#what made me less of a bully was straight up listening to people. It took a couple years to really be shed of it

[doodlepede]

“we're women breaking the rules by being men.”

Wrong once again. You don’t stop being a woman just because you stop being feminine. You cutting off your hair and putting male pronouns in your bio doesn’t make you a man and it certainly doesn’t make you an oppressor. You are a gender non conforming woman. Get over it, stop over complicating it, and stop trying to distort reality to match your delusion.

you're god damn right it doesn't make me an opressor lol and you're god damn right im a gender nonconforming woman! specifically by not being one when patriarchy (including you, missy!) would much rather i be one. It's not complicated at all, it's actually very simple: i am not a woman! that's not distorting reality, that's me telling you reality. this isn't actually hurting you as much as you think it does. if you're a woman, I'm very happy for you! im so glad that you're satisfied with your self-understanding of your gender. it's a wonder thing that i wish for everyone, especially you, since you're so concerned about mine. If you're struggling with that internal feeling, you should try listening to other trans men and women and nonbinary people, intersex people too, and of course all kinds of gnc people in the lgbt community - we all have unique perspectives, you might hear something you resonate with!

[arctichotch]

why do you support amber?? genuine question no hate at all, I wasn’t keeping up with the case at all

tbh at first i actually supported johnny. simply because all i knew about the case was the whole shit in the bed stuff and thought damn, that was weird. and i knew him more than amber so my gut reaction i suppose was to believe him.

then i started getting spammed with shit like "he haw johnny depp being funny in court" on tiktok and decided to have looksee at the actual trial happening. at this point i didn't have a clue that there had even been a uk trial. i had never heard of amber's op-ed. didn't know about any of the depp/waldman statements. didn't have a bulls notion as to what was happening. but i was also like why in god's name are we as a society sat back overlaying wii music over a trial about domestic violence? and why is it being so well received, getting millions of views?

i think the first time i actually watched the trial was when johnny was testifying and i was pretty much all cringe like awhh poor guy. and fell for his lawyer's stuff and the internet's take on him.

then i watched rottenborn cx him and was like, damn this ROTTEN-BORN guy is kinda mean to this poor johnny depp who has been abused :((((

then i think there was a weekend break where i looked on tumblr and unbiased reddit threads, away from the propaganda machine. and still i was like, god damn these people are stupid. amber heard is obvs evil (keep in mind, i didn't know any evidence, besides johnny's testimony. so, this was all fueled by stuff i saw in pro-depp media)

then, when i finally started to believe amber was when this psychologist came out and diagnosed her with BPD and histrionic personality disorder (yet again having to say that diagnosis in the 21st century is so fucking weird) and i was like wait... (also the fact she had din dins with him got my feathers ruffled straight away ngl)

so then my thick skull finally opened and i was like maybe... just maybe... before making judgements on this case and this woman i do not know... i should perhaps look at the evidence.

so i did. i checked out someone's (i cant remember who's tbh) fact check list here on tumblr. and they raised enough good points that i couldn't in good faith sit back and do mental gymnastics to try deny or defend depp out of them.

so i took those facts on that list and looked further into it. i read uk transcripts. listened to audio. read up some more on domestic violence. looked to twitter threads that were not obviously biased and further looked into the sources provided by the original tweeters.

and by that point i couldn't sit there and say that johnny depp was not an abuser.

then watching amber's testimony soon after, seeing her nearly have an actual, full-blown breakdown on the stand talking about her rape, made me start to actually post about her being the victim in the equation. i had been hesitant because i didn't want the depp pond scum to tell me to die or something (not that they'd ever do that of course)

(kind of irrelevant, but seeing camille vasquez bully amber so intensely on the stand and then be praised made me sick to my fucking stomach. furthering me in my support of amber.)

then seeing testimony from people who aren't even her friends anymore (and them literally crying while recalling it)

also ms girl dawn hughes. she was so on the ball and so qualified in her field of ipv.

then don't get me started on russian oligarch lover mr. adam waldman

sorry this was so long. it kinda became less me answering and more me reflecting on why and when i turned to supporting amber. soz

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

© @capsgrantrogers

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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[mickstart]

hi could you explain to us why michael... obeyed mikka?? lol like young michael wouldn't be afraid to annoy the other drivers but with mikka he was always reserved

fsdjgfds okay so not to psychoanalyze a celebrity but. The thing to understand about michael - and this is key to everything - is that he had an absolutely rigid, unbreakable separation in his mind between the track and his personal life. Like to Michael, as soon as he was in the car that was another person with another goal, and I think Mika was the only person who ever really understood this and changed his approach accordingly to get Michael's respect in both areas. I think there are 3 main reasons Michael was more inclined to listen to Mika.

1- Damon Hill once said that Michael simply didn't understand that other people couldn't do what he did. To him, it was the other drivers' fault that they couldn't keep up with him and weren't prepared to push the limit as far as he was. To him, what he could do was normal and the other drivers were just not trying hard enough. So he didn't respect them and treated them accordingly on track. Mika understood that you had to take the fight to Michael, and he was one of only a handful of drivers who COULD take the fight to Michael. So you get moments like Spa 2000, where Michael is driving dirty and Mika - instead of backing down and cursing him like the others - reinvents the fucking overtake, picks the PRECISE spot where he can catch Michael out, and doesn't let Zonta or ANYTHING stop him. Michael loves racing for racing's sake, it's his passion. So he's not angry that Mika just HUMILIATED HIM. He's impressed, he's grinning through the podium and press, and he respects Mika for it. So when Mika tells him "don't do that again" about the defending Michael just did to him, Michael doesn't do that again. (To him anyway.) Because he knows Mika will just put his head down and counter it. It won't work.

2- When Michael bullied other drivers on track they were - understandably, rightly - furious with him off track. They talked shit about him in the press, they argued with him and each other about it. To Michael, this didn't make sense. Racing was not reality, and them holding grudges against him for things he did in the car made him lose respect for them. It also made him less inclined to actually patch things up, so their relationships only deteroriated and he cared even less what they had to say about his driving. Mika, on the other hand, arguably hated the press even more than Michael. He said the bare minimum to them. He was there to race, not talk to a camera. So he never talked shit to the press about Michael because... why? Why bother? If he had a problem he took it straight to Michael. So off track Michael also gained respect for Mika - and vice versa I think - because they let each other live in peace as soon as the helmet came off.

3- Just. The sheer amount of history he had with Mika compared to other drivers. They went way back. Mika was arguably one of the first drivers to get a taste of Michael's outrageous defending ruining his entire day. They were friendly WAY before they were actually racing each other on a regular basis. When Mika had his horrible accident and almost died - before they were even anything approaching Iconic Rivals - Michael visited him in the hospital very quickly, and Mika returned the favour when Michael had his worst crash at Silverstone. I think Michael, for all he expected others to rigidly separate the personal life and the track, sometimes slipped up himself. Defending too hard at Monza in 2011 because he was in front of the *tifosi* comes to mind. And I think his personal history with Mika, plus the massive reminder of Mika's mortality he received during their careers because of Mika's big crash, made him marginally more careful with Mika than he was with other drivers.

But then this is all speculation and me guessing really. It could have been as simple as Mika's bluntness got through to Michael sdhsfdhgfsd.

[miyagifangkai]

Changed: Part 3

Summary: Eli tries to make amends with you and Demetri by inviting you both to dinner. Will you two forgive and forget or choose revenge?

Find parts 1 and 2 and 4

Tagged: @sweetsunflowerkisses

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Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: angst, sadness, mentions of bullying, cursing

Characters involved: Hawk/Eli, Reader, Demetri, Sam, Daniel Larusso, mention of Johnny Lawrence, mention of Miguel Diaz, Readers Mom, Eli’s Mom

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It’s been two weeks since what had happened between you and Hawk.

The Miyagi Do’s have been nothing short of supportive of you. Daniel had become somewhat of a parental figure to you while your mom and dad were off working. You hadn’t joined the dojo yet but you would always come by after their lesson to eat dinner and sometimes you would spend the night with Sam. Daniel and Amanda had treated you with the utmost respect. Daniel has given you plenty of advice on how to handle a bully by staying patient and calm. You took his word to heart; you didn’t want to disappoint your parents again. Especially after what Eli had said made you wake up and realize that if you just let it roll off your back it would be for the better. Sam and Demetri always tried to be by your side at school just in case Hawk was ready to bully you again.

Weirdly enough Hawk had laid dormant. Not looking at you or even trying to get in your way. You didn’t understand why he had quit trying to harass you all. Did he possibly feel bad about what he had said? You couldn’t help but be hopeful for him to change. You wanted him to change so badly because he used to be your best friend and you loved him. But it was hard to love him anymore. Besides, you were trying to change from being so hostile towards people. You wanted to be a good daughter for your parents. They can’t keep going on like this in constant worry of when you’re gonna hurt somebody or even yourself. That’s why you had decided not to join the dojo. Daniel did teach patience and keeping the peace but the students hardly listened to his lessons outside of class.

You hated that you let Hawk get to you like that a few weeks ago. You constantly were thinking about what he had said to you. It never stopped running over in your head. Despite him hurting you countless times, your heart still aches for him. You couldn’t help but still love him and want to help him; but he just constantly pretends that you don’t exist. You had noticed that some of his friends had quit hanging out with him. Especially Miguel. You didn’t know Miguel very well but most of the time he was with Hawk but now you didn’t see him around anymore. Some of his henchmen had left his side as well. You feel like Hawk has even damaged some of his closest friendships. But not having him around was definitely less stressful on you and the Miyagi Do’s.

While you were lost in thought Demetri looks at you and says, “Hey, it’s been two weeks and no sign of Eli. Weird, right?”

“You know I was just thinking that.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. When do you think he’s gonna strike again?” Demetri’s tone of voice sounded anxious.

“I have no idea. Frankly, I don’t care. Maybe he’s done with us,” you shrug your shoulders.

Sam couldn’t help but overhear you guys and says, “I don’t think he’s done. I think he’s strategizing,” you scoff at Sam and say, “Guys, we are talking about him like he’s freaking Thanos or something.”

“Exactly! We are totally The Avengers,” Demetri chuckles at his own statement. You and Sam both laugh.

“But seriously, maybe he is just done. We haven’t interacted or even looked at each other for two weeks straight. He could’ve got bored with us,” you say with hope.

Demetri and Sam just shrug their shoulders and go on with conversation with the rest of the group. You didn’t even try to listen this time to them. Getting lost in your memories again.

“Hey, don’t tell Demetri about this, okay?” Eli says to you while wiping his tears away.

“Oh, okay. I won’t,” you tried to hide your confusion.

You and Eli had met at the arcade on your last Summer at Demetri’s before your parents had sent you away again. He needed to talk to you. At the time you had no idea what was going on but you could hear that he was crying over the phone. Eli’s special request was weird though, “don’t bring Demetri.” You showed up to the arcade and you saw Eli hiding out in the corner sitting at one of your favorite tables. You had shown up expecting him to tell you something that had to do with his feelings for you but that just wasn’t the case. He told about the bullying from his classmates and he felt like he had no one to lean on at the time. Of course Demetri was always there for Eli but this time you didn’t know why he was confiding in you. “Eli, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Y/N, there’s nothing I can do,” Eli sighs, “they’re stronger and they’re faster. I have no clue how to fix it.”

“Eli, stop right there. They’re only as strong and fast as you let them be,” out of reaction you grab his hand. You feel Eli tense up as do yourself. The both of you stop in your tracks and look each other in the eyes and you continue, “don’t let them be stronger than you, Eli.”

You can see tears in Eli’s eyes, “But what if they beat me up again?”

Your hand starts to shake, “Then let them. Never give your bully the satisfaction,” you sigh, “Eli, I need to tell you something,” you let go of his hand and readjust in your seat.

Eli readjusts as well, still looking at you ready to listen, “What is it?”

“I’m not this innocent girl that I’ve led you to believe,” Eli nods his head showing you that he’s still actively listening.

“Why I have been coming here every Summer is because I’m not a good person.”

“Wait, Y/N, what do you mean?”

You suck in air and debate on whether you want to finish your statement or not.

“Eli, I have been participating in fighting. Actual fighting. I have been getting bullied too. Instead of taking their shit I have been fighting back. Mom and Dad send me off here because they think that Demetri is a good influence on me,” you look at Eli searching for any kind of reaction and he gives you nothing.

“Oh,” Eli’s shoulders sink.

“Please don’t hate me, okay?”

Eli perks up when he hears this, “Oh my god. No! I don’t hate you. I’m just sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like my parents hate me; they love me. But, they probably enjoy the break from me during the Summer.”

“Y/N, don’t say that,” Eli grabs your hand again, “you’re not a bad person. You are just simply defending yourself and that’s okay.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Eli, it’s okay to stand up for yourself too, you know?”

“I know. I’m just really scared,” he chuckles nervously, “I don’t want to get obliterated.”

“Yeah, you have a point,” you bite your lip, racking your brain of what he could do, “Maybe you could join a self defense class?”

“I saw a karate dojo open up a few days ago,” Eli says with excitement.

“Yeah! Try joining that?”

“I could.” You get excited for Eli, he needed all the help he could get.

“Hey, Eli?”

“Yeah?”

You almost start to tell him that you had feelings for him but you decided against it, “Thanks. For not judging me.”

Eli smiles at you, “Anytime.”

Thinking back on it you couldn’t help but blame yourself for the way he’d been acting. You were the one who gave him the idea of joining karate; now he’s a monster.

“Y/N?”

You hear a familiar voice and your entire body almost shuts down. You turn around slowly wide eyed. You see Hawk standing there looking nervous. You feel Demetri and Sam both stand at your side.

“What do you want from her, Hawk?” Sam spits venom at Hawk.

“I’m not here to fight.” Hawk raises his hands up in a surrendering position.

You become intrigued. Why was he being so timid?

Demetri scoffs at Hawk, “Yeah, sure. I don’t believe that.”

“Y/N, can we speak alone?”

You try to hide your surprised expression towards Eli but you look at Sam and Demetri, “Guys, it’s fine. C’mon, Eli.” Demetri and Sam both nod at you and step away.

You and Hawk walk away from the Miyagi Do’s in a safe space to talk. You immediately go into defense mode and cross your arms, “What is it?”

“I think it’s time to say ‘I’m sorry.’ What I said to you and your new boy toy–”

You scoff at Eli, “Excuse me?”

Eli tenses his jaw, “Sorry, your new boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you lean back a bit.

“Whatever! Not the point. Again, I just wanted to say I’m sorry and I crossed a line, okay?”

You chuckle, “That’s it?”

“What?”

“You think you could just come over here with your puppy dog eyes and cute smile and I’d fucking kiss your feet?” Eli smirks at the statement you just gave him but his smirk falls when you start mockingly bowing at him, “King Hawk, thank you so much for apologizing,” you stare daggers into him.

“You know what? Fuck you. I tried to make amends and you just had to be an asshole about it.”

“I’m the asshole? Motherfucker you have made this past month a living Hell for me!” You couldn’t hold back on the emotion in your voice, “Eli, you’re gonna have to do better than give me a puny apology. You have hurt people. Your best friend in the whole entire world is completely heartbroken because of you.”

Hawk sighs out of regret, “Listen, how about I make it up to you guys?” Eli puts his hands in his pocket, “Mom is wanting you two to come over for dinner tomorrow night.”

