEVER MENTIONS THEM ONCE

She leaves out the fact Nemona teaches the players about terastalization before you even get to the academy!

She disrespects the entire story line and arc of our boy Arven nor does she fucking cry over the mabostiff arc

Never explains how she got ceruledge. At all

Complains and uses spiderverse as a way to talk about crunch time (LILY I SWEAR TO FUCKING MEW IF TALK ABOUT THE INDUSTRY ANY MORE I WILL REVOKE YOUR INTERNET ACCESS)

She brings up kingdom hearts

11. Never addresses the music or even gen one references

12. (Yes that’s a loss joke)

Now that we got those out of the way, allow me to rant:

OUT OF THE PAST 9 GENS, THE CAST OF FRIENDS IN SCARLET AND VIOLET HAVE THE MOST DEPTH AND PERSONALITY! THEY HAVE SO MANY SIDES THAT UNFOLD AS YOU FOLLOW(KEY WORD BEING FOLLOW) THEIR STORYLINES!

Lily you continue to prove your mental decline and intolerance to human traits and habits and devolve into a fucking ameba! Nemona from the start is not a jock. She is a himbo, she is the current/new student council president of the academy, she’s the champion and she is an only child of absent parents in a big *empty* home, her parents are running around who knows where and she most definitely has undiagnosed adhd or add, she has trouble with socializing because of her confident and pure genuine enthusiasm. She had trouble catching her own pokemon and even throwing which is why she wears that glove so she mostly rents out pokemon from the academy. When your character moves in she’s hoping to not just have a friend, but someone to rival her in battle, because she’s beat the league and everyone is afraid in some way of her because of how forward and high energy she is. The REASON SHE’S SO “CLINGY” IS BECAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME SHE HAS SOMEONE WHO ISNT AFRAID OF HER REQUEST TO BATTLE! She’s mindful and has had to realize that which is sad if you’re a kid who is as high energy and has trouble waiting to speak. (A bit personal on my end but thats the read) NEMONA IS NOT YOUR JOCK SISTER GIRLFRIEND YOU INEPT PERVERTED CANADIAN FUCKWAD!

LILY LEAVE MY MASTER CHEF SON AND HIS PUBBI DOG ALONE BEFORE I GET THE SANDAL AND BEAT YOUR PASTY WHITER THAN MILK ASS UNTIL YOU SUBMIT AND APOLOGIZE! Arven, is a boy who lives in the shadow of his absent parents who were renowned scientists, he wasn’t given the attention he needed at some point when they got busy with research but after having to leave area zero due to a grievous injury/trauma his truly only family member received he was cooped up in the lighthouse he once lived in with his parents. Arven holds so much resentment to his parents because he (validly) feels abandoned by them as they pushed him aside. Hell, he even shows a grudge and envy to our player when he learns his parent is talking to us in secret! The most painful thing we learn by the end is, arven’s mom and dad… died… they had been dead for quite some time and sadly only synthetic programmed copies of them survived but then they have to leave… arven’s story is him learning that he isnt in his parent’s shadow and realizing he doesn’t have to be alone. The friends made are his family- oh before i forget- THERE IS MORE LORE IN THE FUCKING CLASSES! THE HOME EC TEACHER WORRIES ABOUT ARVEN AND HAS A STORY LINE WITH HIM IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO STUDY! Arven is a sad grumpy puppy, leave him alone you cynical mustache twirling puppy stomping carbon copy villain stereotype!

LEAVE MY VEE-VEE LOVING INTROVERT ALONE YOU NTH ROOM BROWSING TROGLODYTE! Penny out of the two others has present parents, her dad, who is revealed to be peonie in the dlc, is just loves and cares about her but pennie is going through that phase where “ugh my parents are so annoying with how much they care” type personality. Kids like that exist. Penny is also a vastly intellectually gifted kid, she’s able to do so much with computers and coding and hell she used technology to make friends. She and team star are adorable. They were all bullied and penny thinking quickly hatched a plan to gather them together but when things got out of hand she panicked and thought to run from it. When you meet she takes note of how you respond to her “peril” and thinks of a way to get your help. She thinks that her friends hate her or dont hold her in high regard until you defeat each of them and get the full story. Hell I’ll grab a clip i saved! But she learns to come out of her shell during the main plot and that staying in her head she’ll shut the world and truth out. She’s also such a fucking mood!

Also lily, you hate her because she’s better than you are you eternal hermit!

As you can see I adore this game and while I have my qualms with it I still love it and the story because that’s what I care about and appreciate in this and previous games and with what I wanted said out of the way: that’s

[dlscenarios]

Thief - Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya x Reader | Persona 5

I have started pretty much EVERY format P5R comes in & I have finished NONE of them—

Things started getting weird when the infamous transfer student came to Shujin. He was the talk of the school. Everyone would whisper about how he's a criminal, how he "definitely killed someone", that he was "involved in drug deals."

When he walked into your homeroom class, you couldn't pull your eyes away from him. He didn't look like someone that would commit crimes.

Soon after, word got around that he and renowned troublemaker, Ryuji Sakamoto, had gotten in trouble with Kamoshida. Days later, a bright red card was plastered across the school. You took one off of the board and read it.

The note stated that whomever wrote it knew of Kamoshida's crimes and would make him pay for his sins. Putting the card into your bag, you walked away only to notice the transfer student, Ryuji, and Ann Takamaki whispering to each other. You sped away before they could notice you.

Everyone knew Kamoshida was evil, but the day he burst into the gym and confessed caught everyone off guard. This started talk of the "Phantom Thieves" being real.

Before leaving the gym, you approached the group of misfits, tapping the transfer student's shoulder. You asked him to meet you on the roof after school, which he agreed to.

You paced the roof in circles until the boy came through the door. After exchanging hellos, the two of you sat at the group of desks.

"We haven't officially met yet. My name's Y/N." You started, fidgeting with your fingers.

"I'm Akira. Nice to meet you." He gave you such a sweet smile. It was hard to believe this was the guy students were weary of. "I have a feeling you didn't want to meet here for just introductions, right?"

