#I should be able to handle a bad grade

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Brain: I’m so so scared of neuroanatomy I don’t wanna be real rn

Me: well you have to remember these diagrams for the test. suck it up buttercup.

Brain: :( but if I don’t learn these right then we go to hell forever immediately

Me: no we won’t. and it will be easier not to fail if you Pay Some Attention. To The Diagrams.

Brain: but I’m scaaaaaaaaared

Me: so am I! do the fucking homework!

[dallasgallant]

Ponyboy’s a kid with something to prove. Prove he can handle himself, prove he’s strong, prove that he’s just another human being. He’s the youngest of the gang, he’s the kid brother of Darry and Sodapop- for a while he thought that was why everyone tolerated him. And while he is watched out for because of his age and can be a tag-along he thinks he’s looked upon much more differently than he really is, at least amongst the gang.

The youngest always tries to seem older, latching on, copying behavior, following around. He wants to be seen as more than just the kid. Ponyboy wants to be capable. He’s always been a spacy kid and it causes everyone to worry about him— he tends to zone out a lot , gets caught in his own world and really absorbs movies and books in a way none of the others do. He’s sensitive. Even he feels that sensitivity and it makes him wildly Insecure— how different he is. Why’d he have to be observant why couldn’t he just be fine with fighting and cars?

Good grades are hard to come by in the neighborhood and he gets those. He stays out of trouble when he can. Sticks up for everyone. There’s almost a expectation that good grades should be enough but he still has to work and prove himself to the soc’s that he’s not just some hood and he’s in advanced classes for a reason.

He wants to be tuff, and he is. He walks the walk, talks the talk- can look mean when he needs to and throws a punch good. He’s just never found a way to live with it or accept things. Pony thinks too much and too little at the same time.

“I ain’t a chicken, Two-bit Mathews, and you know it.” … “ain’t I a Curtis, same as Soda and Darry?” (127)

He takes a great deal of pride in being a Curtis, in his brother’s reputations. At the same time he wants for one of his own. Don’t he fight good too?

Interestingly, Ponyboy is pretty damn strong. He’s depended on in his track team, he bounces back well from injury/illness (physically at least) and he’s very physically strong despite his age and lengthy stature.

Even with three guys pinning him down he manages to thrash and kick like a buck. He can struggle when there’s no reason he should be able to. Hell— he gets Bob to fall into the fountain! All while pinned down!

It’s not that he can’t handle himself or fight well, it’s how he tends to forget a lot. Pony needs to use his head for more than school and moping around. He tends to see the gangs protection and worrying as patronizing to an extent but it’s not (just) because he’s the kid brother… it’s because he’s one of them.

He’s stronger and more part of the gang than he thinks himself to be. While also displaying a LOT of little brother tendencies, he just needs to realize that’s not a bad thing.

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men act when you have insomnia (can't sleep)

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Toge x fem!reader; Megumi x fem!reader (special thanks to @belovedvamp for that jaw-dropping gorgeous Megumi requests, like wow)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nightmares, angst to comfort in everyone, I would like to point out that Megumi is my favorite part and that I'm thinking about doing a Part 2, so if you're invested definetely let me know 😭not 100% proofread yet

Gojo Satoru

„Huh, why are you still awake babe? Aren’t you tired?”

Satoru takes in your gorgeous sight, how you lay curled up in your shared bed with your sleepy eyes darted towards him. God, why do you have to be so stunning, why does the selfish urge to keep you awake a little longer become almost unbearable for him when he knows exactly why you’re unable to sleep?

The mattress gives in under your boyfriend’s weight next to you, his hand gently caressing your head. You feel drunk, as if your body doesn’t function properly anymore. No wonder, after all you were awake for more than 30 hours by now, fighting and fighting to finally exorcise a bunch of special grade curses while Satoru was busy somewhere else.

But you’re scared to close your eyes again, to get confronted with the horrible things you’ve saw today. After each and every mission, your brain haunts you with awful nightmares, reminds you of all the death, all the injured, all the things you’ve lost.

No, you just can’t take it. You’d rather stay up a little longer in desperate hopes to be spared than risking to have another bad dream.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”, you mumble into your heavy blanket, eyes drifting to the window.

It began to rain, heavy droplets pounding against the glass violently, thunder erupting in the dark sky. Carefully, Satoru lays down beside you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“I know you’re lying”, he mutters against your sensitive neck.

“Is it because of your nightmares?”

You turn around to face him in utter surprise. When did you ever told him about those nightmares? You always kept them to yourself, suffered through them on your own. After all, Satoru is a very busy man who shouldn’t have to worry about something like a bad dream. Yes, it seems pretty ridiculous to whine about your nightmares when the strongest of them all is the one you’re talking to.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m fine”, you lie into his face, gifting him a small smile to convince him.

But your eyes don’t lie. They show nothing but terror and dread, nothing but fatigue and alertness at the same time. Suddenly Satoru’s heart feels heavy. He should have realized it sooner, the way you always go to sleep after him when you were out on a mission. Why did it never cross his mind that all of this might be too much for you? Maybe because you’re so damn strong, maybe because you make it look so damn easy every time, carrying the weight of all those missions so that his students don’t suffer.

“It makes no sense to lie to me. Why didn’t you tell me about it, babe? I’m sure Shoko might be able to help you-“

“There’s nothing anyone could do about this”, you interrupt him immediately.

“Trust me, I tried everything out there. I guess this is just how my brain tries to cope with all those things, the people dying and stuff…”

“But you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re a team, remember? Why don’t you wake me up whenever you feel upset? Why do you go to sleep after I’m already passed out? (y/n), don’t do this to yourself.”

Gently, he cups your cheek with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. Oh, how much you hate that familiar feeling. That feeling of being useless, of being weak. Are you really too frail to even sleep after a mission? Why aren’t you able to handle the things you see like the others, like Kento and Satoru? All that training, all that power just to cry in your sleep over the things that happened hours ago.

Truly pathetic.

“Do you really think you’re alone? Especially in the beginning, Kento was plagued by nightmares each and every night so much that he couldn’t even fall asleep. Suguru and I…it is always rough, remembering the faces of those you weren’t able to save. But don’t let them keep you awake, don’t think you have to simply endure this. I’m here each and every night to hold you, okay? I’m here, you’re not alone (y/n).”

Oh Satoru.

Without thinking twice, you turn around and intertwine your body with his, desperately trying to keep your composure. How do you even deserve a man like him? A man who seems goofy most of the time but hast the softest side, a man who cares more about everyone around him than himself.

Your boyfriend, the strongest with a heart of pure gold.

“I hate when they haunt me in my sleep”, you finally give in, hiding your face against his warm chest.

“I know, babe. Trust me, we all do.”

Ever so gently, he strokes your hair and back, embraces you in his very own warmth. Satoru feels like home, like the perfection you are chasing each and every day. What would you even do without his loving arms as your home? Where would you be without his constant support? All those nights he stood by your side, watched a awful romantic movie so you’d feel good again. The countless times he cooked your favourite meal for you, only to throw it away and order food afterwards. All those times he rushed to your side when you got injured, how he always manages to be right by your side when you wake up. And oh, how tender is touch feels against your skin, how his warmth embraces you with every inch of his body. He feels so good, so comforting…

Satoru watches with a small smile as your lids grow heavy and finally close, your breath leaving your mouth evenly.

“As long as I’m the one holding you, no nightmare in the world will dare to wake you up, babe”, he breathes against your ear, holding you tightly in his arms throughout the whole night.

Inumaki Toge

You stare at the full moon blankly, mind racing. How are you supposed to get out of this alive? Are you even strong enough to lead your very own mission without someone by your side? This will be the first time you’ll be completely on your own. Without Maki, without Panda, without Toge…You trained hard these last months, you know what you’re capable of. But still…

Is it enough?

“Kelp.”

His tender voice rips you out of your poisonous thoughts immediately, glossy eyes shooting up to take in his sight. Why does he have to look so delicate with the moonlight highlighting his features? Why does his mouth have to be so damn captivating?

Why is it so easy to fall hopelessly in love with Toge Inumaki?

“Sorry, I thought y’all were asleep”, you explain visibly uncomfortably.

How embarrassing, getting caught by your crush while silently crying into the night about a damn mission. A silent yawning escapes your lips before you can stop it, tired eyes covered by a curtain of tears. God, you are so tired.

“Salmon roe.”

Before you even comprehend what’s happening, the white-haired boy takes his hand into yours gently, staring at you so intensely that you forget how to breathe for a moment. It’s like he wants to tell you that everything will be alright, that you have nothing to worry about.

“I don’t think I can do this alone, Toge. I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this…”, you finally give in.

“Bonito flakes”, he immediately replies.

Without thinking twice, he takes out a small notepad and begins to write frantically. You know he always carries a writing block with him for time that require more than a few words, more than gestures are able to say.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you worked hard these last weeks. And you’re great! Just do as good as you always do, I’m counting on you, (y/n)! Please try to get some sleep now :)”

With every word you read your heart beats a little faster, with every word your grin grows a little wider. If he only knew how much his words truly mean to you…

“So you really think I can do it on my own?”, you question.

“Salmon!”

“Thank you, Toge”, you mutter touched.

You don’t know why, but suddenly your eyes start to burn in tears. Toge holds nothing but affection in his gaze, hand still resting on yours while squeezing it ever so slightly. He truly believes in you and your abilities, shows no doubt in your save return. Maybe…maybe you’re actually able to do this. Maybe you are indeed ready for your first solo mission.

Toge stands up again, signalling you with a gentle squeeze to stand up as well. You follow him through the dark hallways of Jujutsu High, right into the dorm you know so well.

“Tuna”, he whispers into the night before pressing you against his warm chest.

You feel as light as a feather, too stunned to speak by the way his arms feel wrapped around your body. He smells intoxicating, so good that you can’t help but sniff in and out. Is this really the first time Toge Inumaki hugged you for more than 10 seconds? It definitely is hard to let him go again.

“I believe in you, (y/n).”

Did he…Did he just speak?

“Toge…”, you breathe out, watching as his smile grows even wider.

With a last wave, he is gone in the darkness of the night, leaving you standing in the middle of your room on your own with your feelings scattered all over the place. Toge Inumaki just hugged you. No, Toge INumaki just spoke. He told you that he believes in you.

“How am I supposed to sleep now?”, you mumble to yourself.

Fushiguro Megumi

Your eyes snap open in an instant, ice cold sweat running down your face. Where are you? Is it over? You…

You breathe out. It was a nightmare. Again.

“Fuck”, you hiss to yourself while rubbing your aching head.

Why do you have to get haunted by these horrible nightmares, when will it finally stop? Even Gojo-sensei seems to be clueless about your condition, about what keeps you up each and every night.

But you know something that will help you to get through this night. Or rather someone.

Your bare feet stick to the wooden floor ever so slightly while you wander through the dark hallways on your way to his doorstep. Is he even awake? Maybe he won’t open the door at all.

Little do you know that Megumi sits in his bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the door knob in sheer excitement for your return into his arms. He knows it doesn’t mean much to you and at the beginning, it didn’t mean anything to him either. You just came into his room from time to time, searching for comfort in his hug to chase your nightmares away. And since you were friends, Megumi had nothing against stroking your head gently and wrapping his arms around you.

