#you never gotten over being bullied in high school? you didn’t work that out with a therapist? you're pushing thirty fam stop trying to

[itisiives]

NGL, the fact that queer Tumblr's and queer Twitter's hatred of twinks is barely distinguishable from cishet men's hatred of queer femme men is... funny... in a nastily ironic way.

[katherines-imagines]

Her Pretty Girl

pairings: hazel callahan x reader

warnings: insults, stupid Jeff, bad writing

summary: Hazel’s girlfriend calls her Pretty Girl every time.

It was the day after the game, and the fight club planned a celebratory meeting for saving the day. As the girls filed in, Hazel and her girlfriend walked in hand and hand. As everyone got seated, Josie spoke up.

“Well, that was some pretty fucked up shit.” The girls nodded at the statement. They had killed, after headcount, all of the football players. Collectively, they had decided to never mention that part.

“Fuck yeah, we slayed those players,” Sylvie yelled aggressively. The girls laughed and nodded, high-fiving each other.

“Yo where’s the snacks,” PJ asked confused. A gasp came from Hazel’s side, their heads turned towards the sounds.

“I am so sorry, I left it in my last class,” Y/N apologized. “I’ll go grab it.” She stood up, hand leaving Hazels.

“Do you want me to go,” Hazel asked sweetly. Shaking her head, Y/N smiled in appreciation.

“Thank you, but I’ve got it pretty girl, love ya” Y/N said, leaving a small kiss on her cheek before leaving the gym. As Hazel’s eyes followed Y/N’s leaving figure, she heard a snicker come from PJ.

“Gosh, what kind of nickname was that,” PJ asked rudely. Holding back an eye roll, Hazel turned to PJ before answering.

“The nickname a lover gives. I know you wouldn’t know, so I’m glad I could clear it up for you,” Hazel said with a smirk. The girls laughed as PJ blushed in embarrassment. If Hazel was being honest with herself, she was still upset with PJ. Yes, she had said she forgiven her, but she had just wanted to get it over with. Originally, Hazel had felt guilty, but Y/N had told her that she had no reason to be, going on about how PJ was a ‘stupid bitch’.

“No, but really,” PJ interrupted Hazel’s thoughts. “Why in the hell does she call you that?” All the girls turned to Hazel, ready for the story. Hazel opened her mouth to speak before she paused. When had Y/N start calling her pretty girl? Blinking, Hazel thought about when it had started.

“Well,” Hazel started. “For as long as I can remember knowing her, she’s always called me pretty girl.” They had gotten together during summer, their first ‘official date’ had been the festival, the day before school. “She always called me hun, like she does to everyone she cares.” The girls nodded in agreement. Everyone who was everyone knew that when talking with people she cared about, she always called them by their name, and hun. “Sometimes she called me sweets,” Hazel added. Huh, Y/N really did call her by lots of pet names.

“But we wanna know why she calls you pretty girl,” Annie said impatiently.

“Yeah, come on,” Isabel agreed, holding Josie’s hand. Hazel rolled her eyes playfully at the impatience from the group.

“Seriously, I don’t remember-” Hazel stopped mid sentence.

“What,” Brittany asked. Hazel did remember.

“It was the beginning of freshman year..”

It was a normal day. As usual, Jeff was being a dick and pushing Hazel around. Hazel kept her head down, if she kept her mouth shut, the bullying would be over faster. Everyone usually ignored Jeff’s bullying, hoping to stay out of his trail of fear. Not Y/N though.

“Your so ugly,” Jeff said with cruelty. Hazel winced subtly. That definitely did not help with her self esteem.

“You shut your mouth,” a voice said, stepping in front of Hazel. The person put themself in between her and Jeff. It was her darling Y/N. Well, not her Y/N, at least not at the time, but Hazel still liked her. “She is the prettiest, gorgeous, most stunning girl in school, hell, in the whole freaking world!” From what Hazel could see from behind, she could hear and see her fuming.

“Ugh,” Jeff whined. “No fun, this is too much work.” Jeff snapped for his goonies to follow him out, not wanting to do extra work. As he left, Y/N turned to Hazel with concern.

“Hey, are you ok,” she asked softly. No one had every spoken so kindly to Hazel, and it didn’t help the fact that she was gorgeous.

“I-I’m ok,” Hazel stuttered back, avoiding eye contact. Suddenly two hands grabbed her face and brought it near Y/N’s face. Too close. Hazel couldn’t help the blush coming onto her face.

“He is wrong, Haze. You are not ugly,” Y/N said firmly. Haze laughed sarcastically, looking away from Y/N.

“It’s ok, I know I’m not the prettiest,” Hazel tried to play off, but Y/N would not hear anymore of that. Y/N held Hazel’s face firmer, forcing Hazel to look at her.

“Listen here, Hazel Callahan. You are the most stunning, gorgeous, most dazzling girl I’ve ever met. You, are a very pretty girl.” Y/N was fully prepared to continue to rant, but she noticed tears in Hazel’s eyes. “Haze,” she said softly, wiping away her tears. “I will tell you every day, of what a pretty girl you are until you believe me. And I’ll continue to tell you, even after that.” Hazel couldn’t stop a few tears slip past her eyes.

“Do you really mean that,” Hazel asked softly. Nodding, Y/N pulled the crying girl into a hug.

“Of course, pretty girl.” That was the day Hazel realized that she loved Y/N. She wanted to be girlfriends.

“And since then, she’s been calling me pretty girl,” Hazel said, wiping her eyes. Some tears had slipped while recalling the beautiful moment. She had never taken Jeff’s words to heart, but hearing Y/N fighting for her to know she was pretty? It meant the world to her. A loud sob broke the silence causing Hazel to snap out of her thoughts. The group was crying, moved by her darling Y/N.

“That was too fucking cute,” Sylvie cried. Hazel nodded, a loving smile on her face.

“I’m not gay, but I would date her if she was single,” Brittany added. The gym doors opened to show the center of attention herself, Y/N.

“Hey, I brought all the snacks,” Y/N said, motioning to the wagon full of snacks she was wheeling. The girls gave a collective ‘awe’, leaving a confused look on the girl’s face. Hazel walked towards Y/N to help bring the snacks. “Thank you, pretty girl,” Y/N smiled sweetly. The girls screamed at the reference, leaving a confused look on Y/N’s face. Hazel couldn’t help it, she grabbed her girlfriend and kissed her, getting kissed back with vigor. When Hazel pulled back, Y/N gave a dazed look of love. “What was that for, pretty girl?”

“Nothing, just wanted to kiss you,” Hazel said nonchalantly. Blushing, Y/N looked away and started unpacking the snacks. As Hazel stared at her girlfriend while PJ walked up to her.

“You’re really whipped, huh,” PJ elbowed Hazel knowingly. Hazel hummed in agreement. She was head over heals for Y/N. “You’re her pretty girl, aren’t ya?”

Yes. Hazel was her pretty girl.

A/N: I actually liked this one a lot. Hope you all liked this one! If you have any requests, please send them :)

[mochinek0]

Reunion

No one from Françoise Dupont High School expected Marinette Dupain-Cheng to walk into the ten year reunion. As far as they knew, she hadn't been invited. Marinette strode in, with her head held high, and walked right up to Lila Rossi.

"I want to thank you for being such a bitch to me, Lila." Mari smiled, "You changed my life for the better."

"E-Excuse me?" Lila questioned.

'There' no way that forcing her out of school and isolating her gave her an amazing life!'

"That whole shit about telling people what they wanted to hear." Marinette began to explain, "I got really tired of defending myself and being told that I had to 'love you' to make you a better person by the staff. I got tired of being stacked with doing shit for free: all that babysitting I never said I would do, the banners, uniforms, clothes, fundraisers! It was exhausting for a fifteen year old."

Mari smiled, "Once you turned everyone against me, I realized how much free time I had! I signed up for homeschooling and worked extremely hard to graduate early. I even skipped a couple grades. It turned out that my husband's family were huge fans of my designs, so they offered to pay for my schooling if I moved."

"Husband?" Lila asked, concerned, "I didn't realize you had gotten married."

"Yeah." Marinette stated, "We met when I was seventeen and got married when I was nineteen; we have two kids."

Lila looked up and down at her arch-rival. Aside from a growth spurt and a larger chest, Marinette didn't look like she had changed at all. She looked like she was in her early twenties!

"So, thank you for bullying me." Marinette continued with a smile, "It was the best thing that could have happened to me."

Lila stayed silent. She didn't know what to say to that. None of her other victims had ever thanked her. She could feel eyes on them. She knew people were listneing in on their conversation. If she started to make a scene, it wouldn't end well.

"We'll, I'm married too!" Announced Lila.

"Oh, congrats." Marinette smiled, "Where is the lucky person?"

Lila spotted a tall, dark, and handsome man walk into the venue.

"There he is." Lila smiled.

Lila watched as her prey came towards them.

'Just a few more feet and I'll be able grab him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind playing along for a few minutes.'

Lila reached out a hand to grab him, when he put his arm around Marinette's waist and kissed her.

"Hello, Habibiti." he spoke.

"Everything okay without us at the company?" Mari asked.

He sighed, "Yes. It was just Grayson being himself."

Marinette giggled, "I'm sorry, Lila. This is my husband, Damian Wayne. Where were you saying your spouse is?"

Lila plastered a smile on her face, "They just stepped out. They had their cellphone out. It must be an important client. We're both models."

'There's no way she is married to this guy! The sooner she leaves, the sooner I can tell everyone I recognize him as an actor.'

Lila couldn't believe her luck. Adrien had just walked though the doors.

'Marinette was obsessed with him for years! Her fake marriage will be exposed and I can get the guy to stay with me. It doesn’t matter how much she paid him. I'm sure I could pay him more.'

"Marinette!" Adrien shouted.

He was quick to run over and hug her, pulling her away from her husband.

"Agreste, put my wife down." Damian growled.

Adrien turned his attention to Damian and froze.

"Hey, Wayne." He smiled, before looking around, "Where are the kids? Where's my neice and nephew?"

'Kids? They're really married and have kids?'

"They're with my parents, Adrien." Mari answered, "I'm sure they're being fed sugar and will pass out soon."

"So, is that an invite?" the model asked.

"To my parent's place for sweets?" Mrs. Wayne questioned, "You live here! They call me like once a week saying you were at the bakery!"

Adrien chuckled, "No. What about my time with the kids?"

Marinette looked to Damian, who shrugged. She turned to Adrien and shot him a look.

"Tell you what, you can see them in two days." she replied, "A whole day with Uncle Adrien."

'Uncle Adrien?'

"Really?" Adrien cried out, happily.

"But, you got to plan it." she answered.

"Disneyland Paris?" the Agreste heir suggested.

"Fine." Marinette growled, "But if you lose one of my kids, again, I will hurt you."

Adrien glanced towards Damian.

"Adrien, if you think my husband is scarier, just because you have seen his sword collection, you're wrong." Marinette Wayne declared, "You lose one of my children, I will hurt you worse than my husband could ever imagine."

"Got it." Adrien smiled, "Plan awesome VIP experience for the kids!"

"Great!" Mari smiled back.

"Man, you moving really toughened you up." the model winced.

"I punched my brother-in-law the first day there because I thought he grabbed my ass." Mrs. Wayne spoke.

"That is still one of my best days ever. No one has underestimated you since." Damian stated, before kissing her head.

"So, what are you doing here?" Adrien questioned, "Didn't you graduate like two years before us?"

"Oh, I just wanted to thank Lila for bullying me and getting me homeschooled." Marinette smiled, "It sucked that she bullied me, at the time, but if she hadn't done that, I wouldn't be with Damian and we wouldn't have our kids."

Adrien quickly turned to Lila, "Thank you for being a bitch to my best friend. I love my niece and nephew. Marinette, do you think we should get her like a fruit basket or something?"

Mari laughed, "We have dinner plans so we're gonna head out. Enjoy the reunion, Adrien."

Adrien took a step back and eyed Marinette's dress. It was a short black bodycon dress with puffy transparent sleeves. He eyed the black heels, warily.

"Dressed like that?" he questioned.

"Eyes on my wife's face, Agreste." Damian growled.

Adrien rolled his eyes, "She's all yours. I don't think I've ever seen you dressed like this, is all. You think you'll be able to take care of the kids dressed like that?"

Marinette answered, "They are staying with my parents tonight." before walking away.

Adrien watched as Damian placed his hand at Marinette's waist, likely making sure she didn't fall in those heels.

Adrien smiled, evilly, "Hey, Marinette!"

The designer turned to look back at her friend.

"I want another neice or nephew!" he shouted.

Marinette's face morphed from shock to embarassment, before she quickly glared at her best friend. She squeaked as she was quickly lifted into her husband's arms.

"Damian, you put me down!" she snapped at him.

"No." her husband responded.

"Why not?" she growled.

"Adrien won't get his wish if you're in jail for harming him." Damian smirked.

Marinette buried her face in her husband's chest and remained silent.

Adrien laughed as Marinette was carried out of the reunion. Nino walked up to him, confused.

"You….You kept in touch with Mari?" he questioned.

"Of course!" Adrien smiled, brightly, "I helped her with her math sometimes and she talks with Father about designing. She's my best friend."

"Designs?" Rose asked.

"Marinette is a fashion designer in the states." he answered, "Her husband's family runs an international company. She occasionally designs for their clothing line, but they do other stuff, too. Marinette has an office in their building, but she mostly does custom work. I think last year someone asked for a wedding dress. It was around $25,000."

"Seriously?" Alya asked, full of surprise.

"Oh yeah!" Adrien smiled, "She's an amazing deisgner. A lot of her dresses and suits have been coming out on runways and red carpet events."

"You're forgetting that she bullied Lila!" cried Sabrina, "She was mean to her! How can you be friends with her?"

"Actually, it was the other way around." Adrien stated, "Lila once claimed that Mari pushed her, after school, so hard that she injured her knee and was forced to walk home with a limp. I tried to tell you that Marinette couldn't have done it; Marinette had been with me the day before. You told me I was just confused. You never let me speak. You just decided Lila was right."

The class just stared at him.

'Had they really done that? Had they ignored Adrien when he tried to defend Marinette?'

"You never listened to me or Marinette when we told you about Lila being a lying bitch." he shrugged.

"But you're married!" Kim shouted, "How can you choose Marinette over a model?"

"I didn't. I'm bi and dating a male model from my father's company." Adrien announced, "Lila was fired when she was sixteen. Wasn't Lila held back a grade? Why is she even here? You didn't graduate with us or even from this school."

"It was a computer error!" Max spoke up, "Lila said that-

Adrien rolled his eyes, "Her mother called Natalie and declared she was owed a meeting with my father. She said we ruined Lila's future by forcing her to model. She threatened to sue the Gabriel brand until we showed her the 'signatures' on the forms. Turns out, Lila forged those so her mother's hands were tied. Her mother started shouting how she should send her to boot camp, back in Italy, as the left the house."

One by one they turned to look at Lila.

"i-I wanted to see everyone." she whispered, weakly, "I missed my friends."

"Thank for stopping by." Adrien stated, "You can leave now."

"Adrikins!" Chloe shouted.

"Chloe!" Adrien called back, "I missed you. We loved that spa treatment. You're the best!"

Chloe smiled and pulled Adrien away from the rest of the group to socialize with the other students.

"You still talk to that trash?" they heard Chloe ask.

"Rossi?" Adrien questioned, "Nah. You missed Marinette by a couple minutes. She came here and thanked Lila for being a raging bitch. The rest of them were still trying to kiss ass."

"The queen, herself, and I missed it." the Bourgeois heiress teased.

"Date night." Adrien quipped, "She brought Damian and the demon brigade."

"I missed the little ones?" she screeched.

Adrien laughed, "They're with her parents. Better book your time with them before they leave again. Oh, and Mari is already threatening bodily harm if anything happens to them."

"You lost one last time!" Chloe cried.

"I said I was sorry!" Adrien rebutted.

Chloe scoffed, "You're lucky you didn't die that day."

"I know." Adrien sighed, "Would it be weird if I put them on one of those kid leashes? I feel like they would fuck with me and purposely try to get lost to see me sweat, again. Honestly, I don't know if it's a mini Damian or mini Marinette. Don't get me wrong, Damian is frightening and he could probably work in the CIA torture room, but seeing Marinette pissed off, scares the living crap out of me. She's creative and could probably make something specifically to hurt me."