You shook your head, "No. It's about Kamoshida."

Akira perked up, adjusting in his seat before nodding for you to continue.

"Those cards from the other day. Signed the 'Phantom Thieves of Hearts'. Were they from you? I saw you, Ryuji and Ann talking close by. Plus, word is that Kamoshida wanted to expel you right before those cards showed up," You paused to pull out the calling card you had in your bag, "It says that they will make him confess his sins. The next day, he didn't show up to school and then today, he confessed to everything."

"Maybe the timing was just a coincidence." Akira responded, briefly glancing at the card.

"But it's suspicious! You showed up and it was like Shujin got flipped upside down! Kamoshida's been abusing students for years and if anyone opposed him, he ALWAYS won. Then you came and, magically, Kamoshida crumbles. It's too strange to be a coincidence."

Akira smirked.

"What if I WAS involved? You didn't want Kamoshida to stay the way he was, did you?"

You jumped out of your seat, "Of course not! I'm glad he's getting locked up! But...if you ARE a part of the Phantom Thieves, I won't tell anyone. I'm your ally."

Akira stood. "In that case," he gently placed his hand on your head, "Glad to have you on our side, Y/N."

You turned your head, "Yeah yeah. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help you guys."

~

After that rooftop encounter, you grew closer to Akira, Ann and Ryuji. You even grabbed the attention of Mishima, who asked if you could assist him with his Phantom Thieves website. You were there to greet the new thieves as they joined the squad. Akira had even asked you to hang out with him one-on-one numerous times.

Slowly but surely, you've begun to consider the band of misfits your friends.

One night, you were at Leblanc after Akira called, wanting you to try the coffee he'd learned to make.

You sipped, careful not to burn your tongue, and hummed. "It's delicious. You're getting better at this, 'Kira."

The black-haired boy smirked, dramatically posing.

"Guess you could say I've stolen your tastebuds."

You burst into laughter, grabbing onto the bar as to not fall off of the stool.

"That is the dumbest thing you've ever said to me!" You took a breath, trying to steady your voice, "Aren't criminals supposed to be sly?"

Akira shrugged, "Maybe I'm just special."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, maybe you are."

The thief leaned on the counter, looking at you with a soft gaze.

"You're special too, you know?"

"How?"

"Let's see. You were the first person to know we were the Phantom Thieves, you are willingly helping us even though it's dangerous, and you-" He gently booped your nose, "-are the cutest person I've ever met."

"Mmh." You leaned on your arm, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks. "You're cuter. Do you know how many students say you're the hottest criminal they've ever seen?"

Akira lowered himself to your level, looking into your eyes. "They don't have a chance with me though. I've already got someone I'm interested in."

"And who is that?"

"You." Akira rose to place a kiss to your head before walking away, taking off his apron. You buried your face in your arms.

Suddenly, you perked up and called out to Akira.

"Maybe you ARE a thief, because you've stolen my heart!"

[mr2swap]

Football this season

-calm down boy I got A+ on your exam it was a piece of cake for me, you're going to play American football again this season-

I flexed my huge arms to show my intellect and genetic superiority while the obese middle-aged man just looked at me sadly and jealously, he had been in Johnson's body for 2 days and had already stuffed the ass of the captain of the men's swim team and the basketball one, but the pathetic look behind those square glasses was the best reward.

I never tire of showing off those huge arms and those abs that the fags at school fall in love with, now I understand why all those athletes spend all day in the gym instead of in the library.

As an algebra teacher, every year I have a group of young idiots who beg me on their knees in front of my office to help them pass their exams. Qualifying so they could play the field, but he didn't need any of that crap, all he wanted was their lives.

Of course, the kids don't want a tutor or some kind of extra essay, they just want to bribe me with their parents' money to put a D+ on their exams, luckily I've found a way to take advantage of my situation.

I was never very popular when I was young, but now I get to live 1 week a month in the carefree life of an airhead jock while he lives my shitty life as an underpaid high school teacher with a small penis who still lives with mom, I used to believe that football was stupid, It feels fucking great to be the center of attention on the field Johnson hasn't even played a game since he entered high school all he does is train his body so that I get all the glory after winning the game.

From the moment I saw him enter my class I knew I would put my hands on that rather muscular and fucking handsome body, Johnson was always an idiot, most of the time he was talking to his friends in the back of the room or sleeping in my class.

Stealing the portable body swapping machine from the science fair 7 years ago was the best idea I've ever had, ever since then I've been secretly "helping" my students, Even the Principal has complimented me on my good work with the students .

Although being young and having all my hair is great, the part I enjoy the most is watching my students suffer in my body, after we return to our original bodies they become valedictorian, so they don't have to spend another week in my shoes But there are always Jocks or thugs lining up outside my classroom door for me to receive their bodies.

The rumors that the quarterback was found walking into a hotel while holding hands with an obese 60 year old man is just a small price for an A+, like I said my salary is a pittance so I don't see any of it. Bad at taking a little more of My new youth and charging a bunch of old Homos For worshiping my muscular arms, kissing my perfect abs And kissing my huge stinky feet.

Maybe in a couple of years when I retire I'll steal the body of the new master of chemistry, I wouldn't mind "teaching" again for a couple more years as long as I have this machine.

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[sweetiesicheng]

seventeen - reunion

the8 x reader

word count : 1,321

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can i not find my name? oh, there it is. geez, did they really have to put our photos on them?

you pick up a name tag that has your graduating year and a senior photo from high school. you clip it onto your shirt and walk into your high school gym.

man, this place looks so much nicer.

your high school reunion is being held in your high school gym. you look around, noticing the different colored walls and many sports banners hanging from the ceiling. basically everything is updated, even the old wooden bleachers had been replaced with newer looking ones.

"y/n?" you look over and notice someone looking at you. you immediately smile, recognizing the person as someone you used to hang out with. "it is you!"

"hi!" you greet them and walk over to them.

"it's been so long!"

you start talking to your friend and join a table of people that you used to hang out with. all of you talk about life and other things worth mentioning. all in all, just having a good time reminiscing your school days together.