But something seems different now. Something about the sensation of you visiting him late at night sends shivers down his spine, your moonlit features let his heart hammer against his ribcage. It’s like he wants to hold you even closer, wants your breath to brush against his face. Why does it dawn to him how delicate your curves look and how soft your hair feels? There is no use in denying it, no sense in fighting against the obvious.

Megumi Fushiguro has fallen hopelessly in love with you.

The knocks against his wooden floor send him to his door straight away, opening it before you’re able to think twice.

“Oh, I didn’t knew you were still awake, Fushiguro”, you mutter into the darkness.

God, how much he hates the fact that you always call him by his last name. What would he give to hear his name out of your mouth once?

“What do you want here, (y/n)?”

His voice sounds harsher than anticipated while it takes all his strength to not swallow you in his arms immediately.

“I had a bad dream again…”

The vulnerable tone of your voice kills him from the inside. Without saying another word, he steps aside, allows you to enter his dorm without hesitation. You position yourself on the left side of his bed like you always do, hiding yourself in his already warm sheets. Without hesitation, he crawls back into his bed, inviting you into his arms with a long breath.

You smell as good as you always do. Why did it take him so long to realize that you smell absolutely intoxicating, that the mixture of your shampoo, body scent and perfume is addictive? Maybe he should tell you about the way he feels, finally confess how you make his heart beat out of his chest. But how would you react?

Would you…reject him? For all these years of knowing each other, you were never more than friends. Good buddies, pals, but not more than that. None of you ever crossed the line of plain cuddling each other to sleep. Not once did your lips brush over his, not once did your hands move further than his chest. Would you even love him back?

“Come on, you have to have a crush (y/n)! Is it Chris Pine, Tom Holland? Are you more into Korean guys?”, Nobara inquired over and over.

You just rolled your eyes with a playful grin, almost making Megumi fall out of his chair next to Yuji.

“I don’t have a crush on anyone. I’m perfectly fine by myself”, you insisted.

“I like tall woman with a big ass”, Yuji interrupted out of nowhere, gaining a punch in his face by Nobara.

That was it, the first time he noticed something strange. The way his heart suddenly grew heavier than metal, sunk into his chest, took his breath away. He was hurt by your words. Megumi Fushiguro was hurt by the stinging fact that you didn’t say his name like he secretly hoped for, that your eyes didn’t even flinch towards him for the split of a second.

“Hey, are you alright? Why did you tense up like that?”, you mutter against his chest while drawing circles onto his t-shirt with your delicate fingertip.

“Oh, it’s nothing for you to worry about”, he lies into this tender night.

He presses you against his own body a little tighter, watches how your eyes grow heavy with every passing minute that you listen to his steady heartbeat. This shouldn’t mean more to him than comforting an old friend, it shouldn’t make his heart flutter and palms sweaty. But the soft snores leaving your mouth sound oh so lovely, the way your eyes move behind closed lids makes his heart skip a beat. You have to be the most precious creature on this earth, so valuable that he never wants to let you go again.

Until he has in the morning. Until you return back into his arms when nightmares keep you up another night.

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[dumbobsessivebitch]

can you do something for Kate where reader is a nerd and acedemic weapon???? like she’s always locked in and she’s also the manager for the team so kate is infatuated by how perfect reader is and doesn’t think that reader is gay because reader is really girly??

DON'T MENTION IT - KATE MARTIN

The soft hum of the overhead lights in the basketball gym was the only sound breaking the silence as Y/N worked at her laptop. The team had just wrapped up practice, and the players were trickling out, their laughter and chatter slowly fading into the background. Y/N, the team manager, was focused on updating the team’s stats and schedules. Papers were scattered around her as she continued typing away.

Kate had always admired Y/N. She was the perfect combination of brains and beauty – she maintained impeccable grades while efficiently managing the team’s needs. Despite her bright, bubbly demeanor and her obsession with in pastel sweaters and floral skirts – Kate had never thought that Y/N might like girls. It seemed too good to be true.

Earlier that day, during practice, Kate had noticed Y/N looking more stressed than usual. She was usually so composed, but today, her movements were hurried as she did 20 things at the same time. Caitlin had noticed too.

"Is she okay?" Kate murmured to Caitlin, her eyes fixed on Y/N, who was frantically flipping through her notes.

Caitlin smirked, nudging Kate with her elbow. "Someone’s got it bad, huh?"

Kate blushed, rolling her eyes. "I'm serious, Caitlin. She looks really stressed out."

"Yeah, I noticed," Caitlin admitted, her tone softening. "But it’s cute how worried you are. You should just talk to her, you know."

Kate sighed, watching as Y/N ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "I know. I just don't want to make things worse."

"Trust me," Caitlin said, giving Kate a reassuring pat on the back. "You won’t. She could probably use a friend right now. And maybe more than that."

As the last of her teammates left, Kate lingered by the door, pretending to check her phone. She glanced up to see Y/N still engrossed in her work, her shoulders hunched with tension. Something in her posture seemed off, she usually seemed so confidence and sure of herself.

Concerned, Kate approached quietly. "Hey, Y/N, are you okay?"

Startled, Y/N looked up, her eyes wide. "Oh, Kate! I didn't realize anyone was still here. Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit overwhelmed with all this work."

Kate moved closer, noting the tear tracks on Y/N's cheeks. "It doesn't look like just a bit. Do you want to talk about it?"

Y/N's façade crumbled, and she buried her face in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed. I should be able to handle this, but it's too much sometimes."

Without hesitation, Kate sat down next to her, placing a comforting hand on her back. "Hey, it's okay. You do so much for us and keep everything running smoothly. It's okay to feel overwhelmed."

Y/N looked up, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I just don't want to let anyone down. I feel like I have to be perfect all the time."

Kate's heart ached for her. "You don't have to be perfect, Y/N. You're already amazing. We all appreciate everything you do. You’re allowed to have a moment."

Y/N sniffled and managed a small smile. "Thanks, Kate. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Kate's hand moved from Y/N's back to gently cup her cheek. "We don't know what we'd do without you either." Her voice softened, and she added, almost hesitantly, "You know, you're incredible, Y/N. More than you realize."

There was a charged silence between them as Y/N processed Kate's words. Slowly, she leaned into Kate's touch, her eyes searching the taller girl's face. "Really?"

"Really," Kate whispered, her breath hitching as she leaned in closer. Their lips met in a soft kiss, both of them melting into the moment, all of Y\N's stress and worries disappearing in a second.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N's cheeks were flushed, but she was smiling genuinely for the first time that evening. "Thank you, Kate. For everything."

Kate grinned, leaning down to kiss the girl again "don't mention it"

A\N : I tried my best I hope you guys like it!

[gamblersdoll]

so since sukuna goes for a woman who can hold her own, what would happen if she always won?

well let me tell you.

talks of sex, maybe praise???

he has always been on your side. a bitch tryna argue? “whoop her ass!”

a man tryna holler at you? “either you do it or imma do it. it looks hot when you do it.” (he has seen your short frame bring a six foot plus man to his knees and cry, and he got a raging hard on.)

and when you both bickering hes always baffled by your snarky ass remarks.

“ha, women. am i right?”

“yo thousand year old ass smells like earwax and piss, play wit cho mama.” and hes like …? and when he takes a whiff of himself after hes the primary host hes lowkey livid cause how dare you put him on the spot??

each fight youve won, hes lustful. hes not begging (he is) he’s demanding to switch with yuuji, he wants to hold you, kiss you, reward you for makin him proud. but its not like you do it for him, you just are on a different level than these lousy boys and girls.

or do you do it in the sentiment of pleased for yourself? sure you could get kicked out of jujutsu tech high school, but hey you got slurped up and dicked down? thats a plus?

so when you exercise a cursed spirit, a special grade all on your own, matter of fact, four of them, he’s practically drooling. (women in his age could not necessarily handle that, so seeing it turns him on severely.) and he wants to spread your folds and slurp your clit. he wants to so bad he can only try to remember the last time.

“how would you rate my fighting skill, ryo?” you would ask, meanwhile hes having you stand against a wall while he has his head between your thighs, noisily slurping and sucking, and having to tap this man to signal hes too fuckin loud.

“it makes me so excited to see it.. fuck woman, do you know what you do to me?” he growls, and somewhat a groan. he sticks his tongue out, shaking his head side to side and it makes your knees buckle, but hes your stability.

hes been looking forward to slam his cock into you after a fight, he had to know how it feels when your adrenaline is still up. or was it light work? did you have adrenaline at all? he was growing inpatient, and your name being called along with yuuji’s make him debate should he just kill the whole school so its you and him alone.

he doesnt because he… somewhat cares? sure, you arent able to eliminate sukuna. but you did give him a hard time, harder than mahoraga, the frustration of not being able to knock you down and if he did you still got back up, even pinning him (he was originally angry, but then it turned into a lust/love.) frustration of seeing you get back up, not giving in unless it was a legitimate mutual tie. not backing down just because hes the king of curses.

sukuna could admit he loved that about you.

even if he did knock you down once, (a two hour battle,) he did not want you to be discouraged, the LAST thing he wants.

“stand up and look at me, y/n. youre strong, my strong woman, a perfect concubine to be next to me on my throne.”

[masivechaos]

as long as you're happy!

── ☆ stephen meeks x gn! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Stephen hid his feelings for you but it's hard to keep the act up when you're hurting

── ☆ Warning/content: reader is in a toxic relationship, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1.3k words- first fic i wrote in months so it may not be good 😭

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Rejection is hard to handle. Especially when it’s not explicitly said, and Meeks had understood it really well. There was this constant lingering bittersweet feeling in the pit of his stomach. And he was good at pretending he was fine. When he learned you were dating someone, he didn’t show any sign of hurt, he even managed a smile, because pretending for you was worth it. As long as you were happy, it was worth it.

So he kept pretending. He managed to act interested when you told him about your first kiss, he hid his frustration, his clenched fist under the desk. He managed to give you a real suggestion when you asked what gift you should get your partner for your four-month anniversary. But he couldn’t pretend he was fine when you were crying curled up against his chest.

“It’s alright…” he kept whispering in your ear. He was clueless about what was going on. All you did was knock at his door with a face full of tears and falling into arms as the name of your partner escaped your lips in a sob. Has he ever seen you like this? Maybe once before a chemistry exam but he could not think of another single time you cried. You were always so positive about everything, a little ray of sunshine, the kind of person who enters a room and makes everyone smile.

His curiosity was piqued. What did your partner do to have you in such a state? God, how much he wanted to know. But he was resting the questions urging to slip past the tip of his tongue, for you. He let his own mind ruminate with the most absurd ideas until you were finally calm.

And as he kept trying to figure it out, he remembered. He remembered when he walked into your dorm without knocking and saw your red and puffy eyes. But he also remembered how you shrugged it off and said you had a bad grade in maths. He tried to think of it but you had A and A+ all year long. You lied. And he frowned. You never lied.

What happened?

When you were finally able to breathe without bursting into tears, he asked the question “What’s going on?” he asked softly, he tried to hide his curiosity that could come off as displaced in this situation. With the sleeve of his jumper he dried the tear remaining in the corner of your left eye.