“I don’t know, Eli. Demetri is pretty damaged right now,” you look up at Eli silently begging him to make amends with Demetri.

“Can you just ask him if he will do it?”

“I’m not letting you off that easily, okay? If we go this is not us forgiving you. I am doing this for your mother.”

Eli gives you a look of hurt. He knew he was wrong in his actions but refused to take accountability for it, “Deal.”

You two part ways and you walk towards Demetri dreading about asking him.

Sam and Demetri rush up to you, “What’d he say?” Sam asks.

“He apologized.”

“He what?” Demetri almost yells, “you didn’t forgive him, right? Please tell me you didn’t.”

“I didn’t…but–”

“No. Absolutely not. Do not start with this. He’s not changing. He’s awful. Please take into account everything he’s done to you after these past weeks!”

You sigh at Demetri, “D! Stop talking! And listen for one damn second!” You’re starting to get frustrated, “he invited you and me over for dinner.”

Demetri scoffs, “For dinner?”

You knew this wouldn’t blow over well, “yep.”

“Freaking dinner?” Demetri starts to lose control over the volume of his voice as Sam starts to wince at his anger, “he really thinks that this is gonna fix the situation?”

You nod your head only muttering the word, “yep,” again.

“You’re kidding me? He really thinks he can hurt not only me but also hurt you and think that it’s all gonna be okay because he’s inviting us to dinner with his mom? We have to pretend that Eli is a God in front of her and he thinks that’s fine?”

“Demetri, please, slow down,” Sam tries to interrupt his babbling.

“No, Sam! You don’t understand what he’s done,” Demetri starts to cry a little, “He broke my arm! And fucking laughed about it! He almost killed Y/N! And he had to suffer through no repercussions! Come on! She was in the hospital. She almost died.”

You start to tear up again feeling the burning pain in your chest again.

“I know. I know. But what if Y/N is right? Maybe there is fixing to this.”

“I don’t care! I am not going and that is final,” Demetri walks away from you both.

Leaving you with a big decision to make.

You decided to head over to Sam’s after school. You needed support and advice and the best person for that in your life right now was Daniel. You walk in with Sam, both of you reeling from what happened today.

“Y/N, I just don’t think he’s gonna give in. He’s so hurt and I don’t blame him,” Sam says to you softly.

“I know. I just thought we could give Hawk another chance,” you say as you feel pulled between Demetri and Eli.

“Why? Why are you forgiving him so easily?”

“Because Eli has had it rough, okay? I’ve known him for a long time now.”

“That means nothing. He’s abused you. Mentally, emotionally, AND physically.”

You take a seat at the kitchen table and rub your face with your hands, “I don’t know, Sam. I just think we should squash this shit.”

As you say this Daniel walks into the room, “Squash what?”

Sam answers, “Their rivalry with Hawk.”

Daniel looks at you with concern, “He’s bothering you again?”

You didn’t know how to answer that, “Well? No? Not really. He apologized today,” Daniel gives you a small smile and asks, “Did you forgive him?”

“Not exactly. But he invited Demetri and me to dinner with his mom tomorrow night,” You look at Daniel practically pleading for help.

“What’d Demetri say?”

“Obviously, Demetri said no,” Sam answers for you, “for good reason.”

“Listen Sam! I don’t think he’s wanting to get into an all out brawl at his Mom’s house, okay?” You’re starting to get frustrated with Sam’s tone.

“Girls, chill out,” Daniel takes a deep breath, “Y/N, I think you have a good point. I think you two should go.”

“Thank you!” You practically scream out and lean back in your chair.

“Dad?” Sam looks betrayed but asks, “Why should they?”

Daniel looks at his daughter, “Honey, the best way to squash a bully is with kindness.”

Sam rolls her eyes and mumbles, “Yeah? Well, tell that to Johnny Lawrence.”

You perk up, “Whoa! Johnny Lawrence? The total douchebag that kicked your ass in high school?” You chuckle.

Daniel chuckles with sarcasm, “Okay, Y/N, don’t push your luck,” Daniel looks at you, “for your information I kicked his ass in high school.”

You and Sam chuckle at her Dad’s statement, “Sure, Dad,” Sam gets into the crane kick position making you laugh even harder at Daniel.

“I know you two are joking but that kick is lethal!” Daniel smiles at you both.

You three finally stop laughing and you ask, “So you think I’m making the right decision here?”

“Yes. I really do,” Daniel says with courage.

“Okay, so I guess it’s time to go talk to Demetri,” You sigh.

“Need me to come?”

“If you don’t mind? I could use some support?”

You both say goodbye to Daniel and head on over to Demetri’s place. You both get out of the car and you nervously knock on his door. Demetri opens the door, “I’m not going.”

You and Sam both walk in, “D, hear me out,” you put your hands out to signal for him to calm down, “I think this could be good. I highly doubt he wants to get in a fight in front of his mother, alright? He’s a total goody two shoes with her,” you smirk.

“Yeah, and?”

“Do you know how many inside digs we can do at the table?”

Demetri starts to form a smile, “Alright, I’m intrigued.”

“We can make him squirm,” you grab Demetri’s shoulders with an evil smirk.

Sam looks at the two of you with dismay, “Seriously, guys? I thought we were gonna squash this?”

“We are gonna squash this thing but that doesn’t mean we can’t get a little bit of revenge.”

Demetri rubs his hands together and gives his best evil laugh, “I feel so powerful right now.”

“That’s right, D! We have the total advantage here,” you look at him excited, “Time to call Hawk.”

You walk up stairs leaving Sam flabbergasted by your actions and Demetri with an evil smirk on his face.

You call up Hawk and he answers, “Hello?”

“Hey, dude! This is Y/N,” hearing his voice again makes you regret telling Demetri to go against Eli again.

“Oh, hey!” Eli says with excitement and despite all of the shit he’s done your heart still jumps at his voice. Was he really wanting to make things right?

“I got D to agree to come tomorrow night. So, let your mom know,” you try to make your voice sound extremely deadpan.

“Okay, awesome. See you tomorrow evening at like 7?”

“Yeah, sounds good. We’ll be there. Bye,” you quickly hang up before your feelings had time to catch up with you.

You walk back down stairs and find Demetri and Sam watching tv. They both quickly sat up at the sight of you, “what’d he say?”

“He said be there at 7 o’clock.”

Tomorrow comes around and you wake up a little bit later than usual because it was Saturday.

You walk down the stairs and find your mom making breakfast. Today was her day off and she seemed pretty stoked about it.

“Good morning, Mom.”

“Morning, honey. Food?”

You sit at the table and say, “Of course! You know I love your cooking.”

Your mother smiles at you and puts food on your plate. As you start digging in she asks you, “Do you have any plans tonight?”

You immediately stop eating, “Yeah, D and I are going over to Eli’s for dinner. You know, if that’s okay with you?”

Your mother sighs and sips her coffee, “Isn’t Eli the boy who hurt you?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I mean yeah,” you look down at your plate, “but I think he’s trying to make amends with us. I’m willing to forgive and try to forget. I just want peace between everyone, you know?”

Your mother places her hand on yours, “I am so proud of you,” she smiles again, “doing what’s right. That is truly amazing, dear.”

You grab her hand, “I want to change for the better,” you force your tears back, “I want to make things easier for you and dad. I love you both and I hate that I have caused so much stress on you guys.”

Your mother sighs, “We love you anyway. We always have,” your mom leans over and kisses you on the forehead, “but you call me if you need me, okay? I know you’re trying to change but that does not mean I do not want you to be strong. Don’t you let him hurt you again, okay? You have my permission,” she squeezes your hand out of reassurance.

You chuckle, “Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too. Is it okay if I call you sometime tonight? Just to make sure everything is okay?”

“Yes. That is totally fine. You can by like 7:30-ish. We should be done eating by then.”

“Alright, sounds good.”

You finish your breakfast and decide to call Sam. Sam answers her phone, “Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey, Sam. Can you come over soon by any chance?”

“Yes, sure! Why though?”

“I need you to help me find something to wear. You know my style. I suck at it.”

She laughs, “Sure. I’ll be over soon. Does like 4 sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great!”

You walk back down stairs to let your mom know Sam is coming over to help you pick out an outfit and your mom says, “Oh, this is great! I can’t wait to meet her.”

You look down at the ground realizing that she hasn’t met your mom yet. You wish your dad was here to meet her too but he had to work a double. You join your mom on the couch and watch tv for a while; you appreciate the time you have with her today. These days happen not very often.

The clock hits 4p.m. and you hear a knock on the door, “Oh. On time,” you chuckle and your mother smiles. You and your mom walk up to the door together and you open it to Sam and she comes in and hugs you. You hug her back and say, “Sam, meet my mom.”

Sam lets go and smiles at your mom, “Hi there, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” she reaches out to shake her hand but your mom says, “Hello, dear, so nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you,” and she gently hugs Sam. She lets go and your mom asks, “Are you hungry?”

“No, I just ate but thank you so much,” you grab Sam’s arm and say, “You ready?”

“Yes! Let’s get you ready, babes!”

Sam says that she will see your mom later and your mom just smiles at her and before you reach the stairs you tell your mom you love her.

“Dude, your mom is so pretty!” Sam exclaims.

“Thanks, she will definitely enjoy hearing that,” you chuckle.

You reach your room and you get started on picking out an outfit. You were already in between two outfits. One of them was dark jeans, a black ruffled tank top, a burnt orange cardigan, with your black and white chuck taylors or you had a cream short sleeve dress paired with a dark red cardigan and a pair of tan boots. Sam looks at the outfits, surprised you even own outfits that nice but doesn’t say anything about it.

Sam says, “So, you’re clearly trying to look good for Eli tonight, hmm?”

“Fuck off, dude. No way. I wanna look nice in general.”

“Mhmm, sure,” she walks up to your closet and picks out the tank top outfit, “I don’t know why you’re wanting to pursue that douchebag instead of the guy you’ve been talking to.”

“Sam, he stopped talking to me after what Eli had said to him,” you wring your hands, “I mean, who wants to date a delinquent?”

“Well, he’s an idiot in my opinion,” she answers but continues with, “You don’t wanna look like a try-hard, you know? So go with the jeans.”

You agree with her statement, “Okay, so jeans it is!”

You get changed and model it for Sam, “What do you think?”

“You look great, Y/N,” she gives you a genuine smile, “ready for some makeup?”

“Yes, I am,” you say as you take a seat on the bed and turn to face her.

Sam brings out your makeup bag, even more surprised that you owned makeup, and starts on your base.

Sam finishes with your makeup and you look in the mirror. She had gone with a more natural look on you and you liked it. She plugs in your curling iron and as it’s heating up she says, “You are so not going in a ponytail, alright?” You just laugh at her not wanting to argue.

Sam fixes your hair and curls it just perfectly. After she’s finished you realize the hair brought the whole outfit together. It is close to 6:30 now and Demetri is going to arrive at any moment.

“Thank you so much, Sam,” you give her a hug.

“Of course, I am always here for you,” she hugs you back.

You both let go when you hear your mom and Demetri talking. You and Sam walk down the stairs to greet Demetri and your mother gasps, “Babygirl! You look beautiful!”

Demetri raises his eyebrow, “Well, aren’t you dressed to impress?”

“Shut up, D. Nothing wrong with wanting to look nice!”

Your mom gives you a hug, “Have fun tonight, okay? I’ll call you later.”

“Alright, Mom. I love you.”

Both Demetri and Sam tell your Mom goodbye as you all head outside.

“Well dudes! Goodluck. I hope you can put a stop to this,” she puts her arms out signaling a group hug and you both bring it in.

You get into Demetri’s car and start wringing your hands again.

“Nervous?” Demetri asks.

“Yeah, extremely,” you can feel yourself start to sweat as you get closer to Eli’s.

You arrive at his home and walk up to his door. You couldn’t find the strength to knock on the door so Demetri does. Eli answers and his face lights up at the sight of you.

He stutters, “H-h-hey, guys,” he steps back to let you in, refraining from telling you that you look beautiful.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Eli whispers, “just be nice for dinner then we'll talk later, okay?”

Demetri whispers back, “why the hell do you think we want to talk to you, dickhole?” Eli’s jaw tenses up.

You bump Demetri’s arm and stare daggers at him, “I agree. We will talk later.”

Eli leads you two to the kitchen and you’re greeted by his mom.

“Hey, Mrs. Moskowitz,” you and Demetri both say.

“Hey, kids! I’m so happy you came!” she beams up at you all, “take a seat. It’s almost done.”

You all take your seats with Demetri sitting beside you and Eli sitting across from you guys. You all sit there in awkward silence for a little bit.

Eli’s mom brings dinner to the table, “I hope you all like hamburgers.”

“Yeah, hamburgers are great,” you smile at her.

You all get to eating in silence and Eli’s mom can sense some tension between you all and decides to lead with the obvious “ice breaker,” “So, how’s school going?”

Your body tenses up when you hear Demetri speak, “Oh, just wonderful! It’s been a great year so far,” Demetri shrugs, “Well, besides the broken arm but I am just so thankful that Eli was there for it. Couldn’t have gotten through it if it wasn’t for him, you know?”

You just look down at the ground astonished at what Demetri said.

“Oh, honey, you had a broken arm? Well, I’m so glad Eli was there for you. How’d it happen?”

You knew the question would come but before Demetri could speak you said, “He jumped off a swing set!”

“H- he- he what?” Eli barely gets out.

“Oh, c’mon Eli! You were there! We dared him to jump out of the swing at the park!”

Demetri looks at you perplexed but agrees with your angle, “Oh, yeah. Eli was the one who triple dog dared me to do it,” Demetri feigns a laugh.

Eli sits there in shock. Totally surprised by the way you were covering for him.

“What, Eli?” you smirk at him, “Cat got your tongue?” You can see Eli gripping the table, his knuckles almost white.

“Shall we mention the time that you wrecked on your bicycle because Eli bumped into you and you got banged up pretty bad?” Demetri continues on, “man, even cost a hospital visit.”

“Oh yeah! That was completely his fault too, right, Eli?”

“What? No. I just–”

“You just what?” Demetri interrupts.

“I–”

“Feel bad?” You say.

“I mean–”

“Yeah, it was totally your fault,” Demetri laughs. Leaving Eli’s mom confused, sipping her drink just taking in the argument between you all.

“I’m sorry, Demetri. I really am,” Eli puts his hands on the table.

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes. From the bottom of my heart. I am sorry.”

“Good. Thanks,” that’s all Demetri could say.

“I’m guessing asking about school struck a nerve, huh?” Eli’s mom takes another sip and continues on eating.

You all finish your dinner with some more casual conversation and the tension starts to slightly dissipate.

Close to 7:30 you get a phone call from your mom, you excuse yourself from the table saying it was your mom and you see Eli’s face drop.

You knew that Eli had regretted what he said to you. You answer your mom reassuring her everything is fine and you hang up and walk back into the kitchen seeing Eli’s hurt expression.

Eli’s mom stands up from the table and starts cleaning, you offer, “Need any help, Mrs. Moskowitz?”

“No, honey. I think you three need to have a talk,” she looks back at you all with disappointment.

You felt like you wanted to disappear but you say, “I agree. Come on, guys.”

The boys stand up and follow you outside.

