#is my potentially cancellable take but anyway

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

How do I say this without getting dogpiled:

I, too, desperately need to see Glorfindel come to life in today's media, but I am not so desperate that I would want it in Rings of Power, do you know what I mean?

[oatmealwrites]

Initiation

nsfw [FRAT JJK AU] CHOSO X F! READER

Hematology Student! Frat Brother! Jealous! Choso x Grad Student! Reader

Synopsis: It's Yuji's pledge initiation and you've been dragged out to the JJK function to celebrate the fact he's a full member now. Of course the main reason you want to go is to see the one man completely off limits: Yuji's brother Choso. With alcohol flowing and music playing, maybe he'll admit the only reason he comes to these parties is the off chance you show up

NSFWWW (porn with plot LMAO, mdni) Roomate Suguru, slutty Satoru, mentions of alcohol, oral [m receiving], oral [f receiving], female anatomy, she/her pronouns, p in v, unprotected, creampie, aftercare, yuji is a cockblock, helpless pining, jealously, established relationship at the end

this is a LONG ass fic but I had wayyy to much fun writing it hehehe [i wanna keep doing fics like this in the future too]

Word count: 12.8 k (LET ME COOK OK)

Masterlist

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Papers scattered, Red Bulls empty, and lofi playing in the background, it’s one of the rare evenings Suguru joins you at the shared kitchen table to study for an exam. Silently, you pass snacks and drinks to each other, only looking up from your content material to stretch the ache building in your back muscles. On any other Thursday night Suguru would leave you, his roommate, alone in the shared apartment for a ‘chapter meeting’ and return late in the night to continue his studies alone in his room while you stayed in the same position hunched over the wood table for hours on end. 

A comfortable silence lingers between the two of you, each too focused on your separate exams to make small talk, but enjoying the atmosphere of not studying alone. It’s a routine that occurs several times a week, and one of the rare occasions you’re actually productive. Eventually the lofi playing on the tv in the living room hits an ad roll and you both take it as a moment to break from the material.

“God this exam is going to be the end of me… remind me why I chose oncology as my specialization again?”

“Pretty sure it was just because Satoru persuaded you to stay in the same med field as him-”

He kicks your shin from under the table and laughs with as much emotion as he could muster given the 3rd hour of review you’ve begun. You weren’t in the same field as Suguru, hell not even the same school of study within the university, but that didn’t stop you from spending hours together reviewing material in a shared state of depression.

“Speaking of which- Satoru’s on his way over.”

Suguru scrolls through his phone mindlessly and pushes back from the table to clear some of the empty snack wrappers that littered the kitchen. You lean back in your chair and frown at him, “Huh? I thought your stupid chapter thing was cancelled.”

He takes a moment to step back from the running sink and flicks some water at you with a smirk, “Ok it’s not stupid, it’s called loyalty to a frat.”

“Yea more like cult-”

He splashes you again, laughing at the way you shriek and desperately try to protect your notes from the potential water damage.

“Ok Ok fine, frat. But why is he coming here anyways?”

Suguru dries his hand on the cheap kitchen towel you bought together when you both moved in and slides his phone off the counter to check his messages again; his other hand runs through the long dark hair he’s let hang freely down. 

��Hmm, not sure. He said he’d be here in 10 minutes roughly an hour ago… so that means-”

There’s a quick courtesy knock at the door before the sound of the spare key turning the lock clicks and the wood swings open. Satoru saunters in, no backpack with him, and shuts the door before pulling out a chair, throwing his coat somewhere on the floor, and sitting like he is a third unannounced roommate. 

“Hey~”

Suguru opens the fridge and slides him a canned soft drink before walking around to sit back in his original spot.

You don’t mind him, but you do mind the fact this small 15 minute study break could very well turn into a 90 minute one if he plans on staying a while. 

“Hey, what are you doing here? No exams to cram for?”

He slides off the sunglasses covering his eyes, even though it’s 6pm, and rests his chin in his hand, letting strands of milky white hair swing idly. 

“Nah, not into all that stuff-,” Suguru and you exchange a tired look, “I’m actually here to collect my vice president.”

Suguru sighs and leans his head to the side, making no effort to hide the exhaustion on his face, “Seriously, Satoru? What do you need me for? Chapter’s cancelled this week to prep for the pledges’ final initiation.”

“That’s why I need you! Nanami is holding the frat treasury hostage as we speak– without your override we won’t be able to pay the downpayment on the rental house.”

There’s a twitch in your eyebrow at the conversation. Nearly all your friends were involved with Greek Life in some sort of way, but the frat JJK was infamous for their extravagant parties. Most likely the white haired man’s fault for his expensive taste in renting out a house for each function- finding it easier to simply pay the damages and cleaning fees than actually take care of the property. 

“I’ll go with you to Haibara’s, but that’s it Satoru.”

You snap back into the conversation between your roommate and his best friend for the last few sentences, “Suguru and I planned on a delivery order while we studied. Do you wanna come back here with your bag afterwards and join us?”

Satoru breaks the pleading look on his face and turns to you with an airy laugh, “I already said exams aren’t really my thing, I don’t really like trying that hard. Besides,” he puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I’ll probably be borrowing him for a few hours anyways~”

Suguru shakes his head and stands up to head over to the coat rack and flip through the jackets before sliding on his winter coat. Satoru follows suit and stands up but doesn’t leave the table’s edge; instead he admires your burnt out state. Hair sloppily thrown back, one of Suguru’s undergrad sweatshirts, comfy pants that are nearing 4 years old, and skincare done but no makeup applied. 

“You should come.”

“What?”

Satoru makes no move towards his jacket and stays looking at you, “You should come to this party once I get Nanami to approve the budget.”

You stay motionless for a few seconds, already knowing your answer of ‘no’ before the sentence can form on your tongue. 

“That’s not her vibe Satoru, you know that,” Suguru wraps a dark scarf around his neck and tosses the puffer jacket towards his friend. 

“Still, it would be good to get you out of the house.”

A small ‘V’ is formed by the scrunching of your eyebrows as you watch the man now finally shimmy the coat he threw on the floor back onto his shoulders.

“I do leave the house for your information. I actually go to class and regularly study at the library in addition to meeting with my thesis professor.”

Satoru lifts his hands and rolls his eyes dramatically, “Oh my, what a great social life you got there. At this rate I’m sure the space between your thighs has grown cobwebs.”

“Hey!”

“Satoru-” Suguru warns his friend with a slight shove. 

He raises his hands in defense but turns back to you, “ok my bad, rude wording. But still, you need some stress relief,” he snaps his fingers, “or sex relief.”

Suguru smacks him again while Satoru is too busy laughing at his own joke before pulling up the zipper on his jacket. You stand and turn to the fridge, trying to avoid letting the truthfulness of the commnet get under your skin. You’ve gone on dates before, mostly with assholes who never get a second one, but it’s not like you were actively trying to stay single, just no one caught your eye.

Ok that’s a lie.

In all honesty nearly every member of that stupid frat was painfully attractive, but the one you couldn’t help thinking about was the only one totally off limits: your best friend Yuji’s older brother. 

God even thinking about him was enough to make you lose focus as you dug around in the fridge for another energy drink. Dark hair pulled back, a scar? No, birthmark? Tattoo? Across this bridge of his nose, and a body you’re sure is sculpted from marble. To top it off he never once made you feel uncomfortable or objectified like half the members of the frat did when they flirted at parties. Nope, he was a total gentleman who always put his brothers first and never asked for anything in return. 

Suguru brings his index finger under his chin in a silent thought while Satoru rubs the spot on his arm where he was just punched.

“Come to think of it, when was the last time you brought someone home?”

An apple from the refrigerator flies towards both of them, but Satoru catches it with ease and begins to howl with laughter. Suguru laughs a little, though less mockingly than his friend, “you know I wouldn’t mind having to give you a noise complaint once in a while.”

“BOTH OF YOU-!”

The two men continue their laughter and torment, making your frustration only grow inexplicably bigger as you watch. 

“Alright well,” Satoru wipes a tear from his eye and opens the door to slide the spare key back under the welcome mat, “Wish us luck on getting this party approved! See ya later babe~”

Suguru gives him one last push before waving off and shutting the door behind him while you sit alone at the kitchen table now listening to the subtle lofi continuing to play in the background. It’s lonelier but not unfamiliar as you collect your papers and organize them into your backpack, unable to focus in the apartment anymore. 

It would be impossible to face Yuji at this moment, too caught up in the terrible thoughts about his brother infesting your brain. Instead you slide out your phone and click on Megumi’s contact before hitting ‘dial’. There’s a dial tone that rings three times before a gruff voice mumbles out a short ‘hello?’. 

“Hey it’s me! Wanna go to the campus library?”

*******

A few days go by and most evenings are spent alone in the apartment with Suguru being dragged by Satoru to finalize purchases for the now approved function. Nanami and Haibara gave the green light on the rental house, but it left a majority of the budget unable to cover the steep alcohol costs. Not that any of it would deter Satoru of course: being heir to his family’s extremely successful private hospital left him swiping his metal black credit card without a second glance at the final price, purchasing enough alcohol to stock an entire bar. 

This Wednesday night is like many of the others you’ve had this semester so far, sitting in the campus library with Megumi and Toge reviewing projects, editing thesis papers, and cramming content before exams. The three of you work silently, sipping on to-go coffee cups and listening to music playing in your respective headphones. Occasionally a ‘ping’ from Toge texting you memes causes a slight break to giggle at his antics, but they’re short lived and the three of you continue working again. 

“Hey guys!” “See? I told you they would be here!”

Yuji and Nobara stroll up, dressed casually and without any backpacks in tow. The three of you at the table exchange a quick glance before sliding chairs over and making room for them to sit. 

“You have to come Y/N,” Yuji whines while shaking your arm back and forth in a pleading manner, “You literally never attend the functions.”

Any attempt to continue reviewing your lecture notes is thrown out the window by now as Yuji continues to shake your arm with vigor.

“Yuuuji. Why do you want me to come to this one so badly?”

“It’s my first party as no longer a pledge! I can finally get drunk with no one to drive home and no repercussions. You. Have. To. Come.”

He shakes your shoulders now with each word while Megumi shrugs his shoulders at Nobara who is attempting the same conversation on him.

“You’re on attendance probation for missing too many social events Megumi, you have to attend.”

“I don’t even wanna be in this frat anyways, wouldn’t probation be beneficial to me?”

Toge leans across the table, already deciding he was indeed going to the party and carpooling with Yuta to the function; he gives Megumi a confused look silently before Nobara explains.

“His dad is a legacy member, so he was basically born to be in the frat,” she turns to Megumi, “It’s also highly unlikely you’ll ever be kicked out too- with that idiot Satoru as your big, he’d never let you drop.”

Megumi rolls his eyes and huffs, looking at you in exhaustion and longing to continue studying already. Yuji continues shaking you until you’re able to pry his hand off your shoulders for a moment, a small headache forming from the yelling.

“Ok ok, shush please! I don’t wanna get kicked out.”

He dulls his whines to whimper.

“I’ll go ok? But who else is even going to be there?”

Yuji breaks into a grin and Nobara nudges Megumi to indicate he has to come too, otherwise he’d be the only person not attending.

“It’s the pres and vice pres of course, Nanamin, Haibara, Shoko, Todo, Choso, -”

The list of names grows but you stop listening after Choso’s name is mentioned, the sound of it bringing your heartrate up immediately.

“Choso..?”

“Huh? Oh yea,” Yuji pauses and grins, “He’s always been set on staying sober during my pledge time with me, so now he can finally get shitfaced with us!”

It’s the type of thing you’re not surprised to hear, Choso being so supportive of his brother and even voluntarily having mediocre Friday nights just to keep him company. He’s been to your apartment a handful of times before, studying for medical exams with Suguru and Satoru when they took shared courses in Hematology, his own specialization. He never came over empty-handed, bringing energy drinks and snacks, and even staying after to clean up any mess they had made.

Every time you would come back from the library or leave your room and see him sitting at your kitchen table like he belonged there, like it was the most natural sight to see, it was enough to make you a stumbling idiot. The scent of his cologne would linger in the air hours after he left, and despite being so collected, he would always text you when he inevitably left something behind. It started out as a pencil case, then a scarf, and now even his sweatshirts had all been left accidentally and only returned when he would call you the next day and offer you coffee in exchange for the forgotten items. 

It’s bad. So fucked up to even think of him like this. This is Yuji’s half brother and now full frat brother– pull yourself together. 

Yuji continues talking but the only thing running through your mind is the image of Choso’s hair when he lets it down in concentration, the image of his biceps flexing as he slings his heavy backpack on his shoulders and waves you goodbye, or the way his thighs strain against the fabric of his jeans-

“Is that plan ok with you?”

You blink and snap back to reality, now noticing everyone staring at you expectedly and waiting for your response. Yuji points to his phone, open to a message from Suguru aimed at you, “Suguru told me to let you know he wants your help setting up the house on Friday since you’re coming.”

“You already told him?”

Yuji blinks, “Yea I told the group chat…”

A sigh escapes your lips and any excuse now to bail at the last second has dissipated. “...alright.”

****

Steam rolls out of the bathroom door and you use the edge of your robe to swipe away the fog of the mirror,feeling fresh after a grueling ‘everything shower.’ Suguru grunts a small, “finally” before ushering you out of the room so he can piss. 

Stepping out into the living room and pivoting into your room, music can be heard in the kitchen, likely Satoru’s doing to fill the silence while he works on packaging liquor bottles and decorations into cardboard boxes.

Skincare, haircare, and lotion on, you rummage through your closet for clothes. On your bed sits a variety of party outfits, though all holding very different vibes. Jeans and cropped shirt were a bit too basic given the ‘initiation’ Yuji kept talking about, and the mini dress seemed too formal considering it was technically still a frat party. 

You shuffle through a variety of tops until you settle on black opaque tights under a black miniskirt and an off-the-shoulder tight long sleeve top. The outfit is slutty enough for a frat party but cute enough for a first date if you wanted to recycle the look in the future. 

Taking your makeup bag off your dresser and stepping into the living room, you notice the sound of running water from the bathroom.

“Hey! I thought you were just gonna take a piss!”

Suguru can’t hear you or the knocks on the door, but Satoru wolfishly laughs from behind you. Cutting your losses, you place the makeup bag on the kitchen table and slide a few boxes over to make room for you to spread out. Without looking at Satoru and using the compact mirror that came with your blush, you begin applying products. 

“I didn’t know you cleaned up this good Y/N.”

“That’s because you never actually see me outside of this apartment,” you grumble, now pressing powder to set your foundation.

Satoru shrugs and continues filling boxes with an array of liquor bottles, but lowers the volume on his phone to make the conversation easier, “Well if I had known, I would’ve made some moves on you sooner.”

You roll your eyes at his exaggerated smile and now focus on applying eyeliner without skimming the surface of your cornea. Before Satoru can thickly lay on another pick up line, Suguru steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and snuggly tied just below the ‘V’ line of his pelvis.

You don’t bother looking up, having seen this sight a million times before, and instead you raise your eyebrows dramatically to apply a thin layer of mascara on your bottom lashes. Suguru whistles at your appearance and steps into his room to throw on a t-shirt and jeans while Satoru slides the last few bottles into the final box.

You click your compact shut and zip up your makeup bag, satisfied with your look, and slide your lipgloss into your purse to reapply later. Suguru enters the room and counts the boxes, silently working out in his brain how this would all fit in an Uber with the three of you.

Satoru saunters up next to you and shrugs with a slight wink, “Well if you want those cobwebs cleared out for you I don’t mind helping. Take a quick ride to the party~?”

“That’s my roommate, asshole.”

Suguru nudges him in the rib cage and slides the remaining decorations of strobe lights and speakers into an oversized IKEA bag, waiting for Satoru to help. The white haired man laughs and shrugs with a light ‘worth trying’ mumble before Suguru shoves him again. 

You slide on a pair of chunky docs and sling your purse over your shoulder before grabbing Suguru’s phone from the table.

“Hey– Uber’s here.”

The three of you lift as many boxes as your strength allows and make your way down to the apartment lobby to load them into the trunk of the SUV. It takes 2 trips up and down with all three of you carrying boxes until the back is completely filled and the driver looks between you uneasily. Suguru shrugs and sends a few messages to the other brothers while the driver pulls out of the apartment complex and heads towards the rental house; glass bottles clinking with every turn.

You’re squished between Suguru and Satoru, giving a slight nudge to the flirtatious man on your right.

“Hmm? Can’t keep your hands off me already?”

“Ugh, just make sure to tip this guy extra once the ride is over ok?”

Satoru nods and smirks into a shit eating grin, “Of course~ now is there any tip you were hoping to get too-?”

“She’s. My. Roommate. Asshole.”

You laugh lightly and sink into your seat, pulling out your phone and messaging the small group chat with Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Maki, and Nobara that you were going to be setting up the house soon. 

******

The rental is huge, fitting the extravagant nature of the man who protested so badly to have it and confirming that Nanami’s hesitation for the budget was completely valid. Boxes filled with alcohol sit on the marble kitchen island while Yuta and Toge work filling coolers with ice and assorted beer bottles and Maki and Nobara stock the freezer with handles of vodka and tequila. 

You let out a whistle and do a quick 360 in the room, taking in how the boys have already shoved the sofa and loveseats closer to each other to make room for the pong table Megumi and Yuji were setting up. The house is an open concept with the entire first floor connected except for the staircase leading up to the second floor bedrooms and bathroom. 

“Alright, speakers are set up and lights are all working– are the drinks nearly finished?”

“Yep,” Maki shuts the freezer door and turns to Nanami with a thumbs up, “All done!”

Satoru claps his hands and looks around the crowd, “Alright remember– no normies unless we actually know them OR they can name at least 5 brothers. Keep the ratio good, yea?”

The group mumbles a response and breaks up to complete the last few touches, Haibara dims the lights and Suguru sets up his music playlist to the speakers, already queuing a few songs that Shoko recommends him to play. A group of you decide to take a few pre-game shots to loosen up and then split to finish up preparations before anyone arrives.

You walk up to Yuji and help arrange the red solo cups in a pyramid formation on the folding table, “Where’s your brother?”

“Hm? Oh! Choso and Todo are picking up Maki’s sister and a few others. Should be here shortly.”

Yuji is buzzing with energy, excited to get the night started as more pledges begin to trickle in and assist with the final preparations. After a while Haibara officially cuts the overhead lights and turns on the ambient strobes while Suguru increases the volume on the speakers; after another 30 minutes the house is fairly packed with everyone now dancing and drinking. Enough alcohol is coursing through your veins to feel relaxed and warm, but not enough to make you irrational. 

You grab a drink from the kitchen and admire the party, giggling with Nobara as Yuji is already borderline shiftfaced and yapping Megumi’s ear off despite the speaker next to them deafening every word.

“Should we stop them?”

“Nah,” Nobara laughs into her drink and points at Todo who’s walking over to the two of them, “I think it’s about to get good.”

“My brother! How can you claim you’re officially a brother when you are unable to win a single game of pong?”

Yuji turns to him confused and Megumi takes this as his opportunity to escape with Nobara following after him and laughing hysterically.

“What does pong have to do with being brothers…?”

“My best friend–” A single tear threatens to fall from Todo’s eye as he grasps a metal chain necklace longingly, “If you can’t increase your skills to win a single game we can’t possibly stay friends. A brother of mine would never be complacent with their mediocre skills!”

Whatever energy Todo emits is enough for Yuji to yell out his passion for improving in beer pong and the two take to the folding table to begin a game. Yuji misses the first few shots, but sinks two in after a few turns and evens the game.

“Geez, they’re really going at it huh?”

The voice is deep and rumbles loud enough through the music to immediately indicate it’s Choso’s. He stands tall next to you, giving you a slight smile and dragging his eyes up and down your outfit before coughing lightly and turning his attention back to the game.

“Oh yea.. Ha! They really are quite passionate.”

There’s a comfortable silence as you stand side by side and watch the game unfold, giggling at their dramatic reactions and downing the liquid in the cups when their adversary sinks one. 

“I’d want to go in there and help him but…” Choso scratches the back of his head awkwardly, the dark hair cascading down instead of being pulled back into his usual hairstyle, “It’s a rite of passage I suppose for this frat.”

You have to physically peel your eyes off the man to avoid staring any further, his hair sexily falling around his face, dark piercings in his ears reflecting the strobing lights, and the powerful body standing idly and awkwardly at your side. The conversation isn’t out of place or forced; the nature of it makes you regret not coming to more functions if it meant you could've been this close to him the entire time.

He looks into his cup and takes a big drink before continuing, wincing slightly from the burn of alcohol, “You know I’m actually glad you came– I know you usually don’t go to these sorts of things.”

A blush warms your cheeks and you look at him for a moment before sheepishly laughing, “Ah yea... Usually school takes up so much of my time. I’m surprised you noticed considering how busy frat life and med school can be.”

“-Of course I noticed!” 

He looks around awkwardly and shivers slightly at his outburst before attempting to save face, “I mean you’re one of Yuji’s best friends… he always mentions how bummed he is that you aren’t around..”

You blink and swallow thickly, “right…” of course Yuji would be the one actually wondering why you didn’t show up, “I feel bad about letting him down.”

Turning back to the game of pong, you miss the way Choso cringes hard at himself, completely unable to rephrase the sentence into admitting how he was actually the one who would look for you at every party and stand in a corner moping when he realized you didn’t show, waiting until his brother was ready to go home. Instead, he downs the rest of his beverage and turns back to you, “Would you like a drink? I can grab us another and then we can continue the conversation–?”

You turn back to him and look at your own empty cup, it’s a bad idea to continue but you don’t want the conversation to end just yet. Even if Yuji is standing right in front of you both, and can plainly see the way you're hopelessly staring into his brother's eyes, you didn’t want this moment to end.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

Choso smiles lightly at the opportunity and takes the plastic cup from your hands, “Something sweet but not too sugary, right?”

Your insides melt when you nod and he walks off into the kitchen while your eyes stay focused on his ass for just a moment too long to be casual.

“Hey~ enjoying the party pretty?”