You let out a hitched breath and snuggled closer to him, seeking solace and warmth “Drew… they… I fucked up,” you said, trying not to let out another sob.

Meeks’ eyebrows knitted together. You never fucked up. You were you. Everything he could dream of and everything he wanted. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t.”

“I did!” You said as another tear fell down your face, forming a wet patch on my uniform’s trousers. “They dumped me and it’s all my fault.” You were back to crying in Stephen’s neck again.

His arms tightened around your waist. He tried to ignore the part of his heart that was relieved and happy you were back to being single. He felt horrible for thinking such a thing. Meeks focused back on you and tried to make you feel better “Tell me what happened…”

You stayed silent for a minute. “I gave them the gifts for our four-month anniversary, the vinyl record and the love letter as you told me. And Drew said- they said-” As you started to sob again, Stephen rubbed your back with a circular motion “They said it was too much and that I loved them too much and it was wrong of me.”

Meeks frowned again “It wasn’t wrong of you.”

“It was,” you immediately answered “They’re right I’m just all too much and I shouldn’t have given them so many things during our relationship. It’s all my fault.”

He couldn’t grasp why you were blaming yourself for this. “But… they kept everything… right?”

You nodded “Yes, and asked for other gifts too…” 

Meeks was now confused. Drew was asking you for gifts but blaming you for giving them? It didn’t make any sense “Wait, wait- what do you mean?” he asked as he tilted his head and pushed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

“Drew said it was a test and I failed it and I was too stupid to believe they were being honest,” you said quietly, Meeks’ touch smoothing you “They said this once or twice already and I managed to get them back but now I think it’s done.”

Stephen froze. That didn’t sound good at all. “You.. got them back…?”

You nodded as you sniffled “Yes… I begged and they stayed if I did what they wanted but now it’s over” He stayed silent. He couldn’t believe it. It didn’t seem healthy at all and he started to worry for you. He didn’t manage to hide his surprise, begging for someone? It didn’t look like you. His worry grew as you kept opening up “But Drew’s right I’m just all too dumb and shouldn’t believe them.”

“Hey-” he immediately said, tilting your head by grabbing your chin between his fingers “don’t say that. You’re far from dumb and if you ask me it sounds like they took advantage of you.” 

You shook your head, tears spilling out of your eyes “No- no- they loved me and taught me a lesson. I just loved them too much.”

He made sure you looked him in the eyes. He was good at school, considered a genius, but he was awkward when it came to feelings. He didn’t even know how you managed not to see he was head over heels for you, his stuttering and blushing gave it away to everyone– but you, apparently. But for you he tried to put every single feeling into an understandable thought, he wanted you to know how incredible you were. How dared anyone make you feel this way?

“That’s not true,” he said, a bit more harshly than intended, “if they loved you they wouldn’t have you beg for them to stay. And you’re not dumb for loving them and showing it. They just aren’t made for you. They broke you to make you dependent on them to get what they wanted.” 

You pressed the palms of your hands to your eyes, a headache starting to cloud your mind. It was hard to think when you were this upset but you started to realise he was right “But they’re right… I’m way too much-”

Stephen cut you “No- no- you’re not too much. They manipulated you to break your self confidence and make sure you stuck to them. You’re not too much, at all.”

“But I understand why they wouldn’t love me-”

He stopped you once again “They have no reason not to love you. Everyone loves you just the way you are. Don’t think so lowly of yourself. You’re everything I can ever dream of. And if Drew doesn’t love you, then screw them. I love you. Even when you’re ‘too much’, because it shows you care.”

You stared at him, mouth ajar. Your eyes, wet from your previous tears, were glistening from emotions “Really?” you asked in a broken voice.

“Really,” he said with a reassuring smile. He hugged you closer to him, he wanted to make you feel better “I really love you and I wasn’t great at hiding and I kept silent because you were happy but… I want you to know now. Because you deserve to know how incredible and easy to love you are.” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You leaned into his touch “I’m so glad you’re here,” you whispered.

He offered you a small smile, his usually pale cheeks slightly pink. “I just want you to be happy. Don’t let Drew get through your mind.”

You let out a small sigh, resting your head against Stephen’s chest “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he muttered, “I’m happy as long as you are.”

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[yanderes-galore]

Could I request some Yuji headcanons with a sorcerer reader? Thank you

Sure! I decided to mix things up a bit since most/all of my Yuji content is with a Sorcerer! Obsession.

Yandere! Yuji Itadori with Sorcerer! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Staking, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior, Clingy, Jealous, Violence, Blood, Paranoia, Trauma, Dubious relationship.

Imagine being an upperclassman to Yuji, one he met and admired when he joined the Jujutsu world.

I like to imagine you were a second year in Jujutsu High when you met Yuji in this.

When he joins, he's ridiculously new, especially with Sukuna within him.

You meet him alongside Maki, Panda, and Toge.

Perhaps when you meet Yuji, to him it's an obsession at first sight.

You offer to help train him with the approval of Gojo, which only makes Yuji admire you more.

You don't treat him like some dangerous monster.

You treat him like a normal new Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Maki often critiques your approach, yet you tell her you'll be careful.

Yet even your fellow friends can see how easily attached Yuji gets.

So essentially, this would be a Yuji obsessing over a role model scenario.

You are a reason he wants to grow strong, not only because he respects you...

But he wants to show you he can protect you, that he can care for you...

Which ends up causing his obsessive crush.

Imagine this, Yuji following you as his training progresses, completely infatuated with you.

He admires you.

A bit too much, actually.

Every battle, every activity, even when you just are looking to be alone... Yuji is there to greet you.

Yuji can be a tame yandere, thankfully.

For the most part he's just clingy, especially with his crush.

He isn't the best at hiding his adoration for you.

You can see when he talks to you he has a small blush on his cheeks, often messing up his phrasing as he speaks to you.

During training he often goes easy on you, not wanting to hurt you.

Which often gets him wiped across the floor by you due to him being distracted.

His obsession isn't actually that bad when you first meet him.

He just... well... looks up to you?

He comes to every training session and event you're in, it's actually a bit cute to see your lower classman so invested in your time together.

It's all very manageable, he just seems to want to prove himself and you help him.

I feel Yuji's obsession with you would get worse the more experience he has as a sorcerer due to the amount of tragic events he's put through.

For example, the entire Shibuya Incident.

Yuji has seen you protect him many times when he was getting used to being a sorcerer.

Now, even while he outranks you in grade, you still do your best to protect him.

Yuji would feel like he needs to have the roles reversed.

He wants to show you he cares, that's all he ever wants to do.

Then the whole Shibuya Incident happens, or a similar traumatic experience, and he realizes how easy it is to lose those you're attached to.

It would only be worse if you got injured by Yuji through Sukuna.

This makes his clingy behavior turn... possessive.

He both wants to push you away, yet also drag you closer.

His need to be beside you and keep you safe ends up becoming destructive.

The moment he sees you surrounded by blood after a battle, he realizes he needs to do something.

In an AU where you both graduate to become better sorcerers, imagine if Yuji continued to stick around.

Ever since the Shibuya Incident, or perhaps even the Kyoto Goodwill Event, he hasn't been that naive student anymore.

He's seen death, lots of death, more blood than any teen should have ever seen.

You've already seen your fill of traumatic events, especially during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Yet it seems you were able to handle it better than Yuji.

Even as adults and skilled sorcerers, Yuji hasn't left your side.

I imagine there's been countless times Yuji has attempted to confess to you.

You've either turned him down or some important event happened.

Regardless of if you're dating or not by the time you graduate, Yuji follows you around.

He's very controlled by the paranoia he's experiencing after going to Jujutsu High.

He's nearly consumed by it, he insists you two be roommates as you both try to continue your jobs.

Yuji no doubt doesn't want to force a relationship.

He hopes you two get together as he doesn't trust you with anyone else, yet he'll wait.

Yuji, both in school and out of it, would've followed you around like a lost puppy.

Even when you're not aware, he's always somewhere nearby.

Whenever you have to go on missions without him, Yuji panics.

He worries things will get too intense and he'll have to step in.

He acts like he's trying to pay you back by protecting you at first, but over time it becomes obvious he's off the deep end when it comes to you.

When he's too clingy or jealous he tries his best to apologize, although never backs off far.

As a fellow sorcerer, you're sympathetic at first.

You understand... you've both been through a lot... that's the price you pay when you choose to become a sorcerer.

Most of the time such a path is thrust upon you, actually.

Despite your sympathies, you still grow increasingly worried when Yuji begins expressing distrust towards everyone around you.

It doesn't help when he becomes insistent that you let him close to you at all times.

Overall he's mostly just scared to lose you since he's lost so many already.

Since he's around you so often, maybe you'll even give in and date him.

Which only makes Yuji more clingy and possessive.

Overall, in this idea, Yuji just starts out as seeing you as cool.

You're a role model and friend to him until he gets more experience.

Then he matures into a sorcerer even more skilled than you, clinging to you as though he's the only one out there to protect you.

Once he has you in his arms after graduation, he vows to keep you there.

No one will ever hurt you again... he'll protect you as you did him...

He's spilled blood before, he's willing to do it again if it means his fellow sorcerer obsession and partner doesn't have any of theirs spilled.

[wetnoodle]

I don’t think I could hate silco.

Do I think he’s a good person? Are any of us truly good?

Does he do bad things? Yea but it’s at least in the name of the greater good. At least he doesn’t just do it because he can.

Zaun is a very fucked place with a very fucked system. He’s doing what he thinks needs to be done in order to at some point be able to rein it in and make it better.

He wanted to give Zaun a fighting chance against Piltover. He wanted to make them equal. And in a place where there are no rules. And people talk with violence. You’re going to have to make some very awful choices in order to not only take control, but have enough power to fix it.

I’m not trying to excuse his behaviour. I’m just saying I can see why he would make the choices he did. And I know there were most definitely better ways to handle it. But he did what he could with what he was given and the life experience and hardships he was dealt.

He may not be a good man. But he’s a good father.

He’s not only present but active in Jinx’s life. He encourages her passions and creativity. He lets her decorate his things. And he obviously doesn’t mind. Cause they’re on display to anyone who comes into his office. And I’m sure if he was more stern or scary at getting her to stop, like we all know he is capable of being, then she would fear him too much to keep doing it.

He comforts her both emotionally and physically. She’s having a hard time and she seeks comfort in him. By hugging him or sitting with him. Or being held by him. And he talks her down. Tells her she’s allowed to make mistakes but it doesn’t make her the worst thing ever. That she’s enough. He reminds her that they’re family because he knows it’s the things she needs to hear. She was literally wanting to die and who did she see. Not someone to torment her. But her dad. Showing her what to do with herself.

He took in his best friends child even though they tried to kill him. And he loved her with everything he had. Even in his death he was still comforting her. Not angry she killed him. Just reassuring her that even now he loved her. He chose her.