Eli stomps after you and Demetri catching you off guard, “You’re fucking kidding me!”

You and Demetri act innocent, you batting your eyes at Eli, “What did we do?”

“You fucking know what you did!” Eli exclaims with anger.

“What do you mean?” Demetri asks.

“Ruin dinner. My mom isn’t fucking stupid.”

“Well, we wouldn’t have to ruin dinner if you weren’t such an asshole,” Demetri rebuttals.

“Screw you, Demetri. Damn nerd.”

“Hawk, you’re so damn toxic,” you resorted to calling him Hawk again. Eli notices this and softens his tone.

“Y/N. Listen, I don’t know how to make things better,” he searches your face for something, anything, “please how do I make it better?”

Demetri steps in, “How about you change?”

“What do you mean?”

“Take this newfound strength, agility, and courage and use it for something good,” You step in this time, “instead of tearing everyone down, why don’t you start bringing people up?”

Eli almost scoffs but doesn’t, “I’m not a pussy.”

Demetri crosses his arms, “Who called you that?”

“Just because you can be a decent human being does not make you a pussy,” you say, “I miss you, Eli.” There it was. The dreaded word vomit.

Surprisingly Demetri gives in, “I miss you too.”

Eli’s strong facial expression gives way to sadness and regret, “Okay, deal. I’ll try to change. For you guys. Because, fuck,” he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to give in due to his ego.

“You miss us too?” You ask.

Eli looks up at you but doesn’t say a word. Demetri looks at Eli, “We won’t forgive you until you say it.”

“Please, I can’t,” Eli’s voice is shaky.

“Why can’t you just let go of this brainwashing?” You ask him.

Eli breathes in a shaky breath, “I miss you guys.”

You and Demetri sigh in relief and you let your emotions get the best of you and you hug him.

Eli’s body was tense and you could feel him holding back his tears. After a few seconds of hugging him you feel hands snake around your waist. You and Eli have never hugged this long before and you couldn’t help but damn your heart beat. You’re so sure that he could feel it by now. Fuck, you still love him.

Soon you feel Demetri come up to you guys and hug you both as well. Demetri was already crying and it made you chuckle by how crazily emotional he was. You all let go and you pat Demetri.

“Well, wasn’t this a successful dinner, huh?” Demetri says.

“To say the least.” Eli answers.

You get another text from your mom letting you know that it’s getting late and you should probably get home soon, “D, it’s time to go. Mom just messaged me.”

Demetri nods and tells you guys that he’s gonna go back inside and tell Eli’s mom goodbye.

This leaves you and Eli alone.

“I hope we didn’t ruin dinner too badly,” you say to Eli.

“Nah, not too bad,” Eli chuckles, “Oh! I got a surprise for you! Wait here, okay?”

“Okay?” You smile.

Eli quickly runs back inside and is out in a flash with his hands behind his back.

“Okay, Y/N. Close your eyes.”

You laugh and close your eyes, placing your hands over them.

“Are they closed?” You nod.

“Good. Hold out your hands,” you remove both hands from your eyes with Eli saying, “Wait! Make sure you still have your eyes closed!”

“They’re closed, chill!”

Eli places something in your hands and you start to smile, “Oh my god.”

“Open your eyes.”

You open your eyes and see a small bouquet of white daisies. Your smile was so big that you felt your mouth start to hurt, “Eli, they’re beautiful.”

“I know it doesn’t make up for much,” he shrugs his shoulders, “but it’s a start.”

You feel a tear fall from your face, “Yes. A pretty damn good start.”

You look up at Eli and you see him again. You see your best friend looking down at you. You think you see him starting to lean in but Demetri interrupts, “Ready to go, Y/N?”

Eli leans back quickly with you stuttering out, “Uh, yeah!”

“Am I interrupting something here?”

“What? No,” you look at Demetri.

Eli’s mom steps out on the porch and you yell, “Thank you so much for dinner!”

She smiles at you, “Anytime, doll!”

You all say your goodbyes and you head on home.

You couldn’t wait to tell your mom and Sam tomorrow about everything that happened over dinner.

You couldn’t believe that maybe, just maybe, Eli Moskowitz had some good in him.

[moregaythanyourealized]

First Impressions

Otto Octavius x reader

Working with others wasn’t your strong suit. People think you’re vulgar and rude. You like to call yourself brutally honest. This job wasn’t an exception. A science company that needed engineers, mechanics, and strong minds like your own. You had only been working here for a few months when gossip about a new super project was being passed around. No one bothered to tell you, of course. You just overheard it on your coffee break. Apparently some great scientist was coming in and taking over the entire lab.

Usually you’d be excited for an advancement in the world of fusion. But this new rich snobby scientist meant that for however long this project took you’d have; No office, Less working hours (meaning less pay), and worst of all....small talk

It was the day the new scientist was supposed to come in, you now knew his name was Otto Octavius. Your desk and your co workers desks were moved out of the lab and into a much smaller space. Cramping you all together like rats. You wore your usual attire and annoyed look as you entered the building. Although today you dawned some stylish eyeliner. Not for him of course, everybody was working extra hard to look presentable and professional. You passed by a co-worker who you didn’t really hate as much,

“Yo, Kathleen, is that guy here yet? Or do you think he’s too busy getting the windows on his lamborghini re-tinted?” You snorted at your own joke waiting for her response,

“Uh, he’s upstairs I think...in the lab.” You thanked her and walked up the steps. You pushed through nerds and geeks trying to reach your desk. A folder of your ideas carefully sealed with colorful clips sat in your drawer.

“L/n!” Turning around your boss was at the end of the hall stomping his feet,

“You were supposed to be in the lab by 7:30!” You glanced at the clock on the wall, 7:46,

“My apologies sir. I didn’t realize everyone would have a stick up their ass this morning. Besides traffic on the way here is always shitty.” You absentmindedly looked through your folder and took one page out pinning it to your cork board, until your boss grabbed your wrist and turned you towards him. His breath was heinous,

“Listen L/n, on a normal day I’d let you get away with being like this. But this is too important for you to fuck up.” glaring at you he released your arm,

“Get your shit together.” He spat. Waiting until he rounded the corner you groaned and tugged at your hair. Today just wasn’t your day. Taking a deep breath you smoothed out your shirt and walked to the lab pushing the door open and continuing inside. The colder air made you relax a bit. Hoping you’d be able to get some work done you sat down on a metal table in the corner. Crossing your legs and looking over blueprints for the next big thing in New York. The above ground bullet train. Sleek design and smooth riding on the rails...you hoped.

Kathleen walked in and shyly rapped your shoulder,

“Did you meet Mr Octavius?”

“He hasn’t come in yet.” You replied glancing her way, admiring how nice she looked even when she wasn’t trying,

“He’s right over there.” She points to a hunched over man in a red sweater. You got off the table and stared,

“That’s him? I thought he was like a janitor or some shit.” The man looked up raising a brow.

Fuck...probably said that too loud.

Waving awkwardly you grabbed Kathleen’s arm and dragged her over to the main table with you,

“Hello, I’m Dr Octavius. I believe we’ll be working together for the next few weeks.” He smiled sweetly and stuck out his hand which Kathleen accepted greatly,

“Actually Dr,” You chimed,

“You’ll be working with people from the east wing. They’re just letting you invade our entire office.” Kathleen stamped down on your foot lightly before turning back to the doctor,

“Y/n was just going to get me some coffee, do you want any Dr?” He nodded and you walked out making sure to slam the door. Stupid jerk, wearing a cute fucking sweater, trying to act all innocent. Trying to play god and mess with whatever sanity I have left. Pouring two cups of coffee you sighed, watching the steam spiral from the cup in a calming manner. Putting milk and sugar into one and nothing into the other.

Re-entering the lab Kathleen was no longer there. A disturbing silence made you want to turn on your radio. Octavius was still leaning over the desk writing things down. You held the drink infront of him,

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.” Your eye twitched. That was the final straw. You yanked the coffee back spilling it a bit,

“My name is Y/n L/n, I may not have your money or title but I expect the same respect you’d give any man on this team. Do you understand me?” He stood up quickly. You didn’t realize he was so tall,

“Now wait a moment Y/n, just a few minutes ago you were cursing and accusing me. Respect is about the last thing on my mind when I think of you.” Ah shit, he was kinda right. You weren’t mad at him. You were just mad at the world. Still you had bad energy in your system,

“But I apologize for calling you sweetheart. It was a crude mistake.” You set both coffees down gently and folded your arms looking at your boots. Saying sorry was the right thing to do, even if it sucked,

“I’m sorry for the way I acted Dr, I guess I’m just a little upset with the pay cuts.” He paused,

“They’re cutting your pay?” You nodded and sat down in one of the metal chairs,

“Everyone here who doesn’t work 24/7 alongside you for the next month gets their pay cut in half until you’re out of here.”

“But you didn’t choose to work less, that doesn’t seem right.” You sighed and rested your head on the table,

“Tell me about it.” While enjoying the feeling of cool table on your cheek you noticed one of his papers. You grabbed it and a pencil before erasing some of his math. You could feel him focused on you,

“Staring is rude.” You said not taking your eyes off the equations,

“You seem to be as well.” Chuckling a bit he sat down and tapped your hand drawing your attention to his soft features,

“I think I know what’s bothering you.”

“I already told you what’s bothering me.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue,

“No, not that. When you left for coffee, Kathleen and I had a small talk about your behavior” Jesus, he sounds like a high school principal,

“She told me that you act like this a lot around other people. And it’s my personal hypothesis that you are intimidated by others who you believe to be smarter or better. You’re afraid of losing your job and not being able to prove yourself. I’m assuming that started in your childhood, either with an absent father figure or bullies at school.” You sat in disbelief. No one had ever really laid out your problems and made them seem so simple. Your face heated up and you clenched your hands. Why did this make you feel so stupid? Why did he think he knew more about your feelings than you did?

Standing up you turned away. Once a demanding and harsh voice was now quiet and small failing to hide your distraught,

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

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The rest of the day was slow. Your desk felt like a prison where time never moved forward. Rethinking what he said. The repeated movie in your brain of him lecturing you, All of it slowly morphed into him not making noise at all. His mouth moved but no sound, it was wonderful. You just imagined him, dark eyes, large stature looming over you, soft hands....

“Y/n?”

“Fuck!” You hit your head against the wall and turned to see Kathleen. She leaned in to make sure you’re okay, her perfume hit your nose and you tried not to seem like you were enjoying the moment too much,

“What do you need Kathy?”

“Dr Octavius asked me to give this to you.” She handed you an envelope and hastily exited the room. The crisp paper unfolded in your hands. Reading the letter was like fiery kisses to your skin. Words pouring out like water from a faucet.

Y/n,

We obviously got off on the wrong foot. I do not think of you as a subordinate and I certainly hope you do not think of me as a threat. We both overstepped personal and professional boundaries today. I apologize sincerely for making you uncomfortable. What is science if not testing the waters though? To show my attitude towards a better future working together I invite you to lunch tomorrow downtown. I will pick you up outside at 12:30

All the best,

Dr Otto Octavius

Pinning the letter up next to your project on the cork board you admired it smiling. Perhaps second impressions will set you both straight.

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || You’re Drunk Crying [Request]

Seokjin:

Jin tried to hold back his laughter as you started crying in the seat next to him, he knew it would be mean to laugh at you right now since you were in such a drunken state you'd begun crying over a dog you'd seen in the street.

"You know I love you right, I love you so much Jin." You whimpered as you began moving around in the backseat, he'd sat you back there so you couldn't distract him while he was driving.

"You're so perfect and kind to me. Even now! I woke you up at 5 am to come and get me and you did!" You began sobbing heavily again as you laid down on the seats, going on about how perfect Jin was. Gushing about how much you loved everything he did for you.

"This is sweet baby, you won't remember any of this though." He chuckled as he pulled into the driveway of your shared house.

"How can I forget anyone as kind as you, you're so handsome!" You squished his cheeks together as he came closer to you to help you out of the car.

"You're so fucking perfect." He hummed along with you as you began to slur on your words a little, he shook his head at you as he wrapped his arms around your body. Letting you continue to ramble at him as he carried you through to the house. All of this was only going to boost his ego and allow him to bully you in the morning.

Yoongi:

The music was blaring through the speaker next to you so Yoongi couldn't hear what you were saying to him exactly,

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" You screamed to him as he asked you to repeat yourself for the sixth time in the span of 30 seconds, he could hear you crying down the phone to him and he felt a stab in his chest at the thought of you  crying.

"I love you too baby, where are you?" He asked concerned as he looked at the time, he was in the studio so he hadn't even known about you going out tonight.

"Out with the girls! W-We went for a drink!" You hiccupped between your sentence causing him to let out a small chuckle about how cute you were when you were drunk. He was used to you crying on him whenever you got drunk, gushing about how much you loved holly or your friends but this time it was all about him.

"Are you going home soon?" He questioned as he began to pack up his own things getting ready to go home or grab you from whatever club you happened to be in.

"Soon. I-I want cuddles Yoongles. I want you to hold me." The sniffles had already started so he chuckled to himself, promising to come by and grab you if you told him what club you happened to be in that night.

Hoseok:

Hoseok grunted as he set you down on the bed, it was 3 am and you were sobbing hysterically over something Hoseok didn't understand. Tears were gushing down your cheeks as you made incoherent remarks to him about what was making you cry so much,

"Baby please tell me what's wrong." He begged, sitting in front of you only for you to grab onto his cheeks and stare into his eyes.

"You. You're what's wrong! How can someone be so full of sunshine and happiness...You're a literal angle!" He frowned as you said angle instead of what he assumed you were trying to say as "angel". He shooked his head at you as you laid back against the sheets and began to tell him how much you loved him. Crying while you gushed out all of the reasons you loved him, he teared up listening to everything you had to say about him while he got you ready for bed.

"Thank you Angle, I love you too." He teased you as you passed out in the bed, snuggling into the sheets as you breathed in the scent of Hoseok's pillow.

Namjoon:

Being away from one another was never easy but it was even harder when you got drunk and called Namjoon on skype, crying to him about something. He knew how much of an emotional drunk you were so he expected nothing less tonight only this time you surprised him. When he answered the call he expected to see you in the street crying but not this time. This time you were curled up in bed dressed in one of his hoddies crying to him.

"What's wrong baby? See a cute dog?" He questioned referencing back to the time you called him crying over a homeless man and his dog.

"My boyfriend is so fucking perfect. He gets to live his dream life! H-He's just so smart and loving-" You continued to ramble on about Namjoon as he listened to you, chuckling as he realised you probably meant to call one of your friends instead.

"Baby...Look at the screen." He whispered to you as he looked at the screen at you, as soon as you saw him you began to sink into the hoodie.

"Is this what you do when I'm gone?" He smiled as he put his writing items down and snuggled into the hotel bed, wanting to be as comfortable as you were.

Jimin:

Jimin didn't expect to walk into the kitchen and find you crying on the floor to the cat when he came downstairs. He thought you were staying at a friends place for the night so he jumped up when he heard small sniffles.

"You're on the floor baby," He cooed when he looked down to see you laid on the floor eating a slice of bread straight out of the bread bin,

"Any reason you're eating bread?" He chuckled as he sat down in front of you,

"S-Soak up the alcohol." You slurred as you handed him a half-eaten piece but he took it away from you, placing it on the counter behind his head,

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?!" You whimpered as you crawled over to him, laying down with your head resting on his thigh. Silent tears gushing down your cheeks as you began to list off the reasons you loved him.