"hey, look over there. it's them," someone says to everyone at your table. "still handsome as ever."

you look over and see a table with easily recognizable faces. it's a group of guys that everyone fawned over back in the day. sports team captains, talented musicians, a few class clowns, but they were and are still the most well known people from your school.

"kim mingyu got even more handsome..."

"hey, you're married now!"

"geez...we're not in high school anymore."

"excuse me?"

you turn your head and see a guy standing behind you. you turn your body more to face him.

"yes?"

"you're y/n, right?" he asks.

you nod in response.

"it's been awhile," he says with a smile. "i was in the math club with you. we made it to finals for one of the competitions because of you."

you raise your eyebrows and smile at him. "yes! i remember you," you reply to him. "sit, let's talk," you suggest and gesture him to pull up a chair.

you start to remember the guy as one of your friend's friends. the two of you were in a math club together, and you had helped him out a lot when he had moved to your school.

it turns out that he went to college and is seeing someone, which you were delighted to hear since you knew he got rejected back in high school. after talking for a bit, you get his phone number and promise to keep in contact with him. you don’t keep the conversation too long because both of you probably have more people to meet before the reunion ended.

after some time, you decide to walk around and mingle with others. it’s hard to recognize a few people, but luckily the name tags help you out. eventually, you make it to the table where the popular guys are sitting at.

"y/n!" seungkwan exclaims when you approach their table. "took you long enough to join us."

"hi strangers," you chuckle and stand near minghao. "hi sweetie," you greet him. you put your hands on his shoulders and lean in from behind to kiss his cheek.

minghao smiled at you, "hey."

"really just had to show off, huh?" chan sighs.

"they are cute together," seokmin points out.

"huh? wait, what is that?" seungkwan suddenly speaks, standing up to go over to you. then, he grabs your left hand and gasps at your wedding ring. "when did you two get married?!" he asks and lets go of your hand.

"married?"

"what?!"

you raise an eyebrow in confusion, "huh? you didn't tell them?" you ask and look at your husband.

"i thought it'd be funny if i didn't," minghao replies with a chuckle. all of your friends stare in bewilderment. "looks like you didn't tell your friends either," he says, looking over at the table you were sitting at previously. you notice some of your friends staring at you in shock.

"when did you guys get married?!" mingyu asks.

"last weekend," you answer and show off your wedding ring to them, "we just got the marriage certificate done and had a small family thing," you mention. "we were supposed to announce it a few days, but it looks like both of us didn't," you say with a laugh.

"here, sit," minghao says and stands up from his seat. you sit down and he stands behind the chair, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"they really just hid something like this from us," vernon says in astonishment.

"seungcheol, shua," jeonghan speaks up, looking at your friends, "you owe me," he playfully says with a grin.

"damn..." seungcheol mutters while the two pull out their wallets, taking cash out.

"wait, did you bet on who was going to get married first?" jun asks, putting his cup down on the table.

"oh, come on," jeonghan almost exaggerates, "of course we did. you know how much fun it was seeing everyone fail at getting dates back in the day?" he replies with a sly grin. "but what was even more fun was noticing y/n getting shy when she went to watch the dance team practice after school."

"hey! jeonghan!" you exclaim before covering your face with your hands and groaning. you feel minghao rub his hand on your shoulder in order to reassure you.

"wait, didn't we make a bet?" chan asks, looking at seokmin. "i feel like we made a bet about y/n and minghao hyung..."

seokmin shrugs, "we probably did. how else did i get snacks from you?"

soonyoung leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. he is clearly pondering something. "but when did you two start dating? how did none of us notice?" he questions.

jihoon sighs, "idiot, they've been dating the year after minghao graduated. how do you not notice anything?"

"wait, really?"

while soonyoung questions his memory, you and joshua talk about work since the two of you work at the same company.

"no, they’re being way too strict in your department," you say to joshua. "regulations shouldn't allow that."

the sales manager sighs, "there's not much i can do about it right now. it's out of everyone's hands," he says to you, "but a bunch of the managers are having a meeting with the branch manager to discuss it. it'll probably be fine in a few weeks."

"you should transfer to operations. i like it a lot more than when i was in sales," you say, almost in a persuading tone.

joshua shrugs, "i've only been at this branch for a few months. i should wait a bit longer.”

"minghao, y/n," you look across the table at jun, "so are you and minghao gonna have a reception?" he asks both of you.

you smile and tilt your head back to look at your husband. "reception? we thought about it," minghao mentions, "if we do, it'll have to be in a few months."

"it'd be nice though. having everyone celebrate you two would be really nice for you two," wonwoo speaks up. "you could have seokmin plan it," he mentions the event planner.

"oh, that's right. you work for the botanical garden too," you recall, looking at seokmin.

"if you text me tomorrow, i can check the events at the garden. it's really pretty out there right now, and you guys could have the reception in the greenhouse. i'm pretty sure we have some openings soon," seokmin says to you and minghao.

you look up at minghao, "we can talk about it tonight some more," you say to him.

he nods, "yea, we should."

"twenty bucks that they'll do it," chan says to seokmin.

"fifty."

"guys, can we stop with the betting about our love life?"

"ten dollars that they'll kiss in fifteen minutes."

"stop it!”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

GUYS ITS ME. THE DUMBASS WHO LOWKEY FUMBLED SLASH LOOKALIKE AT SCHOOL. IM GOING TO BE TELLING YOU THE STORY NOW. GRAB YOUR POPCORN THIS IS A LONG STORY.

So I noticed this kid at lunch one day in November and I thought he looked a lot like Slash. It’s whatevs, right? NO. A few weeks later in 2 period gym class, the seniors had to use the gym to take their photos so we moved to the cafeteria for that day. AND WHO WAS APPARENTLY IN MY GYM CLASS? THE SLASH KID. Then 6 period rolls that same day and there’s a fire drill, and when we all went outside. YOU KNOW WHO WAS THERE? THE SLASH LOOKALIKE KID. In 2nd period earlier that day I had seen him talking to an old friend of mine, and they were both outside during the fire drill so I asked my old friend who the Slash kid was. HE TOLD ME. THE SLASH KID BLUSHED AND SMILED AT ME.