Chloe looked up from her phone, "I bought you the leashes. They'll be here tomorrow. You're welcome."

"Chloe." Adrien replied, "You didn't answer me."

"I was frenemies with her for years, Adrikins." Chloe answered, "Mari will find some way to hurt you and she wouldn't need her godly husband to do it. You have every right to fear for your life for pissing her off. Look at what happened to the idiot brigade: they believed a liar and bullied her. None of their dreams came true. The Waynes own half the companies those idiots wanted to work for. I wouldn't put it past Damian to rat those losers out to his family and have them blacklisted. You have seen how overprotective he is of their kids; he's the same way with her."

"True." Adrine sighed, "He still yells at me when I hug her."

"Idiot." Chloe declared, rolling her eyes.

The class looked at each other before pulling out their phones. They looked up Marinette and the Wayne family. The class shifted nervously as they realized what Chloe had said was true. The Waynes and Marinette owned their jobs. They were all comfortable with their jobs, but they weren't anything to brag about. They had all wanted bigger and better things at thirteen.

None of them were the doctors, rock stars, DJs, journalists, environmentalists, or the Olympians they thought they would be. They worked desk jobs or became something close to what they wanted. Lila knew she would never model again when Gabriel told her that he was going to blacklist her. The Waynes owned everything from food to biolabs to steel to shipbuilding and aerospace. Lila silently left the reunion as everyone came to terms that their dreams ended long ago.

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[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal Part 8

WC:1175 Masterpost

Wherever they stopped was completely dark and definitely outside. As a cool breeze blew past, Danny was very glad he listened and had brought a jacket.

“You know,” Danny said as he climbed off Flash’s back. “It’s a good thing that you’re a hero, because this has mild serial killer vibes.”

“What?! No no,” Flash stammered before he dashed around the area.

Lights bloomed behind him as he ran, illuminating the space. They were in a field of some sort, standing on the foundation of a long gone building. The prairie grasses caught and sparkled in the light of the various lanterns that Flash had turned on. A cozy looking pile of blankets and a few pillows sat in the center of the foundation. Flash stopped next to it, shifting nervously on his feet.

“I, um. So there’s a meteor shower tonight!” Flash rushed to explain, the words almost garbled with how he was practically vibrating in place. “And I thought we’d come somewhere really dark where we could watch it? Since you like space? And I packed a little picnic for us too and…”

“That sounds really, really nice,” Danny said with a soft smile, talking over Flash’s almost panicked explanation. “I didn’t think I’d get to see the meteor shower this year, so this is really awesome.”

“Yeah? Okay, good,” Flash said, almost slumping as the nervous energy drained out of him. “I hope it’s a good night for them.”

“Even if not, this is… great, really great Flash,” Danny said. He made his way to the blanket, slipping his shoes off before he sat. “It’s been… it’s been a really long time since anyone has done something like this for me. Thank you.”

“Yeah? Wow, I keep saying that. I mean you’re welcome,” Flash said as he took off his peculiar boots and sat down next to Danny. “I’m glad you said yes.”

“You made me curious,” Danny said honestly. He picked up Flash’s boot, studying it as the other unpacked the backpack. “What are these made of to not just disintegrate when you run? I mean, obviously a polymer of some sort, but the friction it has to withstand…”

“Oh, we use a lot of the same stuff that you see in factories where machines produce high friction and some science from the automotive industry and even the aerospace,” Flash explained when he paused to see what Danny was talking about. “The shoes were pretty easy. The suit was the real problem.”

“Weave issues,” Danny said with a little nod. “Makes sense.”

“And chaffing,” Flash said with a grimace. “I have used so much baby powder.”

Danny couldn’t help but laugh at Flash’s expression. “I bet.”

“Yeah. Luckily Un—um, the other Flash had a lot of things worked out before I put on the suit.”

“That’s cool. Chemistry was never my thing, but material engineering can be really inventive.”

“There you are being smart again.”

“Me? Nah, my parents are just inventors. I used to do some work in their lab when I was a kid,” Danny said, setting the shoe down.

“And you didn’t want to follow in their footsteps?” Flash asked, his tone oddly soft.

Danny snorted. “Their type of science? No way. And besides, I never would have gotten into a good program. I, ah… didn’t do too well in high school.”

“No?”

“Nope. There was an accident in my parent’s lab with one of their inventions…” Danny closed his eyes. It was still hard to talk about the accident, especially when he couldn’t really talk about it. “Got electrocuted pretty badly by it. My heart stopped. Anyways, it threw me off pretty badly for a time and then I just never really got my feet under me. And there was this stupid bully and some other shit… sorry, excuses, I know.”

“Hey, no, reasons. People who think every reason is an excuse really don’t want you to explain yourself, they just want you to feel bad,” Flash said and bumped their shoulders together lightly. “Besides, look where you are now! You’re doing so much good and already a team lead. That’s amazing. Who cares about how you did in high school anymore?”

“My sister, for one,” Danny said. He sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Wow, sorry, I really brought the mood down, huh? Show me what you brought for this picnic. After your pizza choices I’m curious what else you like.”

“Dude, you ate the pizza!” Flash defended, though his grin gave away his amusement.

“I wasn’t insulting your tastes, curious can be a good thing. It got me to agree to tonight, remember?" Danny asked. He was smiling again, despite the serious conversations a few moments ago. It was almost startling how easy it was to smile around Flash.

(Danny wasn’t complaining about that either.)

“Mmhummm, sure,” Flash said, ducking his head to hide his grin.

"Come on, unpack the snacks,” Danny said, nudging their shoulders together.

“Okay, okay, demanding,” Flash said with with a smile. “It’s a picnic, yeah? So have to have watermelon, but even better than normal watermelon, I have pickled watermelon!”

“Pickled watermelon?” Danny asked, taking the presented container curiously.

“Salty, sweet, tangy— the best,” Flash said. “And some little bread bite things to go with them.”

“How specific.”

“Shut it. Oh! Right, wasabi peas, a must have, and cupcakes for dessert!” Flash said, pulling out frankly extravagant looking cupcakes.

“You’re spoiling me.”

“Well,” Flash said. Danny could just barely see the blush coating his cheeks. “Maybe I think you deserve to be spoiled.”

Danny froze for a moment. Oh. Oh. This was a date. He felt foolish for not cluing in earlier. Suddenly feeling bashful himself, he glanced at Flash. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, like, okay, I’m getting that you don’t seem to think it, which is really like, so wrong, but you’re really amazing and nice and I mean, I’m just saying that I’m glad you said yes to tonight and since you said yes I’m going to spoil you, because, um, you deserve it,” Flash said in a blur of words.

It was charming that Flash thought that highly of him. Misguided, maybe, but charming. It bloomed a warmth in Danny’s chest that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Before he lost his nerves, Danny leaned over and pressed a light kiss to Flash’s cheek, right above the corner of his lips. “Thank you.”

Flash blushed red enough to match his mask. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed and leaned against Flash. “Oh, look! A meteor!”

“Where? I see it! Wait, I’ll turn out most of the lights!” Flash said, gone and back before Danny even had a chance to tilt over. There was just enough light left to see the food without losing the overwhelming wonder that was the night sky and streaking meteors. “Make a wish.”

“Naw,” Danny said. He’d never do that again. Besides… “don’t need to. This is already perfect.”

“Yeah,” Flash softly agreed as he twined their fingers together.

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AN: The boooooooys. My, I just enjoy writing these two being all soft and cute so much. And hey! Danny clued in! What do we think of Wally's food choices? (Can you tell I've been craving pickled watermelon?)

Stay delightful, my darlings!

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[rotten-dogs]

Hii can I also req a bully bada smut??😫 🙏 I love ur works!!

From Time

cw: general bullying, characters in the grey area, dubious consent wise (power difference) girl cock, umm squirting

an: sure thx 4 the rq this is short and sweet hopefully

The loud sound of lockers slamming pressed mind numbingly against your ears. The chatter from other students became muddled against every other noise in the vicinity. The sound of someone’s shoes squeaking, a backpack unzipping, a teacher yelling to tell off a student running down the hall.

Everything combined made an already hostile day ten times worse. You could feel your brain slowly draining itself of personality, of you. Water dripped from your hair and stained the sleeves of your clothes but nobody noticed. Nobody ever had. The skin around your wrists was inflamed and the length of your skirt covered the mass-ly blue bruises that seemed to be permanently etched into your skin. Everything was blurry, and only one thing remained on your mind in a constant.

Bada Lee.

Ever since grade school she had made it her personal mission to plaster her personal vendetta against you across her whole being. It started out petty, a few sarcastic comments that only the petulant mind of an eight year old could come up with. Stealing your things, holding them above your head.

By middle school it had shifted, but only slightly. A few shoulder checks in the hallway, a little academic intimidation, rumors. Oh the rumors.

By high school it had gotten more physical. It seemed her hate for you only grew, shoving you into lockers, punching your stomach until you were gasping for air behind the school and like today—holding you down while she poured water over your face on a constant. You didn’t know why she did it, you steered clear of her and yet it’s like that wasn’t enough. Like you had burrowed a section out in her brain and now she blames you specifically for that. It’s your fault that she can’t stop thinking about hurting you.

The reality is she made your life a living hell and sometimes you wondered if that’s all it would be. You’d never even been friends with the girl and yet she destroyed your concept of friendships. Anyone you’d gotten close to she easily consumed from you as well. It was easy for her, she was charming and stunning to everyone else. A guiding light. A campus crush that you touch yourself after hours to. Not that you would.

You pull your arms around yourself, attempting to fall inside yourself and avoid the curious eyes drifting your way as you make your way to class. It hardly works, it’s all you can think about as you push your way through what feels like an endless sea of people.

So suddenly you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. That hand tugs, hard on your arm and suddenly you’re being pulled through the stuffy hall; your guiding light expertly weaving through the bustle of your peers.

You don’t have to look up, you know that grip. Felt it many times. Your heart dies a little in your chest at the thought. Just this morning, Bada had grabbed you by the back of your head and told you to sit; wait.

You did, obediently, shaking in fearful anticipation as she came up behind you. You could feel her presence—looming over you before an intense feeling of cold and wet washed over you. You could’ve sworn you felt your body go into shock.

The sound of Bada laughing cruelly behind you filled your ears and you slipped trying to stand up, your body suddenly shaking violently as the cold morning air hit your wet frame. All Bada offered you was, “You looked hot.” Before she turned on her heel and walked the other way.

You thought that would’ve been the end of it today and you were clearly a fool. She tugged you to the far end of the school, the crowd having dissipated into a few stragglers until there was no one around at all.

“Bada.”

You tried, wincing as the grip only tightened on your arm. She pulled you into an empty classroom, slamming the door behind her. The action made her grip on your wrist loosen and you pulled it away into your own chest, rubbing the skin there with your other hand.

“Bada..” You’re searching for words but nothing seems to stick and she’s looking at you with nothing short of hatred in her eyes. It makes you feel small. She takes a step forward, and you take a step back.

“Did you think I was done?” She raises her eyebrow, expectant of an answer and you turn your head, finding the floor beside you to be all the more interesting. A mistake. Her hand finds itself under your chin easily, pushing it up to look at her. “You know it’s disrespectful to turn away from someone.” Her eyes trail away and the quiet anger is written all over her face. You’ve been here before. You know everything about Bada, and she knows everything about you.

“Sit on that desk.” She juts her chin towards it, letting go of yours and you start to shake your head. “Not h-“ the loud sound of a slap reverberates off the walls and you blink in registry. Red is creeping onto your face from where the sting of her slap imprinted itself on you. You lack shock at her doing it, but rather at how quickly it had happened. “I’m not asking again.” And damn, if that isn’t a threat.

You nod, more to yourself than to her and make your way towards the desk she had pointed out to you, letting your thighs touch the base of it before lifting yourself to sit atop it, feet dangling.

She smiles, a rare occurrence, as she walks towards you. “See? Was that so hard, hm?” She pushes your hair back from your shoulders and slides her hand down suggestively from your neck down to the first button on your blouse. Her fingers are tender, such a contrast to her personality as she unbuttons your top, pulls it down your shoulders. Her grin is toothy, big lips pulled open predatorily as she leans in, leaves a kiss against your shoulder once, before bringing a trail up your neck and to the base of your ear.

You inhale deeply at her actions, eyes closing as you feel a familiar throb make itself known between your legs. Legs that she seems to take an interest in suddenly. Her hands rub over your thighs, rubbing her thumbs into your taut skin there which garners a groan from you. She seems to like that, chuckling breathily to herself before spreading your legs further apart. Embarrassment seeps in and you glance at the door. Locked or not, anyone could walk by.

You feel her breath fan against your neck before she puts her lips to your ear, “You gonna just take it today?” She bites her lip, a hand snaking down your front and ghosting over your core. “Or have I not stretched you enough these days?” And despite the inaccuracy she’s suggesting about the female anatomy; you meet her eyes, they’re gleaming with something only she understands. A look only she knows, something glassy and wide eyed. Beggar.

“Oh…” She smiles, biting back a laugh as she takes it in, “Filthy.” Is what she offers as you two come to some sort of silent understanding.

Then she’s pulling your skirt up, looping her fingers down your panties and pulling them down; but not all the way. No, she wouldn’t bother with that. It all happens so quickly, barely any time passes before she’s pulling herself out of her trousers, precum dripping from her tip.

Her teeth bite at the inside of her cheek as she lines herself up. If she were decent she might ask if you were ready, give you some kind of warning. But she isn’t, so she doesn’t. Just pushes the tip inside, her eyes locking with yours as she does. She watches as your mouth falls open, holding the eye contact as your face quivers with the pain.

She keeps pushing in, forcing her way inside your walls as they try to keep up, relaxing despite the pain. It feels like you’re being torn open, her size massive to the unprepared state you’re in. She’s still holding your gaze as your eyes tear up, a broken moan slipping from your lips. “Bada.” You whine and she smiles, “Shhh.” Is what she offers.

Your arms fly up to wrap around her shoulders as she bottoms out, your eyes forcing themselves closed and a shudder wracking through your body while you try to adjust. She’s no help though, wasting no time before she pulls out to the hilt and slams herself inside again. Which in turn, causes you to scream out, legs flailing on either side of her with the force of it. You bite around her shoulder, trying to quiet yourself as your field of vision becomes slick with tears.

Bada sets out on a pace, finding it quickly. And it’s not kind, her hips fucking against you at a dangerous pace. You stretch around her with each thrust, your body bouncing against the table while you try to hold onto her shoulders for dear life. “Look at you taking it. Speechless?” She mocks, her words breathy as you clench around her and whine in response.

“Can always count on you. My little slut.” Her hands slide down to hold your waist and you cry out, a tear sliding down your face as she pushes you away from her shoulders, sends you back to lay against the desk.

She lifts your hips off the desk, angling her hips upwards before fucking inside of you with a new fervor, fucking into you like you’re a fleshlight. “My little toy. Look at you. Can barely handle it yet you’re moaning for more.” And she’s right, your hands are clenched into fists while your mouth hangs agape, moaning loudly, any thoughts of anyone walking having become uncared for by you. Bada’s name falls from your lips endlessly and your body goes stiff.

“Please.” Is what you offer, “Please please please.” Your back arches even further off the desk and she pulls you further onto her, the sound of your skin against each other filling the space. You can’t help but groan, tears sliding down your face as she speeds up. “There you go baby, that’s it.”

“Taking it so well I knew you could.”

You whine at the praise and shake your head, “I can’t…I can’t..” you can barely think, your hand coming up to try and push Bada’s hands off your hips and that well, she doesn’t like that at all.

Suddenly, her hand is around your throat and her face comes back into your field of view as she fucks inside of you at a new pace. “You can.” She says and you shake your head again, sniffling in between your stolen moans, “You can.” She says again, her voice raspy and darker than it was moments before, her hips snapping up against you.

You can barely breathe, your hand coming up to hold where she has your neck in her grip, “Wait..” you whine out but she doesn’t, barely even slows down before you’re coming all over her cock, a scream falling from your lips. Your hips shake and splutter around her and your head falls back as far as it can, your whole vision goes dark for a moment and you register her letting you go when your back hits the desk again.