An arm is slung around your shoulders and the mix of cologne and tequila sunrise is enough of a scent indicator to know it’s Satoru who’s gripping you so close. 

A sigh leaves your lips but you don’t make an effort to move, watching Yuji miss his shot while Todo scrambles to try and pry the ping pong ball from where it rolled under the couch.

“Sure, it’s actually kinda fun.”

“Kinda?”

“I’m not giving your ego anything else besides that,” you shrug his arm off and he feigns a wound from the action before laughing and taking a sip of his own drink.

“Talk to anybody yet hmm? My offer of stress relief still stands if you strike out– I’ll keep the door open for ya if you ask nicely~”

You roll your eyes and arms cross at your chest, you deadpan at him, “Seriously, Satoru?”

He shrugs and raises his hands up in defense, “It’s just a casual offer, for real. Suguru is your roommate and we’re friends– I’m not trying to make things awkward.”

“You already are.”

You and Satoru swing to see Choso carrying two red cups tightly, with his fingers bending the plastic, and approaching with an unamused scowl. Satoru lets out a low whistle and chuckles to himself before leaning into your ear, “Alright you got your relief plan sorted out.. Guess I’ll look elsewhere.”

He stands up and gives a nod to Choso before turning over his shoulder and waving off, yelling Suguru’s name to skip the current song.

Choso watches the man walk off until he disappears into the crowd before he slips a cup into your hand and looks at you concerned, “You alright?”

You take the drink and smile lightly at him, noting the way his shoulders are tense and eyebrows are knit together, “Yea, I’m alright. Thanks.”

He breathes slightly before his eyes shoot open wide and he brings his hands up apologetically, “I hope I didn’t misread that then… if you are interested in Satoru I completely understand,” he looks back at Yuji’s game now speaking quieter, “Don’t let me ruin your plans.”

It takes a few blinks before you sink into the exact meaning he was hinting at and you instantly raise your hands in defense and embarrassment, “NO!”

A few people look in your direction and you pull Choso down closer by the fabric of his band t-shirt, his height towering over you regardless, “I mean.. Trust me, I don’t like Satoru like that. We’re buddies.. Not romantic at all.”

He examines you for a moment and looks back into the crowd nervously where Satoru had walked off, “But physically?”

You lock eyes with him and your lips widen in slight shock before you gently shake your head, “No. Nothing like that.”

He holds your gaze for another moment before smiling gently and standing back up, he takes a sip of his drink, “I’m glad. I was worried I made myself look like an ass there for a minute.”

“You never could.”

He glances back at you with a pink dust on his cheeks, looking into the liquid of his cup once again and releasing a shallow breath of relief. There’s an unspoken tension building between the both of you, though you can’t tell if it’s all in your head or in your pants.

The familiar heartbeat feeling pulsing in your panties and you opt for downing half your drink and watching the stupid exchange of ping pong balls instead. Choso rocks idly and shimmies from side to side to let people continue past him, making no effort to move from the spot by your side despite the lull in the conversation. 

He takes another long sip, some alcohol dripping down from the corner of his mouth and trailing down his neck eroticaly; you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, consumed in the way he looks. Choso wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and takes a deep breath with a pitiful smile on his face when he turns to you.

“You know I couldn’t help but worry. I know you don’t always come to these parties, and I was worried that my one shot to have you alone was already taken by someone else.”

His eyes are focused on only you and his voice is raw with a rare vulnerability, his cheeks dusted pink with embarrassment and heat from the alcohol. Your heart rate picks up exponentially and you stare at him openly, not even caring if Yuji can see the way you look at his brother. 

Before you can issue a response, Nobara scuffles past the back of Choso effectively knocking him forward and spilling the remainder of his drink all over your shirt. Nobara offers a short ‘shit’ before getting pulled through the crowd by Maki towards the beer cooler on the patio.

Choso’s eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen and his eyebrows furrow as if he could cry from frustration and disappointment. His hands twitch as he quickly drops the empty cup and carefully approaches you, worrying this would be the moment you yell at him to leave you alone and never speak to you again.

“I-I’m so sorry… Y/N.. I didn’t..”

The words die in his throat as he watches you look down at your shirt in surprise and slight disgust at the sticky feeling of alcohol coating your chest. You place your drink on a nearby table and pull the fabric from your stomach to examine the damage.

“It’s alright! Really…” you bite the inside flesh of your cheek with your molars and gnaw on it, wondering how to get the stain out.

Choso gently steps closer and reaches out to take your hands gently, “Here– let’s go to the bathroom. Let me help,” he looks at you with pleading eyes, “Please.” 

You nod once and he leads the way to the stairs, gently slipping between bodies to clear a path for you to step through and ascend the stairs. Leading you down the hallway, he enters the second door on the left into an empty bathroom and shuts the door promptly behind you. 

His hands rush for the faucet while you dig around on the linen shelf to pass him a washcloth; he tests the water’s temperature before raising the cloth to your shirt.

“It’s not too hot right? Not burning at all?”

“No, I’m alright.”

You’re leaning against the counter, feeling the vibration of the bass from the music playing beneath you shake the marble countertop. Choso’s touch is gentle, though his hands shake from nerves and the acute drunken state he’s in; his face is full of self-loathing. 

“Choso.”

He’s kneeling down in front of your torso delicately working on the stain and tilts his head up longingly as soon as his name leaves your lips, “Yes?”

Tongue running over your bottom lip for a moment, you place your hand on his to stop his actions and get his full attention, your own mind still reeling.

“Why did you want to get me alone then?”

He blinks and looks back down at the fabric of your shirt gripping the folds slightly, “Oh.. that?” He looks dejectedly at the stain and frowns harder. 

With a sigh of defeat he keeps his head down for a moment, “I thought I was being so obvious… 

I offered to study at Suguru’s apartment because I thought maybe you’d be home, and always stayed sober with Yuji during his pledge phase just in case you called one night and needed a ride…” he releases your shirt and closes his eyes, “I always wanted to get a moment alone with you to tell you how I felt– but I fucked it all up didn’t I?”

His face is contorted in frustration and self-deprecation; nearly acting in a trance you gently lift your hands to cup his face and pull his attention back to you. He looks back up into your eyes longingly and full of vulnerability, he says nothing as you pull him to his feet and look between his eyes and then his lips. 

Not wasting a single second you slide your hands from his cheeks to wrap around the base of his neck and pull his lips in to meet yours. Choso doesn’t waste a single second either, sighing lightly through his nose and bringing his hands to the plush of your waist. His fingers dig imprints into the flesh on the back of your hips while his thumbs press lightly into the bones of your pelvis.

His lips are nearly glued to yours, tilting his head to the right to allow the kiss to deepen and increase the force he pushes behind it. Your hands tangle in his hair, gently pulling at the raven strands and scratching his scalp while occasional gasps escape his mouth. Moans escape between the both of you, drowned out to the rest of the party from the music, but nearly deafening to the two of you. 

With one more tug of his hair, his tongue gently swipes your bottom lip and without a moment of hesitation you part to allow access. The action has some lip gloss rub off on the flesh of his upper lip, though Choso takes no moment to stop, instead he lifts his left hand to tilt your head further to the side and push his tongue into your mouth. 

The muscle is warm and tastes like a light beer; he takes his time to swipe it along the tip of your own tongue before pushing it deeper. You groan his name and try to pull him even closer to you if it were possible, sighing as he swaps between messy open mouth kisses and closed ones that allow your lips to mold into one. 

With another push of his tongue in your mouth you taste the beer once again but also the sensation of something cold and metal. It takes you a minute to figure out what you’re feeling, the cool orb rolling against your tongue and occasionally clinking onto your teeth when he pulls back. 

Taking a slight breath, he dips his head down in the crook of your neck and breathes deeply while whispering your name, enjoying the moment before he begins to bite and suck along the flesh. You sigh at the feeling and can feel your senses overloading, the heartbeat in your ribs and panties, the scent of his cologne, and the hot tongue running down your neck being cooled by the little piercing in the middle.

“You didn't.. Aahh,” you swallow lightly, “didn’t tell me you have… a tongue piercing…”

Choso groans a response but doesn’t pay attention, nipping at a particular spot just beneath your jaw where his nose tickles the flesh under your ear, “right.. Here?”

His lips suck onto the flesh and his teeth pinch the skin while you squirm beneath him in pleasure; his hand leaves your head and hips to now push you firmly against the counter to keep you still. Choso’s actions are relentless, running his tongue flat across the flesh and letting the metal piercing cool the spot before he continues bullying it. 

“It’s gonna nnngh, leave a mark-”

“-Good.”

Choso remains buried in the corner of your neck but he lifts his lips from the angry purple bruise to speak, “I’m tired of the way everyone stares at you all the time– fuck even Maki and Shoko looked you up and down a few times tonight.”

You run a hand through his hair and pull at the scalp to lift his face to you. His pupils are blown wide with desire so dark it seems the iris is pure black and his shoulder sag with every pant he takes to catch his breath. Despite it, the timid and awkward demeanor remains hidden for a moment, “I want people to know who you’re here with.”

He leans down to kiss the purple hickey, “Not Suguru.” kiss.

His lips trail to the pulse point on the opposite side, “Not Satoru.” kiss.

Lips hover right above yours a moment before he connects them, “Me.”

You push him back gently and Choso’s facade nearly breaks when he thinks you’re trying to make distance and tell him he’s got the wrong idea. Instead, you spin to push him flush against the counter and drag his face back to meet yours in another kiss. 

Instinctively his hands rest on your waist as if they were made for him and he attaches his lips against yours like second nature. Sighs escape him every time your nails gently scratch his scalp and tug at his hair and when you drop your arms lower there’s nearly a whine in disappointment. 

Instead, you run your hands flat down the front of his chest, feeling the swell of his chest rise with each breath and trail down to gently feel the outline of his abdomen muscles with the pads of your fingers. Airy breaths escape more frequently, as Choso fights the urge to escalate things even further. 

With a featherlight touch and without ever breaking contact from his lips, you skim the hem of his shirt and gently graze the flesh underneath. Choso feels like his body is on fire at every touch you make and his grip on your hips intensifies, the heartbeat in his ears louder than the music blaring from outside the bathroom.

His abs flex subconsciously with your touch, and you can’t help the arousal growing in between your thighs as he begins to grind into you. Back arched to keep the angle of his tongue exploring your mouth, your hands dip back down to his navel and run through the course happy trail leading into his jeans. With gentle precision, your fingers dip just the tiniest bit lower to skim the seam of the denim and lightly play with the brass buckle of his belt. 

Choso pulls his mouth from yours before grabbing your hands in his own to pause your efforts, panting in between each word. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you…”

His eyes are sincere and there’s never been a moment in your life you’ve been more sure of than this, “I’m sure Choso. I want to do this with you.”

He continues breathing until his lungs steady out again before running a hand through his hair with a frustrated look on his face, cheeks still red and puffed from the intimacy of the situation.

“Yea but… Look don’t get me wrong I want this to happen more than anything,” he pauses and scans your face before continuing, “and I know I’m gonna hate myself for stopping here but.. I don’t want something just casual or physical with you. I think… I think it would kill me if you only saw me as a one night stand when you’re so much more to me.”

His hands sweat as they hold yours, and his eyes search yours for any sign of reciprocity, and the whole situation is so sweet you could cry. After so many assholes and douchebags, his words are enough to make your knees weak from only kissing.

You remove your hands from his and before his eyes could portray the heartbreak about to happen from the action, you pull him back in to meet your lips, “I want the same thing Choso. I do.”

He pulls away to see your face, but you connect your lips again between each sentence, “I almost feel bad for all the times I invited Yuji out to things because it meant I could see you.”

Choso lets out a chuckle of relief and connects your mouths again with longing before you pull back to continue, “I want this.” Kiss.

“I want you, Choso.” Kiss.

“All of you… and not just for tonight.”

He swallows thickly and his Adam's apple bobs again, pupils still blown out as you kiss his lips one last time before sinking just a bit lower onto the plush bath mat. Your hands fiddle with his belt again, and this time he doesn’t stop you, letting you slide it out of the loops of his jeans and toss it onto the floor without care. Chaste kisses go down his navel, your nose tickling the hair that pokes out right about the seam of his boxers before sinking down just a bit further. 

His hands grip the countertop with enough force his knuckles turn white from the pressure, “ohh fuck Y/N.” 

Your fingers trail just a bit lower, spreading the fabric of the zipper fly open and letting his erection push out into the air, only restrained by the thin material of his boxers. He stares at you intently, watching the way you trace the outline of the small liquid patch of precum forming as his hips twitch in anticipation. 

You meet his gaze and drink in his disheveled and eager appearance before facing his erection again. Placing a few chaste kisses to the tip of his cock that’s now pushing past the fly of his boxers, he sucks in a wince and jerks his hips forward subconsciously in search of some sort of friction. 

After a few more kisses, you look back up to him with a nod and raise your fingers to the elastic of the band and seam of his jeans. Hooking your fingers under the fabric and pinching it with your thumbs, you tug it down maybe 3 inches before his hands stop yours one last time.

“Wait– I uhh..” his hands shake nervously, “I just haven’t shaved in a minute… I’ve not exactly been sleeping with anybody recently.”

You blink and grin up at him, kissing his knuckles gently and then shooing his hands away to tug the materials down juuuust a bit further. His happy trail dissolves into a bit more hair, but nothing unruly, and the ‘V’ line of his pelvis connects to several protruding veins that all lead down to the base of his cock. 

Despite the steamy atmosphere, Choso winces at the change in temperature and jerks his hips forward again; this time the flushed red tip connects freely to the corner of your mouth and smudges any remainder of your lipgloss.

His dick is long with a few prominent veins tracing alongside the under border of the shaft that disappear behind a small tuft of dark hair at the base. Not necessarily thick, but heavy enough in your hand you can’t help but wonder how’d it’d feel inside you. Pearls of precum drip from the slit at his tip and the ghost of your breath against the skin is enough to have him nearly begging for something anything. 

Opening your mouth, you guide his cock to your tongue laying flat and lick a few long stripes along the shaft before focusing on the tip. The action is enough for Choso’s hand to lose balance for a moment and send a few soap bottles on the counter scattering onto the floor in a string of curses.

You pay no mind, licking a few more strokes to lubricate his dick before sucking in your cheeks to build enough saliva to spit onto his cock. It’s messy and wet and when you finally inch him into your mouth and stroke the base you can’t reach, he’s buckling at the knees. 

“Oh shittt…. Yea,” his hands run into your hair, pulling any loose strands away from your face and allowing him an unobstructed view, “J-Just like that… fuck baby”

Your thighs squirm at his praise, feeling yourself grow embarrassingly wet just from the way your name begins to slip from his lips like a prayer. Slight tugs on your hair earn grunts from your throat, and the vibration makes Choso twitch with each bob of your head.

A dull ache in your jaw, you alternate between taking him in your mouth with hollow cheeks and tight suction to using both your hands to jerk him off while your tongue laps at the tip of his cock. The skin is fresh and salty precum coats your taste buds while your nose is tickled by the strands of his pubic hair that linger at the base. 

“S-Shit.. I’m gonna-”

Choso holds your head steady while he lightly thrusts into your mouth, not too deep to gag you, but enough to cause a few tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. You purse your lips to give him just a bit more contact, “Fuck.. Y/N.. I’m…”

“Choso? You in there?”

There’s a knock at the door followed by Yuji’s slurred voice, “You’ve been gone for while… everything ok?”

You pause for a moment and look up at Choso, who’s released his grip on your hair and resorted to covering his mouth with his palms. Taking the opportunity, you resume your actions, bobbing along his shaft, kisses and licks to his tip, and the occasional graze of his balls when you jerk his shaft to the same rhythm as your lips.

His hips jerk and his face shows the most worried and sex-drunk expression you’ve ever seen. Lips quivering and trying to remain silent while his body betrays him and grunts and flinches with immediate response to each of your touches. 

“Hello..?”

The handle to the bathroom jerks slightly, now immediately known to the both of you how it wasn’t locked.

“Wait!”

The door stops and remains shut, Yuji hums in attentiveness at the response, “Ah so you are in there! Hurry up– I need a new pong partner bro!”

Choso watches the door in horror and resorts to biting the knuckle of his right index finger to avoid moaning out your name.

God he really was the worst brother huh? Here Choso was, getting the best head of his life from the girl of his dreams, aka his brother’s best friend, at a party which was THROWN FOR HIS BROTHER.

“I-I’m not…ughh… feeling too well..”

Choso shivers and hunches forward in pleasure, beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face while his eyebrows contort in pure ecstasy. 

He was going to cum. He was going to cum in the mouth of the woman he’s been helplessly in love with, who is the one girl completely off limits, with his brother unknowingly listening to it on the other side of the door. 

“Oh really? Hmmm, just pull trigger and meet me downstairs– ‘kay?”

Choso barely lasts the extra second of seeing Yuji’s shadow under the door disappear before his hips jerk from your grasp and cums. Hard. It’s messy, not quite in your mouth, but also not aiming for your face; insteads pools of it make it onto your tongue with others now clinging onto the apples of your cheeks and strands of your hair. 

“Ohhh shit–”

 He helps you pump him a few more times to ensure it’s all out while you swallow the load in your mouth and wipe at the remnants on your face. The stars eventually pass and his hips stop twitching in slight overstimulation as the weight of everything clarifies in front of him.

Immediately he takes your hands and raises you to your feet, helping to clean your hair with the forgotten washrag from the stain earlier. Gently, he wipes everything away, careful to not mess up any makeup, before sighing at the sight of your bruised and red knees.

“You didn’t have to swallow you know…” he blushes but keeps looking at you, “your knees-!”

You tilt his head back to face yours and connect your lips to his. Any flavor of lipgloss is replaced by the taste of his own cum when his tongue slides into your mouth again without any hesitation. Your tongue flicks against the metal orb a few times before pulling back and wiping a stray line of saliva from the corner of your mouth.

“That was… fuck Y/N,” he keeps panting before you nudge him slightly in the shoulder.

“Well, aren't you going to chase after Yuji now?”

“Why would I?”

You blink in a slight shock at his immediate reaction, never seeing him prioritize anything besides his brother’s happiness. He looks at you as if you had asked something ridiculous, though he doesn’t hold any ounce of condescension on his face. 

“I just figured–”

“ –Figured I would walk away from the beautiful girl in front of me to go play beer pong?”

You shrug into a blush and dig your chin down slightly at the embarrassment of hearing the question out loud. Choso chuckles and lifts your chin to kiss you again, “No I think I’d like to stay by you if that’s alright. Though the thought of Yuji potentially hearing us will haunt my brain for years to come.”

You chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again while his hands find solace at their home on your hips.

“Let me reciprocate, okay? I wanna make you feel good too.”

A shiver runs down your spine and your back arches involuntarily at the anticipation; nipples hardening into the fabric of your bra from the thought. Choso’s hands wander further down to the swell of your ass and give a light squeeze before resting on the flesh under your thighs.

“Jump for me.”

Obeying the short command, you give a slight hop and allow him to rest his forearms under your thighs with the palm of his hands gripping onto each cheek of your ass. His biceps flex from the weight, though he holds you as if you were only as heavy as a housecat, shifting your weight in his arms but never struggling to maneuver. At eye level he nudges you with his chin for one more kiss before spinning and letting you open the door of the bathroom. 

With a short peer down the hallway, he makes a quick break for one of the bedrooms and this time remembers to actually lock the door behind him. Gently, he places you on the edge of the queen size bed sitting on the left side of the room, kissing you once again before stepping back watching you kick off your doc mary-janes and unties the laces of his own boots. 

Music is still blaring off in the distance, though noticeably quieter, and Choso flicks on a dim floor lamp in the corner for some light. He steps between your thighs and runs a hand through your hair with a slight tug before sinking to his own knees at the foot of the bed.

He plays with the hem of your skit absentmindedly and kneads the flesh of your thighs before looking up and swallowing, “Can I?”

A simple nod is all he needs to hoist up the edge of your skirt to pool around your waist and scoff in frustration at the opaque tights now in his way. Shifting his hands from your waist, he takes some of the tension from the fabric around your pussy in between his fingers and rips it open.

“Hey-!”

“It’s in the way..” he whines quietly with no ounce of actual remorse in his voice. 

He takes the fabric and rips it further, exposing the dark purple lacy panties covering what he was so desperately searching for. A dark patch stains the fabric from your helpless desire and whimpers escape your lips above him when he drags a single finger up and down the material in awe. 

“All this– for me?”

“Shut up..”

Your face burns in embarrassment but Choso doesn't care, gripping the fabric and pushing it to the left to expose half of your sopping cunt. He shudders at the sight and immediately places a few kisses to flesh, addicted to the way you squirm with each contact. Though he grows frustrated quickly and tugs at the rest of your tights, keeping your panties caged on.

“Stupid fucking–”

“Choso.”

He looks up, impatient, while you lean onto your back to shimmy the elastic band of the tights down to your thighs and lett Choso drag the material down your legs and throw them to the floor.

“See? You didn’t need to rip them.”

“Hah.. sorry baby.”

There isn’t a chance to react to the pet name he’s begun calling you before he takes a moment to admire the way his favorite color looked when it decorated your pussy, and drags it down your ankles to join your tights on the floor. 

Instinctively your thighs move to shut, but his hand splay them back out to expose your cunt further. A shiver running down his back and a new erection growing in his half-worn boxers, he leans down to admire it further.

“Stop staring. It’s embarrassing…”

 You’re mumbling with your attention turned anywhere else in the room as your cheeks burned. 

Embarrassing? How could this be embarrassing?

Choso looks up at you and then back down, “How could this ever be…? This is the pussy I’ve been dreaming about for months, and you’re going to say it’s embarrassing?”

He takes a moment to let his tongue lay flat and lick a long stripe up the core of your cunt, “This is the only thing I can ever think about…”

The warmth of his tongue makes you wither from the sensation and the cold metal ball in the center causes your spine to arch from the contrast. Taking a few more licks he pushes your back onto the bed and makes space for him to now also lay on the comforter, hanging half off the mattress and humping against the box spring while he makes out with your pussy without shame. 