"I look at you and I instantly feel like I'm at home like I belong somewhere." You sobbed to him as you tried to stop yourself from crying but the alcohol in your system was making you more emotional than usual.

"Come up to the bed, you can tell me how much you love me while we fall asleep." He chuckled softly as he looked down at you, your hands covering your eyes as you cried hard into them.

Taehyung:

Your friends had called Taehyung to come and get you, you were crying into one of their arms when Taehyung rushed into the bathroom to find you.

"Babe?" As soon as you heard his voice and saw his face you began to cry harder, getting up and wrapping your arms around him as you sobbed into his chest. No one had told him what was making you cry so he looked at your friend for answers,

"They mixed their drinks, they're just gushing about you." Your best friend told him as you began to mumble against Taehyung's chest about how much you loved everything he did for you, including driving out in the middle of the night to come and get you.

"I love you too baby, come on." He chuckled as he began leading you out of the bathrooms and towards the exit, trying to get you into the car as quickly as your drunken Bambi legs would allow you to go.

"you're so kind to me, most people would just leave me alone to cry." You whimpered as he sat you in the front passenger seat, leaning over to do your seatbelt up.

Jungkook:

Jungkook winced as you came bounding over to him from the small stage area, your best friend had called him when you'd gotten up to perform your seventh song of the night. All of them some big cheesy romance song which you'd devoted to your boyfriend, even though he wasn't there.

"KOOKIE!" He gripped onto you as you were about to slip and kissed your forehead, as soon as he came into contact with you though you began to sob at him, whimpering as you pushed your head into his chest.

"They've been emotional all night," Your friend whispered to Jungkook as they both began to walk you out of the small bar and over to his car which was waiting for you.

"I have not," You whimpered, Jungkook chuckled as you sat in the car. Folding your arms over your chest as you pouted at him,

"I've been expressing my love for my boyfriend." You sniffled as you stared out of the front of the window.

"You've been devoting your love for me, baby?" He chuckled starting up the engine and reaching for your hand as you continued to let out small sobs, telling him how much you appreciated everything he does for you.

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[marvelsbetch]

Peter Parker’s parent teacher conference

Warnings: IronStrange, Supremefamily, bullied Peter, dick head teachers, anxious Peter and homophobia.

-Peter POV-

"Hey Bambi, why didn't you tell us about your parent-teacher conference tomorrow night?" Pops asked sitting next to me on the living room couch.

"I didn't think you would've wanted to go? Dads not the one for school or teachers and you're -well- you." I explained tentatively.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Just so you know, we'll be there for around 5 so just after your decathlon meeting. It'll just be me and your dad so no need to be embarrassed." Pops told me.

"Thanks. This'll be the first parent-teacher conference I would've ever been to." I told him.

"Same kid. It's a first time experience for us all." Pops smiled at me.

"Not many times that happens." I commented resting my head on his shoulder.

"No it's not Bambi, no it's not." He smiled putting his head on mine.

-Next day at 5 o'clock-

"Hey Penis, what're you still doing here? This is a thing for kids with parents." Flash taunted walked passed me in the gymnasium as I waited for my dads.

"Shut up Flash, you know nothing about my family." I told him.

"You better watch your tone Parker or you'll have another black eye." Flash threatened getting really close to me.

"If you would be so kind as to step away from my kid, it would he greatly appreciated." Pops' voice spoke from next to me. They must've just arrived.

"Oh my God! It's Stephen Strange! And Tony Stark!" Flash all but yelled making the whole room fall silent.

"It's Stephen Stark actually. I didn't spend thousands on a wedding for people to not recognise my changed last name." Pops corrected.

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a fan of both of your works." Flash blabbered composing himself.

"Eugene! We've been looking everywhere for you!" A man, who I presume is Flash's father, scolded walking up to us with a woman trailing behind.

"Sorry father but look who I found. The Starks." Flash excitedly announced.

At this point I slowly slipped away from him and walked up to my Dad who gladly greeted me with a hug. I could feel the warmth of the arc reactor on my chest and it gave a strange comfort. After a few moments we let go but I didn't move very far, being so close to Flash made me really anxious.

"Underoos you okay?" Dad asked me worriedly trying to look into my eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine, just tired. I was up late finishing a piece of homework last night." I lied hoping Pops wouldn't say anything as I fell asleep on him last night.

"Wow Mister Stark. I must say I'm a big fan of your work. If you haven't noticed I try to style myself off of you." Flash's father said showing off his black tailored suit and aviator sunglasses and reached out for a handshake.

"I'm flattered but I don't do handshakes. I'm not the biggest fan of touching." Dad told him trying to give a convincing smile.

"Then why've you got an arm around Pen-Peter?" Flash asked making both my Dads give him the 'Bitch WTF' look. I hate that look. Dad was about to say something but I decided to cut in.

"So, why don't we do what you came here to do and speak to my teachers? Sounds great, let's go." I spoke grabbing Pops' hand and dragging him and Dad to one of my teachers.

"Who was he?" Dad asked in a demanding tone.

"Nobody important. Look Mr. Harrington's free. Let's go and talk to him." I rushed and pulled my dads towards Mr. Harrington's table.

"Ah, Peter and Mr. and Mr. Stark. Lovely to meet you, I love all you've done for the world." Mr Harrington spoke as we took our seats.

"Thank you Mr. Harrington." Pops said.

"No problem. So, I teach Peter Physics and I've got no problems. The only thing I would say is that he is often on his phone during lesson and doesn't listen that much. However with that being said, he's never got below an A+ on his tests. You should be proud of him." Mr. Harrington smiled.

"We are. Is that all?" Dad said ruffling my hair slightly.

"That's all thanks." Mr. Harrington announced and shook Pops' hand before we walked away.

"That was a really good report but who're you texting during class? It better not be one of the others or your dad." Pops asked and gave Dad a pointed look.

"No it's this guy I met online. His names Harley Keener and he seems really nice." I explained as I lead them to my history teacher.

"Harley Keener?" Dad asked shocked.

"Yeah. Why? Do you know him?" I questioned.

"Sorta. I'll explain when we get home." Dad dismisses before turning around to face my history teacher Mrs. Keens.

"Wow, this is a shock. It's not everyday the Starks turn up to a parent-teacher conference. How are you both?" She rushed out slightly flustered.

"We're doing fine thank you. How is Peter in this subject?" Pops asked, straight to the point as always.

"Peter is amazing, always hands his homework in on time, always listens in lesson and has never received less than an A on a test. You should be proud of him." She informed smiling at me.

"Wow, our little goody-two-shoes." Dad teased ruffling my hair slightly.

"One thing that you may or may not be aware of is a boy called Eugene Thomson. He seems to be bullying Peter for whatever reason, I've caught him a few times throwing paper balls at Peter or sliding him malicious notes. I'm not sure if it's friendly or not but I felt you should know. Thank you." Mrs. Keens informed, may the ground swallow me up now.

"We will also discuss this later on." Pops told me sternly, oh no.

We left Mrs. Keens with a slight wave and headed back to the main area to find another teacher. My eyes landed on my English teacher who didn't seem very happy, this is not going to end well.

"Oh look, it's your English teacher." Dad commented and pointed to Mr. Malory. Fuuuuuuuuck.

"How do you know my English teacher?" I asked worriedly.

"Research department, making sure my son has the best education he can. Let's go to him now while he's free." Dad brushed off and started to walk towards him. God save me.

My English teacher hates me for no reason, always turns a blind eye to Flash, always nitpicks my assignments and finds any reason to not give me a good grade. He's also quite homophobic and has expressed on many occasions his hatred for my Dads and anything to do with them. He even leads a group called the 'Freedom from Starks'. This is so not ending well.

"Peter, didn't expect to see you here." Mr. Malory commented not looking up from his clip board.

"Well, this is a parent-teacher conference and I, as his parent, would like to speak to my sons teacher about his school work. If you'd be so kind." Dad said, his words oozing sarcasm and sass. He really did his research.

Mr. Malory picked his head up and stared Dad dead in the face. The distaste clearly shown on both faces as the three of us took our seats, Pops took Dad's hand, probably as a way to calm him down. This is worse than I thought.

"Well, if I'm being honest, Peter is the worse student I've ever taught. He's disruptive in lessons, throws paper at a wonderful student called Flash Thompson, slides Flash malicious notes and seems to find any excuse to blame Flash. His work is simply upgradable and I couldn't thing on a bigger lost cause than your son. Any questions?" Mr. Malory spoke and Dads face got redder and redder with anger.

"Really, then why did the last teacher we speak to say it was the other way around, that 'Flash' was the one throwing paper and passing notes?" Dad questioned leaning forward in his seat.

"Look, I don't know what happens in other lessons and quite frankly, I don't care. All I know is Peter is a major distraction and it's bordering bulling with Flash." Mr. Malory told us.

"What about his work is so upgradable? Is it his handwriting or the content of what he's writing?" Pops asked placing his other hand on top of Dads. This is getting serious.

"The content. The ludicrous stories of the Norse Gods and his 'adventures' with them are beyond reason. His stories are beyond the realm of possibility and are just ludicrous." Mr. Malory told them.

"His stories about the Norse Gods, does this involve Thor putting his hammer in inconvient places or Loki and black widow being kind and caring to others?" Das asked.

"Yes." Was Mr. Malory's short response.

"Well, it is within the realm of possibility as it happens. Every single day at the compound or sanctum." Pops spit out trying to keep calm.

"Oh well, maybe he should learn to be more creative with his stories." Mr. Malory spoke silently challenging Pops.

"Thanks sir." I hastily said before dragging both my dads out of their seats and walking off.

"No Pete, I would like to hear more about how much of a bad student you are." Dad argued challenging Mr Mallory.

"And I will be glad to provide. Mr Park-"

"Stark." Dad deadpans.

"Mr Stark is highly disruptive not only to Mr Thomson but is also always on his phone, sleeping in class or just straight up not listening. Honestly, his behaviour is a reflection as to why you people shouldn't be allowed to have kids, you simply don't know how to raise them." Mr Mallory continued to explain. Dad went red.

"What do you mean by you people?" Pops asked scarily calm as be placed a hand on Dad's knee to soothe him slightly.

"Gays. You shouldn't be allowed children because there's not a mother to properly raise them, I never had these issues when Peter lived with May. I honestly think it would be in his best interest to place him back in her care."

Oh my god. He knows May is dead. He knows that I can't be 'placed back in her care' and It was the same when I did live with her, nothing changed.

We were all stunned into silence, including some of the surrounding parents and teachers who were stunned. Well, we were silent until Dad blew up at him.

"How dare you," he began, "I take as good care of my son as any other parent here does, I give him as much as I can and do everything I can to be a good parent to him. If he's sleeping in your classes or being distracted then maybe you should make your lessons more interesting and not be blind sighted by your homophobic, bigoted and downright dickish beliefs. Your head may be crammed so far up your ass you can smell your lungs but maybe once join us in the real world and see that just because people are different doesn't mean they're not as capable. I will be putting in a formal complaint and if I were you, I'd start looking for new places of employment seeing as I am one of the biggest donators to this school. Come on Pete, we're going home."

Dad then grabbed Pops' hand and my arm before storming out of the building towards the car. You could see the steam coming out of his ears as Pops tried in a desperate attempt to calm him down.

I think I can safely say that this night was a disaster.

[kaunis-sielu]

A Favor

“Auntie!” Anya says the second you answer your phone, “I need your help!”

“What’s wrong?” You’d learned quickly that her version of an emergency and yours were very different.

“My principal wants to talk to my parents!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m sick of Ted Cramer being a bully so I punched him.”

“Okay, so why are you calling me?”

“My parents are out on a mission!”

“Oh.” Keeping who Anya’s parents are a secret is the only thing keeping her in normal school, which was something both agents had wanted for their daughter. “I’ll grab one of your uncles and come in.”

“Not uncle Bucky okay?”

“Why not?”

“Um, last time he was here the principal called him a terror or something and uncle Bucky got really sad.”

“Okay, not Bucky. Are you in the office now honey?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell the principal we’ll be there soon.”

“Um, could you just say you’re my parents? They haven’t met them and you don’t travel as much as my parents do, and you look a lot like me. Since you work behind the scenes people won’t know.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please!” She begs, “otherwise they’re just gonna demand my parents come in and then they’re gonna be recognized and I’ll have to leave all my friends!” She sounds so upset that you cave,

“Okay fine.”

“Thank you! Okay I gotta go, I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon honey.” You hang up then and grab your purse to head out and find one of the boys. You know that Bucky, Steve, Scott and Bruce are all home. Bucky is already out and you don’t think Scott is around enough to be a good Clint substitute. You round one of the corners and nearly crash into Steve, “ah!” You cry startled at the sudden appearance of the Captain.

“Sorry, you okay?” He asks and you nod.

“Hey, I need a favor. Well, actually Anya needs a favor.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yea, just in trouble and needs two people to come to the school.”

“Let me get changed.” You haven’t told him all the information yet but he’s already ready to jump in and help Anya. It’s one of the reasons you adore the man, always ready to help his family.

“Oh, okay I’ll meet you downstairs?” He nods then disappears into his room, you make your way down to one of the cars and as you’re walking up he appears out of the stairwell. He’s in a black shirt, jeans and a grey jacket that either belongs to him, Sam or Bucky, you’ve seen all three men wear it so you’re not sure who it belongs to.

“You want me to drive or do you wanna?” He asks and you pull open the passenger side door in response. “Alright.” He chuckles then gets into the car and heads for Anya’s school.

“So just a heads up she’s asked me to pretend to be Natasha, well actually Natalie Rushman.”

“Why?”

“Nat and Clint are gone so often and since I don’t go out on missions to fight I’m home more than anyone. If Anya needs someone to come in again I’m the best option, I’m not a familiar Avenger. You might be more of a problem, having to explain how I know Captain America.”

“I wear a mask and I’ve got my undercover hat in the back.” He tells you with a grin and you laugh softly.

“Alright, if asked I’ll just say I work for Stark.” You say as he pulls into the parking lot. You climb out of the car and make your way into the school, Steve’s hat is low and somehow it does make him look less like Captain America and more like suburban dad.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The woman sitting at the front desk asks, it was too easy to get into the school, you glance up at Steve and see a small frown on his face. He must be thinking the same thing.

“Hi-“

“Mom! Dad!” Anya cries rushing you and Steve who you share a surprised look with Steve as Anya wraps her arms around your waist and buried her face in your stomach.

“You must be Anya’s parents, I’ll let Principal Decker know you’re here.”

“Thank you.” You tell her and the second she turns away you conjure rings for your and Steve’s fingers.

“Good thinkin’ Sweetheart.” He mutters into your hair.

“Anya, can you tell us a little more about why we were called in here?”

“Ted Cramer wouldn’t leave me alone, he keeps pulling my hair and poking my side and taking my stuff. When I told Mr. Sanders he just told me to ignore it so when Ted grabbed me at recess I punched him.” She looks up at you and that’s when you see the forming bruise around her eye.

“Anya who hit you?” Steve asks, his voice low.

“Nick Sanders. He’s best friends with Ted.”