It’s quiet, and you can feel her shallowly fucking inside you still, her eyes staring directly down at where you’re swallowing her up. You’re dazed, and a little confused as you try to blink up at her. Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth and you’re unable to speak so she does it for you. That grin still plays on her lips when she meets your gaze again,

“You fucking squirted.”

[jasmine-the-fox]

I have moved on... why haven't you done the same?

This was a request by azv2448 over on ao3! As you all know I have gotten many requests from this person and I don’t believe this will be the last request I get and so without further ado.

Please enjoy!

It has been ten years since Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur who were Hawkmoth and Mayura were defeated. This caused things to be brought to light… specifically about how Lila Rossi has been working with them since Heroes’ Day. It caused many to demand for her to either be punished for her crimes or to be kicked out of Paris since she helped a terrorist like Hawkmoth. Mayor Bourgeois agreed to kick Lila out of Paris and as a result her mom had a week to get Lila on a plan out of Paris since once on the plane she could never come back. Adrien watched this on the news from his apartment in Paris that Chloe helped him to get. He had already proven he never knew his father was Hawkmoth and while some didn’t like him, he wasn’t told to leave Paris which was a relief… the only thing he knew was that he helped take down Hawkmoth and Mayura.

And that Lila was a liar…

He knew that he had to do something to keep himself busy… which is why since Marinette, there everyday Ladybug is an up-and-coming designer… he was certain she could help him figure things out for himself. He decided that since Ladybug left Paris since there was no terrorist anymore… he would go on to date Mari instead, he went to the bakery only to find out she doesn’t live there anymore… hasn’t for years even. This surprised him but he decided to try and find her in Paris while calling her, texting her and even stalking her social media accounts in the hopes she will go on a date with him.

But she never answered him… in fact she either ignored him or blocked him at some point…

This angered him as he was now falling for her and he wanted to date her now… which is why he decided to turn to there friends “She isn’t replying to me at all even though I want to take her out on a date” he explained making the few that was able to meet with him nod in understanding… those who couldn’t were working and would be able to see him another time.

Alya who was the first to agree to meet with him was so excited for this “Mari loved you in high school! Me and the girls tried to set the two of you up but there was always either an akuma or… her that ruined everything” Alya explained as everyone went quiet knowing who ‘her’ was… which was Lila Rossi.

Adrien remembered times where he was with Marinette and an akuma appeared… but he clearly remembered the times he was alone with Mari and Lila popped in to stop anything that was happening between them… meaning they could have been dating since high school had Lila not ruined anything.

Alya sighed which caught his attention “Because of Lila… we turned Mari away. We all believed Lila’s lies about Mari being jealous of her about you and how Mari was bullying her… and we never took a moment to realize what we did wrong to then apologize” she explained making them nod. Adrien looked down at his hands as he remembered the day Lila was revealed for who she really was, everyone screamed at Lila as police took her away… but not one of them looked at Mari and realize how badly they hurt her.

He remembered trying to talk to her after that but Kagami, Luka, Marc, Aurore, Mireille and Zoe took her away. As a result, he never got to ask her how she was doing from the whole Lila thing, he didn’t even try to talk to her the next day when she came to school, or the next day, or a week later, or when they graduated high school… he simply looked at her for a moment before focusing on the lesson.

Now here he was asking for their friends to help him talk to Mari about going on a date with him, after a moment Alya took over and promised to tell the others about this “We also need to talk to her… we all have to apologize for everything we did when we thought Lila was telling the truth… that way we can all heal together and be friends again” she explained making Adrien smile and nod as they all began to head home.

After that it was all a matter of planning, working together… and lots of waiting…

Alya like she promised told the rest of there friends about what they talked about, then a week later they were all together trying to figure out where Mari was living and trying to contact her to meet them. Max discovered that all of Mari’s social media accounts have been silent for eight years now… until now as she deleted them all which surprised everyone since she used them to post some of her designs, not only that but Rose tried calling and texting Mari only to hear a male voice who revealed he got this number three years ago before asking her to not call him again.

It broke Adrien’s heart as he thought he would see her again or talk to her, he was sad for days until Alya called him with great news “Chloe’s mom is having a huge fashion show next month! It’s huge because she worked with multiple designers to create collections with them… but one of them has to be Mari!” she explained making Adrien happy and excited.

He reached out to Chloe for a few tickets, he hoped she would agree which she did… but she wanted to give them to him in person. This was a surprise to him but he agreed, they met outside her hotel and she looked sad “I didn’t want you to go… but I guess you need this” she simply said before leaving him there with the tickets.

This caused Adrien to be confused but he got the tickets… and there was enough for him and his friends which made them very happy to be able to go to see Mari at long last if she was there. They all got ready for the event so they could go without anyone looking at them as if they didn’t belong there… soon the day had come and Adrien arrived with his friends to the show. They sat down together while looking around for Mari possibly there to watch the show.

But Adrien was happy to see she wasn’t and was more then likely a designer that worked with Audrey Bourgeois. Once everyone was seated, Audrey came out to greet everyone before the show was to start by presenting the first collection. Adrien looked it over and none of the pieces looked like something Mari would create “Mari wouldn’t make this… it’s plain colors and Mari always worked with bright colors” Max whispered making the ones near him nod… sure enough it wasn’t Mari.

Audrey came out after the first collection was revealed and revealed the designer, she worked with… this was a pattern that repeated with every collection. Audrey would tell them the name of the collection, models wearing the collection would come out and then Audrey would reveal the designer who worked with her.

Ten collections later and Adrien began to think Mari didn’t work with Audrey at all in the end. The others were thinking the same thing since none of the collections were ones Mari would design, soon Audrey revealed the next collection “This collection was created with the help of a designer my daughter Chloe introduced me in Gotham. She knew her in the past and now here we are. I present to you all the collection: Sunshine in the night” Audrey said before walking into the back to let the models to their job.

Adrien had hope… until Alya busted it “Mari wouldn’t go to Gotham. It’s full of criminals much worse then when we were akuma’s” she whispered making the others nod as the collection was revealed.

And none of them looked like Mari’s work… they were sophisticated but not like Mari would make them…

They looked almost… like something an adult designer would create after years of hard work, and while Mari has worked hard… she would still have made her pieces with bright colors and gorgeous styles. Adrien did like the collection though, he used to be known as the sunshine boy until his father got arrested… now he was just Adrien Agreste: son of Hawkmoth. It sucked but he knew that soon people would move on.

When the collection was finished being shown, Audrey came back “I am so very happy to see you all loved this collection! And now I present to you the designer who helped me: Marinette Wayne” Audrey said and to the groups shock… there sweet Mari appeared and came to Audrey’s side. Adrien wasn’t listening as Mari talked about the story behind the collection… he was simply focused on how gorgeous she looked with her long hair in a braid and her gorgeous red dress.

He hoped to talk to her after the show was over…

Sure enough, after all of the collections were revealed… he found Mari at the party that was prepared after the fashion show. She was talking to some of the other designers and Adrien couldn’t help but be happy to see her again “Let’s go talk to her! You can ask her on a date after we apologize to her” Alya said making Adrien smile and nod as they walked over to Mari who was now alone.

Adrien was just about to speak when a tanned man with black hair and green eyes stopped him “Not another step Agreste. A restraining order has been placed to keep you away from my wife after all that stalking and harassment you have done” he said which shocked Adrien and his friends, Alya however was confused “Who the hell are you? And why are you keeping Adrien from being with Marinette?” she demanded making the man glare at her.

“I am her husband, Damian Wayne. Chloe Bourgeois introduced us at a Wayne gala when she brought her as her plus one… we have been together since then” he explained which made Alya look at him in shock before looking over to Mari “Don’t you have feelings for Adrien? We used to try and get the two of you together” she said making Mari sigh “I did in fact used to have feelings for him… but considering he also knew with me that Lila was a liar and told me not to do anything against her… my feelings for him slowly died as you all bullied me and he didn’t try to help me” she revealed making them look at him “You… knew?” Nino asked in shock.

“Anyways… why are you all here? I know Juleka would be here since she is a model and Adrien used to be one… but the rest of you don’t work in fashion so why are you here?” she asked making them look at one another before Alya spoke “We wanted to apologize. We should have done this a long time ago but we were so blinded by our anger towards Lila… that we forgot about everything we did to you because she lied to us… so we wanted to apologize” she explained making Mari nod “I see… and now clearly you have all apologized… so you can leave” Mari said as Damian got to her side and they moved to walk away. This shocked them as Rose spoke up “So you forgive us, right? And we can be friends again?” she asked with hope in her voice.

Mari stopped making Damian look at her with a nod, she turned to look at them over her shoulder and spoke “No. I don’t forgive you. What you did has destroyed me in more ways than you can imagine… but you never cared to think about it… and we are not friends. Haven’t been since you all claimed we weren’t friends after I supposedly pushed Lila down the stairs again” she revealed before she walked away from them with her husband.

They were in complete shock as Chloe walked over to them, Adrien looked at her “You knew she would be here” he said making her nod “I warned her that you guys were trying to contact her and that once Alya found out you would all come. Which is why she paid for all of your tickets” she revealed making their eyes go wide at her words “Wait… she paid for our tickets? But why?” why pay for them if she wouldn’t forgive us and be our friends again?” Kim asked confused… but Chloe had the answer.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked making them all look at one another for a moment before looking back at her while shaking their heads. She sighed as Adrien spoke “Tell us Chloe please! Why did she pay for our tickets?” he asked in the hopes she could give them the answer that would explain everything to them at long last. Chloe sighed one more time before looking at them with a glare “So you could see she did the one thing you haven’t done yet… move on” she said and with that she turned around and walked away from them.

They all slowly left the party in silence, Adrien returned to his apartment heartbroken from all of this when he got a text from Nino… telling him that the class decided to cut him off from them for hiding from them that he knew Lila was a liar for who knows how long… and then he was blocked by him… they all blocked him and there was nothing he could do about it all but cry from all the pain he was feeling right now after losing so much now.

Because he didn’t act sooner… because he didn’t move on after seeing Marinette on the day they graduated… he now went through so much pain and lost all the people he loved… and he was never getting them back…

[astraysimp]

Meant to Be-9mitm

♡ Hi everyone! I am back with, what is sadly, the last chapter of 9mitm. 🙁

This has been truly such a joy for me to write and I have thoroughly looked forward to each Friday to put these pieces out for you guys. I want to say thank you to everyone who has shown both @straykeedz and I love on this collaboration. It really does mean the world to both of us. HOWEVER, this DOES NOT mean that dad!skz is over. No no, there is so much more to come! I hope you guys will look forward to it! (also me and ms. straykeedz and one of our other dear friends may or may not be planning a collab that will be on my smut page @singsangseung– please look forward to it, IF YOU ARE OF AGE) 

I want to give my pookie bear bestie @straykeedz a MASSIVE MASSIVE shoutout though. So, Bee, my bestie, my pookie bear…thank you so so so so much for making this collaboration happen. I remember us initially planning and discussing this baby MONTHS ago and to have finally finished her has been such a dream come true. It has been such a dream and honor and pleasure to work with you on this, pookie. Not only in the writing and collab aspect, but thank you for being my best friend. I genuinely am so glad that we made this happen and have become such close friends, even if we live so far apart. Your writing is so beautiful and i can only hope to be as amazing as you are,  one day. You are such a lovely person, through and through.  You hold such a dear place in my heart, the binnie to my minnie forever. I love you so so so much, pooks. Hopefully maybe, we shall collab again in the future. But, big big bug hugs and lots of love from me to you, bee!( please don’t cry reading this…..or I’ll cry too….or maybe let’s cry together)

OKAY OKAY OKAY BACK TO THE WRITING,.......just had to simp for my pookie real quick ….DEUCES 

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♡Summary: you didn’t mean to fall in love with your childhood best friend…much less did you expect to have a baby with him

♡Warnings: childhood best friends to lovers! Jeongin, dad!innie, pet names, MARSHMALLOW FLUFF, kinda angst( if you count exes giving I.N and y/n ultimatums), fem!reader, mad I.N, cursing, italicized text refers to the past 

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There was never a point in your life where Jeongin wasn’t there. In fact, he had been in your life since the two of you were still in the womb. Your mothers were best friends, and had somehow gotten pregnant at the same time. That, obviously, meant that the babies(you and Jeongin) would be best friends, as well. Heck, your mothers had a shared baby shower, shared gender reveal party and had managed to give birth a day apart.

So, all in all, you and Jeongin have always been attached at the hip inseparable. (And, your mothers secretly hoped you two would date some day)

Growing up, you were each others’ first friends, other than your siblings. Of course you would be, you two were raised together, practically siblings at that point. It never bothered you, how close you two were. The two of you were two peas in a pod, the peanut butter to the other’s jelly. You were always playing together, laughing together, crying together, sticking up for one another.

The thing was, the older you grew, the more friendly affectionate you got– cuddling, hugs, hand holding, him defending you from bullies– but it was platonic.Or so it seemed at the time, which you wouldn’t realize until later on. You and Jeongin were always adamant on that. But, what you and him saw as platonic others saw as flirting. It being “too close to be just friendly.” 

When you and jeongin were in high school, you each had a couple of boyfriends or girlfriends. And, every time they had given you or him the ultimatum of me or them. And without a shadow of a doubt, every time, you had chosen one another. Claiming, “boyfriends and girlfriends come and go. But, we’re forever,” and forever, you were. 

One memory, however, was clear in your mind.  Jeongin had been dating his girlfriend, Hyerin, for about 2 months. She never liked you, but never up front would tell you why. You just felt it. In the way she looked at you, tried to separate you and Jeongin, excluded you from plans. It was clear as day. Jeongin hated the fact that his girlfriend didn’t like his best friend. The reasons she wouldn’t tell you, she did tell Jeongin, though. “You and y/n are way too close.” “She's so into you, and you don’t tell her to stop.” “You’re always with her, more than with me.” all of which, he argued back with, “we’ve literally grown up together, of course we’re close,” “I’m with you all the time, Hyerin,” “she’s not into me, we’re just friends. I’ve already told you that!” 

That one day, it was the end of school and you had been making your way to where Jeongin’s locker was located, excited to hang out and grab snacks at the local convenience store. But, as you were approaching, you could see Jeongin standing there, his back turned to you, while Hyerin stood opposite of him. They were arguing and luckily you had been out of eyesight.

“Jeong, she’s way too close to you for you to be just friends!” She had yelled, venom laced in her voice. You never thought you were ‘too’ close, you and Jeongin had been friends since in the womb.

“Hyerin! We are just friends! How many times do I have to go over this with you?! I am dating YOU!” Jeongin yelled back, frustratedly running a hand through his straight black hair. He sounded just as angry and heated as she did. “Does she think there’s something going on between us?” You thought to yourself.

“It doesn’t feel like it! Wherever you go, she goes with. A date for us turns into you two in the light and me being a third wheel on a date with my own boyfriend!” Hyerin complained, her fists balled up, at her sides. “Whenever I go to your house, she’s there and if you’re not home then you're at HER house!” her voice boomed. But it was true. You and Jeongin were always either at one another’s houses or out chilling somewhere. You just hadn’t known it was this problematic, because she never voiced these issues to you or pulled you aside for a conversation. You would’ve understood her frustrations.

Even just seeing how his shoulders were squared, and how tense his body seemed, you knew that he was pissed, more pissed than you’ve ever seen him before. “Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?! What is it that you want Hyerin?!” He barked, making overly obnoxious hand gestures at her.

Oh, she knew exactly what she wanted…

“Choose. Me or y/n, Jeong. “

..but she wasn’t expecting the answer she got

Jeongin always knew his answer would be you, and you would always choose him. That choice was as easy as breathing. So, with a light scoff, he gave her his answer

“Y/n”

Hyerin’s jaw positively dropped. She was gobsmacked. “Really?! Really?! Are you fucking serious, Jeongin?!” Dead serious, he was dead serious. So he laughed, “Of course I’m being serious. I’ll always choose y/n. Hyerin, we’re done.” He laughed out, venomously. 