His tongue drinks up your arousal without hesitation and his tongue dips into your core while his hands wrap around the underside of your thighs to keep them open for him. The piercing bumps into the spongy interior of your pussy while his nose grinds against your clit,  his head rocking into your cunt at a steady rhythm. 

 You groan his name and grab a fistful of his hair and tug hard while he moans in response. After a few more licks he kisses your clit, “Alright.. That should be good…”

Wearily, you look up and watch as he sucks his index and middle fingers in his mouth before he spits down onto your cunt and sinks a finger inside. Throwing your head back from the slight stretch, he watches the way his finger disappears into your pussy, “Shit.. fucking tight as hell baby.”

Choso thrusts his finger in and out and in and out before returning his lips to your clit and sucking on it. 

“Oh my.. Nnghh...”

His other hand holds your hip steady before increasing the pace of his finger and pulling back from your clit slightly. Choso watches your face as he sinks his middle finger into your cunt as well to ensure there’s no sign of pain before thrusting his hand harder.

“Fuck!”

That unexplainable feeling builds in your gut and your hips rock to meet his lips in more friction to chase that high even quicker. Choso notices and twists and bends his fingers from within you, eager to find that one spot while leaning back down to suck at your clit again.

With one more bend of his fingers he can feel it, the spongy rough patch that nearly feels like a citrus peel, and as soon his fingertips graze it, your back arches even more. Grinding down his fingers, his name leaves your lips like a mantra.

“Choso… FUCK.. yea, like that– haa.. Yea that..”

He grinds his hips along the mattress to get some sort of friction while his fingers increase the pace, committing to memory every single sound and taste. Your eyes are screwed shut in focus and shamelessly groaning out as you chase your high.

That knot in your gut forms and gets exponentially tighter before inevitably snapping. The feeling leaves you twitching against his lips and hand, riding out the pleasure and whimpering at the inevitable overstimulation when his mouth refuses to part from your cunt.

“God,” he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue instead, “taste so fucking good. What the hell.”

You claw his hair to part from your thighs but he makes no effort to move, the muscles bulging in his skin, refusing to move from their position as he drinks in every drop of your orgasm. The piercing tickles you as his tongue continues to flick inside you, only pulling back for air and to admire the fucked out face you’re now making. 

Completely pussy-drunk he pulls himself back from your thighs and licks at the sheen of your cum still resting on his lips before climbing over you and connecting your mouths. The taste of your own orgasm would cause pause any other time, but Choso is kissing you with so much want and desire it makes your mind go fuzzy.

“Feeling ok? Sorry if I got carried away,” he nuzzles down into the crook of your neck on the side without the hickey, “just wanted to do that for a while now…”

Wearily, you pet the strands of his hair before Choso sits up and takes the hem of your shirt in his hands and pushes the fabric over your head and off the side of the bed. He admires the pretty lace of the matching purple bra and skims over your hard nipples with the pads of his fingers, the black nail polish glowing in the dim light as he pinches the nerves. 

After a few open kisses to the swell of your breasts and leaving a few marks along the way, he shimmies your skirt off and tosses it to the ground. With a pout you sit up and wrap your fingers along the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, pausing when his chest is revealed. 

Abs sculpted from stone and a variety of small scars along his ribs from stories you’d like to hear one day are enough to make you nearly drool while you stare. It’s the ultimate sleeper build that he’s kept hidden behind baggy t-shirts for way too long. 

“Ok I think I get it now when you said it’s embarrassing.”

Choso looks to the side and gently smiles, his ears dusted pink before you lean up to run light kisses along the mark across his face and trail down to his cheek and navel. 

“So pretty.”

“Don’t you mean handsome?”

“That too.”

He smiles and meets your lips again while your hands go back down to his jeans and attempt to push them down before reaching back and unclasping your own bra. Immediately, he dips down to wrap his tongue around your left nipple, running the piercing over the nub while his hand kneads the fatty flesh of your other breast in his fingers. After a few additional licks and bruises are added around the left tit for good measure, he swaps and pays equal attention to the other one.

He’s in heaven. Silently thanking the gods above for this opportunity and wondering if maybe in a past life he had been a hero of some sort to deserve this experience with you. 

After a moment you push him back and tug his pants and boxers back down the rest of the way, giggling when his foot gets caught in the material and ‘interrupts the mood’ as he calls it. 

“Ah wait.”

Choso pauses from his position of gently pushing you flat against the bed beneath him, wondering if this was too far for your first evening as a… couple? The idea is more than enough to make his cock twitch in anticipation. Fuck, even being called your ‘boyfriend’ could make him bust on the spot. 

“Do you have a condom?”

Choso’s eyes meet yours and he looks back to his jeans, wondering if his wallet would have one or not but ultimately deciding there’s no chance he would actually carry one with him. To be fair, the goal of this party was to ask you on a date without the company of Yuji or Suguru, so to get this far is a miracle in his book. 

“No.. I don’t”

You gnaw your lip and look between the both of you, his long hair tickling your cheeks from the proximity and the tip of his cock occasionally kissing the entrance to your cunt with every twitch. Fuck.

“We don’t have to–”

“Buy me the morning after pill?”

Choso sputters at your response, eyes nearly falling out of his skull, the first time he gets to sleep with you, he gets to hit it raw?

Ok he must’ve been a knight or a king to get this kind of treatment. 

“Y-Yea, of course.”

You pull him down for another kiss and admire the way his hands now shake in anticipation and worry; nearly the same face he made before cumming earlier. It’s a fair assumption considering Choso is convinced he may bust after maybe three strokes. 

The humiliation would kill him, so he swallows and glides the tip of his cock up and down the folds of your cunt a few times. Getting some of the lubrication from your earlier orgasm, he also spits into his hand and coats the shaft to make it smoother. 

With a tap on your clit for good measure, he lines up with your entrance and slowly sinks inch by inch inside. The feeling is a stretching burn that doesn’t hurt but needs a moment of getting used to while Choso cages you underneath and whispers patient soft praises into your ears. 

After a moment he finally bottoms out and the hair from his pubes tickles your clit as he fills you to the hilt. A breath of relief at the sensation while Choso releases a breath of focus, his hair sticking to his forehead in slight sweat. 

His knee pushes up on the bed and opens your thighs wider before he begins to slide in and out, mumbling nonsense with each stroke. The missionary position befits his immediate possessive nature, giving him a perfect view of your face and a decent angle to watch the way his cock disappears into your cunt with each thrust. 

You pull on his strands and kiss him, licking the metal orb on his tongue before admiring the way his abdomen flexes with each movement.

“Oh fuck-”

It’s hard to tell who’s talking in between both of your incoherent babbling, your mind growing fuzzy from the stretch of his cock and smack of his pelvis on your clit, and his brain going completely pussy-drunk and murmuring a string of sappy promises of how happy he is to finally have you to himself. 

Tilting his head to the side, you dig your canines into his neck in an attempt to mark him in the same way he had done previously. 

“Shit.. ahh”

His hips rock unevenly so you increase the suction and dig your teeth once more before a particularly rocky thrust has you biting down harder than you intend. A slight metallic taste of iron coats your tongue and you immediately pull back and apologize for breaking the skin.

“N-No… shit..ahhh baby.. Do it again…please”

Choso keeps his neck open for you to continue sucking on, stuttering with his words and hips at the sensation of his warm blood gently trickling down his flesh. Wordlessly, you move down to another spot and bite down, though not enough to tear the skin and Choso whimpers pathetically from above you. 

“Wait actually–” he pulls back and gently pulls out, hissing at the lack of contact before sitting on the bed next to you and pulling you to straddle him, “I’m gonna cum too fast like that… haaa, you can just ride me, ok? Ride me however you want, baby.”

Sinking back down and sighing in relief when he’s finally kissing your cervix with his cock again, his hands lift to play with your tits while you grind against him. Hands on his shoulders and focused on achieving an orgasm, you rub down especially hard on his slight bush for the friction against your clit. 

Choso admires the way your chest bounces with each movement and settles his hands on your hips, helping you fuck him senseless. 

“Haaa.. you know it’s funny” Choso pants in between bounces, “I always wanted to give you a ride home…”

You laugh and shove his shoulder slightly, falling forward and grinding the tip of his cock against that spongy patch inside your pussy again. Immediately your hips falter and your shoulders slump forward while Choso wastes no time in sliding back down on the bed and planting his feet firmly. Grabbing your hips, he flexes his thighs to meet your thrusts and push further into that spot with his dick with more even force.

“Yea that’s it.. Just fucking use me okay?”

Your thrusts are uneven as your hips twitch with every thrust, feeling that familiar sensation building inside once again. Every thrust has your face contorting with pleasure and Choso can feel himself also ready to finally let go and cum; having been trying to think of anything else to make himself hold out just a little bit longer. 

After a few more strokes, your face is warped in pleasure while he continues thrusting from underneath to drag out the orgasm. Twitching with spinal convulsions from the intensity, Choso watches in awe as he fucks you through the overstimulation and watches the creamy ring from your cum form around the base of his cock. He takes his fingers and pushes it back onto his shaft as more lubrication,taking any remainder on his fingertip to his lips and sucking it off.

You fall in a slump on his chest and he plants his feet firmly onto the mattress, fucking up a few more times before erratically grinding into your pussy and reciting your name over and over again while hot streams of cum fill your cunt. 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-”

The sensation is filling and warm while his hips jerk up a few more times to ride through his orgasm and ensure no drop of his cum is left. His arms are wrapped up and around your while both of your bodies stick to together from the sweat and fluids.

“Haaa,” Choso lets out a half laugh and pushes some hair out of your face before leaning up to kiss you again.”

“That was great.”

“Mmmm, yea,” he pecks your cheek again, the intimacy of the situation becoming not just sexually, but emotionally raw as well, “Let’s do it again?”

You look over at him with a fucked out expression, your hair a complete mess and makeup poorly smudged.

“I mean not now! Haha,” he slides out from your cunt and sighs from the loss of contact as his erection deflates back down to flaccidity. “I think I’m empty.”

You nod and roll off his body but stay intertwined with his limbs as you lay next to him, silently wondering what the fuck the plan was now. Tracing his jaw with your fingers absentmindedly and skimming the mark across his face, you notice the way his eyes never leave yours and his head leans into your every touch.

“Oh that’s right–” Choso looks at you with realization and an embarrassed smile on his face, “Can I take you out sometime?“

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yea…?”

You laugh and lean forward to kiss him and Choso immediately meets you in the middle as if he was constantly waiting for the next time your lips would meet his. 

“I’d like that. Get breakfast tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?”

His voice is too excited and he instantly backtracks in a poor attempt to act casual, “Oh tomorrow? Yea… yea I should be free.”

“You’re such a dork, you know that?”

He kisses the hand you use to flick his forehead and smiles up at you before biting one of your fingers idly, “But aren’t I…. your dork now?”

You sit up in the bed and lean down to kiss him, “Yea, you are,” before shimmying off the bed and wobbling around to find the remnants of your clothes and shoes.

Choso watches from the edge of the mattress, an obvious pout on his face at the loss of contact from your body.

“I just need to pee ok? I am NOT about to get a UTI before exams.”

Choso huffs in defeat and stands up to sort his clothes from your own, wincing in weak remorse when you throw your ripped tights into the bedroom trash can.

“I’ll join you in a moment.”

You step out of the bedroom and wobble your way down the hallway, not bothering to relock the door, while Choso slides on his boxers and jeans in one pull. He moves around the floor in search of his shirt when footsteps quickly approach the bedroom and Yuji swings the door open.

“Oh there you are!”

Choso is frozen solid standing in a room torn apart that reeks of sex while being covered in sweat and remnants of cum.

“I just saw Y/N walking sooo funny to the bathroom and flipping me off,” he laughs and covers his abdomen, “She totally just got fucked-”

There’s a silence between the two men.

“Hey where are your clothes?”

“Uhhhh…”

Choso stands half-naked with his shirt not even around his neck as Yuji quickly begins putting dots together and stares at his brother in complete shock. Before another word can be issued between them Todo appears and smacks Yuji’s back.

“My best friend, why are you interrupting your brother at this moment?”

“He’s,” Yuji points out, still in complete shock at Choso, “He’s banging my friend!”

Choso winces but Todo just crosses his arms and sighs in disappointment, “Allow him to relish in the feeling of finally getting the person who he desires the most.”

“Yea but she’s my-”

“If I had the opportunity with Takada or YOU had the opportunity with Megan Thee Stallion or Megumi.. Would you want HIM to burst into the room?”

Choso has no idea how this idiotic comparison is somehow making Yuji ok with the idea of him sleeping and now dating you, but he isn’t about to ruin the opportunity. 

“No… I wouldn’t”

“See? You’re growing up nicely. But!” Todo returns his hand to Yuji’s shoulders and guides him out of the room, “You still have training to do until then… you need to beat me at flip cup now!”

Choso waits half a moment before sighing in relief but knows when Yuji’s sober he’ll have to come clean in a better way; he slides his shirt back over his head and scurries out to the bathroom. A quick courtesy knock before he swings it open and shuts it, before standing behind your figure washing your hands. His hands wrap around your waist while he places small kisses on your shoulder.

“Choooosooo”

“Hmmm?”

“You left a million hickies!”

He giggles and laughs into your shoulder before mumbling ‘good’ and spinning you around to face him. 

“Everyone will notice.”

“That’s the point.”

You roll your eyes playfully and then look back down at your shirt, still uncomfortable from the sensation of the now cold and sticky fabric.

“It’s kinda gross…”

“So wear mine.”

You look back up at him as he effortlessly slips his own shirt off and tugs at you to do the same, though his eyes linger on the swell of your tits long enough for you to swat him away playfully. It’s an oversized band t-shirt that nearly falls to the same length as your skirt and smells just like his cologne. 

“I might never return it.”

“I’ll give you a million of them if you promise to always wear them,” he kisses your lips, “especially around Suguru and Satoru.“

“Hmm? Jealous?”

He chuckles and keeps his hands planted on your hips, “How could I not be? Those two get to see you all the time while I have to pretend to leave shit at your apartment as an excuse.”

Your heart tugs at his confession and you push the hair falling into his face back for a moment before it cascades back down to its original spot, “You know you can see me whenever you want to as well now?”

He smiles wide and plants a few more pecks onto your flesh, the awkward and emotional side of him creeping back in.

“Wait, you’re gonna be shirtless now?”

“Yea, I don’t really mind if it means you’re comfortable.”

“But everyone is gonna see the hickies I left on you.”

Choso smiles and pivots to admire his back in the mirror, “Hey don’t forget the scratches– ow!”

You shove him lightly and laugh before opening the bathroom door and making room for him to step out after you. 

“Can I stay at your place tonight? I don’t really want the first thing I do when I wake up to be to explain to Yuji about all of this.”

“Yea, that’s fine.. Was there something else you were thinking of doing when you first wake up?”

He follows you to the edge of the stairs, the music getting louder and louder, “I have a few things in mind, but–” his eyes trail down to his own doc marten boots and your mary-jane ones, “I want the first thing Suguru and Satoru see when they get to the apartment to be my shoes next to yours.”

OMGGG a really long one shot and my first NSFW on this app hehehe

hope you liked it! I'm gonna make a list of holiday topics and try to grind them out despite it being halfway through the month already whoops -> Choso's would be a part 2 to this one :)

reblogs/likes/comments all appreciated <3

-oatmeal

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Trump can’t do ANYTHING for his base

I'm on a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me in PITTSBURGH on THURSDAY (May 15) at WHITE WHALE BOOKS, and in PDX on Jun 20 at BARNES AND NOBLE with BUNNIE HUANG. More tour dates (London, Manchester) here.

Trump's coalition includes a huge number of people who will suffer terribly from his policies, but who voted for him anyway. Trumpism requires that he find ways to keep those Christmas-voting turkeys happy, or at least distracted.

Trump's go-to move for keeping his base happy is inflicting pain on people they hate, like immigrants, racialized people, queers and women. That goes a long way, obviously: there's a kind of person who can be distracted from their own deteriorating material condition by the spectacle of cruel treatment for their enemies.

But Trumpism can't just run on sadism. There's a lot of people who enjoy the sadism, but not so much that it cancels out their own rage at their deteriorating personal conditions. Trump's main tactic is to blame the suffering of his base on the rest of us: "radical leftists," "wokeism" and other hobgoblins of the small-minded. That, too, has its limits – especially when Trump controls Congress, the courts, the senate and the White House. Obviously, Trump isn't above blaming his own people for being traitors (e.g., by sending a literal noose-bearing lynch mob after his own vice president), but there are limits to this, even for Trump. If all the power-brokers in Trump's coalitions are branded as disloyal, cowardly, or traitorous, Trump will have no one left to do the actual work of advancing his agenda.

Ultimately, keeping Trump's base happy requires providing some form of material benefit to that base. Every authoritarian has a version of this – like the cash handouts that Poland's former far-right government gave out:

https://pulitzercenter.org/stories/poland-model-promoting-family-values-cash-handouts

For Trump, this presents a problem: because he represents the interests of exploitation, extraction and looting, everything nice that he gives to everyday people in his base potentially gores the ox of someone who really matters to him. It's no surprise, for example, that he reversed Biden's price-cuts for Big Pharma's most expensive drugs – the cheaper drugs are for sick people, the less profitable they'll be for pharma companies:

https://www.levernews.com/trump-already-disarmed-the-war-on-drug-prices/

Luckily (for Trump), Biden's consumer protection and antitrust agencies teed up a long list of extremely good policies that would directly shift money from rich parasites to everyday people. For example, the Consumer Finance Protection Bureau passed a rule that would make it very easy to find out which bank would charge you the least and pay you the most, and let you switch banks with one click:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/01/bankshot/#personal-financial-data-rights

It was a move that would have shifted $667m/year from banks to everyday people, every year, forever. But Trump's most important barons, like Elon Musk, hated the Consumer Finance Protection Bureau and insisted that it be shuttered, so that $667m/year will go to the banks after all – indeed, virtually all of the good things Biden's CFPB decreed the American public would enjoy henceforth have been destroyed. Sure, Trump would have liked to have taken credit for these, but the conflict between stolen valor and displeasing Shadow President Musk will always cash out in Musk's favor.

It's not just the CFPB. The FTC also set up a whole roster of ambitious projects to improve life for Americans. Some of these made the news in a big way, like the antitrust case against Meta:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/04/18/chatty-zucky/#is-you-taking-notes-on-a-criminal-fucking-conspiracy

Trump has lots of upsides from pursuing the Meta case. Everyone hates Meta products, including (especially) the people who are trapped using them because that's where their friends, family, communities, customers or audiences are. Breaking up Meta would be hugely popular with the American people. But also, once a court has convicted Meta of violating antitrust law, Trump can solicit favors – cash and favorable algorithmic treatment – from Meta in exchange for ordering his FTC to go easy on Meta in the "remedy phase," letting them off with a fine, rather than forcing them to spin out Whatsapp and Instagram:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/12/the-enemy-of-your-enemy/#is-your-enemy

But even if Trump lets Meta walk, there's plenty of great stuff Biden's FTC did that he could take credit for – policies that would help everyday people.

The most prominent of these is the FTC's "Click to Cancel" rule. It's a pretty simple rule: companies have to make it as easy to cancel a subscription as it was to sign up for it.

In other words, they can't do that thing – beloved of everything from the New York Times to every manosphere influencer's supplement business – where you can sign up for a subscription with one click, but you can't cancel unless you phone them, wait on hold, and beg them to let you off the hook.

Companies do this on purpose, because it's super profitable. Amazon executives carried on internal email threads where they straight up said that they'd deliberately made it confusingly easy to sign up for Prime and basically impossible to stop paying for it:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/03/big-tech-cant-stop-telling-on-itself/

This is a no-brainer. Companies make signing up for subscriptions into a greased slide, and they make canceling subscriptions into a greased pole.

No wonder, then, that when the FTC solicited public comments on a proposed "click to cancel" rule, they had no trouble building up the evidentiary record needed to pass the rule.

Now, Trump's FTC has announced that they are delaying enforcement of the rule until mid-July:

https://techcrunch.com/2025/05/10/ftc-delays-enforcement-of-click-to-cancel-rule/

This is the second time they've delayed enforcement (originally, the rule was supposed to go into effect in January). Trump FTC chairman Andrew Ferguson had no trouble getting the votes for the suspension, because he illegally fired the two Democratic Commissioners, Alvaro Bedoya and Rebecca Slaughter:

https://www.theverge.com/decoder-podcast-with-nilay-patel/657115/ftc-bedoya-slaughter-trump-fired-supreme-court-interview

Ferguson is proof that the FTC can't do anything material for Trump's base. Sure, he can set up a snitch-line so tht FTC employees can rat each other out for being "woke":

https://www.ftc.gov/system/files/ftc_gov/pdf/bedoya-statement-emergency-motion.pdf

This should be a slam dunk. It epitomizes the "unfair and deceptive" business practices Section 5 of the FTC Act empowers the agency to snuff out. The Trump admin is unwilling to gore the ox of out-and-out scammers, people who trick you into unkillable subscriptions. It seems that there's no material benefit that Trump's oligarch backers are willing to cede to working people. All they can offer is cruelty.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/05/12/greased-slide/#greased-pole

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thoughts on episode 18

boy howdy can i just say how nice it is to read this when it's coming out and not when i'm like. at work and actively in meetings lmao

anyways we made it!! the festival of stars is here!! i'm going to cry when i see lyca's little bun i can just feel it. live reading here we go!!

spoilers through ep 18

i'm screaming already everyone pray for my roommate who is asleep

UGH THE CARDS RIGHT WHEN I OPEN THE APP they're all so prettyyyyyy i love them oh it's just towa hi jin

rip bunny girl. i was so ready for a jumpscare there lmao

VAGASTROM CAMEO RIGHT OFF THE BAT hiiii alan. note to self: get the vagastrom kids to help build my ikea furniture. stop wait are you telling me alan just carries around chicken. in his pockets. for the cats. chicken??? just in. his pockets??? BE CAREFUL AROUND DARKWICK GOD ALL THE GHOULS KNOW NOT TO TRUST THEM UGHHHH alan i love you

oh wow i've been so busy rereading chapters i forgot we got diamonds for new ones lmao

BLACK MARKET CAT TREATS god i love this game

oh canceled last year you say? perhaps because of the clash or a murder mayhaps?? looks like they're going with the traditional 7/7 date, that's cool. SKY KING IS REAL?? PROTECTION? oh she's still got two months okay interesting good to know. so potentially two more inter house missions then before they switch it up for the plot.