“So why are you the only one in the office?” You ask, irritation building.

“Because the boys are in with the nurse.” A male voice says and you look up to see a man in a suit standing in front of you. “You must be Mr. and Mrs. Rushman. Principal Decker.” He reaches a hand out for Steve’s and he shakes it coldly.

“Bradley actually, Clark Bradley. My wife kept her last name and since she did all the work we decided to give Anya her last name.”

“My apologies, let’s move this to my office?” He offers and when he goes to touch you to guide you into his office you shy away, Steve wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and when Principal Decker gestures for you to sit Steve stands behind your chair arms folded tightly.

“So you’ve called the other children’s parents?” You ask hoping that he isn’t going to disappoint you but considering he’s already pretty much ignored you you don’t have a whole lot of hope.

“Considering Anya is the one who started the fight we’re a little more concerned with dealing with her behavior first.”

“That’s not the story we heard.” You tell him, glancing over at Anya who looks furious.

“Well, you can’t always believe everything children say.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says through gritted teeth, “did you just call our daughter a liar?”

“No, no, I just think it’s unwise to just assume you’re getting the whole story.”

“I told them the whole story!”

“Anya if you can’t be respectful then I’m going to ask you to sit in the office.” Principal Decker warns and she folds her arms tightly over her chest, that’s when you notice the rip in her shirt.

“Anya, turn around please.” You tell her and there’s a large tear in the back of her shirt. “Did this happen when you were defending yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Fighting Mrs. Rushman.” Principal Decker interrupts.

“Maybe Anya should go out into the hallway.” Steve growls and you reach behind you to take his hand.

“No,” you counter, “Anya needs to be here to hear this just as much as Principal Decker does.” Your voice is steady, calm, “we have taught Anya to defend herself if someone has touched her when she has asked them not to. Ted Cramer has been an issues all school year, I know because I’ve already emailed Mr. Sanders about it.” Not a lie, as her godmother Natasha has you in their parent email so that you can step in if needed. He opens his mouth to speak but you hold up a hand, “I am not finished.” His mouth closes again, “We won’t be pressing charges against the school for allowing sexual harassment to continue,”

“Sexual harassment? Hold on a minute, they’re 10!”

“He has been pulling her hair, touching her and taking her things all year.”

“Little boys do that when they like little girls! He just has a crush.”

“I see you’re married Principal Decker,” You say gesturing at his ring, “do you poke your wife? Do you pick on her? Take her things? Touch her when she asks you to stop? Because if you do you’re an abuser.” His mouth drops open. “Am I pleased that Anya felt her only course of action was to hit someone to get them to leave her alone? No, I’m furious that her teacher and principal did not listen to her and made her feel like she had to defend herself. Now, how long will she be out of school? My husband and I have jobs to do and frankly you’re an ass.”

“Mrs. Rushman!” He sputters but you stand and hold out a hand for Anya’s.

“How long Principal Decker?”

“Three days.”

“Very well. Anya go get your things.” You turn then and make your way out of the principal’s office Steve behind you.

“Damn Sweetheart.” He mutters and you give his hand a little squeeze. Then he disappears with Anya to gather her things. You head out for the car, leaning against the sleek black thing in the sunshine. Hopefully Clint and Nat won’t be too upset with how you and Steve handled this.

“You! Are you that little Rushman bitch’s mom?”

“Excuse me?” You ask standing up straight as a woman comes storming toward you.

“You heard me. I’m gonna kick your ass.” She takes a swing at you that you see coming a mile away. You duck under her arm, step behind her and throw and elbow into her shoulder blade throwing her off balance. She stumbles forward and you turn to face her again as she whips around.

“My daughter took on three boys and only had a black eye and a ripped shirt. Where do you think she learned to fight?” You ask calmly as the woman rushes you again, you wait and shove her away as you sidestep her again she goes stumbling. Technically it was Natasha but the woman doesn’t need to know that. This time when she rushes you you don’t move, instead you catch her arm and spin her into the car pinning her against the hood.

“Mom?”

“Hi Anya. Clark.”

“Everything alright here Sweetheart?”

“Yea, this is one of the boys mom. She doesn’t seem pleased with how we decided to raise our daughter to not be a passive little thing who lets boys do whatever they want.”

“Fuck you!” The woman screams and you twist her arm painfully.

“Language. You’re at an elementary school.” You say coolly, “Anya honey get in the car please.”

“Anything you need from me Sweetheart?”

“Mm, her husband doesn’t seem too pleased.”

“Let go of my wife you fucking bitch!” He roars his truck squealing to a stop behind your car. He comes bolting out of the car and Steve sighs.

“Honestly. Who do they think taught our kid to kick ass?” Steve grumbles placing himself between you and the large tatted man.

“He’s gonna kill you!” His wife says from where you still have her pinned to your car.

“Friday, are police on their way?” You ask your watch.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” You say before a loud crash happens behind you.

“I told you to calm down.” Steve says and when you glance behind you you see the other man groaning against his car, a body shaped dent in the hood.

“Mick! Mick! Do something!” The woman yells struggling against you as the police roll up.

“I don’t think Mick is gonna be getting up anytime soon.” Steve says with a sigh. The two police officers come up and she starts screaming about how you’d attacked her. The police take her from you and when they attempt to cuff you too Steve speaks up.

“You probably shouldn’t do that.”

“Are you threatening us sir?”

“No, but she does work for Stark and the whole thing was caught on that camera so maybe check the security camera before you go slapping cuffs on people.”

The two officers call for an ambulance to check on Mick then one goes inside to see what was caught on the camera. When he comes out with a flash drive you’re free to go.

“Thanks Auntie. Thanks uncle Steve.” Anya says from the backseat as Steve pulls out of the school parking lot.

“Don’t thank us quite yet. You still have to tell your parents that you were suspended.” Anya groans loudly before pulling her phone from her pocket. “On speaker please.” You instruct, she’s a tricky thing.

“What? Don’t you trust me?”

“Considering I just played your mom and Steve your dad, no I do not.” She groans but does as you ask and calls her mom on speakerphone.

It’s not the worst conversation and you’re glad that Nat and Clint found that you and Steve played them entertaining. You make sure to tell them that you’ll make sure she gets her schoolwork done before she goes back next week.

“So, I was thinking we deserve ice cream.” Steve says once Anya hangs up with her parents.

“I think that sounds like a great idea. What do you think Anya?”

“I love ice cream. Uncle Steve you should ask Auntie out.”

“Oh, um.” Steve stutters and you glance over your shoulder at Anya.

“Anya you don’t just get to decide things like that for people.”

“But he likes you, and you like him Auntie.” Before you can say anything else Steve chuckles,

“Well she’s not wrong.” Steve says and your gaze whips over to him.

“What?”

“I do like you. So, what do you say? First date at an ice cream parlor with our niece?”

“That sounds perfect.”

[ginanosakka]

You’re Wrong

Masterlist

The Scars You Hide | Next

You tried to focus on the words of the textbook in front of you, but after an hour of studying, it was becoming hard to care about what stops you from flying out of a car when you turn and how to create a math equation out of it. It didn’t help that it was late in the night that you finally found time to study, your mother dragging you out on a shopping spree where you were forced to smile and nod at whatever she wanted you to wear.

‘I don’t understand why everyone likes shopping so much,’ your thoughts ran off as you looked at the new clothes that laid in the bags sprawled across the floor for your maid, Jun, to put up while you were at school tomorrow morning.

When your phone dinged you jumped at the sound, but before you could even check what the message was and who sent it, something hard smacked against your window. With your unchecked phone in hand, you crept towards the window, cursing your parents for giving you the room on the first floor of your enormous home. Pulling the curtains gently as if whatever had come knocking wouldn’t notice you, you peeked outside and immediately let out a breath of relief.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered after throwing your window open and pushing your curtains to the side.

Katsuki stood outside your home, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants paired with those combat boots he seemed to love more than life. He looked nuts, and maybe he was if he decided to jump your gate and throw things at your window, but the look on his face told you that this wasn’t a time to give him shit on his matching skills.

“Just let me in, dork.” He grunted, and you complied silently by stepping to the side.

That was the first night of many nights when Katsuki couldn’t bare to be alone with his thoughts and came to you to fill in the silence with nonsense. He’d let you complain about your mother, your father, and your maid with only short responses and noises of acknowledgment. When he’d finally jump back out your window at an absurd time, something you worried about since Mina told you how he had a set bedtime for himself, you’d lay in bed with your heart full until you could finally sleep.

Maybe it was how much you talked and complained about your superficial problems. . maybe that’s why everyone hated you.

“You have to talk to her!” Mina huffed, tailing behind Katsuki on his patrol, both of them on duty protecting the city.

Obviously, Mina was more worried about rekindling a fire that was never truthfully lit than stopping a mugger.

Katsuki was doing his best not to shout at her, after the restaurant incident, he’d been forced to do damage control on his image. The reports wasted no time making a story out of it, calling him a temperamental monster for yelling at you. When he watched the video back on a popular tabloid site, Katsuki couldn’t help but agree as he saw the look in your eyes. Still, that was probably nothing to how you looked when he walked away all those years ago, but it’s not like he looked back then.

All it took was meeting you again for you to start taking over his life again, not only conquering his media image in hours, but also his mind with all the hypotheticals. It was hard for Katsuki to see himself as a father, but he’d been one for six years without even knowing. He wondered what your son looked like now and how he acted. Did he have a short temper? Does he even have a quirk?

That was another thing that bothered him; the fact that he didn’t feel any emotions about whether or not his child was quirkless. His whole life he saw people without quirks as weak — he couldn’t count the times he mentioned you being quirkless, let alone Deku — but it was like he couldn’t draw any anger or disappointment at the thought of his son being perfectly average. After looking at that picture, all he wanted to do was get to know his own flesh and blood, and he was still pissed that you took that away from him.

“I don’t want to talk to her and I never will. I’ll take her to court to get my kid if I have to, but I want nothing to do with some spoiled princess.” Katsuki spat, and Mina was beginning to get fed up with how he refused to listen.

She snatched him by the arm, forcing him to turn around and look at her. Even now Katsuki’s glares still sent a shiver down her spine, but she was much more frustrated than scared right now. His red eyes went against her black and yellow ones, neither of them being acknowledged by bystanders who moved around them on the assumption that this was just two heroes discussing something they had no business listening to. That was only kind of correct.

“Her dad threw her out when he found out! She had no one but herself, Katsuki! . . . I don’t even know how she’s surviving, and by talking to her and helping her, you’ll be helping Ryu.”

Katsuki’s glare melted at the last word she spoke and he found himself whispering, “his name is Ryu.”

The tension had vanished into thin air at the mention of his son’s name, the warmth that engulfed his body not being one he’d ever felt before. He’d never even met the kid and he already had Katsuki wrapped around his finger, and Mina knew it. A grin spread across her face when she realized it, and with that, the first phase of her plan was complete. Neither of you may know it, but the son you two shared could bring you two together.

“How was school?” You asked Ryu as you both walked home from his daycare, the school being a small walk from your cozy home and quite safe due to being in the less populated area of the city.

“Boring,” he snorted and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his displeasure. “No one cares about my quirk because stupid Nora can glitter in the sunlight!”

“Does it matter? You like your quirk, don’t you?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. . Did you ever get bullied for not having a quirk, mom?” Ryu looked up at you, his big e/c wide and curious for what kind of answer you’d give him.

‘Why do children have to ask tough questions? What happened to why the chicken crossed the road?’ You sweat dropped, and quickly tried to come up with a soft but honest answer.

You didn’t lie to Ryu about things, not even about why he was now your only family, but you didn’t present him hard truths that you didn’t think he was ready for. Basically, you gave a blanket answer; a broad answer that wouldn’t hurt him. He was only five after all, why the hell did a five year old need to know about dishonor and abandonment?

“Well, no,” you started gently. “My dad, your grandfather, kind of made sure that didn’t happen and I didn’t know that I was a thing until I was older.”

Until I met your dad.

You ran a hand through his hair and pulled him closer as you walked, “and now I definitely don’t need a quirk when I have you to protect me, right?”

Ryu smiled a smile so bright that you wondered if he could rival the sun, and it warmed you to the very core. That smile was what you lived for, it was the reason you found yourself and wanted to be better. You couldn’t imagine where’d you’d be right now if he hadn’t changed your whole world, the thought of living in your father’s shadow being unthinkable now. You’d trump him, you’d trump his entire company, and you’d trump everyone who used you.

‘I’m strong because of you.’

“Of course, I’m your hero!” Ryu cheered.

“That’s right,” you chuckled.

You came up on your house, and the smile and warmth you once had was taken from you so suddenly that you stopped in your tracks a few feet away from your door. Ryu gasped from beside you and you heard his bag drop to the floor, but you knew his shock was the complete opposite of yours. Both of you were looking at the tall blonde man that stood in front of your door, leaning against it staring into space until he heard the bag drop. His red eyes fell on the both of us and you stopped breathing, not sure of what to do, or better yet * what he’d do.

“You’re Dynamight!” The first words were spoken by your son, his high pitched voice nearly yelling those words as he took a few steps forward.

You watched Katsuki’s reaction carefully, trying to prepare yourself to get Ryu away from him if he even so much as snapped at him. This wasn’t how you wanted them to meet — you didn’t want them to meet at all — and from your last interaction, you weren’t sure if he even wanted to meet Ryu. Yet all you could do was watch for the time being.

Katsuki looked him dead in the eyes, his usual resting bitch face, but there was something soft about it that shocked you. He was in his hero uniform, probably coming straight here from whatever hero work he was doing, and there was no question on who told him your address.

You’d most definitely be strangling a certain pink pixie later.

“Yeah, you’re Ryu, right?” Katsuki said, talking the next few steps towards him and bending down to be his height.

Ryu’s face was out of your sight, but you could imagine he was exploding with happiness. “Yeah! How did you know? Did you come to recruit me for your agency?! Mom, did you know?”

‘If I knew he was coming I would have sent you across the country.’

“I didn’t, but why don't we invite Mr. Dynamight in? He’s probably tired,” you suggested.

“Oh yeah! Come in, we can talk about hero stuff and I can show you my toys!”

Ryu took Katsuki’s hand as you walked past them, brushing Katsuki’s shoulder gently and ignoring how your body yearned to feel that warmth more closely. You unlocked the door and let Ryu lead him in, closing the door behind them and taking off your heels. Both of you were technically still in work attire, yours being business casual while his was. . hero official?

Katsuki was probably unnerved by Ryu’s talkative nature, but you simply went to the kitchen like you usually did when you got home and rummaged the cabinets for your tea. As long as they were both in close range, you could take a second to pull yourself together so you don’t throw your child’s idol and father out of your home if he so much as breathes in a way you didn’t like. If you were to act out now, you’d really have to sit down with the boy, and if you weren’t ready for them to meet, you certainly weren’t ready for that.

Your tea kettle didn’t even get to whistle before you took it off the stove, pouring the piping hot water into a cup with your tea and adding the sugar. The noise had died down in the living room where you could hear Ryu tell Katsuki all he knew about him — which was a lot — and you were staring to become concerned that Bakugou had possibly said something that hurt his feelings or kidnapped your child, but those theories were put to rest when footsteps came into the kitchen.