Well damn, she was at a loss for words. Storming off, she spotted you and rolled her eyes. “There’s your precious y/n, Jeongin,” was all she got out before she turned the corner.

Timidly, you approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Innie, you okay?” You asked, running a hand through his soft hair. That alone, had managed to take his level of anger from a boil to a simmer. Sighing, he nodded and pulled you into his chest, asking with a quiet voice. “I’m okay. Are you okay? How much did you hear?”

Even through his bad moments, which you’ve seen a lot of , he was always concerned for you. Rubbing a hand up and down the expanse of his back, you sighed. “I should be the one asking if you’re okay. You and your girlfriend just broke up……because of me,” you whispered, tucking your face into his chest, inhaling his sweet woodsy scent. 

“Bun, I know. But, if she can’t accept our friendship, then it would have never worked out. I’m always always always going to choose you, bun.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks in his large hands, and swiping the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks, before he closed his fox-like eyes, before pressing his slightly chapped lips against your strawberry lip balm flavored ones.

That was how your relationship started, a whopping year and a half ago. . You didn’t plan on falling in love with your best friend. Honestly, you had never expected to, and neither did he. But, of course neither of you regretted it and the more you thought about it……maybe you and Jeongin had always had those romantic feelings all along and were too afraid to take the plunge, afraid that it could ruin the friendship you sustained. 

When you think about it, the hand holding, cuddling, protectiveness, longing to constantly be near one another, ‘platonic’ kisses did seem a little more romantic and a little less platonic.Your moms always wanted you two to end up dating. Saying that “it  would be perfect, we’re best friends, and you’re best friends so it makes sense. You two know each other so well already!” But, you had always brushed it aside, telling them “we’re just friends, mom.Nothing more, just two best friends. Maybe, they knew all along that you two would end up together. Call it mother’s intuition.

As you and Jeongin grew up and your bond only grew, you were even confused as a couple on numerous occasions. One of your favorite memories being  when you two went to Lotte land together. You wore a coordinating outfit. His was a pair of cream colored  pants, a white tee shirt with a short sleeved soft blue plaid overshirt, finished with a pair of sneakers. You wore a dress in the same color and pattern as his overshirt, with a white tee-shirt underneath with a matching pair of sneakers. Large happy smiles on your faces, as you walked the park,hand in hand.

“Ah, what a lovely couple you make,” an older lady complimented the pair of you. This was a normal thing for you, so neither of you minded it–maybe even liked it. Being mistaken as a couple had happened to you and Jeongin so many times that you both had just started accepting the compliment and not even trying to rebuttal with, “oh. We’re just friends.” Maybe you two liked being mistaken for a couple, so happily in love. Politely, you both nodded and bowed at the older woman. “Thank you,” you replied, a soft blush tinting your cheeks. With that, Jeongin squeezed your hand, a soft giggle escaping his lips. “ We do make a pretty cute couple don’t we, bun?”

But getting to love your best friend was as easy as breathing. You knew everything there was to know about each other. You knew how he liked his eggs–scrambled with bell peppers,cheese, with salt and pepper to taste. Jeongin knew how you liked your iced coffee– light ice, chocolate caramel flavoring, extra syrup and extra creamer (because you don’t like the taste of coffee). You knew how he used to eat sand, or that he tried to run away from home when he was 7.Jeongin knew that you hated brussel sprouts and broccoli, so whenever you had them on your plate he would eat them for you. Conversely, you knew that he loved  tteokbokki, cheese tteokbokki specifically. So, as a true best friend would, you learned how  to make it or would always stop at a local food stand to pick him up a fresh order.  He knew that you were scared of the dark until you were 11. that you had a massive fear of heights and spiders–or just bugs in general, but you liked fireflies because their butts glowed and it reminded you of the movie Princess and the Frog, even though your favorite movie was Tangled. 

When he got braces? You were there. In fact, you were the first person to see him with them, outside of his family. “I hate them, bun. They hurt and look stupid,” he whined, trying to conceal his new smile. “Aish, Innie. You’ll be okay and in fact…I think they look nice.” You consoled him, pulling his hands away from his mouth so you could rub wax over the metal wires that would straighten his teeth out. 

Two years later, when he got his braces off, you accompanied him to the appointment. Hand in hand, you watched as his orthodontist clipped the brackets, pulled out the wire, and smoothed his newly straightened teeth. “Wah, my innie-ah! You look so good! Smile, smile, smile!” You cheered, gently pulling him to sit up in his chair. “Aigo, don’t embarrass me, we’re in public, bun.” He blushed, nonetheless flashing you a bright smile, that you had captured through a picture. “I don’t care! You look so nice, Jeongie!’ The compliment fell from your lips and through his ears, only further reddening his cheeks and causing him to grab your hand to pull you from the orthodontists office. He apologized for making a fuss. But, how could you not? He was too cute and handsome.

Nothing was a secret when it came to you and Jeongin. It was kind of impossible, when you were friends since you were in the womb. For every step, story and milestone you reached; you were there witnessing it all or would tell each other about it. You also knew that the both of you wanted to have kids, one day. He wanted a boy and a girl and you wanted the same.

Baby names were a conversation you’d had many times. It always came up in conversation, at least, once a week. It started when you were younger, playing house with your baby dolls. They had to have names.

“Jeongieeeeeee, we have to name our baby.” you whined, holding the baby doll in your hands. “Whyyyyy?” A then 10 year old, Jeongin complained, as if the answer wasn’t obvious. Baffled, you drew your eyebrows up. “Why? What do you mean why? We can;’t just call our baby bean, or baby or peanut! The baby needs a name, you pabo!” the words drawled from your lips as you pouted. “Yes we can! I never call you by your name, just by a nickname. We can do the same for our baby.” He complained, his fox eyes turning into small slivers as he sighed. All the while, your eyes were turning into big brown puppy ones. “Nooooooo, innieeeeee! We have to name the babbbbyyyyy. I didn’t carry and birth our baby for him to not have a nameeeeeee,” you dragged on, even going as far as to stomp your feet. “Fine fine fine, aigoo, bun.” He sighed, patting you on the head. “How about Mi-rae?” the name fell from his lips, so easily. “I like it, baby Yang Mi-rae.” 

Mi-rae…it meant future. Funnily enough, a real baby was in your future. And yes….. You took playing house very seriously. 

Little did you know, you would go from playing house to living together in a house, with your baby.

But, you never would have expected to have a baby together. Playing house and raising a baby doll was a very stark contrast to raising a real living, breathing, crying, eating, sleeping, peeing, pooping baby.  Finding out that you were expecting, was quite the surprise for you and jeongin. On the other hand, your moms were ecstatic, over the moon, excited, jumping for joy.

“I knew this would happen. It’s about time! Our babies are having a baby!” Your mom had squealed, when you told her the news. “I know! Oh my gosh! Ah!” his mom had smiled in return. While they were celebrating, you and Jeongin stood looking at each other with a puzzled and befuddled look on your faces. “ What do you mean about time? You knew this would happen?” you blinked blankly at your mother’s. 

Had it not clicked to you before? Turning to you, Jeongin’s mom, softly, placed her hands on your cheeks. “Oh my dear. You two have been closer than atoms and completely inseparable since you have been in the womb. It was only a matter of time before you and Jeongin got together and gave us a baby.” She cooed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy. Similarly, your own mother had pulled you into a warm comforting embrace. “Pumpkin, it’s true. Yes, you and Innie may have denied the feelings when you were younger, but you always choose each other, you two are attached at the hip, act like a couple. We’re so so happy for you two.”

As you named your play baby when you were ten years old, your son was named Mi-rae. He was your pride and joy and a complete carbon copy of his dad, at least in looks. As a baby, Jeongin was naughty, mischievous, always keeping your parents on edge– thankfully, he mellowed out throughout the years. Jeongin always valued his personal space, not being one to enjoy in skinship– unless it was with you. Mi-rae on the other hand was calm, peaceful, and the cuddliest little bun.

He may have looked like Jeongin– sleek ebony hair, dark brown fox like eyes, deep dimples– but his personality mimicked yours. Cuddly, loves skinship, always tired, loving. Interestingly enough, Mi-rae only accepted cuddles from you or Jeongin. Much like how Jeongin only took cuddles from you, even if he acted annoyed at the times you plopped your body on him. 

At the moment, Mi-rae is 9 months old and it is currently 7:30 pm. Which is his bedtime,  since you and Jeongin wanted him to be on a steady and consistent sleep schedule. Thankfully, he was also a heavy sleeper ( like his dad) and had no issues sleeping throughout the night. You were holding him in your arms,gently rocking him. Something that helped  put him at ease and signaled his body that it was time to sleep. “My little love, it’s bedtime. Is mommy’s angel boy ready to sleep?” You cooed, looking down at him with the purest love in your eyes. 

With a pacifier tucked in his mouth, he looked up at you, slow blinks fluttering his eyes. Quietly, Jeongin walked up behind you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Hi, honey love. Is angel boy asleep,yet?” His voice resonated, his timbre soft and gentle. Shaking your head, you carefully ran the back of your knuckle along the soft plump expanse of Mi-rae’s cheek. “Not yet, Innie. Think he’s getting there, though.” You whispered, seeing Mi-rae’s eyes flutter once more, as the grip he had on your shirt loosened slightly. “Sleepy boy, our sleepy boy.” Jeongin mumbled, leaning to press a kiss to the babe’s forehead. “Our sleepy boy,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Jeongin’s lips. 

Blinking his eyes, Mi-rae fell asleep, his breathing becoming steady and slow. “There he goes. Sleep tight, angel.” Jeongin chuckled, watching the steady rise and fall of Mi-rae’s chest. Although you knew that co-sleeping wasn’t the best, you really truly couldn’t help it. What do you mean put Mi-rae in his crib when he was so peacefully captured by dreamland? No, no, no. Risking him waking up when you put him in his crib? Again,no.

Admittedly, you and Jeongin used to be pretty bad with your co-sleeping habits. But, neither you nor Jeongin wanted to be away from Mi-rae, always making sure he was safe, at peace and surrounded by love. It was hard to let him sleep in his bassinet; the same bassinet that was right next to your bed. For the first 5 months of Mi-rae’s life, he slept in that bassinet. Even harder was when you moved Mi-rae on from his bassinet to his crib. His crib was in a completely separate room–separated by its own walls and a door. For you and Jeongin, that was a big jump. It seemed so far(it was literally 10 feet away). 

Mi-rae’s nursery–warm, simple, soothing, calm. The small home you and jeongin shared was modern yet cozy. New yet familiar. So, similarly you wanted Mi-rae’s nursery to have the same feeling and aura. That took bright colors out of the equation. Dark colors? A no– Mi-rae was a happy baby and so were you and Jeongin. No bright colors and no dark colors. Neutrals, and warmth.  Off whites, creams, soft tinged colors. But, not pastel, just muted. 

Three of the walls of the nursery were an eggshell ivory color. A muted sage green accent wall, framing the soft ash colored crib. On the accent wall were bold cut out letters of his name, painted in an antique gold color- so it stood out, but not too much. 

The crib was slightly warm in tone, the color of its grain matching the color of the three remaining walls. Wanting to keep the tones and vibes as similar and cohesive as possible, the mattress was dressed in an off white bedsheet, a handmade sage green blanket thrown over its rail and a simple cloud mobile hanging over the top. Seeing as you spent a lot of time in the nursery: it was a wise decision to have a reclining chair in the corner, with a lamp nestled in the corner and a sage blanket, for cold nights and napping.

Simplistic, so there were a few toys lingering, but not too many.  Sure, Mi-rae had a lot of toys, but you and jeongin didn’t like clutter. He was also mostly in the warm loving embrace of his mother or father most of the time, anyways. So, wisely a majority of the toys were stored in a toy box, being kept on a rotation on a regular basis. There was a bookshelf against the wall, next to it a changing table with a small garbage can. Only keeping the essentials out, and leaving the room to feel open.

As good as you and Jeongin have been co-sleeping, in the past, one night wouldn’t hurt. Peering up at jeongin, your eyes locking with his fox-like ones, there was a silent agreement made. Just tonight, then in the crib tomorrow. That look was all the two of you needed, as you made your way to your shared bedroom; which was, funnily enough, decorated in the same color scheme as Mi-rae’s nursery. That wasn’t even planned, just sheer coincidence. 

By that time of night, the pair of you had already exchanged your day clothes for warm loungewear, sweats or pajamas. Today hadn’t been necessarily tiring or strenuous or stressful. It’s just that raising a baby took a lot out of you both, so you were ready to climb into bed earlier than most people did. Exchanging all nighters and energy drinks for early nights in and dirty diapers was your new routine, new life, new normal and you loved it. It was calm, peaceful, full of love and filled your heart with warmth.

“Ready for bed, bun?” Jeongin’s voice resonated, from his spot on his designated side of the bed– it was closer to the door and it made him feel as though he was protecting you. Nodding your head softly, you adjusted your hold on a sleeping Mi-rae as you managed to climb your way on your bed.

Bun, your favorite nickname from Jeongin. The main reason he called you bun was because you loved to eat sugar coated bread rolls. They were your favorite snack, leaving a coat of white sugar crystals on your fingertips. “Jeongie, they’re so good!” You always exclaimed, trying to get him to try one. Even with his lack of a sweet tooth, he would admit they were good. So, he just started to call you bun and from that day it stuck. Yeah, he had other nicknames for you– y/nnie, tiny, mini– but bun was the one he used most predominantly. You were his bun and he was your Jeongie, your innie. You were his and he was yours.

 “I am, honey love.” The soft honey-esque sound of your melodious cadence replied to him. A smile tugged on the corners of his lips, turning them into a soft grin, he held his arms open for you waiting for you to be in his safe, secure and loving hold. “Come here, then. I know you’re tired.” A tired titter left him, his chest slightly vibrating as he saw you scooch closer to him. Once in reach of his arms, you were pulled tightly to his chest. A soft sage green duvet being cast over your bodies, as a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wing was placed to your temple. “Can you believe it? Who knew that we’d be here?” Another soft chortle escaped his pink lips as he looked down at the babe in your arms. “ I know. It’s pretty crazy. But do you ever think our moms were right? That,maybe, we did have feelings for one another all along but we just couldn’t recognise it?” You pondered, relaxing your body and melting to fit the shape of his. 

“It makes sense, bun. We’ve always been close. We always have chosen each other.” Jeongin whispered back, his voice laced with the want to sleep, and a yawn spilling from his lips. As yawns do, his yawn triggered one to be pulled from your own body. “Mmmm. I mean, that’s true,” you echoed back, your ear pressed to his chest to hear his heartbeat. “I’m glad they were though….I think we would’ve ended up together eventually one day,bun.” He cooed, gently caressing your cheek with the knuckle of his middle finger. “I think so too. We’re just meant to be, in all ways, shapes, forms, and universes. We’ve always been tied together…cut from the same cloth.” You sleepily acknowledged, voice starting to become slurred with sleep as your words started to drift away to your own dreamland. Kissing your forehead, Jeongin flicked the light on your nightstand off so he too could fall into dreamland. “You’re my future. You have always been my future. I love you, my bun,” he tenderly expressed, his own eyes finally falling shut.His mind calmed and he was welcomed to his world of dreams, filled with you and Mi-rae, but he could still hear you let out the faintest whisper. 

“I love you too, my forever.”

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[astrowhump]

Sweet dreams

TW: mentions of past torture, noncon, slight dehumanization/pet whump, mouth gore, starvation, conditioning, mentions of past bullying and some other stuff…proceed with caution!

Han never thought he could feel so uncomfortable in a place designed for the utmost comfort. He’s always wondered what it must feel like to sleep in silk-sheeted kingsize beds with wooden bedposts and a dozen pillows, the kind of beds you imagine millionaires keep in their master bedrooms. If anyone had told him just a few months ago that he’d be tucked under one of those burgundy satin sheets one day his only response would be a humorous chuckle. It’s just not easy to daydream about luxurious beds when you’re barely making rent and your apartment couldn’t fit said bed even if you somehow managed to get one.