I told my old friend that I thought the Slash kid was cute. Y’Know what my old friend does? HE TOLD HIM. 😦 I WAS LIKE WHAT. So apparently a few months before that my old friend told the Slash kid and everyone in their friend group in 2nd period that my old friend liked me and wished I liked him back. (This kid has had some odd obsession with me since elementary school)

Also one day in gym, friends “Bianca” and “Zebra” were forcing me to walk up to him. But I pussied out at the last second and at the end of gym, I told my old friend. MY OLD FRIEND LITERALLY DRAGGED ME OVER TO THE SLASH KID AND FORCED US TO SHAKE HANDS INTRODUCING US. IT WAS SO AWKWARD AND I ALMOST KILLED MYSELF THAT DAY.

So when I found out, I cussed out my old friend after he sent me some questionable voice messages on IG saying he couldn’t wait for winter break to be over so he can go to school and see someone special. I confronted him about it all and he got upset so I blocked him. I have another friend who were gonna call “Bianca.” So Bianca’s friend who used to be in our 2nd period had given Bianca’s IG to some kid that we’ll call “Joseph.” APPARENTLY JOSEPH IS BEST BUDD WITH THE SLASH KID IN OUR GYM CLASS.

So I asked Bianca to give me Joseph’s IG. I texted Joseph asking for the Slash kid’s socials etc and Joseph said he didn’t have any. But he did give me his number so I texted the kid and told him I thought he was cute and also that I did not see my old friend like that. YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAYS?? “oh alr”

EXCUSE ME??🥲

So moving on. Apparently the Slash kid is literally best friends with one of my close friends who we will be calling “Ally.” I called Ally and asked her about it like a month ago and she told me all I needed to know. So the Slash kid is terrified of women and is very socially awkward. Hence why he was so dry while texting me. She also told me what he had said about me. So the Slash kid went up to her at school one day and asked “hey, do you know who 🎩 is?” And she said “oh yeah! I love her sm, why?” He told her that all of his friends keep telling him that this girl says he’s cute but he doesn’t know how to talk to her and he also doesn’t know if she’s his type.

So Ally told him to stfu bc even he doesn’t know what his type is. THE NEXT WEEK AT SCHOOL THIS MF IS ON MY ASS. The Slash kid literally stared into my soul smiling while walking past me and all. He changed his hallway routes and EVERYTHING. Then the next week comes around and guess what? NOTHING. HE WAS BACK TO IGNORING ME BECAUSE HE THOUGHT THAT I HAD MOVED ON. But no, I did not. I STILL HAVENT EVEN THOUGH IM TRYING MY HARDEST TO. BUT IVE HAD A THING FOR THIS KID FOR 5-6 MONTHS NOW. AND LITERALLY NOTHING HAS HAPPENED.

AND IM TOO SCARED TO TALK TO HIM BC HES 6 FOOT AND HAS A RBF. BUT ALLY TOLD ME TO JUST START WAVING AT HIM AND THEN GIVE HIM HIGH FIVES AND SHIT. BUT I NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO DO IT. AND ANYTIME I LOOK OVER AT HIM, HIS WEIRD ASS HOMEBOY IS ALR LOOKING AT ME. LIKE BRO IF YOU AINT GONNA SAY NOTHING TO HIM, LIKE TELL HIM THAT IM LOOKING AND HE SHOULD LOOK OVER, DONT FUCKING LOOK AT ME.

I am genuinely tweaking tf out. And for the week back to school after talking to Ally, it quite literally felt like I was being watched by Joe from the show ‘You.’ BECAUSE ALL THE SLASH KID DID WAS STARE AT ME AND THAT WAS IT. GUYS IDK WHAT TO DO PLS HELP ME IM STRUGGLING HERE AND FIGHTING BACK TEARS RN.

-🎩

Right a note (like me yes or no?) and fold it up, throw it at him, he answers, badabing badaboom matchmaker 🙄

[thelibraryoflightandflowers]

Riorson House P2

The reader finally gets to meet the rest of the people at Riorson House (Some fluff to make up for the angst). Part 8 of my Garrick x Male Reader series.

Read on Ao3

Link to Masterlist (For parts 1-7)

Neither of you had wanted to get out of the bath. However, the quickly chilling water was enough of a push for both of you to haul yourselves out of the tub and into your leathers.

“We should really get some food.” Garrick muttered as you changed. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to go out there if you’re not ready.” You responded, slipping your daggers into their sheathes. 

“Yeah, I can’t hide in here forever.” Garrick jokes, to which you chuckle and move to kiss him on the forehead. 

The two of you walk into the dining hall of Riorson House to a sea of cadets, all chattering as they eat. You follow Garrick’s lead, walking behind him as he heads to a table where you see Xaden and Violet eating breakfast. Violet’s eyes light up as she sees the two of you, getting up to say hello. 

“Hey, Vi.” You greet her as she gives you a once-over that reminded you of Mira (although you’d never tell her that). 

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Xaden filled me in on the mission; I wasn’t there.” She responds as the both of you take your seats at the table, you two across from Xaden and Garrick. Garrick and Xaden are already engaged in a conversation about the cadets, so you and Violet take the time to just catch up. 

After breakfast, the four of you take another tour around the house trying to figure out where to move different classes for the cadets; they’d already started, according to Violet, but there were new classes designed for learning to fight venin that The Assembly wanted to be taught. As you walk into the courtyard discussing where Emetterio could create mini sparring gyms outside, a tall figure calls out to Violet from the gate. 

A tall figure you recognized. Who was supposed to be very, very dead.

“Uh. Whatthefuck?” You exhaled, watching the man stride across the courtyard.  

“Oops.” You heard Garrick mutter. 

You whirled around to look at him, then back around to look at Brennan Sorrengail as he came over to your group. Who was, again, supposed to be dead. 

“I’m glad to see you up, Melgren!” He smiled over Violet’s head as he gave her a hug. 