I’m not saying he’s the grade an example of what a dad should be. I’m not saying he didn’t benefit from her or manipulate her. I’m not blind to how he did her wrong too. How he tied her up in his war. I’m not saying he’s the best. But I’m not saying he’s a bad dad either. He could have been abusive. He could have enforced the ideas that she had grown up with that she was a ruiner. He could have not even taken her in as his kid but as another pawn. He could have made her do those things for him, but he gave her choices. He guided her.

I’m not saying he’s innocent but he’s not guilty. It’s not as simple as that.

He may not have been the one to change Zaun, but he’s raised the girl that could.

[hayakawalove]

Test of Love (Chapter Two)

Chapter Two

Chapter one, All Chapters

Summary: You had so much fun with Suguru the last time you went out, so you decide to go on date number two.

A/N: Bit of a Suguru centric chapter. Gojo girlies, don't worry. He'll get his time.

CW: Borderline NSFW, alcohol W/C: 5,771

Credit to @benkeibear for the banner

Your body sinks into your chair, Yaga’s voice becoming a low hum in your ears. It was usually hard to focus at staff meetings, but it was even harder when you were only going over information you already knew about. That happened a lot. Being friends with Gojo offered many perks, one being insider knowledge about the inner workings of Jujutsu society. 

Your eyes focus on the map behind Yaga showing the last attacks until your vision starts to blur. God, you were so bored. A vibration coming from your pocket shakes you out of it. 

Gojo: What underwear are you wearing :) 

You: You’re annoying 

You: What underwear are you wearing 

Gojo: A lacy thong 

You: You’re full of shit 

Gojo: Wanna come find out? 

You stifle a laugh, which catches the principal's attention. 

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” He calls your name, squinting his eyes at you. 

“No, I apologize, please continue.” You say back, embarrassment flooding your system as all the teachers' eyes fall on you. Gojo pokes your foot with his, an easy smile playing on his lips. What a shit. 

You don't even get the opportunity to try to focus before your phone is vibrating again. It’s from an unknown number. 

Unknown: Hey, I had fun last time we saw each other, would you be interested in hanging out again? 

You: I would love that! What do you wanna do? 

You keep your eyes locked on the screen in your lap. You hadn’t saved Suguru’s number yet, but you knew exactly who it was. 

Unknown: The choice is yours, sweetheart 

You ignore the heat that begins to spark underneath your face. 

You: Why don't we go out to eat? 

You: I’m not picky on where, I’ll let you decide 

Unknown: Perfect. I’ll make reservations 

You were excited to see Suguru again. The two of you had been texting off and on ever since your date, and you really enjoyed his company. It was exactly what you needed after a long day of working your ass off. You did feel bad that you didn’t tell him the truth about your occupation, but you didn’t really have much of a choice. 

“So far the attacks haven't been anything too serious, but they are troublesome. I called this meeting together to let you know that we will start to have constant patrols near the school to try to avoid another attack.” Yaga steps to the side, briefly looking at the map before turning his attention back to the group of sorcerers in front of him. 

You rest your head on your hand and flick your eyes across the room. You were at a loss on what to do about this situation. You were busy thinking about Gojo and Suguru, when you should have been thinking of ways to handle the problem at hand. 

“Hm, no.” Gojo says calmly, his hands behind his head. 

“No?” Yaga repeats. 

“No.” Gojo tilts his chair back until it’s almost about to tip over before he leans forward again. 

“We should have the students survey the area to get experience. The curses aren't too high of a grade so they should be able to handle them easily. We can cycle through the first and second years so they get breaks from patrolling. I mean, the students are here anyway. We can send out recent graduates to handle the larger threats, they can also jump in here if needed. And if it gets really bad then we’ll only be a few miles away.” 

Silence settles over the room. It wasn’t a bad idea. The students went on missions anyway. You didn’t have to be worried about them being too far out of reach, either. 

“Do you think they’re ready for that?” Yaga asks. 

“Yeah, Yuuji might need a little more training but everyone else is fine. Unless, you have no faith in your students?” Gojo says your name. 

“They can definitely handle it.” You look towards Gojo. 

With his plan, higher level sorcerers would be freed up to handle bigger threats. You wouldn’t tell him, but he could be smart. Sometimes. 

“Alright. We’ll try Gojo’s plan to see how it goes.” Yaga sighs, calling the meeting to a close. 

You stretch your arms while walking back to your classroom. You were so fucking tired. Between texting Gojo and Suguru, you haven't been getting much sleep. Luckily, your students were out on a mission today, allowing you time to catch up on grading papers. At least you wouldn’t have to use too much brain power. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo asks, long legs striding up beside you. “Who’s that?” He peers over your shoulder to look at your phone, watching as you type a message to Suguru. 

“Don’t worry about it, and my classroom. You should probably go to yours as well.” You unlock your door and enter, not bothering to close it behind you as Gojo would only kick it down. 

“You didn’t wanna see my lacy thong?” 

“Maybe next time, Gojo.” You stand next to your desk and turn around, tilting your head back to look at him. 

“How does tonight sound?” Gojo says with a wicked grin. 

As much as you wanted to hang out with him… 

“Can’t. I have a date.” 

“And it’s not with me?” He looks at you dumbly. 

You laugh, you hadn’t told Gojo about your date with Suguru. You didn’t really see a need to. 

“You’re in an open relationship, isn’t it only fair that I can see who I want as well?” Not that you were necessarily official with Gojo. 

Gojo pouts, staring down at you as you step closer. 

“Is it your first time seeing him?” His blindfolded eyes follow you as you stop centimeters in front of him. 

“My second.” 

“Did you guys go all the way last time?” 

Your throat feels dry at the question. 

“It’s none of your business. And no. We didn’t even kiss.” 

Gojo’s shoulders relax a bit at your admission. 

“Aw, you jealous?” You joke, lifting a finger to point into his chest. 

Gojo grabs your hand, yanking you closer. It catches you off guard, leaving your feet to wobble. You use your other hand to steady yourself against him. 

“I don't have any reason to be jealous. You’ll be crawling back to me after your little date.” 

The oxygen feels like it’s sucked out of the room, his lowered voice simmering in your stomach. Gojo lowers his blindfold to highlight his point, his blue eyes staring hard into you. 

“Is that so?” You ask, breathlessly. 

When did his lips get so close? 

He hums before leaning down closer. His woody cologne fills your senses, making you immediately dizzy. Gojo watches your expression closely before his white lashes flutter shut while he presses his lips against yours. Soft and sweet. His lips were like sugar as they meld to yours. There’s no tongue, but you don't need it. Your body temperature is rising all the same. 

He pulls away and smirks down at you before stepping away. A cocky bastard. You run your thumb along your bottom lip, indulging in the tingling sensation that lingered on you. 

“I don’t need to be jealous if I got to kiss you first.” He says with a chuckle, turning around to head out of your classroom. 

You can't deny the heat that was beginning to spread in the lower half of your body. You would be a liar if you said you had never thought about kissing him before. It happened only seconds ago and you were already replaying the scene in your head. At least he kissed you, you weren’t sure you would’ve made the first move. Even if you were glad he kissed you, a part of you hated him for leaving you high and dry. 

“Have fun on your date!” He calls out over his shoulder, turning the corner to exit the classroom. 

Bastard. 