He’s being foolish, he should be enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, the aroma of lavender should calm him down and the warmth of the body behind him, holding his slender body so dearly should ease him into a peaceful dream. But ‘peaceful’ is far from how he feels, he wants to sleep - he needs it - but it’s hard to relax when the elbow behind you keeps nudging at your still unhealed whipping wounds. They’re not fresh of course, he would’ve ruined the expensive satin with his blood otherwise. He bled into unconsciousness twice when his back was first slashed- 36 times exactly, he knows because he counted each blow himself - but the skin was still tender and sensitive even though it’s been weeks now.

He didn’t exactly get the best medical care either. he didn’t get any care at all for that matter unless you count pouring hydrogen peroxide on freshly cut flesh - which, in fact, doesn’t help with healing at all, only disinfects the wounds at the cost of destroying the tissue, and it burns like a motherfucker. Of course, Han didn’t know that then, he thanked his Sir like a good boy before he realized what he was in for, and then he screamed until nothing but air came out of him. The wounds closed eventually, but they took weeks, and they never healed right, especially the big X across his back, starting from each shoulder blade and continuing to the opposite ends of his back - he’s never seen the marks himself, but Master likes to rant about them sometimes, appreciate his own ‘work of art’ as he likes to call it - that makes him feel like his skin will fall open again if he breathes too deep.

Even breathing is a hassle now, with Master’s hand on his side - right above a fractured rib - cuddling him into a little spoon position, it feels almost as if he is stabbing himself through the lungs with each inhale. The rib was his first experience, he tried to run on the first night in The Mansion- well, the truth is Han doesn’t have a clue where they are, so he just calls it The Mansion for a lack of better words - as any sane captive would, and Master had shown exactly how over-powered he was by holding his heavy combat boots on his throat as he lay pleading on the floor and blowing a hard kick to the side as any sane captor would. The pain was unlike anything he’d felt before; He had gotten in fights before, he had occasionally been on the receiving side of a blow, but the punches high school bullies threw didn’t break his bones, just his self-esteem. Sometimes he wonders which one truly hurts more.

Master sighs behind him and he barely keeps himself from flinching and waking the beast up any further, he had already disturbed his sleep enough by the whimpers that escaped his mouth before he could catch them.

He curls his shoulders inwards hugging the blankets and folds his knees forward, molding his body into a boomerang position to avoid as much contact as possible. The slow rise and fall of the clothed chest touching his bare back seems a bit disturbed as he tries to shift and turn in his place to position himself a bit more comfortably, the entire left half of his body has gone numb from staying still on his side for hours and his lungs couldn’t suck in enough air simply because of the weight of the hugging arm on his famished body.

Well, that’s not entirely true, Master fed him earlier today, a tasteless stew of grains generously served in a metal dog bowl. He dove head-first into the sticky mixture and licked the bowl clean in a matter of minutes.

“I wouldn’t have wasted money on a dishwasher if I’d known you clean the dishes so well” Master joked. The food wasn’t exactly five-Michelin-stars quality, but you don’t complain about whatever you’ve been granted after 14 consecutive days of starvation and being constantly consumed by unmeasurable amounts of pain. His stomach had become so alien to being full that it tried to push everything that reached inside, out the way it came, but Han forced it down knowing the true value of what he’s been given. Food was a luxury, sleep was a luxury, and humanity was a utopian dream.

Cool fresh air rushes back into his lungs with a deep breath in as the arm on his side stops weighing him down. Too overwhelmed by the sudden relief that he misses the mattress shift behind him, the only thing that seemed wrong was the lack of warmth to his back and that’s when realization dawns on him like a bucket of ice-cold water. That freshly inhaled breath doesn’t get a chance to leave his body as his limbs cease to move, not reacting to a single command from the nervous system. Frozen in place, his legs feel heavier all of a sudden and he can feel his airways tightening again, despite the lack of a physical obstacle. Fear penetrates every tissue of his entire body and his brain shuts down.

A sharp click on the headboard. Metal clings together. Then an all-too-familiar sound of a drawer opening, a few seconds of shuffling, and the drawer is closed with a thud. The penumbra of hands moving blocks the dimmed bedside lamp light and barely makes it into Han’s peripheral vision. He still can’t make himself turn and look at what horrors await him on the other side of the bed.

The silence is too loud and his chest is too heavy to break it, so he just slowly turns to his back using all the control he has left over his limp muscles. He wishes he didn’t because the sight of his torturer’s bloodshot eyes, breathing through gritted teeth, and irritation plastered all over his face is even more terrifying paired with the messy bedhead and half-open satin robe de chambre. If the bed just opened its mouth and swallowed him whole he would forever be thankful for it. But that’s just childish, no one’s here to save him, there was never going to be anyone to rescue him from the agonizing consequences of his - mostly unintentional - actions.

“…no-“ he breathes out in the most inaudible fashion.

“Quiet.” Master’s angry eyes bore into him and he could swear it melts a hole in his face.

He only notices what Sir was holding when it’s put down on the bedside table, a fucking stapler. An actual fucking metal stapler.

“ master- “ he sounds so apologetic, so regretful that he almost pities himself for a fraction of a second.

“No…n-No. Don’t- God please…n-n-n-no”

Fantastic. The stutter’s back again. Way to go, Han.

His words seem to evaporate cause the steaming monster standing above him doesn’t even slightly react to anything he’s blabbering. A wrist is grabbed and cuffed to the headboard and realization of what’s about to happen hits him like a fucking train. One sharp breath in, and he screams his lungs out. Master must hear it this time because the slap that sits across his face will most likely give him a permanent handprint tattoo. It’s numb for a second and then it stings, but neither of those sensations stop him from emptying all the air inside him into words, mostly unintelligible, pure nonsense, but what else could one do when their mouth is about to be stitched shut?

“I-I won’t m-m-m-mast-t-t-te- won’t m-make a s-s-s-sound.”

The taller man climbs on the bed, straddling the annoying mess of a human on his bed to cuff the other hand and the pet goes feral.

Thrashing his fragile legs around, pulling at his restraints - most definitely harming himself further - and shaking his head violently to the sides.

“I’ll behave I s-swear I-I-I’ll- “

“Stop making a fuss. You’re annoying the fuck out of me”

“I’ll b-b-be a good body p-pillow sir. I won’t speak I won’t flinch I won’t breathe just please please p-p-please sir please”

This time the opposite side of his face is met with knuckles and he whimpers and starts choking on his sobs - just like a puppy you just kicked in the side, Master thinks. Cute.

He almost feels like leaving the poor pet be, before he opens his pesky little mouth to beg again. He usually enjoys his hysterical vocal displays of fear but not right now; this is not a play session, he wants to sleep and this guy’s making it impossible.

“Let me go in the basement! I won’t bother you there. I’ll be good…” he stops to sob “…I’m a good boy master” Master’s irritated glare is unbearable. Han gets the cue and shuts up. He looks up with big brown eyes, wide and tearful, right into master’s raven orbs. The pathetic sight seems to mollify master, his brows unfurrow and the tight grip he didn’t realize he had on his side softens.

“Isn’t it just much more pleasant when you shut up?” rhetorical of course, but he sounds genuinely curious about Han’s opinion.

Han nods in response, eyes still begging.

The silence is almost serene. Just the sound of them breathing - well the sounds of Han’s remains of hyperventilation come out as harsh gasps but he daren’t make a sound even when panting for air. His eyes are still glued to his owner’s and they both bask in the calm and quiet that swallows the air around them. A hand snakes its way up his chest and cups his face into a loving touch, he leans into it like a good pet, needy for any form of attention from his master. Soft fingertips brush over his bruised lips - mostly caused by chewing down on his own lips when he’s nervous - and he closes his eyes, relieved, peaceful.

Master stretches his back to reach the headboard and undo his restraints…except he doesn’t.

The loving hand on his jaw turns into an iron grip and his eyes jolt open to the sound of the staplers again. God no.

“It’s so peaceful like this. Don’t you want to keep it this way forever, pet?”

Han shakes his head no - with as much movement allowed by the hand holding it in its place - and cries, quietly, tears flow down the cruel claws on his face. He doesn’t try to beg with his puppy eyes anymore, he just closes them and lets the tears fall…defeated and powerless. He’s used to this feeling, he’s familiar with the moment when you realize that there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop what’s coming your way…a punch, a hand shoving your head in the school toilet, in this case, a fucking stapler. And it crushes him every single motherfucking time.

“Well I do”

He doesn’t even remember what master’s replying to and right now it doesn’t really matter. He squeezes his eyelids together until they hurt and all his muscles are gripped in a freezing spasm, anticipating the pain.

His face almost flinches as the cold metal touches down on the sensitive skin of his lips and then…click. two small needles pierce into either side of his mouth, doesn’t even hurt as much as he’d expected, it almost feels…numb. But that’s just for a second, the real pain comes when a vein in his upper lip pulses and the stitched skin is ever so slightly pulled. He wants to scream, he would scream if he didn’t know he’d rip his own face apart. He just muffles them inside and squeezes his lips together, and after about five more rounds of click, numb, pain the tool is taken away from his burning face. The crying stopped somewhere along the way when he noticed he was only adding to his own suffering.

Master isn’t holding him down anymore, he doesn’t want to open his eyes, the cuffs are still there. His lips feel a pain he has never felt the likes of, and he has experienced quite the collection by now.

He slowly pries his eyes open and… he sees himself in the mirror held in front of him. He doesn’t scream, he stops himself from it but the slight tug was enough to make his already bruised lips bleed. A pale gaunt face stares back at him, his eyes are swallowed inside the huge black circles around his eyes, the hand print still visible on the right side and a few bruises on the left, the staples look very fitting for his hollow face now. He looks like a fucking rag doll, the stuff of nightmares. The blood oozing from his lips and the purple hue on places where he’s got punched before are the only hints of color on that corpse-like face. He looks nothing like the last time he looked himself in the mirror, he had always been anorexic but his previous version of thin was ten times bulkier than the shell of a human he has become now.

Why does master keep him, he wonders. Master’s so…graceful. Attractive by almost any definition, tall and fit and just beautiful. He doesn’t deserve to be his pet, he thinks. He’s grateful, in real life - the past life - a man like him wouldn’t glance in Han’s way in a million years, but master keeps him in his bed, caresses his beaten and bruised body, washes his disgusting skin, Master gives him love. The love he doesn’t deserve.

He understands he’s no longer cuffed and there’s a soft kiss pressed on his sweaty hair. His limp body’s tucked under the blankets again and the warmth is back where it was, holding him in a loving grip. He’s too tired to stay up and overthink again. The curtains of his eyes fall shut and the drowsiness takes over with the bedside lamp turning off again, the room plunges into darkness again. The aroma of lavender is still there. Everything’s back to how it was before…how it should have been.

“Sweet dreams, pups”

[bi-lavelent]

Lone Wolf (Quinn Fabray x Fem-Reader Part 3)

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Cussing, Bullying

I was at work at the local car shop. Which was nice know that I knew the owners son was that gay kid in glee. I didn’t want to out him. He deserved to go on his own journey just as much as I did. We both noticed each other we both had a somewhat okay gaydar. But when we both dress like and act and sit and talk like the extremes of both. He could easily tell that I was a lesbian and I could easily tell that he was gay. But since neither of us had come out at yet in different ways. Everyone at school could tell he was gay even if he hadn’t come out and said it and the same for me only my parents knew and the school didn’t know at all. His dad didn’t know that he was gay.

Me and Kurt had bonded really fast and really easily maybe it was the fact that neither of us felt judgement with each other unlike everyone else at the school and everyone else is stupid fucking Lima Ohio.

We were doing some horrible dance moves. Mr.Schue clearly didn’t know what he was doing. Rachel obnoxious as ever but was actually right in this scenario spoke up about how bad they were.

Quinn called Mr.Schue out about how he didn’t try after high school. I got a tight feeling in my stomach when she was talking to him. I hadn’t gotten to know her well but we have talked a couple times and by talked I mean I have said hi when she would drop my sister off after cheer practice. I mean she was the head cheerleader for a reason she was incredibly hot. Finn was so lucky to have her and yet he was still pinning over Rachel.

Mr.Schue didn’t show up to glee after what Rachel said.

Six weeks later:

Mr.Schue still hadn’t showed up to glee and when he was there we still didn’t learn anything. So Rachel decided that she would bake him cookies and beg him to come back to glee. She came in cookies still in hand and no Mr.Schue she was explaining what he said; but all you could think about was those cookies.

“Hay, Human contraceptive if no one’s gonna eat those cookies. I’m gonna need them to inspect them to make sure that you didn’t try to poison our teacher.” I said

You saw Santana crack a smile at the nickname that you had given her for beery. Although the cheerios were still trying to keep their heads down and didn’t talk much. You could hear there smile on her face.

Finn was the only one who actually made sense in that meeting. We were the only two who didn’t want to hire this Wyoming Stanley guy that they were wanting to hire for training.

the next day as I was walking through the halls Mercedes looked sad so I stopped. To talk to her and make sure she was okay. Me and her weren’t that close but she looked like Bambi when his mom was shot. When she started talking to me.

“Hi y/n” Mercedes said

I glanced to see where she was looking Santana and Puck looked like a dog was trying to resuscitate an angle. Puck being the dog and Santana being the angel. I never understood why cheerleaders are these hot ass women and football players are these ugly ass men. It’s like those weird celebrity marriages like Cate Blanchett and her husband, or Beyoncé and Jay-Z. But the more I stood by her I realized she was looking at all the couples she just wanted somebody to date her and she deserved it I mean she wasn’t my type but she was good looking.

“Sup Mercedes are you okay?” I asked

Kurt came over

“Hello Y/n, Mercedes.” Kurt said

“Hey” I said as started to drift off thinking about what Santana would look like not wearing that cheerio outfit. Would she even have a good sense of fashion. What if she was wearing nothing. Good that a good picture.

Mercedes and Kurt started talking about how they have never kissed anyone. I tuned back into what they were saying although I wish I hadn’t. They started talking about how they were on the bottom of the social pyramid and then

Kurt said “Special Ed kids will get more play than we will.”his face changed when he said special ed

I walked away somewhat thrown a back by how mean Kurt could be; but then I realized that nobody knew that I was autistic and that’s what even thinking about them makes other people uncomfortable even people in glee. I realized that I had walked to coach Sues office and I was crying.

I would usually come in here when the comments other kids made got to be too much. She didn’t much. She didn’t mind as long as I didn’t break anything. Me and Kurt I thought had gotten close I was planning on telling him that I had autism something I don’t ever really tell anyone. When I had to tell his dad for business reasons he was extremely accepting and accommodating; but Kurt I guess wasn’t what I thought he was.

We all showed up to that Vocal Adrenaline place. We had planned a field trip around it I wasn’t going to go. But seeing as only three of the people in glee had cars. I was forced to go and drive people to it. When we all arrived I didn’t care what anyone was saying until Mercedes said that we all looked like we had stepped off the short bus. I stayed behind the group so that I wouldn’t hear anymore comments they said for being an accepting group they really didn’t do that much accepting of other people.

I watched as Mercedes tried to flirt with Kurt. I mentally slapped Myself in the face. I felt for her too though don’t get me wrong as a lesbian women who has had several crushes on straight women the pain of knowing they could never be with you and you can’t fix it hurts.

We watched Vocal Adrenaline. They all moved in perfect unison it was like watching a cult summon a demon. A demon called Dakota Stanley. We walked up to his car after we watched them and Rachel and Tina talked to them.

I saw the face of the cheerios. They had a plan to use Dakota to end glee. Too bad it cost 10,000$ to get him. There was no way we were going to get that money.

Santana and Puck had broken up right before we went to see vocal adrenaline. She said she needed a man with a better credit score; which I guess she believes to be true. But I have seen her check out a couple of chics. In glee club I always see her staring at Brittnay she frowns when she doesn't look at her and smiles when she looks at her. It reminded me of me my sophomore year hopefully it works better for them than it did for me. I fell so deeply into the crush but she had a boyfriend she was a senior and is now married to him and has a baby.

We had a ton of Cheerios in bikinis and there skirts help us with our car wash. Clearly Sue had alterer motives. But it felt nice and like a bonding experience. Me, my sister, Quinn, Brittnay, and Santana were all washing a car and having fun. Brittnay had the hose which I said was a horrible idea which was she ended up spraying all four of us with the hose. Which felt good until I saw that the other three had make up running down their face. I ran over to my purse which was over by the benches far away from the water. I grabbed my box of make-up wipes and headed back over to the girls.