“Violet. Move.” You spoke a little sharply, but Violet quickly got out of your way as you stepped into Brennan’s personal space - and tackled him. 

“You fucking asshole!” You both landed on the ground hard enough to knock the breath from both your lungs as you hugged your friend. 

“Ow.” Brennan groaned beneath you. 

You could hear Violet giggling behind you, as well as confused noises from Xaden and Garrick. 

“Sorry.” You giggled a bit yourself as you got off Brennan and helped him up. 

“It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, don’t worry.” He responds, waving off your hand to stand up himself.

“I thought you were gonna hit him.” Garrick says. 

“No, but when Mira finds out she’s going to, you know that right?” You ask Brennan. 

“Yep. Looking forward to it.” He answers as the two of you walk off to catch up. He’d been one of your closest friends, it was nice to see him; you’d always missed him. 

Garrick

It was nice to see him settling in nicely. Even nicer that he didn’t beat the shit out of Aisereigh for faking his death. I probably would have.

Xaden and I had gone off on our own, Violet leaving to find her squadmates. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” Xaden always could read me like a book. It was as aggravating as it was comforting. 

“No, not at all. I just…nightmares are a bitch.” I answer lamely. I’m not sure that I’m ready to talk about it all yet. It still feels so raw, so fresh. I still haven’t fully wrapped my head around any of this. 

“Fair enough.” The nice thing about Xaden is that he doesn’t push. 

“I wish he hadn’t had to go through…what he did. I can’t understand how a parent could do anything but love their own child.” I open up after a few minutes of silence. I knew parents were a sore spot for Xaden; they were a sore spot for all of us. But I also knew that he’d understand my feelings. 

“I’m glad, and I can’t believe I care, but I’m glad that he is okay.” Xaden responds. I snort. 

“Fuck, I’m so glad he’s okay.” I whisper. Xaden doesn’t respond; he doesn’t need to. It’s enough to sit together. 

“Xaden! Garrick! Mainly Garrick!” Ridoc runs towards us from the front door of Riorson House. 

“What?” I’m instantly on guard, thinking the worst possible. 

“The Assembly kinda just arrested your boyfriend, because Lieutenant Aisereigh mentioned who his dad was.” Ridoc wheezes out. 

“Fuck!” I’m already running for the door, Xaden right behind me. 

“Xaden fix it, I’m going to get him out.” I yell over my shoulder as I bolt for the stairs that lead to the cells below the house. 

Xaden doesn’t respond, just runs towards the Assembly Room. 

“Baby! I’m so sorry, are you okay-” I skid to a stop in front of the cell that currently houses my boyfriend. Who is very clearly uninjured. And sitting against the far wall, looking bored as all hell. 

“Not the warmest welcome I’ve ever received.” He deadpans. And I can’t help but laugh, because I’d been worried that this would send him into a panic attack but instead he’s making jokes. 

“I’m glad you think this is funny. What the hell happened?” I ask as I look for the keys that I know are around here somewhere. 

“The Assembly decided that I was either a spy, a threat or both, and I didn’t want to hurt your friends, so I just went with them.” He explains. I find the key relatively quickly, and open the door. He steps out of the cage and I can’t resist giving him a once-over to make sure that he isn’t hurt. 

“We do have to go meet with The Assembly, though.” I admit. 

“I would expect nothing less.” He snarks as we make our way towards the Assembly chamber. 

“You need to stop locking people up! He’s here to help, the same as me, the same as Violet. Besides, I can guarantee that Tavis will vouch for him. You let them rescue him, you can’t just lock him up now.” Lieutenant Aiseraigh is arguing with the rest of the Assembly as Xaden sits on his throne looking annoyed. Violet, Bodhi and Imogen stand just outside listening. 

I give them a nod as we walk inside. 

“Cadet Tavis! How dare you let him out!” Suri yells from one end of the table. 

“Suri, enough. He is no threat to any of us. His own father is the one the cadets had to rescue him from in the first place; I’m sure he feels no lingering loyalty.” Brennan responds.

“Never felt any in the first place, certainly not after finding out about the venin.” Pipes up the man in question. 

“Look, same as Xaden did for Violet, I vouch for him. He is my responsibility.” I add. I’m not interested in political nonsense when we could be doing so much more. We’re running out of time. 

“Case closed, then.” Xaden ends the meeting with those three words, and the rest of the Assembly begrudgingly leaves. 

“Well, now that that’s settled, how does heading back upstairs sound?” it’s whispered in my ear in a way that leaves no room for misinterpretation. 

“I have no objections.” I murmur.  

[crazycat010]

A Wonderful Surprise

Bakugou Katsuki X reader series part 1

part 1, part 2

IN WHICH : Y/n life takes an unexpected turn when she receives a mysterious letter

(spoiler alert) talk of an Orphanage, drama queen AND ironic y/n😎, chaos of the mha facility. (The series will probably be about fem!reader but there aren't any human body references yet, there's only a small talk about hair and freckles.)

word count = 3,289 words

If your personality were to be described in one word, others would probably say cheerful, many would say joyous or altruistic, some may even say sensitive; but if you had to answer the question, right now more than ever, you’d probably just say anxious(it’s one of the only things you didn’t have a hard time deciding what to do or, in this case, say).

Besides, you weren’t not the kind of anxious who has trouble concentrating and panics, or experiences nausea and heart palpitations, or even starts sweating and shaking. No, you had been so lucky as to get the family package, everything included to make sure your life would resemble literal hell.

That’s how you’d found yourself, nervously tapping your foot after the second vomit-stop, while the heroes in front of you, Shinji Nishiya AKA Wood Hero/Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady, were making a terrible attempt at keeping it cool and acting nonchalance.

You were all cooped up in a huge limo, with an anxious you seated in the back, facing the two pro-heroes while the taxi drove the little group on a 6 hour long drive from where you used to live, to THE place of my dreams.