You huff and settle down into your seat, hoping the rest of the day would go by faster. 

~~~

Luckily for you, it does. And strangely enough, Gojo hasn’t texted you at all since your encounter with him. You were kind of expecting him to pester you for details about the date. It wouldn’t be too far out of the realm of possibilities for him to show up and insert himself. That would be funny, you thought. Gojo and Suguru together would be interesting. They’re on opposite ends of the spectrum, the mere idea of them interacting puts a smile on your face. 

The sun is beginning to set as you gather your things to head out for the day. Suguru told you what restaurant you guys were going to, not that you had ever heard of it. He also said he wanted to pick you up if you’d allow it, which you graciously accepted. The restaurant was higher end, in a richer part of Tokyo. You had only ever been to that area several times with Gojo. You were kind of nervous to go, feeling slightly out of your realm, but you knew you would have a good time if you were going with Suguru. 

You stand in front of your mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. You decided on a black dress that landed just above your knees, the perfect mix between sexy and classy. 

Checking your phone, an idea pops in your head. Would it be weird to send a picture of your date outfit to Gojo, considering you were also seeing him? 

Yeah. Probably. 

Oh well. 

You lift up your phone and take a picture of yourself in the mirror, checking it before sending it to Gojo. Right as you send the photo to him, a notification pops up at the top of your screen. 

Unknown: I’m here, are you ready? 

You: Yes! 

Grabbing your clutch, you hurry outside to find Suguru waiting for you. He’s leaning against his car, head tilted as he looks around. When he brings his eyes to you, you feel a chill down your spine. He reminded you of a fox. He wore a black button up with black slacks, his hair tied up into a neat bun. 

“You look beautiful.” His velvet voice floats over to you. 

Your eyes flutter down at the flattery as you make your way closer to him. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

Suguru chuckles and steps aside, grabbing the passenger door handle to open it for you, resting his hand against the top of the door so you don’t bang your head. His car smells like wood and leather, an intoxicating scent that instantly fills your body. He rounds the car before sliding inside the drivers seat, eyes flicking to look up at you. 

“How was work?” He asks, pushing the keys in the ignition before pulling out of your parking lot, driving towards the restaurant. 

“It was okay, my coworker was kind of getting on my nerves today. He kept getting in my business.” 

Suguru smirks, arm flexing as he grips the steering wheel loosely. 

“Sounds like someone I know.” He responds easily. 

The building comes into view and it looks even fancier than you were expecting. You could see the low lights past the windows with tables evenly spaced throughout the place. There was even a terrace on the top, apparently a rooftop bar according to Suguru. You make a mental note to see if he would bring you up there after you ate. 

Suguru gets out before you and opens your car door again, causing your heart to race. You had never been with someone so gentlemanly before. He offers an arm out for you to take, leading you towards the front door. Once you step inside you’re able to see just how busy it is. There was a short line in front of you, and it looked like every table was taken. You remember that Suguru told you he made a reservation, which eases your nerves a bit. That being said, you still felt out of place. 

When you get to the hostess table, a young woman glances up at you before doing a double take, eyes settling on Suguru. 

Can’t say you blame her. 

“Hello sir, did you have a reservation?” Her eyes gleam as she bites back a grin. 

“Yes, under the name Suguru.” 

“For 7 pm?” She looks back down, studying the list in front of her. 

“That would be it.” He lifts a hand up to brush his palm against your arm, wordlessly comforting you. He must’ve been able to tell you were nervous. 

“Oh, it looks like we accidentally double booked the table. Let me go and see if the other couple has already arrived.” 

Suguru’s brows furrow and you bite your lip. What would you do if your table wasn’t available? You really didn’t wanna go back home, and the two of you were already dressed so nicely. 

The woman returns with a somber look on her face. She fidgets with her hands while looking up at Suguru, completely disregarding your presence. 

“I’m so sorry, it seems your table was already taken. We can put you next on the list for when another one opens up?”

“Do you know when that might be?” You ask. 

She looks down at you, as if she just realized you were there. 

“Probably 30 minutes.” 

You and Suguru stand in silence for a moment, debating your options. You could wait, but you were also really hungry, a fact Suguru must have noticed. 

“I think we’ll look for another restaurant.” He excuses you both, a soft smile on his face. 

As the two of you exit, you look up towards Suguru. 

“I can always cook something for us back at my house. I don’t think my boyfriend will be home for a while.” He wonders out loud, checking his watch. 

“No! It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to intrude like that,” you say quickly, “why don’t we just walk around and see if we can find something nearby?” 

Suguru squeezes your hand and agrees, walking alongside you down the sidewalk. There’s a slight breeze in the air, ruffling your hair as you make your way further down the street. It was extremely busy since it was a Friday night. There were groups of young people congregating together, laughing loudly. It had been awhile since you spent the night on the town. You honestly rather preferred to stay curled up in bed with a good book in your hands, but you couldn’t deny the joy you felt as you walked beside Suguru, weaving your way through seas of people. 

“Oh! How about here?” You point towards a food truck parked on the side of the road. 

Suguru’s brows fly up in what you assume is surprise before he trains them back down. He didn’t seem pompous, so you were hoping he wouldn’t complain. 

“I haven’t had their food in awhile.”

“You’ve been here before?” You whip your head towards him while pulling him closer. 

“Yeah, my boyfriend really likes it.” 

Weird, the only other person you know who eats here is… 

“What can I get for you!” A cheery older man says, poking his head out the side of the window. 

“Did you know what you want?” Suguru asks you. 

“Oh, um, I’ll just get a slice of the cheese pizza.” You murmur, looking at the menu printed on the side of the van. 

Suguru orders a slice of the same, and the older man takes his money and trades off two paper plates. It looks greasy and wonderful, just how you remember it being. 

“Thank you!” You exclaim, grabbing your plate before sliding to the side, standing at the edge of the sidewalk.

The pizza melts in your mouth the second you take a bite, the golden cheese sliding down your throat. You let out a groan of approval, stopping in your tracks when you notice Suguru’s eyes on you. 

“I-I’m sorry!” You fluster out, cheeks immediately heating at the attention. 

“It’s cute.” Suguru whispers with a small grin, before taking a bite of his slice. 

You bite back a smile as you sink your teeth into the pizza. Honestly, you had no idea what you had done to get so lucky. Most women dream of dating a hot, sweet, funny guy. And you had two of them? You weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself. 

A gust of wind blows by, causing your body to shiver. Suguru steps to the side to block the wind from chilling you further, reaching a thumb out to swipe a bit of marinara sauce on your lips. 

The action almost felt parental, but you were beginning to notice that trend with him. It seemed like every action he did was in care of you, constantly looking for ways to help out. 

“What did you want to do once we finish?” He asks, already halfway done. 

You ponder the idea for a moment. Really, your options were endless on a Friday night. Suguru was still a bit of a stranger, so you weren’t really sure what he liked to do. Your eyes drift around the area you’re in, taking note of the establishments. A bright sign catches your attention. 

“Do you like dancing, Suguru?” 

Suguru’s eyes follow yours, seeing the club that stood several businesses away. There was a line out the door, but it was moving pretty fast. It had been awhile since you’d gone to a club, but the idea sounded very tempting. It was fun to let loose, plus you wanted to see what Suguru looked like under the flashing lights. Maybe that was a selfish desire, but you craved it. 

“Yeah, is that where you wanna go?” Suguru laces his hand with yours once you finish eating, the two of you walking towards the club. 

Just like you thought, you aren’t waiting long before you’re already in the front, flashing your IDs to get access. A waft of alcohol hits you in the face along with the cool breeze of the AC. It was slightly cool outside, but you knew you’d need the comfort the artificial cold provided once you were packed with the other bodies. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” Suguru asks, his voice slightly louder than his normal talking tone in an attempt to speak over the blasting music. 

You nod your head and follow him to the bar, his hand holding yours tightly so you don’t lose each other. His palm is large in yours, easily overshadowing the size of your hand. His skin was warm, but not in an uncomfortable sweaty way. It felt calming, protective. 

When you arrive, you order a mixed drink while he gets a glass of whiskey. Hopefully the alcohol won’t get to you too fast since you had just eaten. The idea of being drunk in front of Suguru kind of mortified you, you still wanted to make a good impression. 

The alcohol burns down your throat as you sip the drink, setting it down on the counter once you’re finished, only to find Suguru’s eyes already looking at you. Just like you expected, he looked amazing under the lights. Flashing colors illuminated his face, his tall stature even more daunting when compared to the other men in the club who didn’t even come close to his height. 

“Let’s dance!” You yell over the music, digging your nails in his arm to drag him to the dance floor. 

He smiles as he allows you to maneuver his body, standing him in front of you. His cologne goes straight to your head as you press yourself against him, throwing your arms around his neck. 

“It’s a little busy.” He observes, mumbling in your ear. 

The brush of his breath against your ear causes you to gasp, gripping on him tighter. 

“It’s better that way, I won’t get embarrassed since no one will be watching me.” You respond. 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Suguru guides his hands up your body, the slow drag making you want to groan. He brings them back down and settles them on your waist, holding you tightly against him. 

You sway your body to the music, standing so close to Suguru that you can't see his face. You aren’t sure you want to see his face. The alcohol was flowing through your veins, and you were afraid of what you might do were you forced to acknowledge his presence. 

Bodies dance beside you, the heat of the room finally crawling up your spine. Your neck is starting to feel sticky already, but you’re too drunk on the moment to care. 

Suguru’s body feels hard against your own, and you can't help but find yourself wondering what he looks like underneath all his clothes. He looked strong, you could practically feel the muscles that bulged underneath. Your mouth begins to salivate at the image you start to conjure up in your head, the sight borderline pornographic. The more you think about it, the more you can feel your restraint begin to slip. It wouldn’t be so bad to make a move, would it? 

Bravery, it was a fickle thing, wasn’t it? 

You were in need of it every day for your job. You needed it so often that you tended to forget that what you were doing required it at all. Sometimes it was hard to summon. 

It also tended to be easier to use when you had the aid of liquid courage flowing through you. 

You drag your hands down, softly scratching the skin of his veiny forearms while you pull away from him. He looks down at you with raised brows, waiting on bated breath to see what you were going to do. The music changes, giving you the last boost you needed. You turn around, placing your ass against Suguru while grabbing his hands, guiding them to your waist once more, and you start to follow the music. 

You didn’t mean for it to be filthy, you really didn’t. At least that’s what you tell yourself. 

It was too hard to resist the beat of the music so you decided to let your body do the talking for you. Quickly the two of you find a rhythm together, your bodies moving in tandem. Suguru digs his fingers in your waist, keeping you pulled tight against him. You allow your eyes to flutter closed while you sing along with the music surrounding you, the vibrations of it filling your soul. 

“This feels so good!” You speak over the music, telling Suguru. 

“Hm, is that right?” He questions, guiding your hips back and forth. 

The lowness of his voice crawls over your skin, sparking a match deep inside your stomach. You meant dancing felt good, but now that you thought about it, your bodies pressed together also felt amazing. 

You throw a hand back, placing it on Suguru’s head, bringing him closer to you. Closer, you needed him closer. What the hell was in the drink you had? You were feeling unstoppable. 

You grind your ass against him harder, noting the way his hands tighten around you. It sends a rush of excitement over you, only beckoning you to go further. You run your hands over his arms again, delighting in the rumble you feel come from his chest. 

“Careful, baby.” Suguru warns, placing a slow kiss on your neck. 

How could he tell you to be careful if he was going to tempt you further to the deep end? 

“Or what?” You find yourself asking, looking over your shoulder. 

Fuck. 

You were treading on a thin line, and you knew it. His eyes are narrowed in on you, peeking at you from thin slits. He doesn’t look angry, he looks determined. 

Suguru reaches down, curling his fingers underneath the hem of your dress. He doesn’t pull it up, he just slides his fingers across your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle you. 

You lean forward slightly, pushing your ass out more against him. If he wanted to tease you, two could play at that game. 

It felt like you were the only two ones on the dance floor. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, almost as if you had danced this way with him hundreds of times before. Your mind was dizzy, drunk on the feeling that sunk in your chest. 

As you move, you’re able to feel something underneath you. You only have to glide back and forth several more times before you’re able to deduce what that something was. When you look over your shoulder you see Suguru looking down, his brows furrowed as he watches you grind against him. 