“He talks as much as you did.” Those words affected you more than you’d like to admit, not expecting him to want to make any connections between you and the son you both shared.

“He’s my son,” you stated the obvious. Turning around to face him with your tea in hand, taking a small sip of the burning hot liquid as you gazed at him with cold eyes.

Katsuki didn’t know what else to say, he had no plan for what he’d do once he got here, only getting your address from Mina and refusing to ask for advice. He had never walked on eggshells with someone before, it was usually everyone else trying not to piss him off. He didn’t know if he was scared of you, or how wrong he was about you. He didn’t have a clue that you were living a normal life, and once he came across your house in such a small neighborhood without gates and security, he felt even more guilty about yelling at you in that restaurant.

“When I told you to tell me when you’re ready to meet him, I didn’t mean just show up at my house.” You said, and as calm as it sounded, he could tell that you were picking your words wisely. She obviously didn’t want Ryu to know who he was yet, and he didn’t think he wanted to either with how happy the kid was to see him as his idol.

How would he see him if he knew he was his dad?

“How did you do it? . . I mean, what do you do now?” Katsuki asked, choosing to ignore your initial statement and get the answers he was seeking.

You were getting tired of being questioned, but this is what you get for reaching out. “If you’re asking how I’m able to take care of us, it’s because I started my own business with the money I had saved up. Next question,” you answered casually as you continued sipping your tea.

“. . Why did you tell me now?”

He noticed that question seemed to break your composure, your cold and aloof expression turned sorrowful and your eyes stayed glued to your cup. Katsuki didn’t understand why he felt his stomach drop at the sight of it, but he blamed it on the guilt he already felt.

“Ryu started asking about you more. . and I thought maybe it was because I wasn’t spending enough time with him. . but the more time we spent together the more questions he’d ask about you. I had to face the facts that I can’t play the part of mom and dad, and he deserved to meet his real dad even if we never get along. He deserved to get to make his own impression of you,” you admitted.

Katsuki was once again speechless, but the spotlight was quickly torn off of him.

“He’s my dad?”

A/N: Annnnd we have a new chapter! I hope you enjoy, and thank you all for all the love on this book 🥺! I appreciate all the comments and revolves so much! Muah!

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[mgg-theprettiestboy]

Just a thought. A blurb or smth with Spencer where you’re dating him but Elle’s really snappy and blunt towards you because she thinks she’s entitled to Spencer [she took his virginity i will not be queationed] and he gets mad at her?

ooooooh interesting interesting i like

–

you had moved to the BAU about a year ago now, and you and spencer had started going on dates a few weeks ago. you made it official last week, and you were still on cloud nine. spencer was just the perfect guy, nothing like any of the boys you dated before. he was going on 25 now, and you were only a few months younger, so the BAU team were constantly doting on you both, the BAU babies. well, everyone except elle. who seemed to hate your guts.

maybe it was because you were another woman? internalised sexism was common among women her age, but you didn’t dare say that aloud. you’d probably get slapped. so you just kept your head down and ignored the daily glares you got.

but as time moved on, elle became more blunt about her dislike of you. instead of glares, it became shoves and harsh nudges. then that became snarky comments. never around spencer, though. or really around anyone. she might let the odd comment slip around gideon, but that was only because he wouldn’t get involved. no, when she harassed you, she usually did it in private.

but even that became less of a priority, making comments about you behind your back now as well, to JJ or Derek or anyone who would listen. she would always make it out as though she was ‘just kidding’ or ‘only being honest,’ which didn’t help. you didn’t know for a fact she was talking about you behind yo back, but you could put two and two together. especially when the team gave you sympathetic looks whenever elle said or did something.

but one day, spencer finally began to realise that elle’s ‘helpful’ comments were actually hurting your feelings. he wasn’t great at social cues, but the more elle spoke, the more upset you seemed to get, so it didn’t take the genius long to figure it out.

after a brief consultation with JJ, where he could make sure he wasn’t imagining this problem in his head, he went to cut off elle was she walked towards the kitchenette.

“oh hey spence. what’s up?” elle asked, and he frowned at her, “i need you to leave y/n alone.”

“what? what are you talking about? what did she say to you?” she folded her arms, and spencer folded his arms too, to match her pose, “she didn’t have to say anything. i’m not stupid, you know, i know what you’re doing. your backhand comments are hurting her feelings, and i won’t have it.”

she scoffed, “i’m not doing anything. besides, if a little constructive criticism hurts her feelings, that’s it my problem. i’m only being honest.”

“no, no you’re not. i didn’t believe anyone was perfect until i met her,” spencer glared down at elle, “this doesn’t have to be a big thing. i’m not going to go to hotch. yet. but if you keep this up, i will not hesitate. i won’t let anyone hurt her, with words, or otherwise.”

elle just watched as spencer stormed away, as the rest of the office turned their heads away, having previously been staring at the confrontation.

–

you wondered why spencer was in a stormy mood all day, and why elle wasn’t even looking at you anymore. even after interrogating JJ, she wouldn’t budge, so you had to go straight to the source.

you intervened spencer when he was going to the kitchenette to grab his lunch, “hey.”

he forced a smile, “hey.”

“you’ve been in a bad mood all day. wanna tell me what’s up?” you asked, wanting for him to open up. he raised a brow, “a bad mood how?”

you shrugged, looking away from him, “i don’t know, you just seem off. not talking as much, not coming out with as many interesting facts, and whenever i look at you, you’re brooding. you can tell me what’s on your mind. if you want.”

his hand slipped into yours, and led you down the hall instead of towards the kitchen area. you walked until you reached penelope’s cave, stepping inside a after him and watching as he closed the door.

“why didn’t you tell me about what elle was saying?” he folded his arms as he asked. you quickly looked down to your feet, before back up to him as you tried to muster up a facade, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that’s a boldface lie. JJ told me everything when i asked her. why wouldn’t you tell me about how you were feeling? about how she was making you feel?” he asks angrily. his anger quickly disappeared though, when he saw the tears in your eyes, “because it’s stupid.”

“it’s not stupid. it’s borderline harassment– no, you know what, it is harassment. i’ve half a mind to go to hotch right now and tell him what’s been going on,” he said forcefully, not wanting to upset your further, just to reiterate how serious he was. that didn’t work though, as a sob wracked through your body, “i don’t want that.”

he frowned, sighing before enveloping you in a hug and rubbing your back as you cried. he shushed you softly, resting his head atop yours and letting you cry as much as you needed.

after a minute, you wiped your face and sniffled, “it’s not a big deal. i can’t go running to hotch that elle is saying things that are ‘hurting my feelings’. we’re not preschoolers.”

“don’t invalidate your emotions like that. she’s been belittling you, and like it or not, that’s bullying and harassment, and can result in a suspension, maybe even a transfer,” spencer pointed out, before raising his hand as you went to speak, “but i know you don’t want that. what my issue is, is that you didn’t come to me.”

you sniffled again, “you’re a genius with an IQ of 187, and a doctor in the behaviour analysis unit of the FBI. why should you have to deal with the fact that i’m a little insecure?”

he cupped your cheeks, “maybe because i love you? if i had known what was going on, i would’ve moved heaven and earth to stop it. dont belitte yourself like that. you mean everything to me.”

you smiled up at him, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” spencer leaned down to peck your lips, “and don’t worry. i won’t let elle bother you again.”

–

i got carried away with a blurb again whoops

also i didn’t really mention the whole virginity/‘elle has a claim’ thing, but that’s the underlying reason she’s acting the way she does

idk if people on the mgg taglist want to be on the spencer reid taglist so i’m not gonna tag anyone this time, but i probably will if i post a spencer reid fic, not a blurb

[jerichotrivantes]

Time is Priceless

"...Lately I've Been Hearing This Sound Everywhere I Go. Like A Tick, Tick, Tick."

- Jonathan Larson, (Tick, Tick, Boom! 2021)

It was October 31, 2004, Autumn, and Halloween. At exactly 10:11 AM, my life had officially begun. To my parents, it was a beautiful and momentous occasion, but for me? With the perspective I have now with life, my life, it felt like the beginning of a video game where my life could end at any second, the difference is, in a video game you get to restart.

I was born in Cebu, Philippines, at Chong Hua Hospital Mandaue. My mother’s name is Loewimer Jabilles Mandi, and my father’s name is Frederick Etang Mandi. I was born with bronchopneumonia, a form of pneumonia that affects both the alveoli in the lungs and the bronchi. This condition is the most common type of pneumonia in children and the leading cause of death from infection in children aged under 5 years of age, gladly, I’m alive. I’ve lived in Cebu for only 3 years, and that was when I was born, the next two years where my mama and papa would go abroad to migrate, and I was left in Cebu. Papa went to Dubai, UAE, while Mama went to Doha, Qatar. I was left with my beloved grandmother, who passed away back in May 2016, Mercedita Guanzon Jabilles. I call her Mamay Mercy, Mamay short for mama mixed with nay for the elders, and Mercy short for her name. She took care of me for as long as I knew her, she never took her eye off me.

After 3 years in Cebu, Mamay and I moved to Qatar when I was 4, so, you can’t blame me for not having that many memories of my hometown, yet, I long to go back to where I was born. I live and grew up in Doha, Qatar. After moving here with Mamay, Mama and Papa greeted us. Life didn’t start out too easy for me when we moved here. We were poor, yet, striving. After a year, Papa left and went back to Dubai to live there, away from us. Fortunately, the rest of my relatives followed along here, and the Jabilles family comforted us and made living here less scary.

At ages 5-7 I grew up being a hyperactive kid, especially at church, being clumsy, yet, sweet to mama and mamay when it came to gifts and thoughtful things. I went straight to Grade 1 and never graduated Preparatory, honestly, I don’t know why either. I went to Philippine International School Qatar, where I would spend my elementary to junior high school years.

At ages 7-10, I was a high-tempered kid, I would always get myself in trouble for fighting or making a mess at school. I was easily angered by teasing and I would tease back which would also get them to fight back at me. “Away-bata” is what people would call it. During these years as a child, I never fully wondered or questioned the adult situations, just the regular child questions like; where’s papa? Why is papa not with us? Why do my friends have so many toys and I only a few? Why can’t papa be here with us on a family day?

As a kid, we’re never allowed to be part of an adult or serious conversations, we’re just left to be clueless until we’re old enough to comprehend it, but, for me? I listen, I observe, I understand, well at least I try to understand because as a child, I was so confused and frustrated.

At age 10, a new blessing and responsibility came into my life, a new factor that contributed to who I am today; My little sister, Gillian Jabilles Mandi. When she was born, I felt like I had someone new to protect, and I had a reason to be a good role model. When I was 10, I was bullied a lot for my weight and my looks. Other kids said I wouldn’t get a girlfriend even if I tried. Coming home to my baby sister helped, but that didn’t stop my rebellious phase to begin.

At ages 11-12, puberty came, yes, blunt, I know, but it’s true. When this came, I started to make changes to my body and make myself look “better”. Because of the constant bullying, I refused to be bullied and became the bully. Until now, I’m still not proud of it. Months later, Mamay was taken to the hospital and later diagnosed with Cervical Cancer. A year later she died and we went back to the Philippines to drop her off and conduct a funeral. It’s funny, after years as a child away from my hometown, Mamay and I went to Qatar together, but I went back with her gone.

At age 13, I lived my life moody, complicated, frustrated, and rebellious. After Mamay died, it was just the three of us now; me, my sister, and mama. Mama took it hard, raising two kids without her mother, responsibility came on both of us after the grieving period. I spent my intermediate days in school depressed but gladly, I had friends.

At age 13, Grade 7, the first year of junior high school. Grief was over, the process of moving on was nearly done, my pre-teen years are nearly over, and my teenage years were upon me. I met incredible people, I had the most fun and my first ever heartbreak. I was over the bullying and my maturity began. I made amazing friends and a new family of my own. My confidence soared for some reason, and I just enjoyed my time.

At age 14, grade 8, the second year of junior high school. Where drama began, friends begin to fall apart, hard decisions were made, and my perspective of friendship shifted. In grade 8, I had too much drama with women and my friends, fights were happening, and I had to make heavy decisions. In grade 8, my spark for acting began due to the Florante at Laura play for our Filipino subject, I played Adolfo and had amazing feedback from the crowd.

At age 15, grade 9, the third year of junior high school. Where the last year of feeling like a teenager was and the little moments were taken for granted. Grade 9 to me, was my peak of teenage maturity and fun. It was where my longest relationship was, my proper confidence, my time of being accepted by the crowd and by my peers, myself. In December, I went to Europe on a vacation and entered the 2020 New Year there, it was the best. We went across countries. When I got back to Qatar, another event showed up, it was my Grandparents’ (father’s side) 50th wedding anniversary. I was invited, but mama didn’t come. So, after a week back home, I went to the Philippines for the first time in 4 years, the last visit was sad, but this? This was amazing.

It was my first time going to a place alone and riding a plane alone, I was nervous and afraid, but fortunately, I made it and I wasn’t lost. As I made it to the Philippines, my grandfather picked me up and greeted me with open arms. The last time I saw them was back in 2016 at Mamay’s funeral. When I made it to the house, I saw every relative there, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, and my grandma who I dearly love and hugged. Her embrace reminded me of Mamay and I was so glad to see her. My cousins were the best, when we met for the first time, we instantly connected and bonded right away, I was like their long-lost sibling. They made my visit worthwhile.

During my stay there, arguments were constant with my girlfriend, when I got back home we broke up. Just as I thought that my life was better now, my toxicity began. I betrayed a friend, broke, and abused myself, but one thing came out good, and that was the Willy Wonka Musical hosted by the school and directed by my favorite and beloved English teacher, Ms. Jean. I auditioned for it and got the part of Willy Wonka. I thought this would be a good start to becoming healthy, but it only made it worst, as I met someone to fool around with, who at first, I thought was good for me.

At age 15, 2020, the lockdown began. My mental health began to deteriorate, my teenage years began to fall apart, relationships come and go, my mom had lost her job, my friends were away from me, and I’m alone with my thoughts every night. During the lockdown, I began to gain weight, and anxiety and panic attacks were happening often. We had to move twice within 3 months, it was tiring knowing that my life was just a dump now. I felt used and abused by myself. My life was at its worst after a long time.

But, after a time of coping and grieving with a broken heart, I opened myself up to my friends and to music. I’ve always made songs before, but I never really showed them to the public. I began to write songs to release my emotions about situations that were happening. Soon, people noticed and started listening, right after all that, I started to get gigs, and views, music comforted me and made me better.

On October 31, 2020, I had just turned 16, my life felt better. With my friends and family around me, my life felt renewed and matured from the experiences that happened. Once I entered 2021, I’m someone new.

At age 16, 2021, I began to let go of my music career, because I only wrote and showed people for fun and pleasure. This didn’t bother me because I was a better version of myself, I have a wonderful and amazing girlfriend who I love dearly and who cares for me genuinely. Although in April 2021, Mama and I were infected with the COVID-19 virus, it was a tough and painful battle. Luckily, we survived but my lungs weren’t the same anymore. I’m asthmatic, so, COVID wrecked my lungs. But, as a music lover, I still manage to sing my heart out.