You remembered what had happened as if it was yesterday (well, it in fact had been, yesterday. I’m just trying to fancy it up here). You’d woken up to the beautiful noises of coffee sizzling, birds chirping, kids yelling and screaming while throwing toys at each other and teachers miserably failing at being in control of the situation. It’s not like you hated it there, or maybe you did, but, it just didn’t feel like home. You know where, in basically every lovey-dovey film, in the end, the character always says something, in a voice so high-pitched only cats can hear them, along the lines of: “I don’t care if my house got destroyed; my parents were eaten alive by a dragon and then pooped out of his butthole( yes, I could’ve cut that out and no, I don’t think I ever will). I don’t even care if I don’t have any friends anymore because they were exterminated by the plague with the rest of Earth’s population, or if I lost all of my money because it flew away in the wind with all the chaos and I look like a half-dead raccoon with rabies. As long as I have you, I’ll be fine, because you’re my home!” And then they end up kissing and multiplying like rabbits. Well, this place, others FORCE me to call home, it still hasn’t clicked to me that way, nor do I think it ever will.

After carefully paving your way through the shared bedroom transformed into a landmine, you finally reached the room reserved to meals and important gatherings. There, your ears found relief from the previous chaotic situation. You slowly began sipping on your cup of hot milk, that successfully destroyed your taste buds, making it possible for you to eat the burned toast and undercooked bacon our mistress called breakfast (she had never eaten it since you’d gotten there, which had been quite a while, somewhere in between the 8 and 9 years. Instead she usually treated herself with a whole tray of freshly baked pastries from the pastry shop nearby). You poured the rest of your so-called-breakfast in the garbage bin, which consisted of a couple of kgs of scrambled eggs the chef insisted on making, even though, to nobody’s surprise, they always ended up untouched, as many myths and legends revolved around the stories of the few courageous souls who had tried them.

The only class you had to attend that day was Maths, so you decided to skip it and run off to the gym, as per usual. As if it wasn’t already difficult enough, some geniuses around the world, had decided to replace numbers with letters, successfully ruining your precarious relationship with all kinds of scientific subjects.

After that, you’d go reassure and comfort the new kids and give them small jobs to do to keep them entertained throughout the entire day, for example by making them to some drawings, invent new stories based on the ones you’d told them, or elect them to be your personal helper for your daily tasks.

Finally, you were going help the chef cook lunch. She was indeed a brilliant woman to be around; her quirk was to identify if foods were poisonous or not, nonetheless, people were starting to thing it just stopped working once she started cooking.

You didn’t think much about the afternoon, as it probably would’ve gone by exactly like the morning had, adding a bedtime story for the younger and a scolding for the elder. You weren’t even one of the oldest, yet you had been here the longest and were the mentor for everyone.

You were heading to the bedrooms when the cook stopped you in your tracks, handing you over a letter with teary eyes and a proud smile.

You didn’t often see her so delighted, so, without caring about the letter, you asked: “What got you so happy today?”

“You” She replied, blowing her nose in one of her handmade handkerchief, pointing to the letter you had rapidly forgotten about.

With confusion printed over your freckled face, you took the white envelopment out, checking the sender.

You gasped in shock at the fancy ink writings, as the back of the letter read:

“ From the Hero Academy U.A. Highschool    Musutafu, Japan    To Y/N  Y/LN    Hope Haven All-Girls Orphanage     Tokyo,  Japan ”

OK, what?

What did U.A. Highschool have got to do with you?

You hadn’t been able to even partecipate in the entry test and the school year had already started, so what should I have expected the content of the letter be?

You didn’t know why, but your hands started trembling and your sight became dizzy, making you stumble in your own feet and fall over not-so-graciously.

The letter had fallen out of your hands, while you tried regaining composure, pulling yourself up to your feet in a terrible attempt at masking your previous poor figure.

To not risk making a fool out of yourself again, you took out a chair and sat yourself down rather harshly, impatient to read the letter the cook had already grabbed from underneath the table.

Heavy silence filling the air, you could only feel your heart thumping as you torn avidly the envelopment.

A white piece of parchment fell out into your open palm, neatly folded. You were quick to open it, wanting an explanation about what all this fuss was about.

“ Dear Miss Y/LN,   On behalf of the faculty, staff, and student body of the U.A. High School for Heroes, it is my great honor to officially extend an invitation for your immediate enrollment, effective February 12, 2016. While it is rare for us to accept students mid-academic year, your recent heroic actions have proven beyond a shadow of doubt that you possess not only great power but also the courage and character of a true hero. Two weeks ago, when faced with a threat that endangered your classmates, you demonstrated extraordinary bravery, resourcefulness, and selflessness. You acted decisively to protect others in a situation where most would falter. Such valor embodies the very ideals we seek to cultivate in our students. At U.A. High School for Heroes, you will receive advanced training in heroics, ethics, and combat techniques, as well as the traditional academic curriculum. We are confident that your presence will inspire your peers and contribute to the growth of our school community. Your journey as a hero is just beginning, and we are excited to stand by you as you take these important steps toward becoming the hero you were destined to be. Please find enclosed your class schedule, a list of required materials, and details on the school's orientation for mid-year admissions. Should you have any questions, do not hesitate to contact us.  As your headmistress has informed us, you’d be enthusiast to join our school, so, we’ve decided on our own to arrange the papers and send two of the pro-heroes we work with: Shinji Nishiya AKA Wood Hero/Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady, to pick you up tomorrow morning at 1:00 p.m. and bring you to the High School site. We look forward to welcoming you to campus and witnessing your continued growth and heroism. With great admiration, Nezu Principal, U.A. High School for Heroes ”

Believing it must be a dream, you read the parchment over and over and pinched your cheeks repeatedly until the cook went to immobilize yourself as your place had become redder than a fresh tomato.

Realizing she hadn’t been able to know what the letter was even about, you handed her the piece of paper, unable to form a sentence without mumbling incoherently like a madwoman.

Tears began to flood her cheeks like overflowing rivers in April.

With a pair of strong arms she hugged you, and in the corner you saw your headmistress smiling and nodding, subtly telling you that your biggest dream had really just realized itself and she was secretly proud of your doings.