It’s as if he can feel your gaze, because he’s flicking his eyes back up to you. Your stomach immediately drops once you’re caught, but you still delight in the look he’s giving you. A low pressure builds in your core. 

He takes control, practically moving your body for you. You want to feel embarrassed, but you don’t. Not when you know that there’s probably twenty other couples doing the exact same thing. 

You feel like you’re a patient person, never jumping the gun on hardly anything. But in this moment, right now, you’re desperate. 

You turn around, wrapping your arms around him and yanking him down towards you. He instantly gets the hint, grazing his lips against yours. The two of you look into each other's eyes through heavy lids before you press your lips together. 

Kissing Suguru was everything you thought it would be and more. 

His lips tasted smoky like the whiskey he drank earlier on in the night. It suited him. You press your mouth against his harder, silently begging for more. No matter how urgent you felt, Suguru refused to cooperate. He moves on his own time, guiding his lips over yours while his hands trail down your back. It’s painful to wait, your body craving to taste him. 

Suguru slips his tongue through his lips, grazing it against yours before you open your mouth. Fuck, was the room always this hot? Your tongue molds against his, heavy breaths being shared between you two. He slides his hand down your leg, hiking it up against his hip. 

The new angle causes some friction against your core, leaving you reeling. If you didn’t have better self control, you might have just ripped your clothes off in the middle of the dance floor. 

You moan against his lips, making him smile. His fingers grip your leg tightly, so tight you’re sure you would have bruises tomorrow morning. 

His tongue easily follows yours, neither dominating or submissive. You didn’t care if anyone’s eyes were on the both of you. Suguru had you completely entranced. You were sure if he told you to do anything, you would do it. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, reaching up to pull his hair tie out. You run your fingers through his silky hair, appreciating the way it flows through each digit. When his hair falls down, you’re able to get a whiff of his shampoo and probably conditioner (there was no way this man didn’t have a multistep routine). The scent was that of lavender and frankincense. It was calming, just like him. 

Pulling back, you open your eyes to look at his face. He was so fucking handsome. Suguru’s lips follow yours, but you reel your head back even more, granting you just a sliver of space. How cute. His eyes flutter open to look down at you, as if offended you stopped kissing him. 

His amber eyes cause your breathing to stumble, the intensity punching you in your gut. 

“You’re a brat, aren’t you?” He asks, as if he already knows the answer. 

“Why don’t you come find out?” You respond. 

He stares at you for a moment longer, gaze calculating in the way he watches you. A pang of fear grips you, but it’s overshadowed by the alcohol in your system. 

“Let’s get out of here.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. It’s not a question, it’s a statement. One he knows you’ll agree to. 

Suguru pulls back, bringing his hand up to move some of your hair out of your face, behind your ear. He looks at you like you’re delicate china, something he wants to hold and protect. 

Fuck, you really feel bad for not being able to tell him the truth about yourself… 

You force yourself to snap out of it, too intent on enjoying this moment with Suguru. You place a quick kiss on his lips and tug him towards the exit. 

How long has it been since you got laid? 

The prospect of sex was rattling around your brain, making your mouth go dry. When you were dancing on Suguru you could tell he was big, and that fact only messed with you more. Could you take him? Something told you that he would make it fit. 

Suguru slides his keys from his pockets, opening the car door for you once more. Part of you wasn’t even sure you’d be able to wait until you got home to have sex with him. 

“Your house or mine?” You ask, out of breath from the anticipation. 

“Mine’s closer.” He starts the ignition, holding his arm behind your seat to back out. 

Of course he backs out like that. 

Your fingers twitch in your lap with the need to hold him again. The idea of sitting on his lap while he drove was almost too tempting. 

Suguru makes a series of turns until you’re waiting at a stop light, your stomach tingling. 

“Suguru, how much l-“ 

Suguru turns around and grips your chin. He smashes his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off. You can’t help the squeal that falls from your lips at his action. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, making you raise a hand to grip his shirt. 

“Be patient, little one.” Suguru murmurs, pulling back to look into your eyes. 

You furrow your brows, seconds away from groaning. The red hue on his face changes to green and he’s moving back into place, pressing his foot on the gas. 

Handfuls of nice apartment complexes pass by the car as you speed to his house, making you wonder just how rich he was. He said he was a freelancer, but you didn’t know of any freelancers who made this kind of money. 

“We’re here.” He says, easing the car to a stop. 

You lean forward to peer up at the building in front of you. It was incredible. It had to have been at least twenty stories, with glass paneling all around. You’re too busy gawking at the apartment to notice Suguru opening your door, waiting outside for you. 

“Oh, sorry. This is really nice Suguru.” You mumble, taking his hand as you step out. 

Your eyes are locked on the building as you get out, wondering what the inside looks like. It definitely had to be nicer than your place. You were starting to be glad that the two of you didn’t go to your apartment, you weren’t even sure you had picked the laundry up off the floor and here he was living lavishly. 

Suguru tilts your head back to him, garnering your attention once more. He presses his lips against yours, trapping you against the car. His mouth was much more frenzied by now, as he pulled away to leave hot kisses down your neck, sinking his teeth in your throat softly. 

You let out a quiet moan, which makes him grip you tighter. The two of you were beginning to gather attention, as you could feel the heat of people staring as they walked by. 

“S-suguru.” You mumble, tugging his shirt. 

He pulls back and looks down at you with feral eyes before stepping away. Suguru grips your hand, lacing his long fingers around yours while you follow him clumsily to the doors. He nods once to the front desk attendant before stopping in front of the elevators. Your body heat is steadily rising as you get closer to his apartment. His hand flexes around yours as the elevator slowly inches closer and closer to the bottom floor. 

The second the doors open he’s dragging you inside, pressing you against the shiny walls. His lips are back on your throat in an instant, his hot breath caressing your neck as he nips you. The elevator was too small, the heat the two of you were emitting only circulating making you even more dizzy. You moan and dig your nails into his shirt, pulling him closer to you. His hips press into you, and you’re able to feel his hardness again. 

Hell, if he wasn’t going to make it fit, then you were. 

Beeps from the elevator fill the small room as you slowly crawl to the next floor. Your eyes are glued to the red numbers at the top, watching them get higher and higher. 

Suguru sinks his teeth near your jugular and begins to suck, relishing in the groan you release. Your lips are slightly parted as you indulge in the sensation of his tongue working your neck. He was definitely going to leave hickeys, but you didn’t care. You bring your hand down and graze his crotch, brushing past his hard cock. Suguru takes in a quick breath, his fingers digging harder into you. 

The elevator beeps once more before you’re at floor twenty, the doors slowly opening. 

“Suguru-“ 

He pulls away and smashes his lips to yours before stepping away. The look in his eyes is a far cry from his appearance when you met him in that quiet bookstore. 

You sink your teeth into your lip as he leads you down the hall, perfect white tiles lining the path as you go. The wetness between your legs was beginning to borderline on uncomfortable, and a throbbing sensation was shooting up from your core. Suguru stops in front of a door and rips his keys from his pocket, jamming them into the knob. Simultaneously he’s turning his head to kiss you again, finding the fact of being away from you unbearable. You hold the side of his face and stick your tongue out, tangling with his as the door opens and the two of you stumble inside. 

“Oh, you’re home early.” A voice comes from inside the house. 

Suguru pulls away from you and looks over his shoulder. 

“Satoru, you said you wouldn’t be back until 11.” 

…Satoru? 

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[lightblueminecraftorchid]

My roommate and I had a conversation last night and I keep rotating it in my brain and I Don’t Like It

[magical-girl-coral]

Kipperlilly and Lucy for "value me" either way works wonders in my mind

anons in my inbox want to make me suffer. well, jokes on you, bitch, we're in this together now.

"As Lucy knelt down by her best friend's grave and laid her favorite flowers on the flat ground before removing the weeds around the headstone, she found herself having to fight the urge to punch a fist through the word written on the tomb. It took her a second to realize she clenched her hand hard enough to draw blood, so instead she takes a deep inhale of air, exhales it slowly, kneels down and takes out a flimsy piece of paper that her prepared speech on it. This is all a part of the healing journey, Lucy reminded herself. This just a part of the process. Like Jawbone said, we can get out any time we want if it doesn't help. She dusted her dress and cleared her throat. "Dearest Kipperlilly, it's been five months since you died and I came back to our world. We've somehow managed to enter our senior year after an insane summer full of crazy missions, and our grades aren't as bad as we feared they'd be. We still need to find another member for our party before senior year ends or we'll be broken up, but a part of me thinks you're enjoying that right now." Lucy cringed at her own loose tongue. Don't go off script. You wrote this. "All our friends are doing better than I had hoped. Ivy is acing her ranger classes and is bonding with her classmates. Oisin found a close friendship with Ayda, finally finding someone who's just as a massive nerd as he is. Ruben is still having trouble finding himself again after everything that happened, but I heard he's working on a new album with Fig, so I hope that will help him. Mary Ann and Gorgug are still going strong. I'm still trying to wrap my head around how she bagged him so fast. One second you were dying and burning and I was dying with you and the next-" Lucy choked on her tears. "God fucking damn it, why did you do it Kipperlilly?" she asked the ground, clenching that sad of paper in her hand. "Why did you have to do all of that? Did you really never have any faith in us? Were we not strong enough for you? Not powerful enough? Not fucking loyal enough? I loved you! I was in love with you! I memorized all your eating habits so one day I'll cook you breakfast! I remember how much you hate the smell of fish and how you liked sour foods more than you'd like to admit! You told me you loved me, Kipperlilly? How fucked up do you have to be to think that love should be thing that throws you into an early grave?!" The tears that dropped from her face smeared the ink. "And the worst part after the betrayal? I still fucking love you. I want you back in my life so bad that it feels like I'm dying all over again. And I can't tell this to anyone cause who would understand me? Thanks to everything you've done, everyone just sees you as that side little mean girl that wasn't even important enough to be the main villain or henchmen. They'll never understand how light I felt when I was around you. All my life I had to carry my heart on my own, but I met you, and it finally felt like someone carried this awful burden with me and I was able to breath just like everyone else. Who is supposed to hold my heart now, Kipperlilly? I can't handle this all on my own again!" Lucy wiped the rest of her tears and stood up tall from the grave. "I don't even know if you're hearing me, or if you bother to listen to what I have to say, but I hope you still believe everything you've done was worth it. Because there was some nights I wonder if it was ever worth it meeting you." She turned and left with those last words, ignoring the pitying look the gravekeeper gave her as she left the cemetery to gain back whatever was left of her life. Somewhere deep in hell, a lost soul felt lose it's last shard of hope.

[karliahs]

bnha fic recs!! gen with a hurt/comfort theme

i've read such good fics lately and you should too! these are all gen, mostly midoriya-centric with lots of aizawa, lots of hurt/comfort and quite a lot of shinsou also.

also i limited myself to reccing one fic per author bc otherwise this would be so unmanageably long. i recommend checking out all their other works too!!

hold onto nothing (hold onto me) by starburstsunshine

"Young kid, powerful Quirk he can't control, so they think it currently only works in extremes. So his Quirk makes someone feel the same as they had felt during their best memories. Or, rather, at their worst." That's funny, Izuku thinks. He doesn't feel anything at all. Izuku gets hit by a wayward Quirk during a rescue, and is left to deal with the repercussions.

goddddd this author's aizawa...it was so so hard to choose one fic to rec bc they have so much incredible stuff, but i really really like the dissociation depiction here!

like stained glass by SpiritusRex

“It hurts,” Izuku whispers to no one, voice thin and choked. Letting the words out makes it all feel real, and the tears he’d been holding back finally break the dam and roll down his cheeks. Wrapping his own arms around himself as he trembles in the storm of his despair is as close as he’ll be able to get to comfort right now. “It hurts, it hurts.” He doesn’t want to have to do this alone. He’s so tired of having to push through pain alone. It’s something he’s been doing all his life, but can’t he, just once, have someone to hold him up when he stumbles? Just once. That’s all he’s asking for.

i feel like this fic was designed in a lab to make me specifically go insane. such incredibly powerful hurt/comfort & exploration of how it feels to never let yourself have comfort

Jumping on Grenades by DemyxDancer

Shinsou once told Class 1-A that he didn't intend to make friends. He didn't realize that: 1. Midoriya took that as a personal challenge; 2. Midoriya always achieves his goals no matter what; 3. Becoming friends with Midoriya inevitably involves bonding over surviving villain attacks. The school gym is being attacked by a villain whose Quirk makes you hallucinate your worst fears, and it's somehow come down to Shinsou to save the day. Welcome to the Hero Course!