Well I was gone apparently Mercedes and Kurt got into a fight and Mercedes smashed Kurt’s car window. Which I would inevitably have to fix at the shop. I handed the girls a mirror from my bag and my box of makeup wipes. Santanas hand stayed on my wet shirt a little too long. She was touching my abs. Not that I was complaining but to the point where others noticed. Quinn, My sister and Brittnay were staring at her hand. She quickly removed it when she noticed.

Our next glee club meeting that Dakota Stanley person showed up. He had us all stand in a line and take a packet to change our diet. I was standing next to Santana she looked at my diet which consisted of water. I was pretty sure I looked good so why was he having me change. Sue was as hard on me about my health as she was in the Cheerios if not more. He skipped Artie for some reason which he said was because cripples can’t be on the team. He went around criticizing the whole team except for the cheerleaders calling them perfect he reminded me of my mother. Then he went to me to criticize me. Which I wasn’t gonna let happen the only person I let talk bad about me had to buy me dinner first and the had to be laying naked with me in bed.

“Now you…. you look disgusting and revolting. You look like something my cat vomited up you’ll be in the very back so that no one can see you.” Dakota Stanley said

“Okay, no you don’t get to talk to me the way you’re talking to them. The only time I want someone to talk to me like that is when they are on top of me and those people can never be picked up by every person in this room. Because they are so small that it looks like they are one of those growing sponge animals who haven’t been put in water yet. So how about you shut up grumpy from Snow White. Look we’re all perfect because if you don’t have a packet to change the way you look. Which is like Golum had a baby with Cat. Then why should we because for you I have a diet book breakfast is Suck Lunch is My Dinner is Dick making an overall meal of Suck My Dick.” I said after he criticized everyone else in the room. Rachel told him he was fired. Which is sad because he would have fit in so well with his view on mentally disabled people.

I stayed late at school knowing that it was PTA night. I didn’t go near the section where the adults are. I stayed until everyone left then I went to Sues office and slept. Me and my mom got into a huge fight again.

The next day I was walking down the hallway and overheard Kurt come out to Mercedes. I was so proud of him I was not ready to the point of coming out yet but I was proud of him.

Me, my sister, Quinn and Santana we’re is Sue’s office. She was disappointed in the cheerios for failing at ending glee club and revoked their tanning privileges. Santana ran off crying over it and Hope (my sister) ran after her. Along with Quinn but before Quinn left she said something to Coach Sue

Quinn said “I wanna thank you”

Sue said “for what” snarky as ever

Quinn said “for teaching me a valuable life lesson, when you really believe in yourself you don’t have to bring other people down.”

god she was hot, smart and willing to stand up to Sue. She was my dream woman meaning I was hoping Finn cheated on her and she ran into my arms.

[restlessmaknae]

veritas vos liberabit // kim junseo

enemies to friends to lovers high school au with a murder mystery + “as far as i’m concerned, that never happened” + wei’s junseo

➳ Characters: high school student!Junseo x high school student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: enemies to friends to implied lovers, dark academia au, boarding school au, murder mystery

➳ Words: 1.8k

➳ Warning: mentions of murder, suicide, cheating (not on the main characters' part), money laundering, bullying

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @ishuayou for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

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Non scholae sed vitae discimus

This was the motto of the boarding school you attended which means ‘we do not learn for school, but for life’, and more often than not, it proved to be true. In the treacherous hallways of the school, everyone was on their own. Even if certain students formed cliques, they were short-lived forms of alliance until one or more of them were accused of something scandalous. That’s how you had fallen out with two girls after your father - a politician in your home country - was rumoured to be cheating on your mother. You had ‘cheater’s daughter’ written all over your locker in permanent marker the day after the news had gotten out, and students had given you suspicious glances everywhere you had gone as if you had been the one cheating on someone.

Sadly though, you weren’t the only case of castaway isolation. It seemed as if it was a game by now, the target falling on a different pupil every other day. Since everyone came from a wealthy family, each and every one of you could be a target for something. Your father might have cheated on your mother, but one student’s cousin committed suicide and they started asking him if he was next; one student had a CEO as their father who was accused of money laundering; one student’s sister ended up in jail after breaking into a stranger’s house at midnight, drunk and high, and the list went on and on.

You did learn for life, after all. You learned that there were multiple ways one could humiliate another human being, and that you could never trust someone because they only had you in their favour until your picture perfect facade didn’t waver. Once it did, you were as easily disposable as a piece of trash.

That’s why you were wary to let Junseo in when he had first shown signs that he was different. When you had started attending the same school together, you had firmly told him that he shouldn’t speak to you because your families were rivals, so were you. They had both worked in the fashion industry, always coming in the worldwide sales neck-to-neck, and the Kims tried to uphold a perfect family image just like your family did so. You hated every second you had needed to work with him on an assignment, talk to him during Latin classes or sit beside him during modern literature classes.

However, he had been the one who had tried to clean the permanent marker off your locker that one time, and since you had told him to stay away from you, he had to do it out of the goodness of his heart. He had also been the one who had stood up for you when you had needed to go back home for a funeral, and some girls had accused you of going on a vacation during term time. He had been the one to buy you peppermint tea when you had been on your period and hadn’t been able to leave your room due to your cramps.

Little by little, the boy had managed to break down your walls, and if there was someone you would consider as your friend, it would be Kim Junseo himself.

Timendi causa nescire est

Ignorance is the cause of fear, that’s what Junseo told you when a dead body was found on school grounds, and the school committee presumed that it was due to suicide since it happened after midterms. Since the school was in the highlands, and had its own campus with a nursery, two grocery shops, one post office, a stationery shop and a special affairs office (which was supposed to be the closest thing to a disciplinary office), they never notified the police because the school said that it would handle everything by itself.

Besides, your boarding school was said to be an exemplary one, one of the best ones in the world, why would anyone assume anything other than suicide? The deceased student’s parents would most likely want to sweep the news under the rug anyway because suicide was seen as a sign of weakness, especially among your social circle. No one would dare to question what happened.

No one, but you and Junseo.

It’s because Hamin’s - the deceased student’s - locker was above Junseo’s, and on the day the news of his death came to light, Junseo slipped a piece of paper in front of you in a secluded corner of the school library. It read:

“As far as I’m concerned, that never happened.”

“It was tucked into the bottom of his locker, so when I opened mine, it fell out,” the boy explained, and you furrowed your eyebrows in question upon his words.

“Do you think someone had something on him?”

“Or he had something on someone else, and maybe they cornered him on the rooftop. I rather doubt Hamin would have jumped off himself,” he added contemplatively, and you had to give it to him that he was right. If there was anyone in your whole year who didn’t seem affected by the budding ground of hatred and humiliation that the whole school was about, it would be Hamin himself. He was always so carefree and chatty, and he hadn’t been the target of any bullying (a rare case), so he didn’t seem to have a reason to end his own life.

“Maybe you’re right. Hamin is a kind-hearted student,” you started, then corrected yourself after clearing your throat. “He was a kind-hearted student, but he had a loose mouth. Maybe he saw something that he shouldn’t have or knew too much, and it backfired,” you mused out loud, trying to keep your voice quiet in case there were other students around who could eavesdrop on your conversation. After all, you could never know at this school.

You exchanged a glance with Junseo, and you could immediately tell that he was thinking the same: you needed to investigate it or else, no one would do it. So you went up to check on the rooftop, but they closed down the entrance to the rooftop, so you could only peek above the tapes and fences, trying to see if anything was off about the place. Nothing seemed out of ordinary, but it didn’t mean that that was all that was to it.

So you kept up your suspicions, listening in on conversations that seemed relevant, examining students’ body language when Hamin’s death was brought up, and Junseo even tried matching the handwriting on the piece of paper he found to the ones he saw in the teachers’ office when he helped the English teacher correct some tests. At first, nothing seemed to work out, but then, the rooftop was open to the public again, and you found a lighter with ‘CY’ engraved into it.

Even though smoking was strictly prohibited on school grounds, everyone knew that there were students who smoked, and the teachers probably knew about it too, yet let it slide because you all came from wealthy families, and they were paid to teach you, paid a hefty amount on top of them. So they turned a blind eye to most, if not all, breaches.

“Choi Yoonsung?” You quirked an eyebrow in question, pondering whether there was anyone else with the same initials in your year. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he smoked. His family owns a tobacco company after all,” you noted, and even though you had not seen the said boy smoking, anything could happen here. Even a murder.

“I feel like we’re missing something here. Yoonsung couldn’t just throw Hamin over the edge because of his lighter,” Junseo mused out loud while turning the lighter in his hands as if it could help him put the pieces together. It didn’t, but it lit a spark that turned into a full-blown fire.

A wildfire that couldn’t be contained.

Veritas vitæ magistra

You never really believed in the saying that truth was the teacher of life because there were too many two-faced people in your social circle, too many lies and facades, and you could never know when someone was being genuine or they were merely playing their part in the grand charade of boarding school society.

Well, not until you had to discover the truth behind Hamin’s death yourself. It wasn’t easy, and it took you two almost a month to figure out, but when the truth came to light - all your proof put together into a folder and sent to both Hamin’s parents and the special affairs official -, there was no way to cover up anymore what happened.

What happened was that Yoonsung and Soomin had been going out together, but kept it a secret because Soomin had been forced to date a different boy (and keep it long distance while she was at the boarding school) for her family’s sake. Hamin had walked in on them kissing once but said nothing. Then, he had bumped into them on the rooftop that night, and made a joke about them being a power couple at school. Yoonsung had started threatening the boy while the cigarette was still hanging out of his mouth. When the cigarette’s light had gone out while they had been arguing, Yoonsung had tried to light it up again, but Hamin had tried to hold him back. That’s when the boy had pushed him so forcefully that he had managed to push Hamin over the edge of the rooftop. It had always been too short for someone as tall as Hamin, but it had never caused such a calamity before. However, it had been dark, Yoonsung and Soomin had been frustrated already, and the ground had been slippery because of the day’s rain accumulating on the rooftop and along its rails.

How did you come to the conclusion of all these? You had found the note Soomin had left in Hamin’s locker, identified that it belonged to her based on her handwriting, had found Yoonsung’s lighter on the rooftop, had overheard one of Soomin’s friends talking about the girl’s supposedly fake relationship with a foreigner boy outside of school, had stumbled upon a half-burnt picture of the two of them one day on the rooftop, and many more hints like that. It had not been easy, Yoonsung and Soomin had guarded their secret as if it had been their own child, but the truth always came to light.

Veritas vos liberabit was written over the door of the special affairs office that you walked out of with Junseo by your side, and when you looked at each other, you felt your shoulders drop in ease and your heart beating somewhat lighter. Maybe that’s why you let Junseo reach out to you and pull you towards himself, so you could rest your head on his shoulder while you were walking.

The truth will liberate you all.

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[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x sibling!reader

Summary: Your Eddie’s younger sibling and Eddie tries to comfort you after a tough day at school

A/N: Hello! This fic was requested by the lovely @kaitykat20 ! I loved writing this, it was pretty special for me as I have a similar relationship with my big brother. He and I always have heart to heart convos in the car every week and he’s helped me through more problems than I can count. I hope you all are ready for some big brother Eddie!

“Hey Weirdo!” Eddie called out as you hurried up to your big brother’s van, a bright smile on his face once he saw you. You shot him a glare as you brushed past him as you made your way to his passenger side door and yanked it open, ignoring the, “Hey!” he called out as you slammed and locked the door behind you.

Eddie ran to the other side of the car and jumped into the drivers side seat, looking at you as he shut the door. “What’s gotten into you Weirdo?” He asked, concern clear in his voice. He didn’t really need to ask, he’s seen how the other kids in your year here at Hawkins High could treat you, but you asked him not to get involved and he wanted to respect your boundaries. Even if it upset him to see you so hurt.

“Stop calling me that Eddie. Let’s just go home.” You snapped, turning away from him completely to look out the window. You ignored the sad sigh your brother let out as he started the ignition. The old van thundered to life and began rumbling comfortingly around you as you rested your head against the cold glass and squeezed your eyes shut.

You were Eddie’s younger sibling, a product of your father’s second marriage after leaving Eddie’s mom many years ago. You were raised together as best as your parents could while being in separate houses, but you started spending everyday together once you both wound up at your Uncle Wayne's house after issues with your parents became too unstable for you both.

You loved your brother and your Uncle, but just being born into this family immediately put a target on your back. Most days you could tell all the kids at school to fuck off, it’s not like any of it was in your control after all. But some days, much like today, you couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle the fact that the other kids made fun of you both for having different moms, how you couldn’t afford school lunches or new clothes, how you lived in a trailer park. Everything out of your control, yet somehow your fault.

The ride home was quiet- well, besides the music your brother was always blaring- as Eddie didn’t know what to say or do. He wanted to help, say something encouraging or comforting. But what could he say that he hasn’t told you multiple times over the years? The bullying never stopped, Eddie had just grown a thicker skin over the years. So who was he to tell you it’ll get better when you can clearly see that it wouldn’t? He drummed his fingers on his steering wheel in thought, wracking his brain for anything he could do to at least get you to smile again. Even if it didn’t fix everything.

You threw yourself from the van as soon as Eddie parked in front of the little trailer, barely even waiting for him to come to a complete stop before you jumped out and slammed the door behind you as you practically ran into the trailer. Eddie groaned as he rubbed his face in frustration at himself, he needed to figure out what to do.

The metalhead quickly followed you into the home and sighed as he saw your bedroom door shut, your favorite band blaring through his old stereo -another hand-me-down item that you had to deal with while everyone else got something new- as you drowned out the world.

“What’s going on with them?” Wayne asked from his spot on the small couch as he shoved his shoes on to get ready for work.

“They wouldn’t tell me, but I think the other kids were being mean again.” Eddie replied dejectedly as he plopped on the couch next to his uncle.

“Ah, right.” Wayne sighed. He tried his best and knew you loved and appreciated him, but it was hard for him to know that he couldn’t improve your situation as much as he wanted, for both you and Eddie. “Well, maybe try talkin’ to them later. Give ‘em some cool off time and maybe you can go on one of your drives while I’m out. You know how that usually helps at least a little.” He suggested with a little knowing look. “There’s leftovers, but here’s a little McDonalds money. Get them some fries.” He said, pulling a small wad of cash out of his pocket and handing it to the boy. Eddie knew this was most definitely his uncle's money for lunch, but he also knew that Wayne wouldn’t take it back if Eddie tried to refuse so he just nodded.

Wayne got up with a little groan and Eddie hid a wince, working so many hours a week at his age was tough on his body. It wasn’t helped by the fact that even though he moved you all into a 2 bedroom trailer as soon as he could, he wanted you both to have your own spaces and chose to sleep on a small fold up bed in the living room every day. Eddie hoped that he knew how much both of you appreciated everything he did for you. “Thanks Uncle Wayne.” Eddie said with a small, sad, smile.

“No need to thank me, Eddie, you know that.” The man mumbled as he threw on his coat and grabbed his keys.

“Stay safe. Come back home.” Eddie said simply, it was the closest thing the two men could say to saying ‘I love you’.

“Stay safe. Come back home.” Wayne nodded back, shooting your door one final concerned look before he walked out of the trailer.

~

It was hours later and you still hadn’t come out of your room and you were starting to get hungry. You were still upset, but calmer now, and you were deciding if you should go out and finally talk with Eddie and get some food. As if on cue, there was a knock on your door.

“Hey, weird- Little M?” Eddie called out over your music, correcting himself after you asked him to stop calling you his normal nickname for you, choosing his back up from when you were young kids. A small ghost of a smile appeared on your face at his effort, he was always trying to be a good brother. “Listen, Wayne gave us some money, wanna go get fries?” He asked, still outside as he waited for your response.

Your stomach grumbled at the idea of nice, hot, crispy fries and you sighed. You knew that this wasn’t just a ride to get fries. Every time one of you had a bad day you’d get in the van to drive around and talk it out. Whether it was from a fight between you two, or issues at school, the van was your safe place to work through it and Eddie knew that. You chewed on your lip anxiously for a moment as you decided whether you were ready and sighed lightly as you got up and turned off the stereo. “I’ll be out in a minute Eddie.” You replied as you started putting on your shoes.