YES GRILL THAT LITTLE BITCH MC GO GIRL exhausting every avenue my ass.

the vibe hahaha i bet he learned that from rui. PLEASE tell me lyca is going to say "oh, truth!" at some point too. LOVE that subaru is suspicious. get him on my investigation team!! "choose a weaver" bitch who else would towa EVER choose hahaha except haru subaru blushing!!!!

towa is so funny dude

lyca will you please just tell me about my scent :( is it the kyklos be honest

omg zenji hi!! i feel like that meme whenever i see him, he's so fun. god i'm typing too much already i gotta chill. THAT LITTLE PERSON lyca i love you so much. zenji's actually gonna make me cry and we're like five chapters in dude i can't do this

FENYANG okay had to pause the fun music to look that up. apparently it's not a sheep but a river valley region in china lol. earth spirits in game though!!! that live in burial jars, that's super cool. someone remind me to add that to my anomalies list later. towa's little giggle is so cute ugh. such a fantastic group of ghouls for this mission im so excited.

ZENJI YOUTUBE VIDEO LETS GO i love that hes the one who tells us these stories. this is such a fun way to do this. who do you think draws the pictures for him? THREE OUT OF TEN hahaha towa PLEASE

ooo a riddle, that's fun. towa saying another wish is crazy. i wonder how powerful the sky king is? is there a limit to the wishes he can grant? is it a monkey paw thing? oh okay got my answer right away lol. oblivion and immortality....interesting. she could wish for the memory of the kyklos to disappear into oblivion. YES lyca we are on the same page!!! god lyca is so smart THATS MY BOY

NEW TOWA NICKNAME LUPIN making a post RIGHT NOW so i do that tomorrow. i mean lupin obviously latin root lup--wolf. so. anyways! it's actually so funny that zenji can't clap and make sounds hahaha i love that. fun detail. towa and lyca are so funny this is so good. "i'm good at jumping over things" omg the fox is back lyca said its on SIGHT

sho in a track suit????? the sky king is blessing me already HELLOOOOOOO BABY!! he's worried about salmonella ilysm sho

AND RIGHT AFTER IS THE MAN BUN oh god okay okay okay okay okay okay okay i can be normal about this okay okay

everyone looks so good!!! ugh top tier outfit design as usual. hodge and podge!! my favs!!! i love that they fixed her outfit omg. this is so sweet dude. subaru saying "carefully worn" makes me feel like someone's gonna rip theirs lol. my money's on towa. oh i bet the lantern floating is going to look so pretty.

STUFF LMAO HAKU STOP oh my god zenji might accidentally get laid to rest?? hello???

"here chimi take my hand" dude where. your hand is INSIDE your sleeve. love you tho. oh nvm he did that on purpose hahaha. "today, the line between our world and other worlds like the spirit world becomes blurred in hotarubi." FASCINATING. wait students get spirited away?? lmaooo at least they come back weeks later?? this is so funny. no big deal. super chill.

sky king is a smash. i am not taking comments at this time.

towa and lyca not sitting is SO funny i love these dudes. "child of beast," lyca; "shade" subaru??; "miraculous one" towa; "cursed being" mc; HELLO?? SHADE?? unless he was referring to zenji but like. shade? hello? as in a spirit shade or a shady soul or WHAT? i mean i've seen some stories where shades are like, reflections of beings so maybe because of subaru's stigma? oh that's so interesting. super cool that his stigma didn't work on the scroll, love that. can't wait to see what these challenges are!!

HARU HEY BABE omg wait are they rainbow toffee apples??? the gay apples we get to level up?? no way hahaha. omg lyca paying for us ill cry rn. little robot gear dude??? how much you wanna bet gen or mio or whatever made that? clockwork anomaly is adorable and i love them. THEYRE FROM DIONYSIA!!! ITS MIOS LETS GOOOO

does towa not like it because it's mechanical? more points in my nature being theory basket. also instantly pacified by haru complimenting him. love them

oh i bet it's ultio that fucked up the dorm then lmao. no wonder it hasn't gotten fixed.

love that someone's sabotaging this though, that'll make it fun. ramen buddies!! hell YES they're hanging together!! detective reaching shinjo lyca PLEASE subaru using his stigma to find the winning ticket is SENDING ME. romeo is going to kill him hahaha ritsu is so funny dude. too bad he ditched his date for legal matters sorry ren :(

oh cool subaru's controlling his stigma more! love powers that are tied to emotional states. it makes sense then, that basically confirms why jin's is on the fritz. zenji's been so worried this whole episode stop that you're making ME worried.

close up on sho don't mind if i do! lyca is so excited omg look at him. i love this episode everyone is so cute. oh my god the heart attack i just had when i thought sho could see zenji hahaha my jaw DROPPED. sho being so confident we'll be around next year please ill CRY. im so obsessed with him. i keep thinking other ghouls are my favorite but then here he is still being AMAZING. ugh.

magpie building a bridge!! story reference!! wishes on bamboo!! aw towa wants to be a hero :') lyca wishing for nero ughhh. "i would never again make a wish upon something i can't see." uh oh zenji, demonic pact reference? oh elias makes the soda that's funny.

SUNS GONE CONFIRMATION FOR TOWA i love having obvious theories proven. boosts my ego. anyways i hope this place is a spirit road this is sick. is the voice repeating wishes or something? repeating her thoughts???

oh hey alan. HAHA WAIT HE TOLD SHO HE WAS LOST oh my god i love you alan never change. whats the vibe between alan and subaru why is it weird. ALLY?? DISSIDENTS HAHAHA i just choked on my snack. "i'll return the favor" oh i can't wait to see that come back around. bye alan love you. zenji calling him dashing is great, who wouldn't have a crush on alan?

WATERMELON EXORCISMS?

kaito and luca festival date!!! oh my god i am eating GOOD today!! omg luca and jiro being buddies mention, fav rarepair if imma be real. it's up there. THATS WHAT ROMI CALLS HIM oh no lyca is getting the bar boys nicknames for everyone this is so funny. "toadstool here!" kaito i love you dude

i love when they make subaru taller than the gen ed students. he's like 5' nothing in my head. damn lyca you're cool as hell. can we eat the watermelons after we exorcise them. asking for a friend. OH MY GOD WE CAN

is the sky king the cowherd do we need to find his weaver? why is my mans crying :(

SHAMEPLANT??? oh my god towa. power rangers!!! omg this is so funny.

SUBARU SNAPPING LETS GOOOO i just had goosebumps hoooly shit oh my god. dude the music going quiet too was CRAZY. oh my god. ohhh my god. towa's immediately like "yeah you should have said it louder actually. i recommend lightning." oh that mask sequence was so cool i watched it three times ngl

dude the way i just got so sad that the wish isn't getting granted even though i knew it wouldn't happen smh. give us the panel of towa and lyca hugging cowards. oh what was with the creepy music behind zenji at the end there? interesting.

i really feel like this episode could have benefitted from like, two more chapters at least to wrap everything up. still though, good story, and i'm super bummed we never found out why the sky king was crying. what did zenji mean about the original japanese?? literally gonna be scouring people's posts for that, i'll link it here when i find one.

ugh such a cute episode this was all so so so cute. good episode. VAGASTROM NEXT LETS GO BABY!! maybe we'll get some more lore. mc said two more months, so we'll see where in the time frame this next one is!! posts coming tomorrow on towa's nicknames for lyca and subaru and i'm sure i'll do a couple theory posts on the new info once i've slept

the most important part of this episode was lyca's bun thank you and goodnight it's almost 2 am hahaha

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The House Guest 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: an old acquaintance calls in a favour, leaving you with an unexpected house guest.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Where can a man get a beer around here?” Bucky’s voice distracts you from watching the starchy boil of potatoes.  

You step back look at him as he fills the doorway. The house was built in another time. People were smaller. Or maybe he’s just big. 

“Oh, the beer stores about fifteen minutes away.” 

“Great,” he says. “Phone can’t find it. Map’s blank.” 

“Ah, yeah, up here, that happens,” you say. “Fifteen minutes driving. It’ll be at least an hour on foot.” 

“Right,” the disappointment is crisp in his voice. 

“I got a case of Molson in the fridge. Neighbour’s wife was sick and I helped out. Gesture of kindness... for anyone that drinks. You’re welcome to it.” You take a fork and poke at the potatoes. “It’ll end up in the sink anyway.” 

He inhales audibly, “you don’t mind?” 

“As long as you don’t. I don’t know if it’s any good. I’m not a beer person. Unfortunately, everyone else around here is,” you turn off the burner and lift the large pot. 

You carry it to the sink and dump the potatoes into the strainer. A cloud of steam puffs up and sets a sheen over your face. You grunt and put the hot pot aside. You lift the colander and shake out the excess water. 

You look over your shoulder and set it back down. He’s still in the doorway, watching. It must be strange. To be fair, you feel the same. You’re not used to company and he’s a far way from home. 

You go to the fridge and break off a tall can from the six-pack. You bring it to him and his lips clamp sheepishly, “thanks. Coulda waited til dinner... you need help?” 

“I got it,” you assure as you hold out the can.  

He takes it an examines the label. “More of a Heineken man.” 

“Like I said, I wouldn’t know the difference,” you shrug. 

You return to the sink and dump the potatoes back into the pot. He lingers at the door as he cracks the can. You cross to the fridge again as tension pinches the nape of your neck. You take out the butter and milk. The door sucks shut and you sniff as you back up. 

“I... never been to New York,” you say to fill the void. “I hear it smells.” 

“Stinks,” he agrees. “Born in Indiana but I ended up in New York. Home to me. Or... was.” 

“Right,” you nod as you add some milk and butter to the potatoes and grab the masher. “I grew up south of here. Small town but closer to the city. Compared to this it was a metropolis.” 

“It’s quiet up here.” 

“Sure it,” you agree. “It’s nice. Most of the time.” 

You put a lid on the pot to keep it warm and go to the stove. You turn off the steamer as the lid begins to tremble. The timer on the stove counts down. 

“I can take you to the beer store tomorrow. Sorry but I hate driving after dark. The moose don’t exactly abide by the rules of the road.” You explain. 

“It’s fine,” he takes a loud slurp. “It’s beer. It’s not...” he sucks his teeth loudly. “You know, I can’t even get drunk. The taste is just familiar.” 

“Fair enough,” you hit the cancel button before the time can yell at you. “Dinner’s ready.” 

You open the cupboard and take down two plates. You lay them out side by side and work at doling out the portions. His shadow hovers on the other side of the stove. 

“Thanks, you know,” he dares to inch closer. “You already put a roof over me, now you’re feeding me.” 

“No biggie. Just the way up here.” 

He sniffs and gets closer, peeking at the pan as you carve out a hunk of meatloaf, “hadn’t had good home cooking since... well, I been living off the microwave crap or take out.” 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you warn him. “It’s nothing special, I manage. As long as the meat’s cooked, I’m not complaining.” 

“Me either,” he agrees. You lift the plates but before you can bring them to the table, he stops you. He puts the beer on the counter and brings his hands to the edges of the plates. “I got it.” 

You let him take the food and he brings it to the table. You watch him then scoop up the can and follow him. It’s going to be an adjustment. For both of you. 

You put the Molson next to his plate as he’s reluctant to claim his seat, “dig in. It’ll get cold.” 

You go back to grab cutlery and come back. You sit and hand him a knife and fork. He reaches with his left hand and hesitates as you look at his metal digits.  

He clutches the cutlery and quickly retracts. You don’t mention it though you do wonder if he’s embarrassed. Why? Isn’t that what makes him special? A hero? Or whatever he is. 

“This place is old. My ma had the same lintels on her doors in 1934.” He points with his fork to the door frame. 

“Old on top of old. Those are actually from the twenties. No one was doing renos in the thirties, I’m sure you know that. Somewhere back there, one of my great great whatever’s put in a stove and fridge and wired the place up. Kept the fire stove though. Antique now.” 

“Antique, like me,” he scoffs. 

You nod, unsure how to respond. You hope you don’t think you were implying anything. You get a bit carried away. Your mother and grandmother were always into genealogy and you caught a bit of the bug. 

Or maybe he thinks you’re over explaining. He was alive. He would know all these things and could guess the rest. You bite into the meatloaf and stare at the painted trim on the plate. 

“Ma’s place was taken down. Lived near the base since dad was there and they flattened it for a firing range. Now the place in New York... drug den now. New York, glamourous, really. You’re missing out,” he tuts dryly. 

You look up at him and give a tight-lipped expression, “sorry to hear that.” 

“It is what it is. The world changes. With or without you,” he reaches for the beer and swigs. His blue eyes dart to the wall and sharpen. He put the can down with a bit of force and pats his chest. He feels around and grimaces. “I’m gonna have a--” there’s a crinkle and he slides out another sucker. “Well...” 

He waves the candy at you and stands. You watch him silently and scrape your fork through the mashed potato. He twirls the stick between his fingers. 

“It’s good,” he points to his plate, “really.” He clears his throat and shifts on his feet, “back soon.” 

He turns and marches out. You look down at your food and slice into the loaf. The grainy scent of the beer wafts over. You take another bite as your forehead creases in thought. Sam’s a funny guy and this feels a bit like a joke. 

[pinkaditty]

Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 5

hey man. the world keeps turning and i keep waking up. im grateful!

a/n: sorry i didn't update this series all weekend i mysteriously got sick with nausea and terrible headaches so i stayed away from my laptop most of the time. also please join me in prayer for an election recount. amen! anyways. enjoy haku and the others jacking it! quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

summary: pt 5 of the "Who's Passing NNN?" Tokyo Debunker series. i am genuinely surprised y'all like these but hey! i enjoy writing them which makes it so much better!

cw: men pulling their dicks out to rub them!!!!!! MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL!!!!!!!!!!!! again... not proofread.

Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken

(obscuary next... halfway through with them. enjoy!)

Hotarubi: 

Subaru Kagami: Pass

Honestly struggled with him a little bit because of how funny it would be if he failed and writing him in a situation where he had to hold it together, but then I realized I already did that (see “He Knows”). I love tormenting submissive men but I’m gonna give him a lil break. 

He’s hard as a rock. His cock harshly presses into his pants, seeking friction and begging to be set free. Subaru, however, remains the picture of elegance - if you ignore his flushed cheeks and trembling silhouette. He was sitting alone in the hidden Hotarubi cabin, waiting to meet Haku later. He held a hot cup of tea in front of him, trying not to spill it as he slowly lifts it to his lips. He manages to gently sip at it, his fingers slipping just slightly and spilling just a little over the edges. The tea slides from his lips, past his chin, and down his neck, lightly staining the collar of his shirt. He sighs in frustration and hooks a finger over his collar, pulling it away from the tea. He only just now realizes how warm he felt, the exposure of his heated skin to cooler air giving him goosebumps. He suppresses a gasp at the feeling and readjusts his collar, placing his tea down with his other hand. Now that he was aware of the heat, it wouldn’t leave him alone. It seemed to flood his body from head to toe - flushed cheeks and neck, his body tense with heat and arousal, his blood flowing to his shameful erection. 

He wondered if he should cancel on Haku, and nearly immediately regrets the thought. That would potentially make things inconvenient for him, and he didn’t want that… But he also knew he wouldn’t be much for conversation like this. Not to mention it would be absolutely mortifying if Haku saw right through him. Subaru sighs, though it sounds more like a pleasured groan. This was a terrible predicament.

He gets a notification on his phone. Something from Wickchat. With trembling hands, he opens the message. It’s from Haku. He’s running late. 

Subaru sighs. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get through the next half hour waiting for Haku like this. Technically, he could take care of it, here… There was no one around, the rain would muffle any noise, and it’s not like this cabin is clearly visible through the trees. He whips his head around the empty cabin, as though someone would be hiding in the corners. His flush grows deeper at the thought of doing this somewhere other than his dorm, but he can’t deny the way his cock jumps at the thought of getting away with it. With his lips pressed into a thin, trembling line - he reaches for his pants, squeezing himself through the fabric. He whines, the sound more needy than intended. He slaps a hand to his mouth, going silent for a moment, his eyes darting to the windows of the small space. When he decides he’s safe, he does it again -- squeezing himself gently, trying to relieve some pressure. It isn’t long before he’s gently rubbing his palm against his tip, teasing himself. He keeps his hand clasped tight to his mouth, muffled moans and whimpers slipping through. He gently teases the head, slowly dragging his fingers up and down his shaft. He rubs his thighs together and leans forward, realizing his peak is rapidly approaching. He rips his hand from his mouth and swiftly grabs a handkerchief, pointing his cock at that as he finally bursts, a strangled moan lifting from his throat and his cum spurting onto the thin fabric. He shivers, staring at the mess, wondering if brewing another cup of tea would get the scent of his arousal out of the air. 

Haku Kusanagi: Fail

Come on. Let’s be for real. He did not try. Caught wind of the bet between Romeo and Rui and just laughed. He is not passing this shit, and he knows it. As much as I would love to write Haku getting off… I’ll make him suffer one more time.

Haku shivers, the air just a tad bit chilly on the galaxy express. Usually, these rides were quick, but unfortunately, his mission had been quite a ways away. He could expect to be here for a while. He chews on his thumbnail, tapping his foot as though to speed up time. He drums his fingers on the plush seat next to him, doing anything to distract himself and pass the time. He was good at hiding his arousal, typically, and that hadn’t changed today. But, for whatever reason, every single sensation felt more potent today. The chill of the air on his face, the slide of his shirt and collar along his chest and neck, the rush of warmth following every twitch of his impatient length - it all felt the same. Stimulating. He found himself having to blink multiple times or gently shake his head to prevent himself from getting lost in sensation after sensation. 

He sighs and leans his head back, listening intently to the gentle thrum of the hearth of the train as it smoothly coasted through the unseen anomalous pockets of space. He was glad this train didn’t rumble or thump, because if it did, it would’ve caused him more than enough friction to lose himself far quicker. 

He shifts his gaze to his half-hard cock as it continues to rise insistently. He groans inwardly, his expression twisting into a displeased look. Heat flushes through him as his cock twitches, as though noticing his attention. He sighs miserably, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was not going to jack off on this train. He’d have to wait. He was supposed to be meeting Subaru when he got back, but he really didn’t feel like showing up with an obvious boner. He’d simply have to be late, not that this boner was giving him much choice. He couldn’t even shift his attention away from it. The flush creeping up his skin made the cool air of the train that much more potent. The sweat beading from his chest makes his shirt stick to him, brushing against him more directly. His unhurried, labored breaths only quickened with every twitch. He could feel his mind clouding, slowly succumbing to the pleasant sensations, and small, soft moans escaping his lips. He keens once, feeling his cock reach full mast and form a tent, desperate as he was for release. He shakes his head, gritting his teeth and curling his hands into fists. He was not going to jack off on this train. 

He sits back upright, panting, certain his bangs were sticking to his forehead. Finally, the train makes an announcement. “Now arriving at Darwick Academy…” Haku sighs with relief, beyond ready to march back to his dorm room. He’s on his feet before the train even stops, driven blind by a need for release. He squeezes his thighs together, waiting at the door for the train to stop, shakily texting Subaru that he’d be late. 

Zenji Kotodama: Pass (Unintentionally)

He didn’t even realize it was NNN, man. To him, it was purposely abstaining from it to fuel his inspiration. Like hunger and thirst, certain sensations do go away or are dulled when you die, but intense emotions remain… desire being one of them. 

It’s harder than you’d think for a ghost to find some alone time. He’d finally finished composing his newest tune to play on his biwa, and wanted nothing more than to retreat to his own world. His newest tune had been about desire, something he felt so frequently as a ghost. A desire to live, a desire to be, a desire to connect with those around him. He also felt himself longing for physical pleasures, too. He can touch anything he wants… so long as it isn’t a living person. He just passes right through them. Thankfully, his dormmates that could see him do opt to pretend he can, but he wants to feel. He wants to touch. He wants to connect. 

Unfortunately, until that day dawned, he’d have to settle for himself, his beloved doll, and everything else. 

He’d left both the doll and his biwa out on one of Hotarubi’s may balconies, to watch the rain and the koi fish swimming in the ponds. Since Subaru knew he was “here”, he’d graciously allowed Zenji to keep a room, which he hardly uses, but is grateful for anyway. It is here that he retreats, letting the desire to touch brew into a boil. He grunts, dissatisfied, as he stalks to his bed, plopping his back onto the pillowy sheets. He groans, sinking into the bed. Despite his complicated mix of emotions, he still feels his arousal stir, feeling himself swell with the desire to touch, or be touched. He presses his lips into a thin line, welcoming the warmth as it swallows him whole. His cheeks flush and soft moans escape his lips as he imagines how it must feel; hands gently caressing his body, starting with his cheeks, then moving to his neck, gently trailing their nails across his sensitive skin, splaying their fingers wide on his chest, pressing them down hard as they pass over his nipples, moving lower, and lower, and lower… Zenji finds himself arcing into the imaginary touch, his dick twitching as though it were real. He shivers, following the insistent demand of his lower body and letting his hands trail further down his own body, hooking his thumb over his pants and tugging them down.

It isn’t long before he’s stroking his length, his desire taking hold of him completely. He throws his head back on the bed as he gently strokes himself, imagining someone else is teasing his length, taking slower strokes until they are satisfied. Zenji groans and begins thrusting into his hand, curling it tighter around his shaft. He traces his body with his other hand, touching and teasing all the places he’d like to be touched. He moans in tandem with each touch and thrust into his hand, feeling his peak reach him rapidly. He curls his free hand into his shirt as he cums, spurting his mess onto his hand and thighs. He turns his gaze down to his hand as he gently squeezes the last few drops out of himself. He’d have to keep settling for this.

a/n: caught my ass genuinely drooling as i was writing haku's part man im cooked. like!!! haku!! come to the old chapel... i'll totally give u head brew u some tea!!!! (tbh either way works he's so cute i just wanna spend time with him)

siiiiighhh anyways note that i appreciate likes, comments, and reblogs!!!! please tell me how much you enjoyed this! it means a lot to know you guys like my writing!