this author has so many incredible shindeku fics, platonic and romantic (this one in platonic). i adore their shinsou and this thoughtful exploration of his integration into 1-a and the world of real villain attacks

parallaxis by yamadadzawa

Even through the haze of panic, the feeling of glass in his lungs and throat as he struggled to breathe when he saw his name in 20th place at the end of the quirk test, Izuku still knew one thing with brutal clarity. It’s not possible that he was in last place. And if Aizawa-sensei was willing to tamper with his score on the quirk test, then he’s probably willing to do the same with Izuku’s grades. And if Aizawa-sensei is willing to do it, the other teachers at Yuuei probably are too. Hence his now established practice of checking his graded work against Iida’s.

i love this author's aizawa so so much and it was hard to choose one fic to rec, but i adore this creative manifestation of how izuku's history with schools/teachers could manifest

some bridges should be burnt by orkestrations

Sir Nighteye doesn't think Izuku has what it takes to be a hero. He especially doesn't think Izuku should have been chosen to wield One For All. That's okay! Really! It is! It's hardly the first time Izuku has had people trying to stop him. He'll be fine. He can handle this. Tsuyu and Ochako think differently. They watch his stress levels rise and his self-confidence fall, and they don't like what they're seeing. Perhaps, it's time for an intervention.

such good tsuyu & ochako & izuku friendship. tsuyu especially really shines here and i am always so here for dismantling izuku thinking he just has to take whatever bad thing is thrown at him

Voices by SquirrelWriter

Hitoshi has a thing about voices. Part of it's because of his Quirk, probably. He's always listening for that reply. It's the opening, the chink in a person's armor that lets his own voice slip in and hijack their brain. But part of it is that most people are wary around him, so when someone does talk, particularly to him, it stands out.

really thoughtful shinsou character study and exploration of him joining 1-A & making friends, plus some lovely emotional hurt/comfort at the end

Things that Haunt Our Hallways by ghostwriterofthemachine

“It was a kid,” Yagi gasped out. He had his hand balled up into a fist and the fist pressed to his lips, as if to remind himself that he could not start screaming. “Or. Young person, maybe 20. Homeless, I think. Activated their Quirk on reflex and then ran. The kids—” Here, he pressed his fist harder to his mouth, sucked in a wheezing breath, as if the air itself was pushing down something with physical weight. “The kids—” “Scattered immediately,” Aizawa finished for him, and Yagi managed a nod.   Yagi’s eyes were so dilated that the blue was almost invisible. He shook violently. He looked like a scarecrow in a windstorm.    Someone activated a Fear-Inducer Quirk so powerful that it reduced All Might to this— of course Aizawa’s class had bolted.  Or: A Fear Gas fic, BNHA style.

such a juicy excellent premise with really satisfying exection

The Fine Jar by BrightShadow

Aizawa has had it up to here with his class claiming to be fine when they're not. Desparate times call for desparate measures. Enter the Fine Jar.

this one is so cute and funny with such memorable lines, and then it dove deep into addressing some of my fave topics in a really satisfying way!

[beardedmrbean]

[Huey Zoomer Anon]

“If the department of education is destroy, kids won’t read!”-BITCH THE RUNNING JOKE IN THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY IS THAT AMERICANS ARE SO STUPID BECAUSE HOW SHIT OUR LITERACY RATES AND CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS ARE THE WORST IN THE FIRST WORLD!

Tumblr have a lot of people from different parts of the world here…but you seen how dense they are to basically storytelling!

I mean since l was 13 and got into stories discourse I go “How the fuck you got THAT interpretation?”

Than it got much worse…seriously these cannot handle complex shit

Also the department of education doesn’t mean it a free for all. And while it was bad with unhinged millennials on social media in the 2010’s

My generation comprehension skills makes me go “KILL THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION TRUMP, AVENGE THOSE WHO WAS MADE STUPID BY IT! SAVE THE GEN ALPHA!”

It not going to be a mad max free for all y’all…but would love not to have 54% of the population unable to read past, 5th or 6th grade? Seriously how are we so stupid?

“If the department of education is destroy, kids won’t read!”-BITCH THE RUNNING JOKE IN THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY IS THAT AMERICANS ARE SO STUPID BECAUSE HOW SHIT OUR LITERACY RATES AND CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS ARE THE WORST IN THE FIRST WORLD!

There's a whole lot of irony involved in saying so many Americans are stupid and thinking we should keep the DOE which has been around long enough for us to be able to chart the downward direction we've gone in education since it was put into place.

Sometimes you have to try something different, because what's going on now is obviously not working.

Tumblr have a lot of people from different parts of the world here…but you seen how dense they are to basically storytelling! I mean since l was 13 and got into stories discourse I go “How the fuck you got THAT interpretation?” Than it got much worse…seriously these cannot handle complex shit

Sad part is even when things are spelled out for people they still don't get it at times.

That and things like people saying that Tolkien's works aren't Christian despite the man saying that yes they're Christian, or the students arguing with Ray Bradbury about the interpretation of his own book and telling him, the author, that he was wrong.

The arrogance is astounding, you can read it how you like but you don't get to tell the author they're wrong about their own book.

My generation comprehension skills makes me go “KILL THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION TRUMP, AVENGE THOSE WHO WAS MADE STUPID BY IT! SAVE THE GEN ALPHA!”

Nothing wrong with baseline standards being given, everyone that graduates HS should have knowledge of XYZ isn't bad, but different districts should be given more of a free reign to adapt their curriculum to the students they have.

It's a thing that people closer to the ground need to have a big say in.

DOE says, all 8th grade graduates should be able to name the 3 branches of the US government and give a rough description of what their role in running the country is.

Then they leave it up to the various state and local governments and school districts to come up with how to accomplish that.

It not going to be a mad max free for all y’all…but would love not to have 54% of the population unable to read past, 5th or 6th grade? Seriously how are we so stupid?

I would like that fixed for sure, number is way too high.

Never figured out what that whole thing means since I know it doesn't mean that people are illiterate, not like everyone should be reading Tolstoy or anything like that.

If you can make it through the new Percy Jackson book without trouble that should probably be mostly ok for anyone imho.

Voter information packet comes out and things in it make sense you should be good really.

Or maybe that's just me

[eraofprocrastination]

was adding an obnoxiously long reblog to @stygianfalcatasword's post about the opening of House of Hades and now I'm reflecting on the impact of middle-grade books when I was a middle-grade-aged reader so here's an essay, enjoy.

I was one of those kids that got into the YA genre before even becoming a teenager and I'm only now realizing that it's because teen fantasy/fiction had so much more emotional rawness to it that I needed to see. Even though it wasn't my intended age range, I needed characters who experienced rage and held grudges and felt depressed. And I could only find those in YA novels.

The thing is, a lot of people will joke about "oh so you got into smut early? join the club." I am asexual. It has never been and never will be about the smut. Plenty of middle-grade books had (straight) romance. It was never about the love stories, either.

It was about the fact that I was a 12-year-old who needed to turn to 16 to 18-year-old characters to find people whose emotional states felt "relatable." I already had a good dose of trauma by that age, so reading your standard Middle School Adventure series didn't hold a lot of interest for me, particularly because the characters were written by these adult authors as Happy Innocent Children who maybe cry when things get bad.

There were very very few middle-grade characters who felt grief and rage and injustice. I grew up reading kid's magazine articles about climate change and the extinction of the white rhino and the fact that a penny costs more than a penny to make. I understood the unfairness around me far better than the characters in the books I read, so I looked for books with darker themes and angrier worlds because those just made sense.

Call me cynical and jaded or whatever, but I think that adults constantly underestimate the amount of responsibility and anger that "young kids" are able to feel, especially within classroom environments where acting out emotionally is so forbidden. As a middle schooler, I felt like my "inner world" was messed up because it didn't match what all the adults around me were telling me I should see.

So yes I loved reading YA fantasy (even with unnecessary smut), because at least these were characters who felt their pain and could take action about it. I could find girls who felt anger and swung their swords about it. I could read about corrupt government and world-level crises and then put myself into the heads of the teenagers/adults who had to handle those things.

I read books about mental health crises and suicide because I understood them and needed to see characters reflect that. I heard a lot of "oh so it's the books that are making you feel depressed?" and NO, I read those books about depression because I felt depressed and I needed reassurance that people do in fact experience that. I read books about queer characters because I was queer — they didn't make me queer. I went looking for stories that reflected my experiences, and there weren't many in my age range. So what did I do? Age myself up.

And all of those books were intended for 16-18 year olds and I was 12 and I Did Not Care because no literary 12yo was feeling what I was feeling.

Not a lot of authors in the younger category understood what kind of responsibility and emotional turmoil a person can develop within the first decade-and-a-half of life.

This comes back to why Rick Riordan's writing is so deeply beloved to me, because he takes these children who are already relatable through their personalities (I could do a whole other rant about personality diversity) and then throws in truckloads of trauma and balances it all out well enough for it to be appropriate reading for an eleven-year-old.

With RR books, I didn't have to risk the "what if there's smut/violence/*enter other triggers here*" game in order to find mental states that resembled mine — because I did understand on some level that even though the YA books were more relatable, they were still pretty damaging in terms of material.

I could be 9 and open up The Lightning Thief and Luke would already be embittered against the gods. I could be 12 and read about Reyna's trauma and unresolved anger, and Percy's willingness to commit several murders, and Nico's shame about his sexuality, and every character's survivor's guilt/depression/justice complex — and still have what was essentially a fun middle-grade book.

Because somehow RR understands that yeah, there are 13yo kids out there who feel rage to the levels of wanting at least the catharsis of reading a literary murder, but those kids also need to laugh and smile about giants being hit in the eye by blue plastic hairbrushes.

Anyway I think this is a big reason that the YA genre has had such a huge boom recently and also why people tend to look down on kid's lit despite the gems in it. There's a whole complex of being "intellectually/emotionally superior" if you read YA over middle grade because middle grade books are shallow.

But middle schoolers are not shallow!!! They are complex, developing human beings!!! And we don't see that accurately portrayed in books!!! Stop being cynical about the amount of violence a book needs for it not to be shallow. The Game of Thrones series (I'm judging by the show) counters that mindset very nicely.

I do understand that there's a need for happier stories in kid's lit but I would argue that there's a dearth of them in adult literature. And there are plenty of ways to characterize, humanize and validate pre-teens and early teens without throwing in violence.

There just has to be a lot more understanding in regards to what those age ranges know about their world.

[wolvsaalt]

Hey yall so im someone who used to be a relatively close friend of cool guy (she probably considered me closer than i considered her). We had eachothers numbers and would facetime like every single day because she would whine and get upset if i didnt wanna call her. I feel like i have a lot of traction here because when we called i was able to see who cool guy truly was as a person.

But anyways im here to say that cool guy is a fucking terrible and evil person and yall should avoid her like the plague that she is and if she isnt already on your block list then block her IMMEDIATELY.

this paragraph includes accounts from the other people in that friend group who actually knew cool guy in real life (they all go to the same school meanwhile im long distance from all of them) 1 of them is on wolvden and the other 2 have no clue what wolvden is. 

You know its bad when cool guys irl friends are getting involved lmao. 

we know this entire paragraph is gonna give away who we are to cool guy but we really dont care. 

we know for an absolute fact cool guy isnt gonna take this well bc we all know that she handles all conflict in the most immature way possible but were all tired of her. Shes been such a horrible person to us and others and we just needed to share our experiences with her.

Cool guy if you have something to say then text us.

Before i start, i wanna say at the time im writing this (feb 2 2025) cool guy is 13 years old and i can absolutely confirm this.

she is NOT 18 or any other age that shes said. Shes 13. Shes in 8th grade. Ive literally seen her face and everything. Shes 13 and wouldve been 10 at the time she started wolvden. cool guy is a literal child but this goes way beyond just some immature kid being an asshole on the internet. Shes actually a freaking sociopath

but anyways im just gonna jump into the weird stuff she did because oh my god this girl is actually evil a lot of the stuff she did was straight up predatory.

Something weird that she would do was she would randomly force me and the other people in that friend group to watch porn with her. We would be facetiming and she would just randomly start screen sharing porn. She would also just randomly show us videos of people giving birth.... and like OBVIOUSLY that made everyone uncomfortable meanwhile she would just be laughing the whole time. She would then turn around and say that we were the ones forcing her to watch porn..? Idk something i noticed cool guy does is that she projects on people A LOT. Whenever shes being a huge asshole and gets called out for it she immediately starts projecting onto other people and acts like we're the assholes and that shes the victim.