A mix of emotions hit you hard like a heavy truck going at high speeds and you were finding it difficult to rearrange your minds as chaos had broken out in your mind like a small fire in an expanse of dry grass.

Once the imposing woman had freed you from her bear hug, still unable to properly speak, you went to your room to pack the few things of your property.

You didn’t have many clothes, as you’d always turned down the offer to go out shopping. You were left with the book you were reading, a horror novel from an American writer Stephen King entitled “Shining”; an old collection of fairy tales your parents used to read to you every night; a couple of the Orphanage’s uniforms; some sweatpants, hoodies and t-shirts along with two pairs of shoes, some fancy ballerinas and some everyday overused sneakers; a bag of candy and 4 unfinished notebooks.

The day had been full of tears and goodbyes, nonetheless, you refused to shed a tear, almost as if you were afraid it would’ve made you look weak and the High School would’ve suddenly decided to take back their offer.

The other girls around your age decided to bring you on a last minute shopping-spree, knowing you couldn’t turn down the offer and forcefully made you try on all kinds of sweatpants, jeans, t-shirts, sweaters and skirts.

You let them ‘use’ you as a mannequin, already feeling nostalgic, though you’d arrived with clear ideas on the articles  you would’ve bought: 3 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of gray sweatpants with matching hoodie, 2 other sweaters , 5 t-shirts, a new pair of gloves, even though you usually only wore the right hand one and a tank top you’d let the girls choose. Considering you weren’t going to bring the Orphanage uniforms, you didn’t have that much clothing, but the letter had informed you that once they got your measurements, they would’ve got you their uniform, which you were pretty excited about.

The headmistress had also told you that they had already prepared your dorm room and you didn't have to worry about any expenses, considering your economic and social state.

You hadn’t been able to sleep that night, finding yourself staring at the cracked and moldy ceiling, just like the first days after you’d first arrived her.

It may have not entirely felt like home, but you had still spent almost 10 years of your life in this place, so you knew you were going to miss it anyways, with all its flaws and defects.

You were brought back to reality once you noticed the taxi had fully stopped and the two pro-heroes were watching you curiously while the taxi driver was unloading the bags from the trunk.

You quickly got out of the vehicle, but, right upon setting foot on the ground, you felt like your world was spinning and you grabbed onto to the car, panting and heavy breathing.

Thousands of potential endings flew through your mind, raging like a wild storm. What if nobody liked you there? Did you really deserve to be here? What if there had been an error and the letter was meant for somebody else? What if it was all just a very bad joke? What if you never fit in there? What if…

“Hey kid, are you okay?” Questioned you Mt. Lady, waving her gloved hand in front of your face.

You promptly blinked back all the tears, faking a smile to not worry the hero. “Y-Yeah. ‘M fine. It’s just really big here, even bigger than on tv”

She laughed a bit and ruffled your hair “It sure is.”

In the meanwhile, a golf cart approached the small group, and as the heroes were freed from their job as babysitters, you sat in silence, contemplating your worn out sneakers while you were led to the principal office to meet most of the teaching staff.

They welcomed you kindly, yet the Principal’s words flew in and out of your ears in record time as you found yourself once again on the golf cart, this time directed towards the dorms.

You hadn’t been able to meet your classmates, which you didn’t know if you felt more excited or uneasy about, as night was approaching and you yourself found it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. At least that night flew by quickly, without any dreams or nightmares.

You woke up to your alarm drilling literal holes into your cranium. You pressed your pillow against your ears to find some peace from the excruciating noise, though you soon realized the alarm had been going off for 20 minutes now…what a nice way to start the day!

“Holy Mary mother of God!” You exclaimed, realizing you were not very far from being late your first day.

Yes, you did panic and yes, you forgot to stop the alarm, which continued to ring for another good 15 minutes before you accidentally slammed it against the wall while searching for your phone.

With a fearful look on your face, you ran out of your room, bumping into quite a lot of students. Having missed the shuttle that would’ve brought you to the main High School’s facility, were your new class was awaiting you, you had to make a run for it.

You arrived to the facility just in time and started looking around for your class.

After losing your way a couple of times, a group of girls saw your disoriented look and decided to help you.

The first one to approach you was a short girl, even shorter than you were. She had brown hair cut short in a bob that adorned beautifully her oval face, complementing her big brown eyes.

A pitiful look on her face, she asked you: “Hi, are you lost?”

You simply nodded in response, your throat feeling dry after the sprint.

“We can help you! What’s your name? Mine’s Mina Ashido, nice to meet you!” Exclaimed a pink skinned girl from behind you.

You gasped in shock, not having heard her arrival.

“Calm down Mina, you don’t want to scare her.” Scolded her a taller girl, with long black hair tied neatly in a pony tail and eyes that pierced through your soul like pointy knives.

Feeling surrounded, you panicked even more, only wanting to go back to the Orphanage and bawl your eyes out, cooped up in the cook’s familiar embrace.

An unimpressed girl with small eyes, blue short hair and two peculiar rope thingies attached to her ear lobe rolled her eyes at the confusion, probably just wanting to go to class.

Trying to mask the anxiety up, you responded to the girls initial questions with a meek smile: “Hi! I’m Y/n Y/Ln and yes, I’d really appreciate it if you guys would be kind enough as to show me around. The corridors are never-ending!”

“Happy to help.” Replied cheekily the brown haired girl. “Where do you have to go?”

You showed her your schedule: “It says here I have to go to class 1A, but I can’t seem to find it.”

She gasped cutely, while the other girls looked at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“But that’s our class! You must be our new classmate! You don’t know how happy we are to have another girl in the group!” Said the girl excitedly.

The pony tail girl intervened: “We are in fact joyous to welcome you in our class, Y/n. I’m Momo Yayorozu and they’re Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui and Toro Hagakure.”

The girls she was referring to each gave you a little wave, while Tsuyu Asui, a green haired girl with big black eyes told you to call her by her given name.

You were confused upon only seeing the clothing of this Toru Hagakure, so Mina reassured you, whispering in your ear: “Toru’s quirk is invisibility.”