[lsunstreakerl]

1.4k follow up to the pacific rim thing. daniel POV... with a surprise guest feature in the middle. and the end

"Please confirm: this procedure will suppress any and all memories you have of Max Emilian Verstappen, former copilot of jaeger HB-333. Is this the correct individual?"

"Yes."

"You will no longer consciously remember this individual. You will no longer consciously recognize this individual. This procedure does not eliminate subconscious memories or habits. It is important to avoid this individual or mentions of this individual moving forward. This procedure cannot be repeated. This procedure is irreversible. Prolonged exposure to this individual post-procedure will result in a potentially harmful rapid reconstruction of your memories. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes."

"Please type your full name, birthday, and military identification code, with your fingerprint ID. Your pre-operative instructions will print shortly following identity confirmation. This is your last opportunity to cancel this procedure. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes."

------

He's alone in the drift. There's the landscape of someone else, endless corridors and half thought through structures.

There's no Max.

It's unnerving to be alone in a space designed for two. Daniel doesn't remember what Max's drift is supposed to look like.

Something is watching him, invisible eyes itching between his shoulders, flickers at the edge of his vision.

He doesn't think it's this.

------

There's an alarm blaring.

Daniel has enviro-gel in his mouth when they pull him out of the tank, a raging headache at the base of his skull.

None of the other pilots are present.

He's spitting gel into the trash can, watching the boots run in— they're not pilots. They're still military.

Max's vitals have dipped again. The boots don't care about Daniel, hitting buttons on the side of the tank.

The enviro-gel swirls out the vacuum drain that opens. They're pulling Max out, fully suited.

Daniel's head hurts.

The alarm rings in his ears, flashing strobes pulsing in sync with the throb at the base of his skull.

He asks the medic next to him what's happening.

She tells him they're taking Max to the jaeger. That he still pilots, if they drop him in next to a kaiju. That there's an outbreak.

Daniel's head hurts.

They'd pulled him out early.

Three shots. Wasted, all of them. Max still isn't awake.

They're going to put Max in 01 anyways.

The pounding in his head is worse. It's migrating behind his eyes, pulling at his chest. Screaming at him to follow. That Max is in danger.

Daniel doesn't care.

He doesn't care.

He can't care—

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"Ah, hello 01. I wanted to name you, that is what Danny and I did with Honey. He's not here yet— it is just you and me right now. But I'm sure that's temporary, so I will tell you about him anyways.

He is my drift partner. He's Australian, and he laughs very loudly, and he loves very fiercely, and he wants to protect people just as much as I do, so I am going to make a good driftscape, so he doesn't have to work as hard when he gets here.

Some people think it's dumb to talk to their jaegers, 01, but I like it."

------

"Sorry, 01. I am sure it has been a lot, trying Alex and Pierre, but Daniel is still on recovery leave. It is only temporary, yes? They are supposed to bring in someone else soon to try and drift with me, so it hurts less.

They are saying there is a drift network edit they want to try as well— something that lets me take over most things. That way we won't need as high of a drift compatibility to pilot you."

------

"Fuck, 01— I am— the drift is—"

------

"Good news, 01! I can solo pilot until Daniel gets back. Checo is okay for helping me after we get back, but it will just be you and me for now.

It is better this way."

------

"..."

------

"Hi, 01. It is just you and me. For good. Daniel is not coming back, and I am not allowed to talk to him about it, and—

You and I are doing just fine."

------

"This is jaeger pilot MEV, jaeger code 01, requesting emergency assistance. I repeat, this is jaeger pilot MEV, jaeger code 01, requesting emergency assistance..."

------

"Hello, 01! You are looking very lovely today, much better than when they dragged us back. I think. I have only seen the pictures. I was thinking about putting a sticker somewhere, but I have not been able to decide what I want.

Charles said it was stupid, overclocking like that, but I think people are making it a bigger deal than it is.

I could have sworn I heard Daniel right at the end. I know I spend lots of time now saying shitty things about him, but really— he's not so bad. Everyone says he's not coming back, but I am not so sure. I bet he could be convinced, if someone could tell me where to find him."

------

"Yes, yes, I'm overclocking it, I am well aware, stop yelling at me. They should change those parameters, 01. They are designed for pilot pairs. If Daniel were here we would not be overclocked at all, I will tell you that much."

------

"This is pilot MEV, dropping in jaeger 01 for emergency assistance. Please use damaged units to assist in scene evacuation...

...and don't worry. I've got this."

------

"You and me, 01. Full send."

------

Daniel winces with each flash of the alarm strobes. He's behind the boots, watching Max's helmeted head roll limply where they're carrying him down the back hallways.

It's maintenance access to the jaeger docks. The hallways are used to get injured pilots out. They're not supposed to be used to put injured pilots in.

He splits away from the group at the lockers.

He and Esteban are around the same size, and the Frenchman always keeps a backup suit in the locker room.

Daniel hasn't been in a jaeger in three years. He's failed Max three times.

Four, counting the memory service.

His head is pounding, stabbing behind his eyes as he pulls gloves on, clasping the suit into place.

He hears the familiar warning siren of a jaeger being moved. He has six minutes to get into the pilots seat.

HB-333 is retired.

01 isn't.

It's designed now for a single pilot— but that doesn't make it incapable of having two.

Daniel doesn't remember, and Max isn't awake. He's not a praying man, not since he was little. He doesn't believe in miracles either, which leaves him out of options on optimism.

They used to be good.

Maybe they're both broken enough to fit together again.

------

There's a commander in front of him with ribbons across his chest. He's probably important, but Daniel doesn't remember him.

He's trying to tell him something, something about Max, and the drift.

Telling him that they aren't sure how much of Max is left.

How much of him is lost to the drift.

Daniel can hear what they're not saying— if Max doesn't wake up, he might be piloting 01 by himself.

He doesn't care.

------

"This is Daniel Ricciardo, pilot code DJR, initializing drift sequence protocols, emergency pilot for jaeger 01."

"Loud and clear, pilot. And Dan— it's nice to hear from you again, from all of us at HQ."

"Copy that, boys."

------

01 is beautiful. Daniel's head is pounding too much to appreciate it, finding his spot at the center console.

Max is limp next to him. There's a weak drift reading under his virtual name card, showing a connection to 01 just under 12%.

Daniel swallows down the bitter taste of disappointment, the lingering pressure of failure riding high on his shoulders. Max has not magically woken up.

Daniel is alone.

------

01 feels alive. Daniel takes a moment, prepared to be overwhelmed, but the crushing pressure from Max's memories never comes.

The weight of 01 feels cushioned around him, carefully ensuring that Daniel doesn't drown under the responsibility.

He sinks into the drift, flexing his fingers and feeling 01 move with him. It's smoother than HB-333 ever was, perfectly in tune with his movements.

The drift curls around his brain, reminds him of a cat slinking around his ankles. It's gentle and warm, coating his thoughts and his movements.

He feels stronger than ever— like he and 01 are a team. He's never been in a jaeger like this.

He takes a step. 01 moves with him.

Daniel had never talked to Honey. The jaegers are ultimately machines, incapable of anything beyond what the pilots ask of them.

This time, though.

"Hello, 01."

He feels lighter than he has in years. Confident. The drift curls tighter around him, friendly and content.

I missed you, Daniel.

[rubyszjuno]

little freak, harry styles

no warnings!

Harry’s POV.

“Harry.” I perk up at my name being called, I pack up my things and walk up towards Miss Thompson. She pulls out some papers that I’ve definitely seen in the past and she flips over the page to show me what certainly looks like a fail, on every single paper.

I pull a little face at her, not sure how to respond to the fact that I’m failing English. She taps on the table with her pen as if she wants me to look down at the paper again just to rub in the fact that I’m the only person not doing well in her lesson. I don’t believe that it’s my fault anyway, it’s definitely hers. Her way of teaching isn’t helpful and she’s an overall boring character.

“You’re going to be tutored.” She says to me out of nowhere and I frown, the little crease between my eyebrows on show. “(Y/N) said that she’ll help you out, she’s top of the class and she can do her best to get you the bestest of grades possible.” She explains to me as I look across the classroom to see you, the girl who I’m going to meet up with after school so you can teach me English Literature. Embarrassing.

“Okay, is there scheduled days or do I have to talk to her about it?” I ask, silently praying for the days to already be layed out for us. I don’t necessarily want to talk to you, though I know that I have to. I’ve never even spoke to you in my life, all I know is that you’re extremely smart according to our teacher. I’ll take her word for it anyway since I’m being forced to let you tutor me.

“Everything is sorted out for the two of you. We talked about it just before this lesson started.” She informs me and I eternally scream on the inside because she just saved me from the awkward situation I could’ve gone through.

I smile and nod at her, turning on my heel to finally leave the room to go to my friends and keep my mouth shut. They can’t know about this, I’ll get teased to death. “Oh! Harry.” She calls out again and I let out a little sigh, turning back around.

“Yeah?” I tilt my head, a curl falling in front of my face and I brush my hair back with my fingers. “I’ll also sit you two next to each other in the next seating chart, you’re dismissed.” She says and I send her a tight lipped smile and finally walk out of the classroom.

Miss Thompson handed me a sheet with all of our sessions written down so I wouldn’t forget and now I was heading to the library for our first lesson. I had to cancel football practice for this and I’ll never forgive that woman. Lying to my friends is one thing, but football practice? That’s the biggest pain ever.

I was too busy thinking about my old after school plans since I just walked into the door to the library instead of opening it. That’s one way to start this 30 minute session. I pull the door open and quietly exhale to myself, watching as you highlight something on a piece of paper from afar. I approach the table and drop my bag onto the floor, taking a seat in front of you.

“Hey.. (Y/N)?” I smile, but it sounded more like a question than a greeting. You smile back at me and pass me a piece of paper with pink highlights across some of the sentences. “Hey Harry.” You respond, but your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I understand that this is a little awkward for you since you don’t know me and I don’t know you, but I think that we’ll manage to get along since we’re doing this till our next exam which is around a month or so.” I nod in response. I think you can tell that I’m a little uneasy with all of this.

“Miss Thompson asked me to help you. I know you probably aren’t thrilled at all but I think this’ll be good for the both of us. You get a better mark on your papers and I’m getting half the credit. I think you have potential Harry, she made your marks out to be worse than they actually are. I have some of your past papers here, but they weren’t as bad as I thought they were going to be.” You tell me and I almost appreciate the fact that you think I could actually do better.

“Yeah, thanks, but a fail is a fail and she wants me to pass more than I even want to pass, so..” I shrug, my fingers picking and folding the paper on the table.

“Well.” You run your fingers through your hair, passing me a highlighter and one for yourself. “Let’s start, shall we? You can always ask me things you aren’t too sure on, I don’t bite.” I let out a little chuckle at that, looking down at the paperwork.

I thought you were more on the shy side but you seem to be more outgoing than I was. You’re actually a nice girl, not that I didn’t think you were but I knew that I’d never be interested in you if it weren’t for this. Our friendship grows each time we meet up and sometimes we even extend the time we have just to keep talking to each other, it’s great. I’m actually catching up on English now thanks to you, sitting next to you really helps me out too because I can just ask you anything and you know the answer straight away.

I asked you out for coffee last week and you actually said yes, so I took you out to a small cafe and paid for your drink like the gentleman I am and we studied in a quiet corner together in a comfortable silence while we shared earphones.

These meetings turned into going out frequently, going to each others houses and now my mom asks about you all the time. She adores you, probably because you’re the sweetest girl to walk this earth from what I know. My mom thinks you’re perfect for me and now I really do get what she means because I’m seeing you differently nowadays. I keep catching myself staring for a few seconds too long, I never fail to watch your mouth when you talk to me and I know every crease on your face by now.

“You’re really pretty.” I whisper as you look at yourself in the mirror, all dolled up for a friends party that I’m not even going to. I just wanted to be in your company so I asked if I could help you find an outfit, which I definitely won’t be doing and I’m sure you know that.

“Thank you.” I hear you mutter back, clipping in some earrings and pretending like what I said hadn’t affected you but part of me knows that it did. I sit up from the bed, walking over to stand behind you as I stare at you in the mirror. I smile softly at the height difference even with you wearing heels, my chin meets the top of your head and my fingertips hesitantly slide onto your waist. I don’t go further though.

“Always.” I quietly respond and I lift my chin up from your head when you turn around. I let go of your waist and look down at you. I bring my hand up to brush a loose strand behind your ear then tracing it over your jawline and holding your chin to look up at me. “Better not go cheatin’ on me tonight.” I joke, but it wasn’t a joke to me. I genuinely cannot deal with you finding someone new but I just can’t make my move on you, I can’t bring myself to do it.

Your hand comes up to my face, gently placed on my cheek and I watch as your eyes flick to my lips then back up to the eyes you’d consistently compliment. Now when I think about it, it feels like you meant it in a way I didn’t catch onto till now. I let out a little exhale and shake my head, this is so stupid. I meet your eyes again and you’re just frowning at me like you’re trying to tell me it isn’t stupid with no words, just communicating with your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m even doing here— I’d best get home.” I stutter, stepping back and enlarging the distance between us but you grab the fabric of my shirt and pull me close again. Heat rises up into my cheeks and suddenly I’m not as confident as I normally am. You don’t even realise the effect you’ve got on me.

“I’m sor—“ I speak but I get cut off by your lips on mine, you’re gripping my shirt like I’m going to disappear if you let go, which I would’ve if you hadn’t grabbed me in the first place. I immediately stop thinking and gently grab your face, kissing you back. Your hands tighten and grab my waist instead, holding me closer.

I pull away for breath, pressing my forehead against yours to keep the same proximity as a few seconds ago. I don’t let go of your face, trying to keep the sweet moment for as long as possible. I open my eyes and look into yours and an uncontrollable smile creeps onto my face. “You still going to that party?” I ask and you immediately shake your head. “Okay,” I laugh.

“You wanna come to mine? My mom’s been asking about you recently.” I try to keep conversation going, acting like we haven’t just made out about two minutes ago and you’ve definitely caught on but you haven’t said anything.

“Yeah, sure.” You smile. “I’m just gunna get changed out of this dress, don’t wanna look like I’m trying too hard.” You say, walking over to your closet and you grab some comfier clothes, stepping into the bathroom that connects to your room. “I’ll be two minutes.” You tell me and you shut the door behind you.

I sit down on your bed, my knee bouncing and I mess around with the strings on my sweatpants. I can’t believe you made the first move and I didn’t.

Furthermore, I walk with you down the dark streets, the only light we have is the flickering streetlights with moths and other insects surrounding the beam, I’ve always found that strange, how insects are attracted to light; but now I feel like I understand.

We walk in a comfortable silence as we normally do, sharing earphones with one another and using the same old playlist we made a month ago. We picked out one song at a time, taking turns and now we’ve both adapted to each other’s music taste.

Your fingers brush against mine and I look down at your twitching fingers, fidgeting with your nails like you always do. I never liked when you did that, now I feel comfortable enough to make you stop. So, I intertwine my fingers between yours and it takes you a second to process it, but you close your hand around mine and we don’t speak of it. I prefer it this way, when you don’t mention my decisions.

We finally make it to my house and I open the door, obviously holding it open for you and you kick your shoes off as I do the same. I shut the door behind you and we walk into the kitchen where my mom is sat at the dining table on her phone.

“Hey, (Y/N)’s here.” I greet her and she immediately puts her phone down, swiftly jumping out of her chair to give you a huge hug. You hug her back with a laugh, pulling away after a few seconds. “Harry said you were going to a party tonight, you changed plans?” She asks, already bombarding you with questions.

“Yeah but I ended up feeling a little unwell, Harry said I can stay here for a bit since my parents aren’t home.” You lie, we just wanted to spend more time together but in the comfort of my room instead because I don’t have siblings annoying us every 5 seconds, unlike you.

“Oh, sweetheart.. if you need any pills you can help yourself to the top drawer on your left, it’s full of everything you could possibly need.” My mom tells you and you smile, nodding at her. “Thank you, I’ve already taken some just before I came here.” You lie, again.

“We’re gunna go upstairs, she needs some rest and her siblings wouldn’t leave her alone.” I tell my mom, and she nods in response. I don’t think she’s suspicious, she knows that you sometimes suffer with illnesses and catch them quite easily. She knows this because I don’t stop talking about you, which should be obvious by now.

You follow me up to my room and you take your hoodie off, revealing a tank top underneath and I try not to stare, which helps when I turn my body completely away from you.

“I don’t actually have a disease.” I hear you say, clearly you noticed that I wasn’t looking at you. I didn’t want to seem like I was using you or something, I get really worried in the pre-relationship phase because I need to be on my best behaviour just so you know that I’m a good guy.

“I know.” I cough, turning my body to look at you, staring at your face and only your face. You raise an eyebrow at me and bite back a smile. “Okay, come here then.” You say and I immediately do what you say, stepping towards you but stopping at the point where our bodies are almost touching. I’m just trying to be respectful and not go against your boundaries, even though you’re the one asking me to come closer.

You pull me down by grabbing the collar of my shirt, pressing a kiss to my lips and pulling away before I can even kiss you back. It seems to be a routine to not process the first few seconds of when you kiss me, considering it’s happened twice now. My fingers itch to touch you but I’m really trying to behave for you tonight. I’m pretty sure this is going to be our first sleepover and things have to be perfect. You let go of the hem of my shirt and climb into my bed, getting comfy under the covers. I climb in beside you and I pull my phone out, scrolling through it as you rest your head on my bicep.

You throw your arm over my stomach and your head inches towards me even more, that’s when I hear the tiniest snores escape you and I bite back a laugh. I quietly place my phone down on my bedside table and I sink further down the bed so you can get closer to me. We both fell asleep that night with you in my arms, my lips pressed to your forehead the entire time that we woke up in that exact same position, we must’ve been insanely comfy to stay like that for so long.

I asked you to be my girlfriend a few days after this, on a picnic in the sun. I took you to a giant hill that was filled with gorgeous flowers and we placed a blanket at the very top, quietly eating our food together when I decided to drop the question. You immediately said yes and pushed me onto the ground, crawling on top of me and kissing me passionately. I couldn’t stop laughing at your enthusiasm, you’re too sweet.

“Stop!” I laugh against your lips, grabbing your face and pulling you away with the biggest smile. All I do is smile nowadays, and I think I know why. I stare at you quietly, my grin progressively dropping as I become more captivated by you. I sit up with you straddling my thighs, my hands move to your waist and slowly move to your back, pulling you against me as I place my head on your shoulder. I breathe in your perfume, carefully hugging you and I soon feel your arms around my neck in exchange. I close my eyes in a silent relief.

I pull away a little to press a kiss to your forehead, then to your cheek and then your lips. I let go of your waist and hold your face instead, my thumbs gently brushing beneath your eyes.

After this day, I started to tell my friends about you at last. I told them everything that they hadn’t known and they were actually so supportive of you and I, I knew they would be but I didn’t at first which was why it was a secret for so long. This means I can actually talk to you in school instead of ignoring each other in the hallways and then having a sleepover the same day. I also found out that one of my friends liked one of your friends and when I told you, you immediately started planning out how we’re going to help them out.

Obviously I agreed with you because you’re the love of my life, so we spent an entire night planning out how we’re going to get them to talk and then hopefully it’ll lead up to a date. We set it out to be a fast process, which it definitely won’t but there’s nothing bad about being delusional.

We fell asleep at around 5AM, my mom always leaves us alone and lets us get up when we want. I’m glad she gives us the privacy, I don’t think you’d ever come back if she walked in on us making out. She always knocks just to give us a heads up because I don’t think she wants to see it either, which I’m pretty happy about.

We always seem to wake up at around the same time, almost like soulmates, I’m getting thoughts way to early on in our relationship and I need to stop before something slips out that you aren’t comfortable with. I let out a little sigh and brush your hair out of your face as you quietly sleep. The room was quiet, the only sound is one of us shuffling under the covers or your soft breathing down my ear.

I quietly get out of bed, walking down the stairs and I pop my head into the living room, greeting my mom before grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen. I walk back up the stairs and step into the bathroom, switching on the light that’s way too bright for my eyes so I squint till I gradually get used to it. I brush my teeth, once I’m done I switch the light off and walk back into the room. You’re on your phone now, what did I say? We always wake up at the same time.

“Mornin’ babe.” I mumble, my voice croaky with sleep. Climbing back into bed with you. “Morning.” You mutter back, turning your head away from me and I frown.

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” I laugh, my finger moving up and down on your neck. “I don’t want you to smell my morning breath.” You tell me and I hold back a laugh, I watch you stand up and run off to the bathroom to brush your teeth. I love yo— Stop. Way too early.

You’ve been in there for almost 10 minutes now and I’m a little worried, I sit up and walk to the bathroom. I bring my fist up to knock but you swing open the door before I can. “Harry.” You say, your eyes wide and I just tilt my head. “I need to go home.” You tell me in a hurried way. You brush past me and walk into my room, quickly gathering your things.

“Woah— okay. What’s going on?” I ask, completely concerned for you. You stop with your back to me and I hear a sniffle. With that, I immediately walk over and stop behind you. “(Y/N)?” I say quietly. I hear a little sob this time and my heart stops for a second.

“Sweetheart.. c’mere.” I mumble and you turn around, slamming your body into mine as you seek comfort in my arms. I brush my fingers through your soft hair, holding you as close as possible. Your tears are probably staining my shirt by now, I don’t dare to stop you by asking you what’s wrong again. I’ll let you take your time.

You quiet down after a little while and my hand tilts your chin up to look at me. Your cheeks are all red and your eyes puffy from sobbing in my arms. I wipe your tears away and stare into your pretty eyes.

