#I in no way peaked in highschool. but I do miss the people

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Me in highschool: I’ll never want to repeat this

Me as an adult: i don’t ever want to repeat that… but I do miss seeing my friends everyday and my grandma being alive

[joonipertree]

Gang Leader Girlfriend Things™

Tags: Mikey x Fem!reader, Fluff, crack, no angst, he's only soft for you <3, love of his life

You know, I think the first rule of joining a gang should be 'don't piss off the leader'. Like, you wanna fight people who can whoop your ass? Go for it, that takes courage and respect. But you join a gang like Toman with 'Invincible Mikey' as the head, the one thing you should probably not do is make him mad.

(Nobody is stupid enough to do that though, much less Toman.)

Mikey personally didn't fight the weak, finds no joy in something that isn't a challenge. Two highschoolers that got recruited by Mitchy's crew? He could tell they were nothing from the back of their babbling heads.

"My god, there's no way a girl like that is here. She's so fucking hot."

"What's a girl even doing in a gang? There's no way she fights."

Mikey's eye twitched. Not only are you most definitely in Toman, with a gang jacket and everything (You had your own but you ended up wearing his most of the time, pretty in what's his.) One of Toman's strongest was Senju, someone who would kick their ass too.

"Do you think she's single?"

"She is not." Mikey drawled, eyes dead and head tilted. Draken came behind him, wondering why his captain was just standing there. Mikey was always friendly with new members but very evidently, those two were an exception.

"What a bummer. She could've been mine."

Draken wanted to laugh so badly but Mikey's hand was warning him into silence before he could.

Mikey couldn't see the dude's face but knew that he was too ugly for you. You weren't into pathetic fucks. And the only person Mikey was pathetic for, was you.

A lot of gang members' eyes were on them now, ready to bow to their captain but stopping when Draken raised his palm. They could tell something was off, looking at the two kids who just didn't bother turning. The aura around Mikey was practically tangible though, suffocating to anyone who took notice.

Yamagishi staggered towards his friends, ready to point out the very dangerous threat behind them. Of course, he was the one who recruited them. If he wasn't Takemitchy's friend, Mikey would've added him to his blacklist. Mikey's finger against his lip kept Yamagishi from saying anything. Their fates were sealed already.

"Man, I could probably take her boyfriend on. Easy win and I get her."

Draken choked, Yamagishi wanted to die, the few people who were close enough to listen stepped away. Mikey still didn't say anything, because the moment he was waiting for finally happened.

Chifuyu had let you know of the arrival with a nod of his head, pausing in his rant about a manga you guys had been reading. You saw Draken's head first, eyes lowering, knowing that Mikey would always fall close. And there he was, his blond ponytail the only thing you could see. Your heart filled up like it always did because fuck, you wanted to consume him in your love. His eyes peaked out and your smile stretched your cheeks.

You walked as if on auto pilot, feet having a pep in them as you did. He stepped out in full view and you squealed at his gentle eyes and outstretched arms. You practically ran to him, you missed him and missed him and missed him.

Your shoulder grazed someone's as you zoomed past and launched yourself into Manjiro's warm embrace. Strong arms encircled you immediately, his cheek squishing against yours. And before you knew it, your feet were off the ground as he twirled you around. Unabashed laughter left your lips, hanging onto him and letting his warm and wet kisses pepper your face. The swooping in your chest was welcomed, clinging to the boy you've loved for years. Your precious----

"Hi, Jiro~" You crooned, eyes open to catch his reddened cheeks and sparkling eyes.

He put your feet on the ground and pulled you close by the waist, noses touching each other's.

"Hi, baby." He said in a hushed voice.

You gave his cheek a peck, knowing one on the lips would result in him not getting off of you. There was supposed to be a meeting, so you decided to have him later. Being a gang leader's girlfriend was hard work.

"Did you have a good day?" You asked, knowing he woke up an hour ago, barely in the realm to text you a 'good morning, honey' ('Morning' in Mikey's realm was 1pm).

"Mhm." Mikey hummed, giving your cheek a kiss too. You relished in it.

"Where are you going?" Draken's voice came gruffly and you saw the tall man with his hands on two members' shoulders.