Hoping to remember all their names, you followed the group to the opposite side of the facility (Good gracious was it big!), until a little sign informed you you had arrived to the right classroom.

While the other girls entered the classroom calmly, you felt your heart skipping way too many beats, as passing students watched you amused.

Taking a deep breath, you caught up with Mina, who had been by far THE most talkative (not that you didn’t like. As a matter of fact, you preferred listening to her rather than talking yourself).

There weren’t many others in the classroom, so you got seated right next to Ashido, who had previously told you not to worry about the seating arrangements as there were many empty spots prior to your arrival.

Being a few minutes early, you decided to take a check your appeal. You took out of your backpack a small mirror the cook had gifted you two days before; it had been one of the best gifts ever, since it held a picture of you two the first days after you’d arrived. She had been a mother figure to anyone at the Orphanage, but had bonded with you the most, so it had quite saddened you that you wouldn’t have been able to see her for a while unless through a teeny tiny screen.

While Mina talked your ear off about the classmates and the professors, you took a quick glance at your reflection: your cheeks were red from the run and the anxiety caused from being in such a new and different environment, but, thankfully, your high ponytail didn’t look half bad and your long straight brown hair swayed gently as you moved, having been tied firmly.

After swiftly fixing your bangs, you put back your mirror and patiently waited for the professor’s arrival.

All the talking ended the second the door opened. With a graceful and composed expression, you observed professor Aizawa enter the classroom with heavy steps and the same bored look from the meeting the day before.

Without even having reached the teaching post, he said, in a monotonous voice: “As many of you might have already noticed, we have a new student in this class. By now, she must have surely introduced herself to the lot of you, so we’ll head to the track field right now to not waste any time.”

You gulped down, it was a huge favor not having to introduce yourself in front of the whole class, but going to the training fields right now? What did he have planned for you?

Hiii! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you've appreciated this post. Part 2 is coming up soon but you're more than welcome to come check out my account with my other posts and/or make requests(MASTERLIST). Do NOT plagiarize this or any of my content.

Love you guys! See you soon!😘

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[arizonaraine]

Sorting Hat Chats: Jumanji (2017)

I still remember the first time I saw this movie-- I went in with super low expectations and LOVED it. It's regularly quoted in my household. "Oh, you have allergies, Spencer? I'm missing the top two feet of my body!" So, without further ado...

Spencer is a Badger primary. He was devastated when his childhood best friend, Fridge, backed away from him in search of a cooler crowd. But he doesn't let that stop him from doing Fridge's homework in hopes that he'll win a place in his life again. He's an affable, sweet young man, who notices people who typically fly under the radar-- like Martha. In Jumanji, his primary concern is keeping the group together and alive. He's non-confrontational (until he has to be) and tries to find ways to break bad news gently ("that's not how I would have put it..." he says after Fridge drops the bomb on Alex). He builds people up by talking about their strengths. He has a very clear Bird secondary-- he's the guy who plays video games. "That's literally the main thing that I do." He strategizes rather than charges and sees his physical strength as Dr. Bravestone as a skill, narrating the steps to himself ("uppercut!").

Fridge starts off as a self-centered Snake primary. He traded Spencer in for a cooler crowd to boost his own social status and is primarily concerned with his own football career-- not the impact that cheating will have on his or Spencer's lives. It's not until he gets to Jumanji that he starts to look outside himself. He seems to take special care of Bethany-- urging her to get up when she's fallen down, trusting her when she tells him the cake is bread (oops...), etc. It takes him and Spencer some time to work out their grievances, but once he's in, he's in, and Fridge helps to build up his courage in a moment when he needs in the most. Fridge is definitely a Lion secondary, he's the guy who's always shouting and making his displeasure known, who picks fights with Spencer, but who also charges in to save the day ("Zoology, bit***!")

Bethany begins the film as a myopic Badger primary, whose definition of "people" is pretty limited. She has the best growth arc of the movie, IMO. She cares a lot about what other people think of her, works hard to look perfect and appeal to her boyfriend, and tries to charm her teacher to get out of detention. She shares parts of her life with Martha and is offended when Martha acts "judgy," but accepts her influence and grows. In a conversation with Alex, she says something to the effect of, "sometimes, you get so caught up in your own stuff that you forget other people have stuff too..." She also gives up one of her lives for Alex, so he can get home too! She tells him, "you're our missing piece--" bringing him into the group. In the second movie, she's been off on a humanitarian trip, is so excited to get the group back together, and starts a cheerleader-style chant before wading into battle. The flirting lessons for Martha?? Badger, badger, badger. Her strength is in connecting with and encouraging others-- a Badger secondary.

Martha is kind of hard to read, but I see her as a Bird primary. She's a little black-and-white in how she views the world-- "gym class is not going to get me into Princeton!"-- and has ambitious goals that are largely focused on external things. She sees Bethany as fitting into the "hot, popular girl" mold and it takes her some time to see past that to the real person. She, like Spencer, is a Bird secondary. She's very systematic in how she approaches things, takes the skills that her character (Ruby Roundhouse) has very literally, and applies what she's learned to other people and situations ("Alex, if I can fight those guys, you can fly that helicopter!").

Bonus! Alex is a Snake primary, Bird secondary. He thinks a lot about his parents and says that he's a drummer, "just like my dad." Though he likes the rest of the group, he has a special bond with Bethany. He offers his life for hers, and when that doesn't work, he charges at the big bad guy to rescue her. When he sees them all again after getting out of Jumanji, Bethany is the first one he recognizes (he still calls Martha "Ruby Roundhouse"-- did he forget her name, or was he teasing? IDK). He names a daughter after Bethany, the girl who saved his life. His Bird secondary has burned after being trapped in the game for so long, he doesn't trust himself and his skills anymore and has been living in limbo.

TL;DR:

Spencer: Badger Primary, Bird Secondary

Fridge: Snake Primary, Lion Secondary

Bethany: Badger Primary, Badger Secondary

Martha: Bird Primary, Bird Secondary

Alex: Snake Primary, Bird Secondary