“You’re gunna tell me what that was about?” I ask, tilting my head but I can tell you’re getting a little embarrassed. “I started my period.” You tell me quietly and I have to physically restrain myself from laughing at your reaction now. “And you cried over it? There’s supplies in the cupboard, did you not see them?” I try not to smile.

You shake your head. “If you were actually educated you’d know that women get emotional on their periods, and no, I didn’t see anything in any cupboards.” I roll my eyes and I grab your hand, dragging you into the bathroom and I open the cupboard beneath the sink, exposing the millions of supplies for your needs. I look at you and raise an eyebrow, you just let out a huff and a small thank you.

I walk out and let you change. I sit down on my bed and process what just happened. I think I did pretty well, my first period experience with you and I actually managed to calm you down. You cut off my thoughts as you walk back into my room and I softly smile at you.

“Do you still wanna go home? I don’t mind.” I question and you nod in response, placing your things back into your bag. I watch as you occasionally wipe your nose with the sleeve that’s actually mine, kinda gross. I’ll let you have the hoodie anyway, you wear it everywhere. You stand up and sling the bag over your shoulder. “You ready?” You nod in response once again and I stand up from the bed, walking out of the room and you follow me downstairs.

“Mom, just walking (Y/N) home.” I tell her and open the front door, holding it open for you as you step out into the outside. I walk out after you and close the door behind me. We walk in silence before I speak up.

“I’ll buy you some things tomorrow and bring them over for you, okay?” I say and you look at me. “You don’t have to.” You start dismissing me but I immediately cut you off. “I want to.” I say and the conversation goes quiet.

I look down and intertwine our fingers together, you look up at me and smile. We step onto your porch and I kiss your lips. “I’ll be over tomorrow.” I tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Promise. I’ll see you then.” I kiss your lips again, craving you all the time.

I’m walking back over to your house with a massive bag filled with snacks for you the next day, I step up onto the same porch and open the front door. Your parents aren’t home often so I can just walk in and nobody would suspect much. I walk up the stairs and knock on your door, opening it when J hear you yell to let me in.

“Okay, I brought us snacks and we can watch a movie.” I say with a smile, emptying the bag on your bed. “Thank you, I said you didn’t have to though..” You try to tell me but I shake my head. “And I said I wanted to, baby.”

You smile a little and turn your TV on. I take off my shoes and sit down in bed beside you, watching as you looked through some movies. We decided on some Disney film that I wasn’t too bothered about but I pretended like I was for you. We’ve been dating for 2 months now and neither of us have dropped the L word yet. I plan to do it tonight, I can’t keep my mouth shut any longer since I’ve been wanting to say it before our 1 month mark.

The movie ends and we’ve demolished everything I bought. I cross my legs and sit up to look at you better. “Hey, uhm..” I begin, not knowing where to start. I’m not a professional lover boy, so I have no idea what to even say.

“I don’t know if this is too soon, but I love you. Like— allot.” I confess, looking down at my fingers picking at my nails. Silence just fills the room and I can’t even look at you. “Sorry.” I apologise, but you still don’t say anything. I stand up and pull my shoes on.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I try to dismiss what I said but there was no going back, I hurry out of the room and shut the door behind me. I practically run down the stairs and I leave the house as fast as possible. Tears fill my eyes, gathering at my waterline and I try to blink them away but they just keep coming.

I manage to get home without running into anyone, walking upstairs and ignoring my mom’s questions about you. I kick off my shoes again, getting into bed and curling underneath the covers. I feel so humiliated by what just happened, I really thought it was going to go well.

Neither of us turn up to tutoring anymore. I tried it out but you didn’t show after 20 minutes of me sitting there alone. I’ve told my friends what happened as embarrassing as it is but they were nice about it too. I feel like I’m being babied by everyone around me nowadays, my friends treat me like I’m soft because we manually split up cause I said ‘I love you’, they probably didn’t even know I was capable of saying those words to anyone but my family members.

I’m silent most of the time, I don’t really talk anymore or get myself involved like I used to. Not when you’re in the same building as me somewhere. I’m growing distant from everyone in my life and my mom says it’s becoming an issue. She understands what happened but she isn’t treating it the same way I am, she doesn’t understand how much I truly care for you. I wish I could take back that night, if I hadn’t said it then maybe you would’ve said it first and everything would be okay, but it’s not.

It’s your birthday in a few weeks and I won’t be there with you. It pains me to think about but we aren’t even on ‘looking at each other’ terms. I find myself thinking about you way more than I even think as a person, all I do is sit in silence and just think about the possibilities.

“Hey, there’s a party on Saturday.” I hear Niall but in. “Harry?” He says, grabbing my attention. I hum in response, looking at him across the table. “I think it’d be good if you come with us.” He muttered with a smile and I nod.

Niall’s always been my best friend. He understands me more than the rest of them and he’s always been a better influence on me. He’s probably the only person I’m listening to at the minute. He’s a sweet guy, though me and you couldn’t get him with your friend after our plan. We tried but it was unsuccessful before they even talked. We asked about their opinions on one another and your friend stated that she despised Niall and wanted nothing to do with him. He didn’t really deserve that, he’s a sweetheart.

“You’ll go?” Louis bumps shoulders with me and I shrug. “Yeah, Niall’s right.” I mumble, looking at Niall as he smiles at me. He’s the only person who knows what’s going on with me and he’s being careful with what he says and how he says it. I just feel so degraded though, everyone’s really trying to make sure that they don’t bring you up incase I go into a hissy fit. I won’t, but they think I will.

They think that I need to find a new girl to think about instead of you but that’s close to impossible. I’d compare them to you all the time because at one point in my life you were the best person I could possibly think of, my dream girl. I still think about that night everyday. The fact that I probably didn’t give you enough time to even respond before I ran out in pure horror or the fact that it might’ve been to early to even tell you that I loved you, but I said it and there’s no coming back from that.

Its strange because we were so healthy. Not one singular argument, just the odd disagreements but nothing was ever taken seriously. We took the perfect time away from each other so neither of us would grow tired and everything was just perfect. I personally think I was in the right to tell you, you had to know and part of me is glad that I said it even though it didn’t end like I expected it to.

I always find myself thinking of possibilities, maybe it was just your period that made you a little.. slow. The bell cut off my thoughts and I realised what I had next. English. I finally get to see you, not speak to you, but see you. It’s sounds a little creepy when I actually say it in my head. I sit in the back in English and you’re near the front on the other side of the classroom so I get a pretty good view of my girl.

The party is tomorrow and I’m hoping you’ll turn up. You probably won’t because you never have but I never used to look for you when I was at parties a few months ago. Your friends are massive party animals so maybe they’ll convince you to go like mine did? Maybe I could try and talk to you again, or get Niall to speak to you so he can tell me what you say because you and Niall used to sit together in another class that I can’t remember the name of but you two are friends.

I think you got closer over the time we were dating, with you being with me in school sometimes and Niall would walk you to lesson when I wasn’t there. He’d definitely talk to you for me, depends if you’d even talk back though.

I spend the rest of my Friday in deep thought like any other day without you. My life revolves around you at this point, it’s a bit concerning. I still have some pictures up in frames on my nightstand, it’s a nice thing to see before I go to sleep. I fell asleep with my mind on you, like always.

It’s around 9PM and I’m getting ready for the party tonight, the boys are picking me up in 10 minutes but I was ready around 30 minutes ago. I grab my phone and close my bedroom door before walking down the stairs to see my mom before I go. “Just going out with the boys, I’ll be home later.” I tell her and kiss her on the cheek, she doesn’t question me any further and I step outside to see the car already pulling up on my driveway. I walk over and get in beside Louis, closing the car door.

The car erupts into conversation but I’m quiet, staring out the window as we drive to our destination. We’re a little late so most people are probably tipsy by now but I think that’s the best time to arrive at a party. We finally pull onto the curb close by the house since it was the only place free because of the amount of cars in the driveway. The house is giant, I don’t even know who’s it is.

We all collectively get out and walk up the drive, opening the door and music blasts through our ears. We stay together as we push through the crowds of people, I grab a red solo cup from the kitchen and fill it up with some alcohol that I don’t even know the name of. I wanna let loose tonight, get my mind off the things I can’t stop thinking about.

That’s when I see you, plans completely change. You’re far away from me but I could spot you in any crowd. I tap Niall’s shoulder and he looks at me. “(Y/N)’s here.” I tell him and he lights up for me. “You have to talk to her, nothing could go wrong.” He orders but I can’t talk to you, not without a purpose anyway.

“Can we get everyone to stand close by to her friend group? I’ll just keep an eye on her for tonight.” I ask and he nods, grabbing Liam by the shoulder and telling everyone else the plan. We move closer to you and your friends, you’re drinking for the first time ever. Bad decision to make honestly, first time getting drunk and it’s at a party? Awful.

A few fights and horrible tunes later, Zayn drunkly knocks my arm and my drink splashes all over one of your friends. My jaw drops to see a white dress completely ruined by a pink substance. She turns around and looks at the empty cup in my hand.

“Are you stupid?” She yells at me and my eyes flick to you, staring at me. Everything around me goes quiet when we lock eyes and you look down instead, causing me to look at the girl shouting at me again. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my fault.” I apologise as she gets dragged away by another friend, probably to the bathroom.

I look at you again and lean a little closer, I have to talk to you now you’re in front of me. “Can you tell her I said sorry?” I ask and you just frown at me, reaching down to grab my wrist and you drag me away too. I manage to get a look in to the boys and they all put thumbs up at me, most likely wishing me luck for whatever is about to happen.

We walk into a secluded hallway, things were quieter back here. I stop in front of you and you look up at me. I have to stop myself from almost smiling when I remember our height difference. “Why did you tell me you loved me when I was on my period? You left as soon as you said it and we just randomly stopped talking.” You start and I stay quiet.

“We really need to talk this out Harry because I’ve been so stressed out.” You continue as I listen carefully. I need to get you back, but there’s nothing to say. “I panicked. I get that I didn’t give you time to process it but when you say something so risky time just moves so much slower, you have to understand where I’m coming from or else this isn’t going to get fixed.” I explain, mouth moving faster than my brain.

“I said it because I really do love y—“ Your hands grabbing my face silences me, your lips pressing against mine like nothing had ever happened. I close my eyes and grab your waist, pulling your body against mine. We make out for what felt like eternity, I savoured every taste and the way you felt. Heat rose into my cheeks when we finally pulled away, everything moving too fast compared to when time felt so slow.

Your next words left me in shock though.

“I love you too, Harry.”

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Hi, Hello, and welcome to:

Snowbirds Don't Fly is Kind of Good, Actually, and You Should Read it and Rethink Your Biases About The Story It's Telling You

By yours truly.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: now like a lot of people who read older comics, I do have my beefs with dear ol' Denny, but there are a handful of things that your criticism starts to teeter into more than a little bit of a red flag. I'm going to discuss why that is, alongside why I think more people need to learn the core message of this arc.

I HIGHLY encourage people to read Green Lantern/Green Arrow #85-86, which depending on where you read might just be listed as part of the Green Lantern (1960) series because it is in fact technically part of that.

And when you do so I want you to actually read what's being said in the comic, in particular I want you to read Roy's lines. Because it is so, so important to acknowledge that, as a whole, this particular arc SIDES WITH HIM. Which is, honestly incredible.

Like, guys, I'm not going to say you're wrong when you say this is an anti-drugs PSA. I'm saying that if you read this comic and saw it only as an avenue for the "War on Drugs" then I'm not sure you really processed some of the messages in this comic. Because most War on Drugs propaganda is NOT interested in empathizing with the addicts in question, and encourages isolating them ("Just say no, and stop hanging out with people like that" being a familiar refrain from school assemblies over the years.)

Listen, I'm American, I've been having anti-drug PSAs preached at me my whole life. War on Drugs all around me. Grew up in somewhat poorer neighborhoods, literally was told to my face by multiple people that they were surprised how well I turned out because they thought that despite everything I was going to grow up to become a "drug whore." I'm not fucking joking about that one. I had family members say that to me, even.

Anyways, just, keep that in mind. I grew up around dealers and addicts and I have a lot of feelings about their portrayals in media. This whole thing was originally going to be part of a different media but it's probably best to split it up this way anyways.

TW: Slurs, drugs (obviously)

SO, without further ado,

Dennis O'Neil, in addition to comics, has a background in Journalism and some investment in social activism. He actively stated that he thought that he could use this in his comics, especially because, at the time, Green Lantern comics were potentially getting cancelled so he had a bit more freedom to do whatever he wanted. Basically, if it flopped in a probably-cancelled comic anyways, nobody had anything to lose. Think something along the lines of that Flinstones Comic by Mark Russel and Steve Pugh.

Ignore the goddamned cover, it's sensationalist and meant to get your attention, and it does the job. READ the WORDS. The above image is straight off the first page of the book. O'Neil takes off running with the utmost of compassion for the addicts in question, emphasizing their humanity, their mistreatment, and their suffering.

Now, lets be realistic with ourselves: Not every addict is so nobly tragic* as are depicted in Adams & O'Neil's story, but if you've heard people talk about addicts, both then and now, you'd know that it really does mean a lot that they come into this from an empathetic angle. *Yes I'm aware that I called them "nobly tragic" despite actively betraying Ollie & Hal and helping to drug them & leaving them to get caught by the cops while drugged up. Though they do express some hesitation at different parts along the way. The fact of the matter is people often ascribe a certain "nobility" to "victims" that they have enough distance from - whether by them being fictional or by not knowing them personally or changing their narratives after people's deaths to support themselves. in real life it's not uncommon for victims to be unpleasant to be around, they can also be perfectly pleasant people. They're human, and humans cover the whole range of personality and experience. Even if they are not "noble" & even if you do not have that distance, they deserve dignity.

Now, while our first introduction to the addicts (who we don't immediately know are that) they are trying to mug Ollie for money for dope (the dope part is implied). The second time we're introduced to one, however...

We are immediately thrust into the struggle of: quitting. Not using, but how difficult it is to quit. That's the worst part. This won't be the last time we discuss this.

Now, this is an arc where we see Green Arrow, who's typically the more liberal voice voice to Hal's politically neutral straight man, but I have to admit that as a Flawed Ollie enjoyer, I like to see him make a mistake, and he makes a LOT of them here. He is, in particular, harsher with the kids than he should be, and he holds a very very common position of seeing addicts simultaneously as "victims" of their dealers, while also refusing to sympathize with them.

The world is hard for everyone, why can't they Just Say No?

Up to this point, we're looking at pretty standard War on Drugs-style propaganda. But near the end of the story in #85 and for the bulk of #86, this is where I'm going to flat out say that the most important voice in this entire comic, is Roy's.

Roy doesn't at any point hesitate to stand up for himself (verbally) and call his generally well-meaning guardian out for his bling hypocrisy and ignorance. We see that neglect and loneliness led him here, but lets go back a bit and look at the reasons from a few of the other addicts:

Discrimination, cruelty, a need for an "escape." Any even mildly sympathetic media will have addicts explain that's their motivation, and I worry sometimes that people hear this and don't process it, because it's only one part of the circumstances that lead them there. the War On Drugs not only took the people who needed the "escape" the most and shoved at them a bad "solution" then imprisoned and profited off them.

From here we go back into Green Arrow's flawed logic:

He's a good, flawed man. He's like many parents who bring up their kids a certain way, a way they think is right perhaps because it's not unlike how THEY were brought up and absolutely missing the ways that they're harming them. Ollie will eventually see the error of his ways and regret these mistakes, but they're very common and very mundane flaws for him to have.

Alright, I'll admit I included this page mostly because that composition makes me giddy. Like, holy SHIT that's gorgeous. And now we are once again introduced to the idea of the struggle we were shown at the beginning: Quitting Cold Turkey.

It's extremely painful. It's dangerous. It could potentially even kill you as sure as the dope does. This is not something for everyone, and definitely not something to handle alone, which Hal himself expresses some uncertainties over, before inquiring what led Roy to this.

Is he wrong? Are the things he's saying any less true now than they were back then?

Even now there is plenty of pro-war propaganda (Just the other day I overheard someone talking about how their grandfather was in a war "Not World War 2, but one of the other Good Ones."). Even know there's lots of explicit and implicit racism that is treated as if it's justified and really MEANS anything about our humanity (Immigration/border control/ect). Even now we have people who believe that wealth is a measure of a man's worth to society or that it makes them inherently better (... I mean, I don't think I have to explain this one).

Hell, this doesn't even touch on gender (Whether discussing strictly feminism or if it's a trans issue) or sexuality or ableism (Whether physical or mental). Do you know how many people I've heard tell me they won't go to a therapist because they don't want to be reliant on a drug that might get prescribed to them? (ignoring the distinction between different branches of the psych field here, they never know the difference)

These are all things that get parroted to kids. We've seen the rising resurgence of gender essentialism, we've SEEN the rise of neo-nazi-ism, and TERFdom, and all these extremist views and movements and they ALL originate in the exact same place.

"What does that have to do with drugs?"

It's the same story. They're dismissed, they're disdained, they're not treated as equal living and learnign human beings. They are TOLD but they are not EDUCATED and they aren't treated with the kind of respect that leads them to think that they can even believe adults when they ARE being taught.

That neglect will be filled, whether by ideological groups preying on the vulnerable or by drugs or something else.

And here we meet our villain. We see society tossing the children away... and a man profiting off their despair. A CEO of a pharmaceutical company, even. Though, that's not really revealed until a few pages later.

... I'm so obsessed with this page you guys have no idea.

Our villain could have been a foreigner, a slumlord, a stereotypical drug kingpin, but it's not. It's a man with an abundance of wealth and a pristine reputation. A man so well known that he's on TV.

Denny O'Niel may or may not have known about the deliberate efforts to put drugs into black communities and prosecute them for them, but he clearly did see that the root of the issue was NOT someone among them, but something that someone else who could exploit them was bringing down to them.

Bringing this back to the dismissal of the youth and Roy's voice being the single-most important one in the story. Roy explicitly states that he only made it because he had support. Kicking a habit when you're on your own isn't impossible, but it's sure as hell not that far off. And, as I've mentioned, going "cold turkey" can also be deadly.

Now, yes, we have managed to create pharmaceuticals that can be useful for getting people off the harder drugs, and sometimes you can even find it for fairly "cheap"... but in our current day and age I don't think I should have to explain how predatory "Big Pharma" (and the health insurance industry) tends to be for those who have a need.

Like many things these days, even something like a rehab center is an industry - largely for profit, and the ones that aren't are often religiously and ideologically motivated. Even THOSE have issues that many result in incredibly dehumanizing conditions. (I was trying to find an article I read a while back including a few interviews from people discussing the conditions and treatment they faced while in rehab to link here, but I can't seem to find it. Must've gotten lost in all my other links and bookmarks.)

Despite there being places online you can look for how to spot a bad rehab center, the fact that these places will continue to exist with bad treatment methods and a complete lack of regulation and many people fall prey to them especially because they don't know to look for this stuff remains. Even still, and this particular one might be a bit outdated, It's not fully understood how best to treat addiction, especially since the one thing we do know of for absolute certain is that it has to be judged on a case-by-case basis. Though there have been good outcomes recently using MORE.

Social stigma and discrimination Including in media and news journalism plays a huge role in perpetuating these systems. And most people have this mentality of thinking it can be "cured", rather than being a chronic disorder with a management system. Here's another page discussing addiction treatments. Have I made my point yet?

My point is that this comic only reads as war on drugs propaganda if you're only listening to Ollie, who is FREQUENTLY being challenged on this throughout the entire arc by every person around him. Ollie in this is someone who has heard and fully bought into the propaganda, despite being a good person who typically tries to help those in need, He Is Not Immune To Propaganda.

There is a reason that this comic starts with a statement emphasizing that the story is about humans being mistreated, and ends with Roy calling Ollie out.

Ollie comes away from this with a changed perspective. It's not outright stated at this point but it's strongly implied because of how proud he is at the end there, and the ways he tries to repair his relationship with Roy down the line without (mostly) being too overbearing.

I would definitely say the worst part of this comic is that the solution our "hero" (Roy) uses is going cold turkey, which is a miserable, godawful, and dangerous experience. I will allow some forgiveness because it's likely that better addiction treatments weren't well understood back then.

So, in conclusion, Denny O'Neil is not without faults, but if you're issue with his works are "He wrote one of the most human-focused anti-drug propaganda pieces of his time, if not also compared to a lot of our time as well" or "He incorporated a lot of social justice topics into his comics" then I genuinely think you need to reevaluate yourself. Maybe he's a little heavy-handed with it, but have you SEEN people's reading comprehension even TODAY?

Sometimes a heavy hand reminding you that other people are human too, and you need to face the "ugliness" of our society and how it treats them and how YOU treat and think about them is the kind of kick in the ass people need.

I'm not even mad that they used Roy, because nobody is above addiction - not even a hero. It doesn't ruin him, because addicts aren't ruined. It's interesting and dynamic. If later writers take this history and write dehumanizing storyline that frame Roy as the villain of his own addiction, that's their biases, not the original story.

Anyways, ending this on my favorite moment that's not fully relevant but not irrelevant, from Justice League of America (2006) #7:

[fishesmaniack]

So I see some stuff about Candle Cove's world as seen via the official wiki popping out here and there, showing that Channel Zero really should have just been a real story based on said version of the show instead of just being a original unrelated story with a loose coat of Candle Cove paint smeared all over it.

The 2 (more like 1/2) things I like about the show which I would scrap for parts if I ever were to make a retake of Candle Cove's world would be Skintaker going by the name Jawbone but instead of his slasher killer name being the iconic one, I would rather that name be used only for the version of the show that aired years ago when Emerson Grimes was still alive but I'm getting ahead of myself. The Skintaker's name being too on the nose is brought up all the time even by the show creator of Channel Zero and poetically the network - Syfy - which ties back into my little rework idea for how the use of a toned down name could be handled better.

So my idea would be based on the second biggest complaint in terms of realism and believability for Candle Cove as a in-universe show which is how it's weird that not just one parent but several of them were all fine with their kids sitting down in front of the home's TV and watching pure static while acting like it's real show. I know the easy explanation would be centered around children having creative imagination but there's a certain point where it would have become concerning and you can't even use the mass hysteria explanation as Candle Cove was forgotten in-universe to the point where asking if anyone remembered it ever even existing became a thing. If there was a case of mass hysteria going on then that would be all over the news and would overtake all discussions about the show because of that.