Your boyfriend's gaze fell on them, hardened and cold. It made you shiver, his arms tightening around you when you did. It didn't scare you, he looked hot but it never meant anything good.

You blinked at the two boys, confused and just now noticing the complete silence and the eyes of everyone on you.

I mean, you were a spectacle whenever Jiro was involved but weren't they used to it by now?

"You guys have really bad awareness if you didn't notice me even when I spoke up. I don't know if we want that in our gang." Mikey's words were sweet but dripping in venom, a grin to hide his clear rage.

"I'm so so sorry, boss! We didn't know she was yours, I swear!!" Dude no 1 got on his knees immediately, more so because his legs gave out.

"It's our first day, please have mercy." Dude no 2 shouted, bowing till his head met the floor.

Oh, you thought, they were actual idiots.

Seeing people bow and beg at your boyfriend was always surreal. You knew he had repertoire and respect because of years of being a gang leader. Personally, you never really understood gang things tm. But you knew your Mikey could kick ass and people looked up to him, so you always enjoyed the times he did gang leader things tm cuz it was hot.

"Yamagishi, you recruited them so you have responsibility. Have anything to add?" Mikey asked the frozen boy, who probably stopped breathing a long time ago.

"Uh, it was Takemitchy's idea?" The boy said, knowing who Mikey's kryptonite was.

"You're the one who asked me. Don't try to get me killed along with them!" The acting president hollered.

Mikey turned to his best friend, smile still plastered on his face. If Takemitchy didn't have the trauma to back up his biggest endeavour, he would be worried that the dark impulse would've possessed him from that interaction alone.

"Mitchy, normally I would let the head captain step in for any decision made about their division. But since they directly challenged me, we have to deal with it like all gangs do, right?"

"We didn't....we didn't know, promise!" Dude no 2 peeped out.

"Hmm, but wasn't it you who said that you could take her boyfriend on? It'd be an easy win? There's enough people who witnessed that."

"Oh, Lord Almighty." Takemitchy murmured, "nothing can save them now."

"Not even an hour in and they're going to die." Another murmur from the crowd. (It was Ran)

"I never said that, I am not a part of this." Dude no 1 threw his friend under the bus immediately. It was understandable.

"'She could've been mine,'" Mikey practically sang, taking off his jacket, "is what you said, right?"

"No I couldn't," you spoke absentmindedly, only looking at your boyfriend cuz you'd lost interest in the morons, "you're too ugly for me."

It was a blow that hit almost as hard as the kick they were about to receive. Mikey let out an affectionate snort as he covered your head with his jacket. The heavy material blocking your peripheral as he left your side within a second. A sick crack brandished the air, followed by two thuds.

"Welp, that fight didn't last. How boring, wanted to show off." Mikey sounded bored, the asphalt crunching under his slippers as he walked back.

"Are they--" Takemitchy's panicked pitch followed, a very common tone whenever Mikey was involved.

"Breathing." Draken called out, giving them a light kick on the side to check.

"Takemitchy, your crew is banned from recruiting." Their leader yelled back with his head only half turned, a flurry of 'yes sir!'s came.

"Thank you for holding onto my jacket, baby." Mikey whispered as he took the jacket off your head and draped it on his shoulders. His eyes were back to being kind and gentle, warm hand cupping your face in gratitude. You melted into him, eyes closing. He left a kiss on your forehead, keeping you close.

"Ah, I'm hungry," he whined, "let's go get mcdonald's. I didn't eat breakfast."

"You didn't?" You asked as he interwined your fingers together and tugged.

"I had cereal but that barely counts." Mikey started chattering on, waving a hand to dismiss the meeting that never began.

[heerocks]

CURIOUS CAT — something productive

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in highschool. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef in between of them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

Heeseung walks out of building C, all smile and giggly. When Jake saw him walking towards his room, heeseung and the rest of their group could see how jake's eyes sparkled without even failing to say how thankful he was to his hyung.

Maybe Jay was right, he was a sucker for praise. With a promise of a free box of ramen from jake, heeseung go to his way. Though upon looking outside the glass wall of the building, heeseung saw you walking away.

He managed to catch up behind, but with enough distance from you. Heeseung desperately wanted to just walk up and start a conversation with you like a normal human being but we're talking about him. We're talking about Lee Heeseung who has had this not-so-tiny and not-so-little crush on you for almost five years. Of course, he can't just walk up to you because the bashfulness within him always wins.