“I’ll meet you in the van.” He said, you could hear the relief in his voice and felt a pang of guilt. You hated worrying your family, knowing that it wasn’t their fault that you were going through this, you were all struggling in some way. You just let it get to you a little more than they seemed to.

You shrugged on your jacket as you walked out of the trailer, spying the small smile Eddie shot you as you bounded up to the van. “Ready?” He asked as you got situated in your seat, only pulling out of his parking spot once you sent him a little nod.

The town flew by you as Eddie sped through the sleepy streets, the mixtape he had made just for you blaring through the speakers as he drove the familiar path to the restaurant. He let you sit in silence together on the way there and as he pulled through the drive-thru and ordered your food, only finally deciding to talk as he drove out onto the street again, turning down a back road to take the long way back to the trailer park.

“What happened, Little M?” He asked gently after he lowered the music so you could talk.

You chewed the fries in your mouth slowly as you thought of what to say, “Tyler was making fun of me at lunch, talked about dad and how he’s in jail and called me trailer park trash again. Everyone laughed and piled on.” You sighed out, not noticing the way your brother’s hands tightened briefly around the steering wheel. “I know you’re gonna tell me to just ignore them, but it’s hard Eddie.” You said, Eddie’s heart clenched at how sad you sounded.

“I know it is. I know how hard it is, I promise.” He said seriously, shooting you a quick knowing look before turning back to the street with a sigh. “I’m sorry if I ever-” He paused, briefly chewing on his lip as he thought of the right words to say. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you shouldn’t be upset about it, or that you have to just ignore it. You don’t. Fuck, I don’t even ignore it every time. I just try to hide it from you.” He admitted with a little shake of his head. “I just hoped that maybe you’d believe that it gets easier to ignore and maybe it would be. I should have just been there for you more.”

You stared at your big brother for a long moment as you took in his words, watching as he mumbled the words to the song playing softly through the speakers as he waited for you to respond. “You have been there for me Eds, you and Uncle Wayne have been here for me more than anyone else ever has. I think it’d be much harder if I was still with my mom.” You said quietly, shoving some fries into your mouth quickly. “I did take a page out of your book today though.” You said with a small smile.

“Oh?” Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow, your smile mirrored on his face as he stole some fries out of your bag, “What’d you do this time mini me?” He teased lightly.

“Before the rest of the kids joined in, I flipped him off after he talked about dad and said that I couldn’t wait for his dad to go to jail too from selling all those shitty used cars. The whole town knows they’re full of stolen car parts. He did not like that.” You chuckled out, beaming when Eddie busted up laughing.

“Oh I’m sure he didn’t. Did he make that pinched up face and get all red again?” He asked as he took a screeching sharp turn, happy to hear your excited laughter as he did.

“Yeah, he looked like a tomato!” You laughed out as you held onto the door handle as the van swung.

Eddie sped up on a deserted piece of road, driving like a maniac as he was fueled by your giggles, the two of you screaming the lyrics to the Black Sabbath song blaring through the speakers. The van was both of your safe place for stuff like this. You remember when Eddie got the van, you were 13 and he was 16, and as soon as he came back to the trailer with it he told you to hop in and took you for a joyride around Hawkins. There had been countless rides around the state, camping in the van by the lake, rides to theme parks when you had a little extra money. Every issue you had in the last 4 years had been solved in this van.

“I know you know,” Eddie started as he slowed down to be only minorly speeding as the trailer park came into view. “But I’ll always be here for you Little M. No matter what.” He promised, shooting you a gentle smile.

“I know that Eddie. Thank you. I know you sometimes don’t feel like it, but you’re the best brother I could ask for.” You said, returning his smile as he parked in front of the trailer. “And you can go back to calling me Weirdo. I like it.”

Eddie beamed at you, relieved that you were finally feeling better and touched by your words. “Okay Weirdo, thank you. Let’s go watch that movie we rented yesterday again okay?” He asked before pulling you into a quick hug.

“Sounds good Eds.” You chuckled as you were crushed in your brother’s arms.

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[mrmeowziii]

Rodney’s bro Ralphie- the real stand-up jock.

Ralph Parker was born five minutes after his brother Ryder, marking him as the youngest Parker of the eight Daryl and Charlotte would conceive. Similarly to many of his older siblings, he was rather mild-mannered- if a little more feisty. If you asked anybody but their mom (because she’d never admit it), he was the cutest baby. The curly brown hair he shared with his twin was reminiscent of their father’s side of the family, a little further back.

His mother would pass away when he was only three months old, something that would unfortunately erase her from his memory growing up. Instead, his older brothers Ryan and Rodney would carry the torch. Ralphie would be drawn more to Rodney- as even though he was young, he could already see how strong his brother was. He wanted to be strong too. Growing up, he was always doing something with his body- working on the farm, going on jogs, and even weightlifting when he was old enough for it to be safe. He just had a lot of energy to burn! Another thing he would develop was a strong sense of justice. As the youngest, his role expected him to be a little wild or undisciplined, but he became obsessed with always doing the right thing because of some of the behaviors his older brothers showed. He’d stand up against bullies at school, and he’d stand up against his brothers at home. Most of the time it was for his twin Ryder, who always just seemed so… helpless. Ralphie and Ryder developed a very strong bond in their childhood that would continue for their whole lives.

When he was old enough to try out for sports teams, he was all over it. He tried hockey, and football, and rugby, and tennis- anything. He was pretty good at everything, too! Because of his prevalence around the school, alongside his outgoing and kind personality, he was able to make lots of friends and become very popular- the only Parker to do so. He’d bring his twin everywhere with him as a plus 1, and it quickly became accepted that if you were doing something with Ralphie Parker, Ryder was coming too! Well, if he wanted to. Ralphie was always worried if Ryder was doing okay- he always seemed so awkward when anyone else was around… But Ralphie’s friends were great, and they always said it was cool if Ryder tagged along! He needed some friends.

Something everybody at school began to gossip about as time went on was that Ralphie never had gotten a girlfriend. There were many things tossed around- he was too busy with helping his pushover of a brother, he couldn’t date because his family didn’t want anybody else at the house, his standards were through the roof, he was gay… But there was no way, right? He turned down every girl that asked as nicely as he could, but there was no way he was the gay one and not Ryder! Right?! Ralphie had been scared to admit it for a while, but he’d never felt attracted to any girl- ever. After coming out to Ryder, who’d hugged him before saying he already knew, Ralphie learned two things. One was that he’d already gotten support from the person who mattered most in his life and that it didn’t really matter what anybody else thought anymore. Two was that his brother was stronger than he’d ever realized. Ryder dealt with accusations almost every day when Ralphie wasn’t around, and he took them- head held high. There wasn’t anything wrong with being who you were, though Ryder himself was straight. And that was enough to completely change Ralphie’s perspective. He came out to everyone close to him the next day.

As for his family, his closest relationship is with Ryder- by far. From all the time they spend together to every time he comes to his twin’s defense, there’s nobody he cares for more than his brother. Rodney and Ryan basically raised the twins, so they’d be next. Rodney would help Ralphie write poetry for his high school crush after he came out to him. Ralphie isn’t sure what Roy thinks about him, but he thinks he’s a pretty cool guy. Rest is important when it comes to exercise, and meditation is the woods is a good way to rest. Richard avoids him and Ryder, though Ralphie’s tried to talk to him multiple times. He feels bad for his oldest brother. And then there’s Rowan and Robbie. There is no one Ralphie’s had to protect Ryder from more than those two. He can immediately feel his body temperature rise whenever either of them get anywhere near his twin. Because of all the bad experiences with them, he finds it very hard to talk to them.

As mentioned before, Ralphie is gay. He has a boyfriend in high school named Archie, but they decide to break up after they graduate because they’d be very long distance. He dates many guys for a while after that, but ultimately settles with a man in his early thirties. They adopt three children- two boys and a girl.

In the future Ralphie goes to college and becomes a physical therapist. He participates in things like 5Ks and runs in marathons just for the fun of it. He often visits his brother Ryder and lets their kids bond. He wants more than anything for his kids to care for each other as much as he does for his brother.

(I think I’ve done this before but just because it’s relevant- Richard is pansexual, aromantic, and poly. Ryan is straight. Rodney is pansexual and poly just like Richard- though it manifests differently. Robbie is bisexual. Roy is aro/ace. Rowan is straight. Ralphie is gay. Ryder is straight (but rather open about embracing his femininity).

[moonnue]

It's recently been brought to my attention that people that are speaking out for me are being harassed. I'll be answering that persons ask below the cut as I don't want to fill people's feeds with more drama, but I do think it's important to discuss. There is also very helpful info on how to report on Ao3 if you have not done it before!

In any case, I strongly encourage that you block, report, and move on if someone tries to pester you about this. Be careful out there!

I am so, so sorry this has been happening to you. I just wrote a simple fanfic and it is baffling that something like this can come out of it. It really ain't that deep. I also agree with you! I can't believe the other writer and I are the same age like please i'm begging you to leave this childish behavior behind. It is so silly. We left this behind in high school.

Report Link: https://archiveofourown.org/abuse_reports/new

Thanks so much for your words of support and you're help. It truly means a lot to me. Again, I am so sorry you have gotten caught up in all this. Wishing you well! ♥

@softpastelqueer

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Hey, sorry to bother you again (I know you want to move on from this), but I received a bunch of unhinged asks/harassment myself (including threats) both for supporting you/being against an obvious mass bullying campaign against you and for joking that Titanic must’ve also stolen from them. The Protag drawing Astarion really was done before both of y’all, so I’m staunchly with you there

Obviously, it’s ridiculous to claim the protag of stories being an artist drawing a character is akin to copy written intellectual property. It’s a really REALLY old idea and it’s genuinely ridiculous to claim ownership over that. Even more ridiculous to consider we’re all older adults. Shouldn’t we all be busy stretching so our lower backs won’t hurt??? Like c’mon guys this is silly

Furthermore, what’s even more ridiculous is to encourage harassment of others. Again, we’re somehow all adults? If their claims of plagiarism were provable beyond the vague hand waving away of now owning the entire concept of writing about artists drawing people, then why did they and their crowd harass me instead of trying to convince me? I am a rando who didn’t know either of you and actually found YOU through one of THEIR first posts spamming the BG3 tag with encouragements to others to “teach you plagiarism is not okay” aka harassment.

I am both an artist AND professional editor for novels, manuscripts, and the like. I was trained to spot real plagiarism. Not a single bit of your structure could be flagged as plagiarism beyond the same premise.

Now that that’s been said. They’re still harassing you (and me now I suppose) and so I recommend you and others to report them on AO3. They’ve created an AO3 post further encouraging harassing you and encouraging falsely reporting your story for plagiarism.

If you’ve never had to report anybody before, here’s what mine looks like

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My full report says “This person (WanderingIsobel) has been targeting and harassing the other writer (MoonNue) and also encouraging other people to harass them and report their story under the claim it’s plagiarism to use the same generic story premise. Half of the harassment is on tumblr while the other half of the harassment is on here, AO3. The other writer has explained many times that they have never read their story and to please leave them alone, but now they made an entire AO3 post dedicated to encouraging people to report and “comment” aka harass them over a weird fake accusation. It’s making it hostile both for the writer of Portrait Of A Vampire and for readers in general.”

Link for the AO3 Reporting

But Holy shit I am so sorry you’re getting caught up in fandom unwellness the rest of tumblr makes fun of. Whatever you need, I’m here to help, including even venting. I am sorry You’re a victim of a mass harassment/bullying campaign.

[niragisimp]

(Sweet) Niragi x OC One shot

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Ayane remembered the time before the borderlands. She recalled a group of girls that would spill milk over her head at the lunch table, laughing as it dripped down her face and onto her lap. The teachers looked away for the most part, after all, their fathers' provided funding for the school. Getting them in trouble wouldn't get her anywhere except put a larger target on her back.

She remembers walking home one day, her hair clumping from not being able to wash it. A few girls waited for her in the bathrooms, shoving her away from the sink whenever she tried. "You know Ayane, there's one place where you could wash your hair..." They pointed to one of the toilets, laughing as Ayane held her tears back and ran out the door as fast as she could. She bumped into him then, a handsome boy she didn't recognize yet.

He was in his third year already, while she was in her first year of high school. He looked at her with pity, adjusting his glasses, and looked away quickly, carrying on. Nobody was going to help her.

She held her books tight to her chest as she kicked the rock in front of her, home was going to be just as bad. She took out her phone and looked at the time. "No new notifications. 4:32 PM." She sighed, another half hour, and her parents would be out of the house. She turned her head as she heard a loud grunt coming from under the bridge, her eyes coming across the boy from earlier, now with a bloodied nose.

The older students laughed, "Hey Niragi, stop moving! Otherwise, we'll make you eat it again! Urine rice!" He emphasized his last words as they all burst out into laughter again, enjoying his pain. She contemplated stepping in, but what could she really do against them? Her parents were no one, she hadn't any physical strength to fight them, but something in her pulled her there.

She clutched her books so tight that her knuckles turned white, slowly walking over to the boy they called Niragi. She placed a shaky hand on his arm, helping him up. She didn't say a word and kept her head down as she quickly led him away, taking his hand. The boys laughed from behind her, and she felt her face blush slightly as she looked at their hands, resting a top of one another.

From that day on, she always carried a second lunch with her, just in case. She was lucky she didn't rely on her parents for that, her part-time job seemed to finally pay off. She wasn't able to save as much, but that was alright. She did her best to watch out for the boys she saw, and whenever they went to Niragi's locker, she had an extra lunch ready for him. She wasn't sure why. She didn't pity him but felt resilience with him instead, just two victims being mercilessly bullied by those stronger.

Ayane opened her eyes to the sunset from her room, the Beach had already started their party. She recognized Niragi right away when she arrived, but he felt different than before, so she opted to keep her mouth shut. He looked different, with piercings, and had gotten rid of his glasses. His hair was longer, and she couldn't help but think to herself how cute she found it. She never got to tell him after all, that she had the biggest crush on him through his last two years of high school. She didn't see him after his graduation, though she left a note in his locker on the very last day, asking him to meet her. He never showed.

She looked different now too. She had lost a bit of weight, toning herself after high school. Her hair was different now, she dyed it and no longer kept it down, always tied up. She ate better, looked better, and had a scowl on her face to ward off anyone that approached her. That was how she liked it. She played with her hair in the mirror and noticed how badly her roots were showing. "Gonna have to redye it soon," she thought.

She threw on her shoes and headed out, wanting to get a run in before the party got worse. She began to make her laps around the compound, wishing her battery watch still worked in this place.

She rounded the corner and bumped into someone, knocking herself back on her butt. "Shit, sorry, I didn't see you th--" Her words stopped as a lump caught in her throat. Niragi. He had stumbled back a bit at your impact but was otherwise steady. "Watch where the fuck you're going." He spit out his words, gripping the butt of his rifle and gesturing for her to move. She took the hint and stood up quickly, standing out of his way and to the wall. "Fucking newbies..." He muttered, walking away. Even when threatening her, he still made her heart beat fast.

The games began that night and Ayane was put into a group of strangers. They went outside before introducing themselves, "I'm Kuina, nice to meet you!" She seemed perky, a relief considering how most people were here. "This is Chishiya, he doesn't talk much." She gestured over to the blonde man on the right of her, "I talk plenty." He muttered, shooting you a quick grin before getting into the car without waiting. "I'm Ayane." She smiled at Kuina, shaking her hand. They both got into the back, Kuina nodding to the driver to head off.

Niragi froze before getting into the car when he heard her say her name. It dawned on him, he knew her from high school, she was the one that always offered him her lunch. He never got why she always brought two with her, but he was just thankful to have a lunch without piss in it. His eyes followed their car as it rode off, snarling to himself as he saw Chishiya sitting next to her. He shrugged off his emotions, "Hope none of them come back tonight," he thought. He slammed the car door shut, placing his rifle in his lap. As much as he tried that night, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

The games went off without a hitch as Ayane and the whole team made it back that night. A Diamonds game, earning the four of them six more days on their visas. She was offered a high-five from Kuina, which she gladly took. Chishiya kept his hands in his pockets, grinning at the both of them as they shared a laugh. Kuina said goodnight on behalf of them both as Ayane parted ways with her and Chishiya, and she couldn't help but feel jealous of the two of them. Ayane noticed they were always together, even before she met them. She wished she had someone to confide in like that as she turned her head to the ground, feeling a slight pain surge through her heart.