Anyways, to get back to the core concept of this post which is scraping things for parts and to loop it back around to that "Emerson Grimes" character I brought up not too long ago, I think the concept of him has potential and is still a better take on explanation for the show's existence then whatever was going on with Channel Zero's tooth child. Tales of the Laughingstock despite being the origin point for the extended universe lore character notoriously was over the top with its take on him to the point of becoming comical but the way I would personally handle him would be fittingly toned down.

So this will bring us full circle as this will tie into both of the things I liked about Channel Zero's take on Candle Cove in one foul swoop and I will start at the beginning of the show's run before everything would come crashing down. So I personally think the best way to handle Candle Cove would be in the form of the show's initial incarnation being oddly dark at places (Black Teeth and the ruined reindeer being two good examples from the wiki for this idea) but despite that, Grimes wasn't able to get everything past the watchful hand of the show's network to his dismay but all the same he saw the show as a passion project not only for him but his crew as well allowing them to submit ideas for the show ranging from characters all the way to whole episode plots. Despite being a quite eccentric man, he was still beloved by his family and the crew of Candle Cove so the news of his sudden disappearance after the show's cancellation was a metaphorical punch in the gut for all parties involved. Leading up to him just going flat out missing, he was deeply saddened by the show's time coming to an end, and how there were still so many stories that could have been told which only fueled speculation of what happened to him even more after news of his disappearance hit the public.

But soon after his passing was when things started to change with the show taking on a much darker form then what was originally created and to expand upon a concept that the wiki throws out, certain things would be different when seen through the eyes of a child as opposed to when the same show is watched by their parents like Jawbone's name and design changing from something like the Channel Zero version of him to The Skintaker as seen in the original creepypasta. And to take another idea from the wiki, ManBearPig, Bigfoot, Gorger, or whatever name those who encountered him would refer to him by would start appearing in the episodes as an avatar for Grimes but one rarely seen and drenched in mystery. A quite scary character whenever on screen, but never one that was too over the top but still unsettling at times all the same.

Okay so this is where I pull a hbomberguy and go down an unexpected direction with this post and that would be in the form of....scraping the Italian Brainrot TikTok trend for parts and I'll try to explain myself the best way I can possible. First of all, there's a lot of characters born from this trend which I think are going to waste being nothing more than AI slop or merely more meat for the content farm mill as despite being created by the soulless nonexistent hands of artificial intelligence, these strange abominations were still forged from the thoughts of man and have already escape the grasp of their original creators fittingly all the same if not even more as their creations are seen as nothing more then meat for endless trashy content to be regurgitated over and over again. Candle Cove already has some questionable inclusions to the show's universe like Milo's pet dragon - Danny - for example along with how I think this joke concept of the trend being set in the show's universe because of that could be expanded upon more from small stuff like Bambini Felicini being the weird human baby-legged beluga whale daughter of the sea fairing fish girl Susan Siren or Lillian's husband and Auburn's father being ironically that of a Penguinelli Cactussini who despite the latter two being humans, the former is a giant buff cactus penguin.

Now there's a elephant in the room which is the offense narrations in some of these creatures' original TikTok shorts but from my knowledge on the subject, this is only limited to two of these shorts which the creators of them have been banned for, despite the characters in those shorts being two of the creations that kickstarted this trend and their popularity being quite high within this genre of content because of that. Let's be real here, does anyone even care about the narrations for these shorts? I ask because if the most popular character to come of this trend - Tung Tung Tung Sahur - not only is of Indonesian origin but also is literally built up to be a Bloody Mary type character based explicitly around Indonesia's culture down to even his namesake but that didn't stop people from lumping him in with Italian's side of this brainrot trend and more importantly, completely disregarding his original concept to instead make him out to be some Mario-like hero character or a GTA protagonist.

I remember there being a "lore explained" video about this trend which got something wrong about what little canon these characters have on top of just flat out making up shit constantly to the point of making some weird evil brother character for Tung Tung Tung Sahur despite the fact that the short he was created alongside describe him as some kind of neutral force of nature. There's other stuff like him saying the wiki is wrong about Ballerina Cappuccina and Cappuccino Assassino being a married couple and instead they are siblings which doesn't make sense at all because the original short that came with Ballerina Cappuccina's creation flat out states in it's narration that she is the wife of Cappuccino Assassino and it would make more sense for her to be the sister of Ballerino Lololo because of the video going down the angle that somehow Cappuccina is I guess a ninja like Assassino but doesn't want to stick with family tradition and is somehow evil because of that. Like not only is Ballerino Lololo never shipped with Cappuccina from my knowledge but he's also a ballerina just like her and it would be nice for her to have something more than just her whole character being centered around cheating on her husband with other men. I think Cappuccina being on the villain's side isn't a bankrupt concept in of itself but the video's execution of the idea leaves a lot to be desired but it does remind me of that crazy headcanon that the cup headed ballerina woman is that of what lies underneath the Candle Cove villain Hoody Hans' yellow fisherman-like cloak in some transformation based alter ego situation forged from a sense of desired escapism that she holds akin to The Mask if you will.

And despite bringing up the wiki in the video, he misgenders two female characters somehow which is just mind boggling to me....but to wrap this post post, I want to talk about what I liked from said "lore" video about this weird little trend which would be how it handled the character of Matteooooooooooooo (or Matteo) for short as a certain villain in the world's unfolding narrative that created cyborg animal hybrids of Bombardiro Crocodilo and Bombombini Gusini who despite having tons of lore written about them on the wiki being involved on the opposite sides of a reptile v avian war despite being brothers. Now he didn't make them alone but I'll get to that soon enough but all the same I like how the YouTuber handled this strange little monkey-like guy even if he completely avoids to say that his lore on the wiki states him to be the assistant of Brr Brr Patapim which ends up getting murdered by Matteo's cyborg creations in the story's narrative.

Nonetheless the other thing I like about his story lined with brainrot imagery would be parts of Tung Tung Tung Sahur's backstory of being a survivor of his village being destroyed but I just hate every single other way he handles the character alongside the inclusion of his brother so to loop back around to the original idea of this post and say how I think this backstory could be strengthened by all of this being centered around that of The Skintaker and just hear me out about this all. So something I like about the wiki's take on The Skintaker is that he's more of a [Adventure Time]Lich-like character with him desiring the end of all living beings seeing death as a better way of life in a cosmically ironic kind of way instead of him specifically targeting kids which just fits the character way better in my opinion.

Anyways my idea for Tung Tung Tung Sahur's backstory and involvement in the world's greater narrative would be that of the start being basic the same, his city is indiscriminately pillaged till there's nothing left (fitting as his kin is of wooden origin) and his father sacrifices himself so that son can make it out of the life changing encounter alive but instead of all of this happening in Indonesia, it would happen in the dark mirrored reality of the Abyssal Kingdom which is also where the Skintaker hailed from and because of that, the skeleton's army laid their sights on the wooden little village of the accursed realm in search of not only power from the absorbed lives of those who would fall to the encounter but in his eyes, to free them from the mortal coil of being alive. But out of those who survived, TTTS didn't let himself crumble into obscurity and to the best of his abilities he would appear within the world of Candle Cove as a sort of twisted bringer of what he saw as justice targeting those who didn't obey the similar customs that of his people but in reality, every bad egg he cracked was only to fuel his own power as much like The Skintaker, he grew stronger with each life he took.

But soon enough he ended up crossing paths with Matteo who with the help of a certain cupheaded ballerina old friend of his was able to wield the powers of dark magic to summon TTTS from the realm of The Abyssal Kingdom in a act of trying to get help with his cyborg monstrosities as despite using nature based magic taught to him by that of Brr Brr Patapim, all of his creations thus far have gone rogue and started fighting each other on top of that which got him on the watchlist of the Earl of Wax who isn't a guy that you want to be on the bad side of and he seen that first hand once the said nobleman sent out a assassin for his head who he just narrowly avoided meeting the business side of the man's twin katanas on account of him being friends with said man's wife. TTTS agrees to work with the strange monkey-like man in exchange for the wooden stick of a man to remain on the metaphorical light side of the moon rather than constantly being thrust back into the shadow realm of his origin. But at the end of the day, this is merely just for TTTS to accumulate more power via Matteo's creations so that he can get revenge upon the wicked man that ruined his life, although he never explicitly states that to his business partner. And on the topic of partners, he starts affair with that of the wife to the previously sent assassin that went after Matteo's head but this quickly comes to a end when said wife comes to her senses and cuts it off with TTTS which ironically ends up leading her down the path of working for The Skintaker's assistant after she ends up coping with her darkest hour via that of a curtain cursed ego shattering form of escapism.

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the opening of 911 season 9 should be about roommates. They should call it "Domestic Miss" or something equally corny. There's something wrong with one of Ravi's buildings, that Buck has JUST moved into. It's the one Ravi lives in too. So after months of not living together, Buck & Eddie are cohabitating again. For Reasons it's...weird this time. They're being too polite with each other. Too awkward. They both keep buying groceries until the cabinets are overflowing. They sleep in sleeping bags on the floor because they both feel bad about taking the bed. Buck keeps burning the eggs. Eddie accidentally uses Buck's toothbrush one morning & he panics about how to tell him. It resolves when they answer a call from a newly living together couple where one is stuck in the spare bedroom because they've been going in there to watch a trashy reality show & smoke weed without the other knowing. The other had PROMISED they had fixed the door, but they were lying because they tried to fix it & couldn't. They realize they've been hiding from each other out of fear of having a fight & that it's unhealthy. Buck & Eddie both apologize. Eddie: I'm sorry, I accidentally used your toothbrush. Buck: Oh. well that's okay. I like that. Anyway, I'm sorry I moved into your place again. Also can we just share the bed, I'm pretty sure I'm burning the eggs because my body is too sore to move quickly. Ravi is off to Maddie & Chim's. And he's just...unbelievably good with kids. He's still annoyed he lost the rock, paper, scissors to Buck about staying at Eddie's, but also, he really enjoys hanging with Jee & Robbie. Chim is loving it. His kids are happy, he gets some time alone with Maddie, great! Maddie hates it, but feels selfish for hating it. She just wants Robbie & Jee to like HER best, okay? Their arc is resolved when they come across a dad who broke his ankle by spying on his wife & the nanny at the park because he wants to know why the kids like them best. Ravi apologizes for hogging the kids, Chim assures Maddie that even Uncle Ravi with his ventriloquism ability could never replace her. This ends with Robbie smiling at Maddie for the "first time". Ravi is about to say he already did that, & Chimney gives him the death glare. Meanwhile, Athena is staying with Hen & Karen while she looks for a place that feels right. Athena keeps accidentally cancelling recordings of Karen's show when she's watching her own & Karen keeps using up all of the orange juice before Athena gets any. Hen is "caught" in the middle of their non-fight, & her panic about the potential of a fight between them is making everyone feel more on edge than any roommate growing pains. Hen goes home & is like, "I'm sorry I kept you from working out your own issues, I just really wanted this to work" and Hen & Athena are posted up on the couch, laughing with wine, going "Hen, we were never fighting. You imagined that. Stop captaining us, we don't need it." Then the last scene is a cabin in the woods & you hear two people bickering. "I said I was going to cook tonight!" "Well sorry I didn't want stale bread and cheese whiz for dinner...again. Pass me that red pepper please." "Who do you think I am? Your servant?" "I miss Buck, he would've passed me the pepper. eagerly." "He sounds like a brown-noser" "He really is sometimes. It's nice." "Oh great, well, why don't you have him come and be your little gopher then?" "I CAN'T. You KILLED me, remember?" And then slowly they zoom in on a woman, she has a gun in a holster, and she's fiddling a little too expositionally with an FBI badge. and she's just like, "Would you TWO SHUT UP? I've brought literal rival mob bosses to safe houses who complained less. You two are by far the worst roommates I've ever had, and I went to Catholic boarding school." And then the camera pans to Bobby and Moira behind a counter, glaring at each other. Moira: Oh yeah? Rival mob bosses? Together? That really happened? Bobby: Yeah, Agent Davis, that doesn't really make sense. Perhaps you're exaggerating. Episode ends.

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Someone please write this and tag me in it or something like please and I would die if you based his appearance on the pic. Cod idea version is below two parts. Please continue reading.

Ugh I wanna read a MHA blharem fanfic where the MC is suicidal (in a funny but also like dark way) but he has stupidly good luck that keeps anything bad from happening to him, like to the point bullets dodge him and hit the opponent type luck or a bird will come outta nowhere and take a hit for him, or the knife he uses to try to kill himself with breaks or is super dull, or the pills suddenly expire, or a hero always swoops in when he jumps and that's how he meets heros or something. Just stupidly good luck but bad in his opinion and he keeps on stumbling into villain attacks and his luck makes it like he did something to stop it like a villains attack will suddenly cancel or malfunction or a large gust of wind will blow the villain down, successfully making it look like the MC has multiple quirks or something. Other than his suicide attempts drawing attention to himself, he trys his best to be completely invisible. I seriously need more books rn, MHA has such cool characters and there's so much potential for inserts but almost none are to my style. Also preferably a power bottom or uke mc

I feel like he'd listen to songs by Glass Animals or Two Feet. Like the beat and vibe of take a slice would fit him well especially if he's thinking about committing in his room. I imagine he's laying in his bed lights off, broken knife or ripped rope in hand or expired pills scattered around him while he's staring at the ceiling in annoyance or with a somber look while take a slice plays or or go fuck yourself by two feet plays while stuck in his thoughts or just blank minded. I feel if you use the second pic he'd like to listen to songs like too sweet by Hozier and artists like Two Feet, Arctic Monkeys, Glass Animals, Hozier, Des Rocs, MISSIO, Lund, Son Lux, The Neighborhood, David Kushner, Steve Lacy, Red Leather, Cigarettes After Sex, Troy Boi, d4vd, Tsunami J. (Die Young for ex), Mac Miller (for ex. Self Care), ThxSoMch, alt-j, FKJ, etc

This could also work with literally any fandom. Like for example in a cod fanfic he could be the bastard son of a rich family (who had a lot of enemies) who they don't care about (but should cuz his luck could take them places ;)) and they, because despite everything he's the only child and they can't have him die from an enemy because itd ruin their image, hire taskforce 141 to protect him in a lone warehouse (the big rich apartment things I forgot the name of) while they're gone for a year. Tf 141 wouldn't be happy of course but they grow on our mc and take it as a vacation or something. He secretly tries to commit when they can't notice and they don't for a while but they finally find out when he finds one of their guns and tries to shoot himself just for it to literally break which shouldn't happen because they take care of their guns or something or they catch him about to hang himself with one of the rope, brand new btw, they literally use to climb into a helicopter so they know it's sturdy, and it immediately breaks (rips? Tears?) which also shouldn't happen because they know the rope is able to literally carry like 5 men at once, and that's how they discover his good luck and suicidal tendencies. The mc immediately gives up trying to commit in secret and goes to do it in the open now. They come up with a compromise, he can only attempt one time a die and they just gotta watch him till he does try, not that it'll work anyway, his luck prevents it. Or he could be a marine or Merc or something who joined just so he could get into danger so he could die but to their horror and his own, nothing will kill him. Like he'd run out of ammo and everything and be in front of an enemy just for the enemy's gun to suddenly jam or for the enemy to step on a mine or get hit by a stray bullet or something. His call sign would be clover 😂. Like he'd be known for being in or a part of the most dangerous missions that go to crap or something and come out unscathed. Like if he's a Merc he'd deliberately choose dangerous missions that other mercs avoid and go in alone and not even try, just walk right into an enemy's base and start shooting with the hopes of dying himself. Like even as he's doing a cool takedown move the only thought in his mind is ugh I wish a bullet would just hit me already or I wonder if this guy can kill me or I wonder if this guy is strong enough to choke me or I wonder if my luck can stop a grenade or something. Like don't give this guy explosives he'd probably tape an active one on himself. His handler refuses to give him explosives when he's alone because they've had to stop him from activating it on the spot and shoving it in a pocket. I was thinking poly 141 x male oc/reader (plus like Alejandro and his buddy and some of kortac or other hot cod characters). I'd expect him to be like silent and brooding but it looks cute to others. I'd also imagine he's incredibly short like 5'4. He also wears his hair like that in hopes it would help with him getting shot or something. His power of only good luck make him usable for any fandom just let me know if you use him cuz it's like to read it. Prefer if he's used for long fics with chapters or something but do what you want

He could also be a bartender in Gotham in the middle of an area between all the territories of the villains or something.

Also this is how'd I think he looked, art not mine at all. Probably found on Pinterest

Feel like he'd look like this too, especially for cod. Art not mine I'm pretty sure I found it on DeviantArt. Love their art tho

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Full of idears lately.

Thinking about Ragh and how he's kinda a celebrity athlete. Like he's good at blood rush. Like he's one of the best and he's punished for that. Just being good at the sport and working his ass off to continue being good at it.

Cue some bullshit where people wanna get him canceled and being up his bully past. Maybe they pull this bullshit out after Ragh was a part of some program advocating against bullying so it just makes him look like a real douche bag and his public perception is kinda terrible.

Maybe someone had a video saved of their phone when he threw Riz in the trash and it's a whole thing.

The bad kids are being relentless hounded by reporters and even his mom too but the reporters kinda immediately blame her and attack her for her son's terrible behavior and it's just so much. She hardly leaves the house because they just swarm her and she doesn't wanna deck some idiot because they might take that and use it against her son.

It's relentless. Despite Jawbone and Sandra Lynn's best efforts someone is always on their fucking lawn with a camera.

Fig tries to answer some questions but gets mad and decks a reporter. A couple times with her base guitar. Woops.

Gorgug is also hounded and so are his parents who are flooded to learn how bad the bullying actually was. He has to tell them it's bullshit and the reporters are being stupid. Okay maybe some of it was really bad but it was in the past and Ragh is such a different person now. He's fine..they've partyed together. Digby says some stuff about "well son, if I had known I'd have had.. some strong words for the buckaroo"

It's a whole thing. The bad kids are constantly bothered by the reporters and the surprise camera shots because no one will actually talk to them ( for fear of making Ragh look bad and potentially kill his career) so they won't leave. It's relentless.

Adine has a couple really bad panic attacks and starts doing some temporary online classes to stay out of the public eye. Probably spends some time in leviathan with Ayda who tries to make it seem like a vacation but the pirates are kinda still... Pirates and Ayda feels bad but Adine is like... Actually I think it would be really fun to hunt down thieving pirates with my best friend right now. And they absolutely kick the shit out of pirates. Maybe Adine gets a killer essay out of it for like extra credit or whatever. Bottom line it's fun as hell.

Gilear is bothered. He was the lunch lad and then the vice principal so he surely must have had an idea. The media is like why didn't you stop him? And Gilear does something in Gilear fashion and the media people's no longer want to engage with the sad wet cat of a person.

Anyway the bad kids that are still +in+ Elmvile have 0 media training. Sklonda does. Mind you it wasn't something she wanted or ever thought she would need but the press used to breathe down her throat over stupid shit constantly. She knows a thing or two. Like if you swear and hold your middle finger up to your face there's a pretty good likelihood they can't use those pictures on daytime television because of the profanity. She does her best to instruct them.

Kristen is hardly bothered because she's quirky like that and a chaos agent so she says the wildest unrelated shit. Tracker only ever sings Raghs praises so she doesn't actually get aired on TV. Just a picture of her face and a statement, at best.

Riz however is quietly stewing. They keep going after the people he loves and Adine had to leave town because shits so bad and Ragh has just fucking disappeared off the face of the earth. Why is this happening? Is it really a big fucking deal. Is this scoop of the century? He's got a plan. He's got a collection of HIS personal pictures and (fantasy) tik toks and just a fuck ton of edited pictures where his friends are scribbled out or removed entirely because the media has seen enough of them. He has so much he'd like to say. Briefly he talks to Sklonda who gives him pointers and advice and really hammers it in that he can't get mad if he's gonna take the media head on. He's got the truth on his side and he knows he can't lose. Plus a little black mail if they don't back the fuck down later.

Lola Embers if anything is a savvy business woman if anything and is absolutely chomping at the bit when Fig puts her and Riz in contact. All she really has to do is get Riz on (fantasy) good morning Spyre or whatever big televised morning program everyone can lose their shit over while stuffing their face with breakfast. Basically it's a big fucking televised interview. Everyone and their momma is watching. Kristen is also there but mainly to cast calm emotions and Fig is there too giving him a couple bardics. They are so great. He loves them. He loves them all so much and really needs to make this bullshit go away as fast as possible so everyone can comfortably exist at home again and he knows they're safe and unbothered.

Riz steps out on set dresses in a professional but sleek black suit ready for one hell of an interrogation. He speaks to media itself occasionally looking at the camera and casually calls out the breaking and entering and trespassing on private property that so many reporters have recently done to get to his friends. Probably name drops a couple. There's a big portion where he deadass stares down the camera itself and talks about how nice it must be for them to have a villain. They could easily milk this bullshit for what the next six weeks? Everyone loves knocking the bad guy down.

There's pictures of the shrimp parties. They go over the video footage of Ragh bullying him. Of course it makes Riz uncomfortable and he admits that. Dead fucking stare. "What makes me most uncomfortable about this is that I didn't consent to this being recorded or redistributed. That wasn't in any of the files I sent to you guys. Interesting. Did Ragh send this in? If he didn't then neither party consented to having this displayed and that is what bothers me the most." You can hear a fucking pin drop.

The interviewer is sweating. You can hear a goddamn pin drop.

Riz is not done yet. He doesn't lie or paint on layers to this. He tells nothing but the truth and it strikes true.

"Yeah. He was a bully. Everyone remembers that. I know that. But you and the rest of the world seem to forget that he was a teenager still figuring his baggage out. You don't know what kind of work he put in to get better and be a better person. I don't really know what it took for Ragh to become the best version of himself either because I wasn't there, I'm not a therapist." Shrug "I don't have to be to know that he's actively a good person now."