At age 17, 2021. My birthday was never the same as it used to be last 2020, I now feel different, I feel responsible, I don’t feel like a teenager, I feel like my life needs to have purpose and meaning, I feel like I’m rushed to make a difference, I feel the need to help my mom financially after losing her job many times, I don’t feel like a kid anymore, and I feel offended when people insist that I still am or treat me like one. They don’t feel what I feel, they didn’t see what I had to go through, and words cannot elaborate on my life within one single autobiography.

Now, I’m hoping to feel like a child once again. I’m wishing to have less stress in my life, I’m wishing to have fewer mental issues or burdens. I just want to live my life without a ticking sound at the back of my head. I will fight, I will live, I will find my way to my sanctuary.

[milkttea]

don't be scared,don't ask to ask for something about the pee oh the poop.

I would like to request a request about a quirkless!college! AU where hawks is an idiot fuckboy scumbag who harasses the reader and bullying him until the reader can not bear it anymore and decides to take revenge (dom!reader,femdom and ¿¿mommy kink i guess??).

few days ago I read some fics(NSFW)so they involve dabi and hawks some of them were misogynous incels and other they 2 bullied the reader,they all have something in common,the reader defends himself and puts them in their place until they're begging and pleading,yes,it involves dom!reader.

and I loved it,it was very satisfactory to read them and I was a little disappointed when I no longer find more fics like this,where the reader does justice by his own hand.

That is why I was looking for a blog with open orders,to ask for more of this content and feel a pleasant satisfaction,but if this is too much for you then ignore it,just let me know.

Idk your pronouns so I’m gonna refer to you as anon,, anon you are too kind to me 🥺

Now for pure filth😈 I saw the request and just OOOOO I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I will gladly put hawks in his place like the bratty little bottom he is.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, mommy kink? Mommy kink, hawks being a sub, femdom, no condoms on oops wrap it before you tap it y’all.

(If you want this to be gender neutral it could be read that way too ☺️, Mommy and Daddy can be used for both genders sometimes👀👀)

Everyone is 20+ remember to stay safe everyone!

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙮 𝙂𝙡𝙚𝙚

College wasn’t going to be easy and knowing Takami Keigo, or as he commonly went by Hawks (though you never called him that), only made the experience even worse for you. Having known him for the worst part of four years meant that you’ve seen him through his phases of late high school and early college.

He hasn’t changed much, if his douchebag tendencies and fuck boy antics have anything to say about it. You truly couldn’t stand him and would rather not see his face ever again and you really thought you could escape him, but of course life decided to fuck you over once again and have you both go to the same college.

He would personally make it his mission to tease you about being a prude and boring and never doing anything that would bring any danger. Usually these comments wouldn’t bother you, you’d ignore them for two years already, but something about it irked you even more this time.

So you ignored his existence, no responding to his comments, no yelling at him, nothing. It bothered him more than you knew that his favorite little toy wasn’t responding. This is why he wanted to find you at the school library since he knew you would be there and he was right, of course he was right he’s always right.

He went there during the lunch period when he knew you would be there, it was less crowded and you preferred to be in a quieter place where you could watch whatever without judgement. He spotted you walking into one of the private rooms and made his way over to most likely harass you again as he usually does. However, he was stopped as he noticed a guy that followed after you and shut the door.

Said guy was a friend of yours who also happened to have a common friend with Keigo, he was inviting you to a party that would be happening later that day. Now it was a Friday, so that meant no classes the next day and normally you would decline but considering how stressed you were feeling you decided to give in and accept the invitation.

Your friend had left after telling you about the invite, little did he know he was being watched by Keigo the entire time. Keigo enters your room soon after as you sit at the desk in the room with your lap top open working on your latest assignment. You had your headphones in so you didn’t notice him at first since you were so focused, until his feather necklace went over your screen as he leaned over you.

“So, who was that?”

You raised an eyebrow at him before letting out with annoyance.

“Who was what?”

He just stared down at you, the tension in the room raised with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You just didn’t know why he cared so much about who your friend was, not like he was close with you or anything, he was more of a constant annoyance to you if you were being honest.

“Don’t act coy with me (Y/n), who was that guy who was just talking to you?”

You stared at him before letting out a scoff.

“Aw Keigo, that’s so sweet of you to see who I’m interacting with but, it’s none of your business sweetheart,” the pet name had heat rushing through Keigo with the way you said it in such a demeaning way, “now run along before I make you.”

He was frozen if he was being honest, the way you told him off just did something to him, not that you’d notice as you went back to your work. Getting out of his stupor he left the room quietly without a glance in your direction. Odd to say the least, but it was Keigo what else can you expect.

The interaction you’d had hours before had slipped completely from your mind as you were getting ready to go out to the frat party. You got ready pretty quick, not wanting to take too long unless you wanted your friend to drag you out by your hair.

Arriving at the house that the party was at was as you expected, loud and obnoxious with the smell of alcohol and cheap liquor all around. Truly the college experience. That was for the newbies though, there was always a tamer side where the upperclassmen could be and indeed there was.

You soon found yourself nursing a random alcoholic drink that you poured yourself while you chat with some people you were friendly with. Honestly you weren’t expecting much to come out of this, but the universe just loves to ruin your expectations and lo and behold Keigo Takami was here talking to some random girl. Why it bothered you you didn’t know.

Maybe it was because you knew he was a sleaze or the fact that you wished he could some form of humanity towards you. Truly you don’t know.

He makes eye contact with you and by some weird force of nature you follow him to a secluded area in the hallway, you curse inwardly towards yourself for following him. You’re a fool.

“Well if it isn’t (y/n), didn’t know these kinds of party’s were your thing?”

He holds a drink in his hand, most likely a beer of some kind judging from the lack of variety in the drinks that were in the fridge.

“Well I was invited by a friend and it’s not like I had anything to do today, I’m for once caught up with all my work, ‘m actually a little ahead.”

You took a sip from your cup with a slight smack to your lips as you licked away some of the slight residue of your drink. Keigo eyes the way you lick your lips before tilting his head and focusing on your face. You notice as you lift an eyebrow toward him in confusion.

“I can’t figure you out.”

Your eyebrow goes down as you narrow your eyes at him.

“What do you mean?”

He scoffs, as if to say that you should know the answer already.

“I just know there’s got to be something you like about me, maybe not my personality cause it’s shit and I know it, but I just gotta know what you like about me.”

You let out a scoff of your own as you take a tentative sip of your drink once more, eventually letting out a sigh with your response and with an almost regretful statement you continue with your speaking.

“You want me to be honest? You’re hot.”

Keigo, who had been taking a sip as he waited for your response, choked a bit on his drink as he let out coughs. He honestly was not expecting your response, he knew he was attractive but he wasn’t sure if you thought so.

“Really? You really think so?”

“I’m not blind Keigo, your attractive. Honestly if you weren’t such a brat I’d have fucked you already, but for some reason you just hate me.”

His eyes widen and he has to take a moment to double back and think about your words. Just hearing you call him a brat and thinking about you fucking him sends heat straight to his crotch.

“You think I hate you?”

“HA! I know you hate me, why else would you torment me all throughout high school and through college. You would go out of your way to make sure I was just having a shitty time.”

He gets closer to your form and backs you against the wall of the hallway before whispering in your ear with as much breath as he could.

“Maybe I just wanted attention from you,” and with a particularly breathy moan he says, “Mommy.”

You shiver involuntarily and reach back to the back of his head and grab his hair and pull back, hard, drawing a slight moan from the man in front of you.

“Well baby boy, maybe if you would have asked nicely I would have given it to you.”

He lets out a shiver of his own, his knees buckling slightly as you keep a firm grasp on his hair and pull the feather around his neck. The action seems to spur him on as he grabs your waist and lets out an almost silent moan. To anyone else it may have looked like he was crying and that you were comforting him, but oh they should know better.

You place your knee in between his legs and rub it it up and down his growing erection, as he lets out more whines and whimpers.

“I always knew you could be a bottom Keigo,“ you let out with a coo. He just continues to whine and you knew that you needed to do something quick before this went any further in a hallway within a frat house of all places.

“Baby boy,“ he nods, “I need you to listen to me alright? Your going to walk out of this house and wait outside for me and I’m gonna follow in a couple minutes then we’re gonna head out of here together, okay. Then I’m going to take really good care of you, you’d like that right honey?“ 

He lets out a louder whine as you put your hand around his throat to quiet him and then with a last slow rub on his crotch, pushed him off of you in a slightly rough manner. He takes a minute to compose himself and leaves to tell one of his buddy’s that he’s going to head out, not something out of the ordinary since he dips out more often than not.

You stay true to your word and tell one of your friends that you’ve had your fun and decided to head home, they trusted you to be home on your own, you only had the one drink you’d poured yourself. After waving a final goodbye to the small group you were talking to, you head out the door and look for Keigo, finding him hunched over on a bench nearby. You calmly walk over and see him with his dick in hand and stroking it fast.

“Oh baby, you couldn’t wait for me could you? Well sweetheart, you’re gonna be punished for this, but you know that right,” he let out a strangled whine as you took his hand off his cock and put it back in his jeans very softly making him cry out.

Not soon enough you end up back at your house after a very long, not really only 5 minutes at most, uber ride. The poor uber driver, you made sure to tip him more as Keigo had no shame in moaning in your ear about how badly he wanted you and how badly he needed you to touch him and take care of him. The Uber driver put the music up louder after a pointed stare.

After arriving at the house and exiting the car, with a very sorry look to the driver, you entered your house with Keigo trailing painfully behind you. The minute that you were in your house and locked the door, Keigo had pushed you against the wall with his arms next to your head.

“Don’t tease me, little mouse. You and I both know I could easily ruin you,” he says to you as he stares you in the eyes with a flushed face.

You simply stare back and watch him react as you put your hand on his throat and squeezed slightly. He immediately became responsive as his arms slacked and fell to your hips as you put your mouth near his ear and hummed slowly. The action spurred him to drag you through the house as you pointed out the direction of your room.

Once you reach your room you lock the door and tell Keigo to sit on your bed which he immediately does.

“The safe word is peacock, anything you’re not comfortable with tell me now,” he says nothing and repeats the safe word out loud making you nod your head.

“Get on your knees, now.”

He acts quickly as he assumes his position in front of you and waits for further instruction.

“You know Keigo, you’ve caused me a lot of pain, why don’t you make it up to me hm? Can you do that for me baby boy?”

He nods as he pulls down your pants and looks at your underwear, a growing wet spot forming that he kisses and sucks on making you pull his hair from the root slightly. Realizing that you’re getting a lot of pleasure he keeps going, making you moan out his name as he moved your underwear out of the way to pay close attention to your clit.

He continues his motions as he goes lower and licks and sucks there as well as your clit. Bearing your orgasm, you push head against you and hold it there as he keeps going steady and then when you finally release everything you let go of his head. He stops with a gasp as he drinks every bit of you and looks up at you with hazed eyes, looking drunk off of you.

“Look at you, pleasuring mommy like the good little boy you are? Want me to return the favor?”

He nods his head, too deep in sun space to form words and you coo at him.

“Get on the bed and take off everything baby boy.”

Moving quickly Keigo strips and sits on the bed waiting for you to do whatever you want to his body.

You walk to him and straddle him, leaning down to plant kisses on his neck as you leave marks. His moans fill the room and he whines when your hand makes contact with his dick and starts to rub slowly, up and down. Not fast enough for his liking, but he doesn’t voice his complaints not wanting to be punished.

“You’re such a good boy, doing exactly what I want. Do you want to cum, sweetheart?”

He nods fervishly as he moans louder when your thumb rubs the tip and swipes the precum down his shaft.

“Use your words, Keigo.”

He tries to let out a word, but doesn’t get the chance as his voice dies when you massage his balls too. The action making him buck his hips up to get more friction from your hand. You instead squeeze his dick as a warning.

“Naughty boy.”

You slip off the bottom portion of your outfit and sit down on him. Moving up and down slowly as Keigo lays back and pushes his head into the sheets as he moans loudly.

You continue riding his cock as he just moans and lets out grunts of your name. He nears his edge and you figure as his back arches and his dick hits a spot inside you that makes your head go back as your eyes close in pleasure.

“Mommy, mommy please move I’ll be so good to you, please just ride me!”

You chuckle as you do as he says and start bouncing up and down making him get closer and closer to orgasming. You stop moving once you also start to get to your high and he cries as you do so.

“Please, please keep moving!”

At this point he’s crying as tears start falling on the sheets. The sight makes you more horny and you bounce faster as you tell him to thrust up and match your rhythm.

He does so immediately and you find yourself cumming sooner as you use your fingers to mess with your clit and massage your nipples. You clench on Keigo, the sensation of both seeing you visibly tense up and then release has him cum harder than he ever has.

He lets out a series of grunts and moans as he comes down from his high. His hands grab your hips as you stay seated on him and rock slowly to get every drop of him out. A moment of silence passes as you both realize what exactly happened.

Yet, you both don’t mind as you both are in your room panting and waiting for your breaths to calm down. The air has shifted and both of you are glad for it. All those years of sexual tension went into this room and moment and it was euphoria.

[melismaticmadness]

STOLEN

Request: “Request for a Owen x reader: Owen and the reader have been best friends forever and both confess their feelings when the reader helps Owen get settled in his new apartment” 

Hope you like it!!

Description: the cutest FLUFF

1775 words

Warnings: kissing, very mild language

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

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“Miss Dinah, let me take that.”

“No, it’s okay honey! I’ll just put it in his truck. Are you two sure you can take this last load yourselves?”

“Yeah! We’ll be fine, it’s like four boxes.” Miss Dinah patted me on the shoulder and left to put the last box into Owen’s truck. It was brand new, and honestly, a godsend for him right now. There is no way he would’ve wanted to take a thousand trips to move all his stuff in his small car.

“O,” I yelled to him upstairs, “anything else up there?”

“Uh, I’m not sure…” his voice trailed off. I started up the stairs and could hear him pacing in his childhood bedroom.

“Think I should take the extra blanket?” he asked.

“You took, like, four. You can always come back for it if you decide you want it later. I’m sure your mom won’t trash the stuff you leave behind.”

He was still pacing but was definitely thinking pretty hard about something.

“It’ll be so weird...obviously this will always be home, but now at the end of the day I won’t be coming back here…”

“This room will always be here if you need it, and your family is less than 30 minutes away. You can come chill with Bindi anytime you want. You’re just taking the next step for yourself.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely time. This is a good thing, but tonight will be hard to sleep. Ugh,” he sighed and threw his arm over my shoulders.

“Let’s go, y/n - before my mom cries.”

We both laughed and said our final goodbye to his childhood room. Nothing would be the same now, even if the room was still there. His drums were gone, his hats were gone, his photos, everything. We played so many games on the floor of his living room, listened to musicals over and over again in his room, and definitely took advantage of his mom and dad making snacks for us. It was here, in his house, that I cried into his arms when a bully in middle school made jokes about my appearance.

His room was the place I first realized I had feelings for him. We were thirteen and it was in the summer after a day of swimming and a night-time bonfire with our friends. I was allowed to stay the night and we had a blast. The two of us were inseparable and unstoppable. Those feelings never went away, no matter how long we were apart, or how much our lives changed. It’s crazy to think that those two little energetic, slightly sunburnt kids were leaving the same house years later, still best friends.

Out in the driveway, his mom was talking to a neighbor and we were making sure everything in the bed of his truck was secure before we hit the road.