She grabbed her chest lightly, steadying her breathing. "Being alone is best. Always." She repeated to herself over and over, swallowing her breath and closing her eyes. She could feel tears forming, and she recalled a time when she could be deemed weak. It didn't bring back good memories for her. She took a large breath and headed for the cafeteria, wanting a snack before she showered for the night.

Inside were a few girls, more like a clique, formed by Ayane's favorite chips. She approached them, "Excuse me," all the girls turned to look at her. "I just need to get some chips." They all silently eyed her up and down, bursting out laughing. One girl who Ayane didn't recognize swatted her hand in her direction, "Whatever. Go away." They turned their backs on her, giggling and muttering insults her way. "Like she needs chips..."

Ayane held her composure as she heard those god-awful words. Food was a sensitive topic for her and smiling, she grabbed the girl and spun her around much to her surprise. "Can I fucking help you, weirdo?" She yelled at her, but Ayane refused to flinch. She had been bullied enough before, and she wasn't about to get bullied here either.

Ayane smiled sweetly, before balling up her fist and smashing it right into the girl's jaw. "I said. I would like some of those chips." She held her smile as the girl dropped to the ground from the force, holding her face. The rest of the girls quickly moved apart, "Thank you so much!" Ayane said and she stood, holding the bag and opening it slowly, pulling out a chip and snapping it with her teeth, making sure to eye every single one of them as she chewed. "Be seeing you!" She said happily and she waltzed out, clutching her chips. Her face turned sour as she left, sighing and making her way to her room to finally get some peace.

The group of militants walked towards Ayane in the hallway as she moved to the side, making way for them to pass. Niragi's eye caught her figure as they walked, a small bag of chips in her hand. He noticed a small cut on her knuckle, fixing his gaze forward. His nose caught the slight scent of honey as he walked past her, making his heart skip a beat. A small anger rose up in him for reasons unbeknownst to him as they pushed their way into the cafeteria to see a girl sitting at a table surrounded by others. "Fucking bitch! Who does she think she is, lashing out like that?!"

Niragi recognized the girl holding her face. He had bed her once, or maybe a few times, but often paid her no mind. She wasn't important. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, practically running up to him to the other militants' dismay. "Niragi!! This girl, she just came up and hit me out of nowhere!" He raised an eyebrow, "... And?" She looked a bit taken aback but continued, "Well, I'm your girl, aren't I? Defend me! Go shot her or something!" He threw his head back in a roaring laugh, "My girl? I don't even know who the fuck you are!" He continued laughing, shoving her to the ground, joining the other militants at a table.

The group of girls left hurriedly after the first ran out of the cafeteria, almost in tears. Although he wasn't at all concerned about her, hell he didn't even know her name, his mind wandered to Ayane. He unwillingly looked back into his memories, Ayane was never one to lash out, much less to hit someone. He took a deep breath, silently standing up to the group's surprise. He walked out without a word, rifle in hand. His eyes fluttered over to where he saw her last, "Of course she's gone already," he thought.

He opted to head for his room, but laughter caught his attention from down the hall. He walked up out of curiosity from around the corner, rage building in him quickly as he saw the girls from earlier, as well as Ayane. Three girls were holding her back as another poured milk over her head, all laughing at her. He was about to swing his rifle around when a leg kicked up, plunging into a girl's stomach. He held back, even a bit shocked to see Ayane let out a kick like that. This wasn't the girl he knew from before. She was fiercer, stronger, more beautiful... He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he saw Ayane grab another girl's hair, smashing her face against the wall and pinning her arm behind her back.

Their ring leader saw Niragi, running up to him, "Thank goodness! Niragi, do something!" He cocked his head to the side as Ayane dropped the girl, taking a few steps back. He could see she was ready to fight but turned his attention back to the first. "Alright. Since you asked so nicely." He took his rifle and swung the butt into the random girl's face, the force throwing her into the floor. She screamed, blood searing through her lips, "W-why..."

He paid no mind as he calmly walked up to Ayane, gently placing his hand on her arm, "Come on. We're leaving." His tone shocked the women around him, Ayane even holding her breath. "O-okay, Niragi..." The rest of the girl's moved out of the way quietly as Niragi walked Ayane down the hall, neither of them looking back. They walked in silence to Niragi's room, him gesturing for her to sit down.

He sat across from her, his rifle down by his feet. For what felt like forever, they remained silent, taking each other in. She stared into his eyes and opened her mouth to speak, suddenly noticing her mouth was dry. "Niragi... You look different." She flashed a nervous smile, sinking her head down. She could hear him clear his throat, "Yeah... So do you." She suddenly felt herself get nervous and began playing with her hands, unable to look at him. "Not like, bad different, but good different." She began to backtrack, "But not like that good different! I mean, not that THAT good, but still good in a way, a-and," she tripped on her words, unable to form a proper sentence as her throat closed up.

She hadn't noticed Niragi had stood up until he outstretched his hand toward her. She took it without thinking, immediately feeling her face flush. Even in this hellish world, she never held a guy's hand before. He tugged on her arm, silently asking her to stand. She obliged without another thought and he smiled. Not the Niragi smile everyone saw when he felt a little crazy, but a smile that reminded her of the Niragi she knew once. A kind smile.

"Ayane, I'm glad you're here." He hung on his words and she could feel her face blush, "Y-you are?"

He looked into her eyes, "Ayane," he let out a breath he had been holding in, she tilted her head to the side curiously, seemingly devolving back into her high school self. "Yes?" Her heart started beating faster as she noticed his face was mere inches from her, slowly leaning in. She could feel his breath resting on her lips as she closed her eyes, feeling the softness of his lips placed themselves on hers. She could feel her heart beat rapidly as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, his arm tightening around her waist.

She wrapped her arm around his neck, feeling like she was in a dream. Her high school self would've been screaming right now. He broke his lips off of hers for a moment, cupping her face to look at him. "Ayane... Let me protect you, this time." She silently nodded, squeezing the hand on her waist.

If anyone's hands were to hold her life in them, she was glad it was Niragi's.

END

[3dumb2potatoes1]

•High • School • Crush•

Pt.1 Are we friends?

• Pairing: Hyunjin x Female reader.•

• Genre: Classmates to Friends?•

• Warnings: Bullying.•

•Word count: 1,284.•

•Note: This is our/my version of a high school, since there is no such thing as a “high school” in our/my country. Please keep in mind that this might not be like a real high school. Thank you. :)•

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You woke up to realise it was another Thursday. You were always excited for Thursdays, cause it was the only days you would see Hyunjin again.

Hyunjin had been your biggest crush for a long time, but the school never allowed dating. That rule wasn’t the biggest problem, knowing that many other people did it anyways without the teachers even being bothered. The problem was that Hyunjin was well known around the school. He was even the popular kid along with his friends. People all loved him and his friends, while with you, it was totally the opposite. You were barely known, you were not popular at all, didn’t have many friends and wasn’t liked by many.

You arrive to school after your favourite breakfast, and a good nights sleep. You had an art lesson every Thursday, which Hyunjin was also in. Today was special though. The whole class had gotten new seats, which didn’t bother you much. You always thought the girl that sat beside your table was so annoying. But little did you know, that your new seat was right beside Hyunjin. After finding that out, you got butterflies in your stomach. This made art lessons even better.

You sat down for your art lesson. The bell rang and everyone was quiet. While the teacher was talking, you felt that the only thing you could think about, was Hyunjin. His pretty brown eyes, soft black hair, beautiful face and everything about him. The teacher decided to ask you a question. All you had been doing, was to think about Hyunjin and not focus on the lesson. When the teacher asked, you felt everyone’s eyes on you. The first thing that came to mind was the color yellow. Everyone started staring at you. Then everyone started laughing. You never thought getting an answer wrong could be that embarrassing. Then, the teacher just said “See everyone. This is why we focus in the lesson. Now y/n, why don’t you tell us what you were thinking about, since it was more important than my lesson.” You felt too embarrassed to even say a word. You looked around and everyone was laughing. But the thing that caught your eye, was Hyunjin. Hyunjin was for the first time looking at you with a smile. His hand was covering his mouth, to avoid laughing. It was obvious, but you didn’t feel as humiliated when he did it.

Class ended, with lots of students running out of the classroom just to get to the lunch first. Hyunjin stayed back in the classroom to continue his painting he was working on. You were a little slower with cleaning up your mess today. While the both of you were all alone in the class, Hyunjin looked at you with a confused look on his face. You tried not to pay attention to that and instead continued cleaning up. All attention went to Hyunjin, when he asked “you never told us what you were thinking about during the lesson.” You were wordless. Hyunjin had never spoken to you. You didn’t wanna tell him, so you just played it off by telling him it was family stuff. He just nodded and looked away, like he understood.

While walking in the halls, you see your bestie looking sad. You were just too curious, cause she is your bestie. So you walked up to her and just calmly gave her a hug. “What’s up with the sad face?” “Well remember the bullies? They just shoved me onto the floor and poured milk all over me, while soaking my textbooks in the milk.” You were barely shocked. The bullies had done that more than once, to the both of you. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up then.” You said calmly. While walking to the bathroom, you saw the bullies again. They were looking for you as the next to mess with. They luckily didn’t see the two of you.

School finally ended for the day and there was only sleep in your mind. Your art teacher also mentioned that on the next Thursday, you would have art the whole day. You didn’t complain, cause you would just get to see Hyunjin even more.

The rest of the school days went normally. It was quickly the day you waited for. A whole school day where you could see Hyunjin. When you entered the class, knowing you were a few minutes late and would most likely get scolded by your art teacher. You noticed everyone were not on their original seats. Hyunjin and the teacher spotted you. Teacher scolded you immediately. There were a couple of people staring, while the teacher kept shouting. Hyunjin walked over to the teacher and stopped him. Telling the teacher “maybe let her go now. We have to start the project soon right?” Hyunjin said it with a calm and sweet voice. The teacher only nodded and let me go. The class was super loud, but you could just hear Hyunjin trying get your attention. You turned yourself towards the one and only Hyunjin. “You were late, so you never got to hear about the project everyone will do. Everyone will be with the person they sit next to. So get your computer out.” You froze while realizing you sat beside Hyunjin, which meant only one thing. You and Hyunjin would work together.

You and Hyunjin had now been working for a little over 2 minutes. You still had questions, but this was Hyunjin. The person you had a crush on, the popular kid and maybe even the teacher’s favorite, seeing how he stopped the teacher from scolding you. “Don’t you have any questions?” He asked. You didn’t know how to respond. “I-I have a few.” You didn’t know why in the world you said that, cause now you had to ask them. “Oh well just ask me then. I didn’t really explain everything that we were gonna do after all.” He was actually talking to you. You could feel butterflies everywhere in your stomach. “Well first off, how many days do we have for this project?” He turned his chair to face you, so he could answer questions. “We will have from this Thursday and one more to finish the project.” Hours went by and in all that time you were together with Hyunjin.

It was now the end of school, which meant you had to be separated from Hyunjin. You realized that you might need to continue the project at home too. You walked over to Hyunjin. “So I thought maybe we would have to work on the project at home too. So would you be up to exchanging phone numbers?” You asked, but you were filled with regret and embarrassment. Hyunjin just looked at you two seconds until he would answer. “We can do that. What’s your number?” You were filled with joy after he agreed. This felt like a new step towards your friendship. “My number is xx xx xx xx.” You said with a very joyful voice. “I guess I’ll see you around. I’ll write you when I come home to make sure I wrote the correct number.” He walked off as soon as he finished what he was saying. When you came home, the only thing you could think about was him sending you the message. You had your eye on your phone ever since you came home. Finally you heard a noise from your phone. It was him, who had finally written the message, he told you he would send you.

You had finally gotten his number. It felt like you had finally befriended Hyunjin. But it didn’t stop you from thinking…

“Are we friends?”

The end

To be continued

Made by Potato 2

[iloveroblox48]

opposites attract ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags: (somewhat) nerd izuku midoriya!! and popular fem reader,no quirks mentioned,mentions of bullying,one cuss word,fluff,angst if you squint,short fic btw!

❣︎ ➝ A/n: hey ya guys!ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ this is an izuku fic because he deserves some love this is also because i looove this trope too!anyways i swear im going to write for more characters (◞‸◟) i’ve got some more drabbles im working on but shh..anywho i might start to be less active on here because of school but i promise i’ll try to post as much as i can! anyways ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy! ⁽˙³˙⁾

When izuku was in middle school he was quiet, reserved,and always has his nose in a book.this made him an easy target for bullying, did it suck? of course it did! he got picked on by popular guys, ignored by girls even laughed at when he had mustered up the courage to ask them out.oh how he hated those years of middle school,but nonetheless he persevered through those tough years and made it high school.

Once middle school was over he had worked on himself no longer being the small fry everyone had remembered him as he had grown taller,and had gained some muscles.he was still a nerd though so did he think anything would change? no he thought high school would be the same but fortunately it wasnt he made a few friends and many people left him alone just like he had wanted was he popular? no but he was fine with that! he went about his days and classes like it was nothing

until he met you he had seen you in one of his classes he noticed you i mean who wouldn’t you were bubbly,kind,and well known! for good things of course.he had admired you from afar the way you proudly answered the question,the way you volunteered to help people,how you were in so many clubs! it was amazing really! he always thought he had no chance with you,all those years off bullying holding back him back all those horrible memories.so he continued to admire you from afar.

but little did he know that you had been noticing him too,you saw him and his happy smiles,his dorky scuffed red shoes,the random books he would read in class,honestly it was getting a little creepy the way you watched him in class did he never noticed though,many people had asked you out you would always tell them “sorry i’ve got my eyes on someone else” or maybe even “im actually not interested sorry” in hopes that maybe that one cute dork would talk to you notice you.so when you guys had gotten paired up together for a project you were over the moon! him not so much…you looked at him when the teacher had called your name to partner up his eyes had met yours but quickly looked away a small blush displayed on his cheeks

“hey izuku! im super excited to do this project im glad i got someone who actually tries in this class you know”

“i know im uh glad i got you as a partner too”

“okay so do you want to meet up maybe every…friday at the library or do you have somewhere else you want to meet up?”

“uhm yeah the library is fine”

“okay great! just give me your number and we can plan things out”

“my..my number?”

“duh your number we need to plan when to meet up right?”

“oh right”you hand him your phone and he types away,he hopes you dont see his hands trembling

“text you soon bye izuku!”

Ever since that day you guys would hang out at the library for the project,well unfortunately the project came to an end but your hangouts didn’t if anything they grew,you would hang out after school,he would come to your school club events, and more.he wanted to make a move sure but it was scary he was laughed out all those years ago what makes him think you wont laugh at him too!

so it was clear you had to take things into your own hands you had texted him to meet at your local cafe to hangout like normal he didn’t question it just told you to name a time and place. it was a warm sunday you had dressed in one of your favorite outfits and you hoped he would look as cute as always! you had arrived first and asked for a booth, after a little bit the bell to the door had rung you looked up to see your green haired friend you waved him over to sit with you. he shuffled into the seat across from you. after a while your food and drinks cames, you guys were talking like normal but knowing what you were going to ask made your plam sweaty you just had to rip the band aid off!

“hey izuku”

“yeah”

“can i uhm tell you something?”

“of course you can talk to me about anything”

“i..i like you..”

“i like you too! your my friend why wouldn’t you!” he was smiling so brightly at you! is this guy stupid? your heart was about to leap out of your ass this is so embarrassing.

“no i mean like i like like you”

“oh..uhm”

“i understand if dont feel the same way..i just needed to get it off my chest..”

“i just dont know what to say”

“well maybe you can start by telling me if you like me back”

“ive liked you for a long time..i just..can i please be your boyfriend? and then i’ll take you on a proper date”a blush was forming across his face

“of course izuku.”