The interview finally ends and Riz once he's off stage goes to find a place to puke.

It goes well. Public opinion on Ragh is turned on his head and Riz has now spun this story that Ragh went through a redemption arc. He didn't actually say that but the media is the media and they love Ragh now and it's wild. A complete 180.

Adine stays in leviathan a little big longer than necessary but she's having fun and doing well.

The media is after Ragh but in a more tolerable way than before.

Things go back to normal.

Ragh and Kristen talk and Ragh is like "I can't believe he'd do that for me"

And Kristen is like "I think he'd do that for any of us. He loves with his whole heart. Lucky us right?"

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Infatuated ⭑˚💌⭑ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

yandere!bnha x reader

yandere, reverse harem, bnha x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Your Quirk is rather unique. It plays out almost like a game, giving you missions and goals that help you become stronger. On top of that, you also have the ability to charm those around you. It sounds innocent enough on paper, and you can’t help but revel in the attention everyone keeps showering you with. But what happens when their feelings give way to something more sinister?

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Just as you expected, Izuku was saving his Quirk to use during the softball pitch. 

You can’t help but stare in awe as he propels the ball upwards, just as forcefully as Katsuki did during his earlier demonstration. As a matter of fact, it happens to land even further than Katsuki’s—if only by a hair. The score he obtains is perfectly befitting a hero, and he managed to do it without totally wrecking his body this time around. He was able to concentrate all the force into a singular point, sacrificing a single finger rather than an entire limb.

Izuku’s amazing.

You’ve always known this, of course, and while you’re immeasurably happy for him, at the same time, you can’t help but be weighed down by your own lackluster results. Izuku is smart, driven, courageous, and adaptable. He clearly deserves to be here. 

But can the same really be said for you? 

“I… I can still move!” Izuku declares, biting back tears as he endures the pain of his broken finger. Aizawa seemed to be testing him just a second ago. He momentarily canceled his Quirk, because he seemed to think that Izuku’s powers are highly self-destructive, and thus, unreliable, but based on the grin spreading across his lips, he’s clearly been proven wrong. 

Aizawa’s expression tells you that he recognizes Izuku’s potential, and you have no doubt that over time, countless other people will feel the same. 

Realistically, though, you’ll probably be expelled before you can see it happen.

You grit your teeth and try to shelve those thoughts for the time being. You should congratulate Izuku for doing such a good job. It takes a lot of strength to regularly endure the pain of breaking his own bones, on top of how hard he’s already worked. 

Just as you step up to smile and give him an encouraging pat on the back, someone within the group lets out a strangled gasp.

Naturally, that someone is Katsuki. 

Of course. You should’ve known he’d react this way. His mouth is hanging ajar, and his eyes are wider than ever, sheer disbelief coloring his expression. With all the stress of the expulsion rule Aizawa dropped on you, it totally slipped your mind that at some point today, Katsuki would finally discover that Izuku has a Quirk. 

For obvious reasons, the news doesn’t go over well. 

“What the hell is this supposed to be, shitty Deku?!” 

Katsuki lunges straight for Izuku without even stopping to consider the consequences. He sparks off explosions in the palms of his hands, not bothering to be subtle about his violent intentions. Poor Izuku jumps at the sight, still clutching his broken finger, and whether it’s from the shock or the pain, he can’t seem to react in time. 

You’re just about to run out and try to intervene, rather foolishly, but Aizawa beats you to the punch. 

It turns out all those cloths wrapped around his neck aren’t just for show. They’re made of steel wire alloy, woven with carbon nanofibers. He apparently uses it to capture villains while on the job, and he’s just used to it to capture Katsuki—while canceling his Quirk, no less. 

You heave a sigh of relief. At least no one got hurt. Well, not counting the injury Izuku inflicted upon himself. 

“Stop making me use my Quirk so much,” Aizawa mutters gruffly, wrapping his cloth-like scarf back around his neck. “I’ve got dry eye, dammit. Anyways, we’re wasting time. I’m not sure what all this petty yelling and fighting is about, but the test isn’t over. Get ready for the next trial.” 

Izuku nods and hastily bows his head, and while everyone prepares to move on, you approach him worriedly. 

“Will you be alright to continue with your finger like that?” you ask. “I bet it’s even more painful than it looks. Also, that whole thing with Katsuki just now… are you okay?” 

Izuku chuckles weakly. “U-Um, it should be fine. It does hurt a bit, but I’ll be able to make it through. As for Kacchan, well… I already figured he’d be really mad when he found out about my Quirk. It’s really no surprise. Thankfully Aizawa was able to stop him in time. I kind of froze up when I saw him running at me like that…” 

“I don’t blame you. I really thought he might finally get his act together now that we’re at U.A. I can’t believe he’s still acting so childish and picking fights.” 

You sigh and shake your head. It seems like no matter how desperately you try to hold out hope that Katsuki will fix his ways, he’s determined to prove you wrong. The interaction you had with him earlier proves as much. All these years, you’ve done your best not to outright resent him for how he’s treated Izuku. You tried to cling to the fond memories you had of him from back when you were all kids. Even when he disappointed you with his actions, or shocked you with his blatant hostility, you still cared for him. You still reserved a space inside your heart for him. 

It’s clear now that he doesn’t feel the same way. He doesn’t hold that same affection for you. In fact, you would go as far to say that he outright despises you. 

So, maybe it’s time to give up on him. Maybe it’s time to stop caring altogether, just like he stopped caring for you. 

You keep close to Izuku’s side as you head over to the next trial, occasionally patting his back and trying to coax him through the pain. 

Meanwhile, Katsuki stands motionless, crimson eyes burning with a hatred so fierce it can’t even be put in words. 

That fucker, Deku, has a Quirk. All this time, he acted like he was Quirkless. He led Katsuki along by the nose and made a goddamn fool out of him. He pretended like he was helpless, when really, he was concealing a massive power this whole time.

And then… there’s you. 

When Izuku used his Quirk earlier, you didn’t look the slightest bit surprised. You didn’t look taken aback at all. Which can only mean that you must’ve known. Quirks manifest no later than the age of four. There are no exceptions. So, you’ve known since then? And you’ve just been going along with this farce and humiliating him for the better portion of his goddamn life? 

Katsuki doesn’t even blink. His heart is beating so uncontrollably, so violently, that it feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. He feels like crumpling onto the floor. He feels like throwing up. He feels angrier than he could ever hope to express—but worse than the anger, than the nausea, is something else. 

It’s the fucking betrayal.

So, not only did you abandon him and pick Izuku all those years ago, but you also helped bury that fucker’s secret. You deceived him. You treated him like a fucking joke. 

Katsuki furiously bites down on his lip, hard enough that he draws blood. 

Just how cruel can you be? 

I got all worked up for nothing. 

“Yeah, that whole expulsion thing was a lie,” Aizawa states nonchalantly. 

“What?!” 

“It was a logical ruse to draw out your best performances,” he says, a grin splitting across his lips. 

“Seriously, what?!” 

Most of the class is in an uproar, and understandably so, but some of your classmates surprisingly aren’t that taken aback. 

“Come on, everyone, it was obvious from the start it was just a ruse,” a girl with long black hair pinned into a ponytail sighs. 

She claims it was ‘obvious’, but in that case, Aizawa must be an amazing actor, because he looked ready to drop one of his students in the blink of an eye. 

Not that you’re complaining. The relief hits you all too suddenly, causing you to stagger in place and let out a shaky breath.

Thank goodness. 

It really is a fortunate twist of fate. Because suppose Aizawa was serious about expelling the student who placed last… based on the scoreboard, your life at U.A. would already be over by now. 

Izuku placed above you by one spot. He was able to at least use his Quirk for one of the trials and obtain a respectable score. The same can’t be said for you, however. As far as a class filled with budding heroes goes, everything you did today was horribly and painfully average. 

You stare down at the palms of your hands. It sucks to be weak. You’ve been weak for basically your entire life, and even though it hurts to admit such a thing, you realize that there’s no other way around it. 

Now that you’re here, you have no choice but to change.

You have no choice but to become stronger. 

“Midoriya,” Aizawa says. “Go see Recovery Girl to get that broken finger of yours patched up. You’ll need all your strength and energy for tomorrow. And that’s pretty much it for today. You must all be tired. Once you’re done changing, head back to the classroom to look over your curriculum sheets, and then you’re free to go home.”

You turn towards Izuku and smile. “I’ll wait for you to be done. Just stop by the classroom once you’re finished with your treatment so we can walk home together.” 

“Okay!” 

He grins widely, every bit as bright as a ray of sunshine. It’s no wonder he’s so happy right now. Both of you just dodged a massive bullet. Well, mostly you, but still. At least neither of you are going anywhere. You’ll be able to stay by each other’s side.   

For Izuku, this means more than you’ll ever know. 

You start heading back to the classroom together, and it looks like most of the adrenaline has worn off at this point, because Izuku can’t seem to stop wincing from the hurt of his broken finger.

All of a sudden, someone blocks your way. 

“[Name],” Aizawa beckons. “Stay back for a moment. I need to have a word with you.” 

You instinctively gulp. This has to be about the fact that you placed last. Even if he’s not actually going to expel anyone, you’re willing to bet he’s got more than a few stern words reserved for you. 

“I-I’ll meet you in the classroom later, like we agreed on,” Izuku says. He offers an awkward, but encouraging smile, then walks off, still clutching his poor finger. 

Now, then. You’re about to get bitched at, aren’t you? 

“I noticed you seemed to have a rather glum expression for the whole duration of the test,” Aizawa remarks. 

You shift uncomfortably. “Um. Yes. I was… just really scared. That I was going to end up getting expelled.” 

“What I said to the class was meant to motivate you to try your hardest, not crush your spirits and make you give up.” 

“I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to give up. It’s just that my Quirk isn’t good for this kind of stuff, so I felt pretty discouraged. I’m sorry, sensei. I promise I’ll try harder from now on.” 

Aizawa just stares at you. He stares at your pitiful, quivering frame. At your tightly clenched fists and the deeply insecure look in your eyes. He may not be the most expressive of the bunch, but for all his presumed nonchalance, he’s still a teacher. 

And he can tell that you’re in desperate need of support. 

“I read your file,” he continues. “I understand that your Quirk is control-based. It relies on other people for it to work, just like my Quirk does. U.A.’s entrance exam isn’t necessarily fair. Having to fight robots limits students with different abilities that aren’t purely physical. Certain students don’t have the chance to prove themselves, even if their Quirks could very well be useful in the field of heroics. I’d say the same goes for you. If used correctly, it sounds like you could incapacitate villains and the like. It’s a strong ability, but it wasn’t suited for the structure of the entrance exam. Nevertheless, you passed. When I watched the footage, it seemed like you momentarily gained a burst of power. How did that happen?” 

“Oh. My Quirk is… a little more convoluted than just simply controlling others. It’s kind of like a system. Like in a video game. Do you sort of get what I mean?” 

Aizawa blinks. “No. Maybe I’m too old to understand this.”

“It’s like… some kind of guide. It gives me tasks to complete, and that’s how I get stronger. But I have no control over it. It seems to be mostly random. During the entrance exam, I managed to complete one of those tasks within the given time limit, and I was rewarded with a temporary strength boost. That’s the only reason I was able to take down a few robots and score enough points to pass.” 

“So, you have opportunities to get stronger,” he clarifies. “If you’re able to complete these so-called ‘tasks’. Am I getting that right?” 

“Yeah. Pretty much. I need to fulfill a certain condition if I want to be able to control someone. There was no point in me controlling someone during this test because it wouldn’t have improved my score anyways. That’s why I didn’t feel too confident.” 

“And the condition you’re referring to is…?” 

Oh, boy. Having to spell this kind of thing out to your teacher is a whole new level of embarrassing. 

“I-I have to kiss someone,” you stammer, already blushing ear-to-ear. “And the person I most recently kissed… I’m able to control. Briefly.” 

Aizawa blinks again. He’s clearly trying to keep a straight face, but for all his stoicism, even he can’t seem to hide his shock. 

He awkwardly clears his throat. “Right. I see. That does sound like it would be difficult to make use of. Difficult, but certainly not impossible. And you say that your Quirk occasionally provides you with opportunities to become stronger if you successfully complete those tasks, but that’s just the thing. You can’t wait around for your Quirk to start working for you. It’s true that you need to consciously work on managing it and improving upon it, but you need to work around your Quirk instead of completely depending on it. If I’m on a solo mission, my Quirk in itself won’t do much. It’ll cancel the villain’s Quirk, but it still won’t help me apprehend them. Which is why I supplemented my Quirk by honing my hand-to-hand combat abilities, and finding a weapon that suited my style. Your Quirk can be a powerful tool if used properly, but at the end of the day, Quirks are still just an extension of yourself. You need to come up with a strategy that makes the best use of your potential.” 

What he’s saying makes sense. It’s true that you’ve perhaps been relying too much on your Quirk itself, rather than taking charge of your fate. It’s a troublesome ability, much more troublesome than you ever wanted, but these are simply the cards you’ve been dealt. You can’t just keep moping around forever. Izuku took charge of his destiny and worked his ass off to inherit One for All. It’s time for you to do the same. 

“I understand, sensei. You’re right. Thank you for telling me all this. I think I really needed to hear it.” 

You bow your head, and perhaps you’re imagining it, but when you meet Aizawa’s gaze again, there seems to be a subtle smile pulling at his lips. 

He gently waves you off. “Run along, then. Catch up with your classmates. I’m sure you must be tired after a long day. Remember what I said, and do your best to implement these changes going forward. Don’t despair. A hero must always find a way to rise above adversity. If this is really what you want to do with your life, you can’t give up so quickly.” 

“Yes, thank you again! I really appreciate it!”

Feeling much better than you did just a second ago, you run back towards the building with a spring in your step. It turns out that Aizawa’s actually a pretty nice guy. He might seem a little strict and rough around the edges, but he went out of his way to encourage you. Maybe you actually lucked out by having him as your homeroom teacher. 

Aizawa watches you leave. He’s hardly the sentimental type, but to see that his words helped motivate you so much admittedly feels pretty nice. For some reason, there’s a tightness in chest, and while not entirely uncomfortable, it’s enough to make him scratch his head. 

Weird. You’re just another one of his students, but for a moment there… he felt a strange pull to you. He felt like he needed to step in and say something. 

Hm. Maybe he’s finally getting the hang of this teacher gig. 

𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:

[𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭. 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝.]

“What’s this now?” 

You furrow your brows upon changing out of your P.E. uniform and returning to the classroom. Your Quirk is acting up again. It says that you’ve got another ability that you might be able to unlock, but it’s not telling you how to go about doing it. 

Whatever. Well, okay, not whatever, but you don’t really have the energy to think about it right now. And like Aizawa said, instead of relying entirely on your Quirk, you need to come up with other ways to strengthen yourself, like honing a fighting style and perhaps acquiring a weapon to help you along the way. 

You mull this over as you pick up the curriculum sheet and skim through it. Some of the students are already packing up to go home. You’re not sure how long Recovery Girl’s treatment will take, but you don’t plan on leaving without Izuku. 

One by one, students file out of the classroom. Iida and Uraraka decide to hang back and wait for Izuku as well. They gather around your desk and start rambling about the hectic day you all just had. 

Suddenly, you’re shoved to the side.

It’s Katsuki, of course. No one else would so rudely bump into another person, without even bothering to apologize. Actually, you’re more than willing to bet it was on purpose, based on that hateful look in his eyes. 

Iida crosses his arms and huffs. “Bakugou! Aren’t you going to say sorry for bumping into [Name]? I swear, you don’t have any respect when it comes to your classmates—” 

“Shut up. I could care less about you, so just shut your fucking mouth.” 

Iida bristles, and beside him, Uraraka does the same. Neither of them seems to know how to respond. They’re not used to dealing with Katsuki, after all. They’re not used to seeing such a blatant display of hostility. 

Katsuki steps closer to you, and instinctively, you step back. All these years, you’ve never quite been afraid of him. He’s never actually hurt you, after all. He’s been harsh to you, but it still doesn’t come close to how he treated Izuku. He never devolved into senseless violence and gave you a reason to fear for your safety.

Lately, though, you’re not so sure anymore. 

Which is why you squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for him to lunge at you the same way he lunged at Izuku earlier. But mercifully, that doesn’t happen. You don’t feel any pain. 

Instead, you hear his words—dripping with hatred. 

“You knew,” Katsuki says, eyes wide, manic, and dangerous. “All this time. You pretended like you didn’t, but it was just to make a goddamn fool out of me. I bet you had fun. I bet you and that shitty nerd had the time of your lives. So many years of feeding me bullshit… and the whole time, you knew.” 

He grits his teeth before shoving you out of the way once more, and much to your relief, he finally leaves. 

Uraraka casts you a worried look. “What was that all about? Why is he so angry? Are you okay, [Name]? You look really shaken up. Do you even get what he was talking about? What was he referring to?” 

You don’t respond. You can’t seem to get a grip on your heartbeat. It’s racing out of control, and you swear the room just started spinning all of a sudden. 

In that moment, you finally felt it, for the very first time. You felt the one emotion that you’d convinced yourself Katsuki would never make you experience. 

Fear.

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[katchleeifyoucan]

tw: potential grooming

some of you may have seen the ask that i received last week about @/princeofsparks (also known as Axel).

i responded to this ask with my sympathies and an invitation for the person who sent the ask to dm me if they’d like. they did, and since speaking with them and hearing more of their story, i decided it would be best to create a more “official” post addressing the situation.

their original ask can be found below. i cropped the images at the ends of sentences to make it all easier to read, but no text was edited.

if you look to their last paragraph, they mention screenshots. i have seen the screenshots, and i can confirm they prove that Axel was talking to this person when he was 18 and they were 16. the two of them did not discuss anything explicitly sexual, but they did discuss tickling, and there was talk of a potential meet-up.

i’ve decided not to share the screenshots because by doing so, this person would inevitably lose their anonymity, which they would like to keep. if you choose not to believe us, that’s your choice, but frankly, this would be a really fucked to thing to lie about. anyway…

now, these conversations were 2–3 years ago, and i don’t want to jump to any conclusions about the present. people can change a lot in 2–3 years, especially from 18–20 years old. anon and i are not necessarily making claims, accusations, or assumptions that Axel is currently talking to or grooming minors.

however, we do know that he was talking to minors a few years ago and that he was a part of the mod team that was aware of Maya’s (previously @yourgigglebugmaya and @giggly-girl-maya) behavior, so of course, we’re worried there’s a possibility that he still is, and we just want to make sure that everyone stays safe.

anon shared with me “even if I inspired at least one other person to come forward it’s enough for me, even if it gets people thinking, it’s enough. I want to make sure he’s not still doing this for the safety of everyone”

my goals for this post are 1) to hold not only Axel, but everyone who held any degree of authority in that discord server accountable for both speaking to minors and for allowing minors in the server in the first place and 2) to spread awareness and remind everyone of this ongoing issue in our community. discussing tickling with minors in any context is not appropriate.

my goals are not to “cancel” Axel or to direct any hate towards him (or Kirb). however, i believe that it’s important to take accountability and to provide assurance that this behavior is not currently happening and will never happen again.

also, if the server that started all of this does still exist, it is my personal recommendation that people leave it (or ideally that it be deleted altogether).

thanks for reading. stay safe y’all.

xx Kat

[our-aplatonic-experience]

this might be a little bit of a vent, I hope that's ok, if not please don't feel pressured to post it

I'm apl. But I'm also the kind of person who has absolutely ZERO tolerance for bullying or even being mean or shit-talking behind people's backs, which I feel drives a lot of vulnerable people towards me, like they're looking for some kind of "protection" from me, or at least seeing me as a safe person. Which I absolutely hate hate hate hate HATE. Like ok, I can call the person who made a rude comment about your outfit a piece of shit, bc I would've done that anyway, but I DON'T want to hang out later oh my god. And like it's already hard to explain to the average person that I'm not interested in friendship, but with someone I know is super sensitive to rejection??? Literally impossible.

So I try to let them down gently, to let the relationship die out on its own, but I'm usually their only or one of their few friends (while they're very often extroverts with MASSIVE social needs who would like to have more friends but don't know how to, for example bc of autism), so they let me get away with ANYTHING, not texting back for weeks, cancelling every single hangout, only answering with "yes" or "no" and with zero enthusiasm, god literally anything. And then paradoxically their desperation makes me even more repulsed by them. But I can't just tell them I don't want to be friends now can I??? Bc that's gonna crush them and discourage them from ever trying to make new friends again.

And like if only aplatonicism was a widespread thing everyone knew about, this whole thing could've been so easily avoided, I could just explain that I'd hate being friends with anyone, not just them in particular, that they're absolutely not the problem and that they're a wonderful person etc. But fuck, even on tumblr, site filled to the brim with queer people, most aren't accepting of apl people (I feel like that's slowly changing, so that's nice), so you want me to believe someone irl would be?? I live in what's often called the most culturally conservative city in my country, and the country itself is in fucking eastern europe. So even if this specific kind of person is not very likely to call me an "attention seeking faker making up labels" to my face, they're still not gonna believe that aplatonicism is a real thing. So they're gonna think I'm just making up an excuse to not be their friend bc I hate them bc they're actually such a lame person etc etc. So that means I'll just hurt them anyway.

And it's not like they're all some innocent uwu babies incapable of any harm, by coming out to them I'd be exposing a vulnerable part of myself that could very easily be used against me if they spread this information to other people, and I can 100% see how a person who just got friendship-rejected would hate that other person and want to take "revenge" on them. This already happens with romantic rejections quite often, so if we take into account the fact that friendships are usually taken for granted and people kinda feel entitled to friendship of those around them, this has massive potential for ending horribly for me.

And like, I feel horrible for shit talking them like this, especially since I know these are people that have it way worse than me, but at the same time, when I get fed up with them and really angry I can't help but think they kinda did this to themselves, immediately assuming a few lukewarm positive interactions in a forced proximity setting (such as school work etc) mean we're gonna be best friends forever.

God it felt so good to let ot all out omg

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