A topic i wanna talk about thats mentioned a lot on here is cool guy making violent threats towards her friends. She hasnt just threatened this, shes ACTED on it. In the friend group i was in with cool guy, there were 3 other people who actually knew cool guy in real life (they go to the same school and I was long distance from all of them.)

They told me that Cool guy would often assault them and that cool guy literally beat one of them with a block of ice (if youve ever been hit by a snowball with a chunk of ice in it you know how much that HURTS. now take that and quadruple it.)

Another time she beat that same person over the head with a statue.

Another one of them said that cool guy strangled her and they took a picture of it.

They both said that cool guy would have "strength contests" where cool guy would basically just punch both of them as hard as she could. (i feel like she would have these "contests" just so she could feel like she was stronger than her friends because cool guy was always insecure asf)

this is literal psychopath behavior. Cool guy has literally expressed wanting to go further than this and was legit venting about how she wants to murder and hurt her friends and family, literally going into graphic detail.

Cool guy has always expressed a desire to control people and wanting people to worship her. She would also often make jokes about molesting kids and make a lot of revolting sexual comments. One time someone posted a picture of them with their younger cousin in the group chat and cool guy immediately made a sexual comment. We got upset with her for it, then she got upset with us for getting upset with her..? she then yelled about how we dont pay attention to her. this is literal future groomer behavior but make of that what you will. Judging by the type of person she is i would absolutely not be surprised.

dude i  wish i took screenshots when that happened bc it was actually wild. but we would migrate group chats often and i deleted the gc that it happened in.

Also all the rumors about cool guy being a columbine romanticizer are ABSOLUTELY TRUE. she would not freaking shut up about the columbine shooters. Whenever we facetimed she would just go on a tangent about them and would try to get us to watch documentaries about the shooting. one time she went on a rant about them for atleast 25 minutes bro. She even turned her literal roblox avatar into one of the shooters??? 

I remember one time we were calling and i just straight up asked her if she romanticized the shooters.She said no and then not even 10 minutes later made sexual jokes about both of the shooters. She would make a lot of jokes about the shooting. Like dawg people DIED during that. So many parents lost their kids. Dude if you didnt romanticize the shooting you wouldnt make jokes about it and make a literal roblox cosplay of a shooter.

school shootings are literally an ongoing issue and youre just gonna sexualize shooters and make jokes and make a roblox cosplay of a fucking school shooter? She would also make "jokes" about shooting up her school but idk how much of that was a joke. Some of her wolves are columbine themed as well, or atleast her leader is.

whenever one of us said we didnt wanna hear about shooters bc it made us uncomfortable (obviously.. currently being in the american education system and all) she would get a little pissy and be like "well its MY interest"

She had a tumblr blog (at the time of writing this it was deleted it 4 hours ago) that was completely dedicated to romanticizing the shooters and reblogging anything columbine related.

Cool guy actually needs to be put on a watchlist if shes expressing desire to hurt and kill people, and is obsessed with the literal columbine shooters. She is genuinely so concerning and i dont think anyone who is close to her is safe.

btw after cool guy got called out for being a romanticizer, she immediately made up a lie that she had experienced a school shooting. she has NEVER been in a shooting before and i can say that with complete confidence. 

She completely made that up so people would feel guilty about coming after her for being a columbine romanticizer. If yall cant see how much of an utter sociopath cool guy is then idk what to say.

Honestly my advice to yall is to just not believe a word cool guy says. ALL of cool guys stories are absolutely made tf up or blown way out of proportion so people pay more attention to her. she loves twisting tf out of things 

at the time of writing this i havent talked to cool guy in nearly 2 months. i was trying to recall something good about our relationship and realized i literally couldnt. Cool guy was always a giga asshole to me and everyone else in that group and i always felt like a worse person after interacting with her. She would often tell me to kill myself when i was already in a suicidal headspace. Not just that she literally blackmailed me into giving her like half my inventory on wolvden and didnt even feel sorry. I saw someone make a comment about cool guy keeping them out of trouble. Dude, in the whole like 10 months i was friends with cool guy she only ever got me into trouble. Like the first week i started talking to her she dragged me into a bunch of drama with agregg that i wanted and had absolutely nothing to do with. She would also CONSTANTLY be putting others down and just throwing insults and hurtful comments every second she got. At first i thought she was just doing it bc shes some insecure asshole(which she is) but now i realize it was probably to establish some type of control and i seemed to be her main target in that.

She would also make wayy too over the top sexual comments towards everyone in that group. And would often just randomly be like "i jerked it to a picture of you!!" 

btw i literally just checked my toy house after months and i found she left this..?

oh my god that just reminded me that i was showing her pictures of my cat who had died a few years prior and she said he was hot and made sexual jokes about him MULTIPLE TIMES... Dude add zoophile to the list of things to keep an eye on cool guy for good lord.

also one time i said i didnt really like the design of one of her favorite characters (glisten from dandys world) and she absolutely blew tf up on me and said a lot of really hurtful things all bc i said i didnt like the design of a character lmfao. idk just thought i should mention this cuz i think it really shows cool guy taking every disagreement as a personal attack. Whenever we had any kind of disagreement she would immediately jump to insults, accusations, and bringing up her trauma. she also never apologizes whenever she crosses lines and actually hurts people.

She would also just escalate situations and make them way worse than they needed to be. Like dude you really dont need to nearly cost us our relationship all bc i said i didnt like your favorite character? she just seems to thrive off of drama and will drag things out for as long as she can. i seriously dont think cool guy realizes her actions have consequences which is probably why she acts the way she does. People say this all the time but you seriously need to think before you act

btw i just wanted to tell yall that cool guy is actually so freaking delusional. Cool guy has an insane level of self righteousness and a god complex that makes her completely unable to tell when shes in the wrong in a situation because she believes she couldnt possibly be wrong. This leads to her always playing the victim and getting extremely defensive whenever someone even slightly disagrees with her. She seriously doesnt know how to take accountability for her actions. and just denies she ever did anything wrong or just tries to turn it around on other people.

Someone really needs to push her off her high horse cuz that thing is in the stratosphere.

this isnt me just making bold accusations these are things ive observed from literally every single interaction over the months

anyways heres a lightning round of other weird stuff she did while i was friends with her but i couldnt rlly fit it anywhere else

she wrote a fan fiction about my oc sexually assaulting someone. Like ripping their underwear off?? (i had to just erase this oc that i actually really liked bc i couldnt look at them the same way) the fan fiction is the screenshots down below (dento and was my oc)

made a lot of jokes about sexually assaulting us

one time she told me to be careful because she might mistake me for a loli (if you dont know what a loli is its literally CP)

i remember she was like weirdly ableist?

i feel like i have to say this a bunch of times but she was just an extremely toxic and weird person to be around if you couldnt tell. please stay clear of her.

she has a horrendous god complex and level of self righteousness and entitlement. She believes shes better than everyone and her ego is through the roof. How are you gonna have such a high ego when you told me you never wash your hair..?

the sexual jokes she made were absolutely gut wrenching and so unfunny oh my goddd

cool guy has a weird tendency to gravitate towards problematic people which explains a lot

she kept telling me and others to kill themselves

was uncomfortably possessive and would  try to separate us from our other friends bc she only wanted us to hang out with her

she is absolutely the textbook definition of a hypocrite. she would always yell at people to "be mature" and "act their age" yet she is the most immature person ive EVER met. dude ive met literal toddlers more mature than her and im not even joking

also, here are just some screenshots i took from cool guys discord server (just the servers that i was in). honestly the things that went down in her server could be a whole post in itself but im just putting a few of them here. she did worse stuff in this server than whats showed in the screenshots but again, the discord stuff could be a whole post in itself. everyones name but cool guys is censored, colors represent different people

(cool guy just being rlly uncomfortable)

(her trying to say that we were the ones forcing her to watch porn when it was completely the other way around)

(she got in an argument with someone in the server and sent us this. She absolutely did joke about molesting kids in the server)

if you currently interact with cool guy at all i seriously recommend cutting any and all ties with her. If you dont already have her blocked then block her immediately 😭. dont trade with her, dont message her, dont respond to her, block her on discord, ban her from your servers, just dont interact with her at all pleaaaasee. honestly lets just shun cool guy out of wolvden at this point

cool guys tag is 94600 for anyone wanting to go block her.

srry if a few things in this are a lil redundant. this essay was slapped together by all of us in the notes app over  a pretty long time. we kinda werent sure if we should post this so weve been holding onto this since like the beginning of february. we just needed our voices to be heard

since i know how much cool guy loves putting the blame on everyone but herself and not taking accountability. Cool guy, you have to understand that absolutely NONE of this wouldve happened if you were just a better fucking person. You wouldnt of lost all your friends, you wouldnt have an entire fandom of people who absolutely hate your guts and people would like you more (its such a shocker that not being a pos makes people like you more). you are completely doing this to yourself

It seems that every time you try to better yourself you just revert back to your old self in a matter of days. I seriously suggest getting off of wolvden and the internet because its clearly a toxic environment for you and is absolutely horrible for your mental health.  

in the 10 months ive known you ive legit watched the toll its had on your mental health in real time. dude seriously GET OFF the internet. it really helps. 

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[soniccrazygal]

In your tadc au, before I forget how exactly was thr relantionship with Mike with his father and siblings before being trapped inside the game and with the whole ordeal of David being sick and all?

You unlocked a major lore dump, prepare for the essay!

Before David got sick, they were a mostly functioning family. Yes, William tended to spend more late nights at work than he probably should have, but he always made the effort to be there for important days like birthdays or school events. He was also willing to let his kids try out the new games that they were working on once they were old enough, which was a win-win situation as it got his games free beta testing and feedback from the target audience as well as made him and his kids feel more connected.

The siblings themselves got along fine during this time with the normal amount of sibling rivalries and teasing. Mike might have been a little jealous at first when his siblings were born as he naturally got less attention, but that balanced out well since he was the first to be able to try out games for William.

Once David got sick things started to fall apart, especially once it became clear that David wasn't going to be cured for a long time if ever. William threw himself into work because felt useless at home and needed to be able to do something and what little time spent at home was usually spent with David since he "needed" William's attention the most, making Elizabeth and Mike feel abandoned and neglected by him.

Elizabeth coped with this by trying to be the perfect daughter, desperately seeking the few words of praise William would give her for her high grades and academic achievements. Mike became moody and started lashing out, mostly with angry shouting matches and insults. A part of Mike wanted to blame David since he was the sick one who made their dad change, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when David was getting weaker and weaker but was so happy to have Mike's company whenever the older boy read to him or played with him. So instead, Mike blamed William for not handling the situation as an adult should and spending time with the entire family as they all went through this hard time.

Eventually, the tension between William and Mike got to be too much for Mike and he left, moving out and leaving the company position William had given him. He still kept in contact with his siblings via letters and phone calls, but he tried to avoid William at all costs. And even that contact became less frequent which is why he didn't notice right away that his siblings stopped picking up the phone or writing back.

Once he heard that kids were trapped in a game and realized he couldn't get in contact with his siblings at all, Mike felt incredibly guilt and would berate himself for doing exactly what he got angry at William for, making him desperate to set things "right". That guilt still haunts him even in the circus, wondering if he could have stopped things from getting this bad if he had stayed.