“Got everything?” Miss Dinah said.

“Yeah, Mom, if not I’ll come back during the week. Are you sure it’s okay that I’m leaving some stuff in my room? I just don’t know what to do with it yet.”

“Don’t worry about it. Have a safe drive and let me know when you’re finished.”

“Will do, Mom. Love you.”

With a kiss and a hug from Owen’s mom, I threw myself up into the truck and we were off.

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There were so many things to set up at the apartment. It makes me glad that it was Owen moving and not me. He has a lot less stuff than I do.

We spent hours setting up closet organizers, deciding how the decorative couch pillows should look, cleaning windows, hanging curtains, folding towels, everything.

Hours went by and we had just finished anchoring a really heavy mirror to the wall when Owen mentioned calling it a night.

“I just can’t do anymore today, y/n. I don’t even want to put the sheets on my bed, I’m so tired.”

“Let’s just hurry up and do it really quick and then we can warm up the food your mom sent and watch a movie.”

“Ugh, fine. I guess I do need a bed. Crap, what time is it? Do you need to be home?”

“No, I’m good. If you’re too tired later to drive, my mom said she’d come to get me on her way home from work.”

“Fantastic. You warm up the food, I’ll start on the bed.”

I headed to the kitchen and started warming up our dinner. I even made some popcorn for our movie later. When I got back to Owen’s room, he had made the bed and was laying on it in total darkness.

“Uh, your order is ready..”

“Thanks.”

“What are you going to do in, like, a day when your mom’s food runs out?”

“Starve probably,” he replied sarcastically, “I think I’ll use this magical device called the stove and cook something.”

“Remind me to write down Poison Control’s number before I go then…” I laughed.

“Haha so funny. What do you wanna watch?” He said sitting up and scooting right next to me. Owen was so close I could feel his body heat, but I wasn’t complaining. It did make my stomach do flips and my heart race though.

“I don’t care. Whatever you want.” He knew I meant that and so he picked Baby Driver.

We ate mostly in silence, and then we were laying down, heads touching on his bed, just watching the movie. Laying there with him was probably the closest I would ever get to be with him as anything more than friends. I was fine with that though if it meant always having moments like these.

The movie had 20 minutes left so I reached over to his nightstand for my phone that was charging, so I could text my mom for a ride. I knew Owen was too tired to drive me all the way home.

“Hey, no phones during movies. That’s a rule,” he whispered as he reached over and put my phone back on the nightstand.

“Sorry, I just had to text my mom to let her know she should come to pick me up!” I said, grabbing his arm and play-fighting him for my phone.

We were both laughing hysterically as he tried holding my phone over our bodies out of my reach until my phone fell out of Owen’s hand and onto the floor.

“Oh shit, is it okay?” We both reached over the same side of the bed to get it, our bodies completely touching as his chest leaned over my back.

“I got it. It’s fine.” I hit send on my message to my mom and locked my phone as the credits rolled past on the screen.

“What if you didn’t leave?” We were both lying on our backs again, but this time my eyes flew over to meet his. I wasn’t sure that I heard him or if he said what I thought he had said.

“O, you’re too tired to drive me later.”

“No, No. I mean what if you just stayed here tonight,” he rolled over to face me, “if you wanted to…”

“Really. Owen, it’s okay. I can have my mom come, it’s no big deal.”

Owen sat up and had his head in his hands. “Y/n, I don’t think I’m doing this right.”

“Owen, what are you talking about?” My mind was racing. Could he be trying to say what I hoped he would say for years? I couldn’t even think straight and if he kept going I think I might have thrown up.

“God, I’m sorry, I just- I’m very scared to mess this up.”

“You’re not messing anything up..I’ll stay if it makes you happy, I am totally cool with that, but I’m stealing a blanket for the couch.”

“Y/n, look at me,” Owen said, taking my arms in his hands, “I have- I- Okay, so here it is: I don’t want to ruin what we have because you’re literally my oldest and best friend, but I can’t keep doing this. I want to kiss you when we have to say goodbye from now on, I want to take you on cheesy dates, and make breakfast together in my nice new apartment. And I’m sorry if this messed things up between us, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I have wanted to be with you for years and spending all this time together this year just made me realize I never want to worry if you’re still mine when I leave and come back again.” Owen sighed with what was probably a mix of relief and anxiety.

“I don’t know what to say. I-,” I started.

“You don’t have to say anything..” He let go of me and now was sitting further away from me.

“No, I do. Owen. I have wanted to hear you say that for- god I don’t even know how long- definitely years, possibly even my whole life. I never seriously went after other guys because no one could compare to you. Even when you were shooting a show thousands of miles away and I didn’t know if you had found someone, I couldn’t find anyone who made me feel like you did. I still can’t.. So I guess what I’m saying is I want all those things too. I don’t think it’ll ruin us.”

Before I could even get up or move, Owen’s lips were on mine. He was so soft and gentle. How was this happening to me? The little blonde boy who played with me in kindergarten, and danced with me in the snow when we were ten, and let me cry into his arms, was kissing me.

He released me from his hold and our foreheads touched.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hi.”

“So, I’m staying here tonight…”

“Only if you want to. We can put The Office on and just hang out. Then tomorrow I have an idea for a date,” he said tapping my nose as he moved away.

“Wow, you sure do move fast, Joyner.”

“FAST?! It’s been like 15 years! I was dying here!”

“You were dying?! Try having to watch you go off to LA and knowing you would be around so many beautiful people who could steal you away from me…”

“I never could have been stolen away. I’ve always been yours.” He said, planting a chaste kiss on my forehead.

“I guess I should tell my mom not to come. Since I’m staying with you, do you think we could try that kissing thing again?” I smirked.

“Hmm, I think I can arrange that…”

[frogtanii]

hq boys as the crimes they’d commit

warnings: CRIMES, crackfic, probably many typos idk i’m so tired lmaooo, cursing, drinking ??? idfk 😩💦

an: and i did this for what?? inspired by hq hcs royalty @sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock (AJSKSJ SORRY FOR TAGGING Y’ALL IF YOU SEE THIS, IT IS DEF NOT UP TO PAR W Y’ALLS WORKS ILY)

karasuno

sawamura daichi- insurance fraud!! somehow this is such a dad crime to commit?? dadchi didn’t try (dumb excuse, how do you accidentally commit insurance fraud smh) to commit insurance fraud but at one point in his late-thirties, he was very very broke and was already working as much as possible so, he decided to fake an ankle injury, as you do, and filed a bunch of claims which made him bank. daichi kept doing it until he was able to quit one of his jobs and buy himself a really nice suit and a rolex (uhhh 🥵). he somehow never got caught tho and to this day, none of his friends know how he was able to afford a tesla on a cop’s salary (sorry daichi but acab 😔✨)

sugawara kōshi- child abandonment!! ok you can try and fight me on this but i feel in my bones that suga absolutely despises children. he can tolerate ages 10+ but anything younger than that, he will punt them into the next dimension. the thing is, people just assume he likes kids because of how good he is with his team which is why his aunt begged him to babysit his nephew taro. taro was being an absolute brat when suga took him out for the day and he was 👉👈 this close to snapping. he put taro down for like 3 seconds to pay for their ice cream and when he turned back, the demon spawn was gone. he panicked, running around the park looking for taro when it turns out, taro was just bent down behind the bench. some random karen called the police and suga has never craved murder more.

nishinoya yuu- arson!! you CANNOT tell me nishinoya doesn’t have a ~murder~ playlist that he listens to to get himself hype (me too noya, me too). one night, he got a lil too hype listening to start a riot by duckwrth and watching demolition videos on youtube. he snuck out of his house to an empty shed like 30 minutes away and maybe... lit it on fire while genocide by lil darkie played on a speaker nearby. what he did NOT anticipate was the absolute size of the fire so he freaked out and called the firefighters who promptly called the police. he didn’t want to get grounded so he called daichi to bail him out. daichi still told noya’s parents 😔.

tanaka ryūnosuke- vandalism!! tanaka had been on alt tiktok and saw a group of cool friends spray painting an abandoned building. he thought “that’s cool, lemme do that!” but then he realized he had no friends (AHDGS JK I LOVE TANAKA). he asked nishinoya who was grounded from the arson incident and he knew he definitely couldn’t ask daichi, suga, asahi, or enoshita so he decided to go it alone. that proved to be a MASSIVE mistake. he got the supplies, arrived to the building of his choice (thanks saeko :3), and decided to spray paint a huge p3ni5 in bright red paint. he finished “successfully” and zoomed back home. what he didn’t realize with his two-and-a-half braincells is that he signed his glorious piece with his full name. the cops were at his house the next morning...🧍

hinata shoyō- forgery!! hinata did NOT think that forgery was even a crime. how was he supposed to know that he wasn’t allowed to copy his mom’s signature on a permission form! all he wanted was to go to an overnight training camp 😿

kageyama tobio- attempted murder!! kageyama swears it sounds worse than was and he is absolutely incorrect. what happened was so much worse. he and hinata were having a competition to see who could hold their breath the longest underwater (you can’t tell me they haven’t done some dumbass shit like this) and kageyma lost almost instantly (he has the tiny lungs of an asthmatic). he didn’t want hinata to notice so he held hinata’s head under the water for like 10 seconds. suga walked in though, saw hinata thrashing around in the water and immediately called the police. kageyama never forgave him.

tsukishima kei- cyberbullying!! first of all, i had no idea you could get arrested for cyber bullying!? that being said, neither did tsukishima who spent 80% of his time making fun of people online (and on his real account!! bold). eventually one of the people he bullied (hinata) reported him on instagram and his very lame account was deleted (pls don’t bully people online 😤).

yamaguchi tadashi- shoplifting!! andjksh this is so funny because this scenario has happened to me and i can just SEE this happening to poor tadashi. yamaguchi gets super late night cravings (and usually tsukki will walk with him at like 3 am 🥺 nEWAYS) so he’ll sneak out and walk to the mini-mart near his house. one night, he was so tired but also super hungry so he went onto his nightly routine and basically sleepwalked into the store. he picked out his favorite chips and candy bar (which are sour cream&onion lays and milky ways in case you were wondering 😌✨) and just... walked out the store without paying. the store clerk was mysteriously missing so yamaguchi made it all the way home, ate half the bag of chips and passed out without realizing what he’d done. once he did, he cried for 2 hours straight.

nekoma

kuroo tetsurō- telemarketing fraud!! kuroo originally did telemarketing fraud as a joke?? like he was trying to prank call someone pretending that they had lost their information and they actually gave it to him??? he was mildly concerned but even more excited. he did it over and over again but he never used the info for anything. to this day, kuroo literally has a notebook full of credit card numbers and bank account passwords but he refuses to use it because he believes it’s ✨wrong✨(but it isn’t wrong to take all that information in the first place under false pretenses, not realizing that once people find out, they are forced to close credit cards and accounts but go off self righteous king). once he brought the book up to kenma and he offered to sell it on the dark web. now kuroo feels less bad about what he’s done! :D

kozume kenma- computer crime!! pfttt this one seems kinda obvious but what do you expect from kenma :). he spends so much time on the internet, he’s definitely picked up some less than legal skills that still help him now 👀. kenma did little mini crimes like getting into other people’s wifi but his crowning achievement was when he hacked into the minneapolis pd website and had it so when you opened the page, a black lives matter screen came up. he never told anyone that it was him who did it but he thinks it’s the best he’s ever done.

yaku morisuke- racketeering!! yaku, the feral king, ran an underground gambling ring in the basement of nekoma (do they have basements?? who knows! i don’t!) during his third year. the only reason it didn’t get shut down was because coach nekomata took a portion of yaku’s profits whenever he won (which was literally all the time). everyone on the team has lost money to him which is why they never play with him anymore. they won’t even let yaku play monopoly 😔.

haiba lev- indecent exposure!! poor lev’s head is so empty, he tends to fall for whatever pranks his senpai’s do to him. this time kuroo had somehow convinced him that in order to grow his schlong, he had to run outside naked for 10 minutes because the moonlight had special growing properties. lev was a lil scared ngl because he was already superrr tall and didn’t need to grow his height (or his dick ((boy is hung)) but poor lev is insecure) but he did it anyway. long story short, an old woman saw him parading around the neighborhood naked and called el policia. 0/10 dick did NOT grow and had to spend a night in jail naked 😿

aoba johsai

oikawa tōru- prostitution!! KAKKAKA iwazumi made fun of oikawa for being so shitty and said that he couldn’t pick up anyone if he tried. flattykawa took this as a personal challenge and went out onto the street, asking people if they’d have sex with him. with the way he was asking (and the way he was dressed), people assumed he was a paid w h o r e and someone eventually reported him. iwazumi had to pick oikawa up from the station- he never let him live this one down.

iwaizumi hajime- battery!! it wasn’t technically battery but oikawa is a lil bitch and overreacts (at least in his words -_-). the amount of times iwa-chan has beat the absolute shit out of oikawa is uNREAL. he just can’t handle the stupidity sometimes so he just smacks the crap outta him. not for real for real but the way oikawa reacts, you’d think a murder was occurring. one time, shittykawa screeched so loud, they got a noise complaint -_- hajime hates it in these streets.

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro- conspiracy!! issei and hiro have a secret blog where they discuss conspiracy theories and such but one day, hiro found an article that explained how jfk’s death was an inside job. he sent it to issei who began to theorize how HE’D do it. that devolved into a massive thread on their blog of how’d they murder a president which blew up and caught the attention of the cia who sent the a letter telling them to quietly delete the blog. they did because they were terrified but they kept the letter and now it’s framed in issei’s apartment.

kyōtani kentarō- assault!! baby is an angry little boy but for all the right reasons. he was at a bar (when he’s all grown up, duh) and he spotted an absolute drunk creep hitting on a girl who clearlyyyy did not reciprocate his feelings. kyōtani, being the respectful king that he is, went over to the guy, pulled him by the jacket and beat. the. shit. out of him. while the bartender was happy with the fact that the creep was out, he was not impressed with the damage to his bar. he just sent kyōtani out who casually adjusted his leather jacket and rings, and hopped on his motorcycle to ride away into the night. i am the FATTEST simp for this man ONG 🥴

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi- stalking!! poor ushijima has no idea how intimidating he can be. he was on a train late at night after practice and the woman sitting across from him left her purse sitting on the seat. being the gentleman that he is, he took the purse and followed her to return it. the only problem is that the closer he got, the faster she ran and when he tried to speak (yknow with his scary, deep, baritone voice), the woman screeched and called the cops on him because he was a “strange, big man who was following her home.” when the police showed up, ushijima was painfully confused and just held up this tiny ass purse in his massive hands. the cops laughed.

tendō satori- ???!! no one knows what crimes (or how many 😳) tendō has committed but each of his teammates have different ideas- ushijima: “i don’t believe tendou is capable of committing any sort of felony. well, maybe murder”; semi: “of COURSE he’s capable of crimes??! do you know how many times i’ve seen him come into the dorm with a suspicious stain of red on his sweater?? *shudders* if i end up dead, tendō did it...” in actuality, the only crime tendō has committed is ~drugs~ but he’s not bouta tell his friends that.

goshiki tsutomu- would be a VICTIM!! my baby tsutomu would NEVER commit a crime!!! i love this man with my everything and the only crime he’s committed is being too damn cute 😤🥺