He observed as you absentmindedly walk towards nothing. You look like a walking corpse, a reason that made him worry. So, he pulled out his phone and began texting.

Your stomach complained of hunger once again. You tried playing with your phone, listening to music, and other things just to try and distract yourself from the pit of your stomach but not one works.

You huffed, not sure how many times you did it inside the 5-minute mark of waiting for heeseung. What ifs running inside your brain- what if you continued your walk earlier? You should've finally had your coffee as you wait for him. At that thought, a grumble was heard from you.

He said, you needed to wait at least 20 minutes max but time was running slow and your patience was running thin as well as your mood. You tried distracting yourself by reading or playing games, but not one worked.

"No way, did he... did he prank me?!" You exclaimed standing up before crossing your arms. "Who pranked you?" Someone suddenly said from behind and you can't help but shrikes in panic. And you swear, you almost broke your neck just to look at the sudden intruder.

"What the fuck, Lee!" You screamed, hand unconsciously hitting him on his shoulder which he immediately rub. "Don't scare me like that!"

Heeseung didn't reply and just held his knees trying to catch his breath. "What happened to you? Did you run here?"

He shook his hand, "Used... bike" You handed him your water bottle and heeseung gladly chugged it down. He let himself sit across from you.

"What bike? Where is it though?"

"Borrowed it from someone along the way, I returned it then run here"

You were curious, why would he run here? Where did he go before he ran here? Questions pop out of your mind and heeseung knows so he pushes the plastic bag that he had been carrying which you only noticed now. "Here" Heeseung offered.

"What's that?" You ask, "Is that a dead bird?" and heeseung involuntarily rolls his eyes. "It's food for your information, miss"

"What am I going to do with this?"

He scoffed, "It's food. What are you supposed to do with food? Eat right? Yey, you finally passed middle school" Heeseung added with his fake enthusiasm, a teasing smirk drawn across his lips.

Your eyes sparkled at the mention of food, and heeseung can't help but chuckle endearingly but of course, you didn't see that. "So, is this mine?"

The man nodded, taking the plastic into his hands before preparing it in front of you. Heeseung nodded his head in the direction of the food, looking at you expectantly.

"I might believe that you have a crush on me, lee" You said teasing, trying to lighten the mood.

Heeseung smirked, "And what if I did?" He saw your confident eyes falter. "Wh-what?" Oh, how he loves teasing you and just making you blush.

"Chill, I just want to make up for everything that I did. Truce?" He said offering his fist and which you gladly bumped with yours.

"Truce" You replied smiling, while heeseung nodded, "Now, eat."

You didn't move, still staring at the man whose crossed arms are now on top of the table waiting for you to finally eat.

"Um, I can't possibly eat two servings... how about eating it with me?"

Heeseung can't help but smile, you were asking him carefully as if you're shy. He can feel his heart beating like crazy, and the slow trickling of heat to his cheeks can't help him soothe the feeling. You braved looking at him and saw how flushed his cheeks were. You can't help but smile, heeseung saw it and the heat on his cheeks doubled.

"Aish! Just eat" He exclaimed opening the food in front of you.

You can't help but giggle, taking the other pack and opening it before setting the food in front of him.

"Let's eat?" Heeseung nodded, looking down as he tried to hide his blush and smile. Unbeknownst to him, you're observing him. The sun makes his skin glow and you can't help but noticed how long his eyelash is, and how pinkish and plum his lips are. Heeseung is an attractive man and you can't deny it as well as the fact that you're getting comfortable with him.

As for heeseung, he's just happy that he can spend time with you like this and he can't wait to spend more in the future. Both smile at each other as you eat in comfortable silence, oblivious about the group of men not too far away from your table peeking at you both, soft giggles and smiles written on their lips.

chapter 27 — something productive

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GENRE! smau + written, on crack, slow burn, mutual pinning or past pinning, university au, kinda enemies to lovers troupe, heeseung is a simp, reader is kinda dumb, friends bullying friends

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[itstheghostofmypast]

Hey babes, what's up? How you doing?

I'm... not that great actually. Grades are coming out, and I didn't do as well as I thought, so now my mom is calling me useless *family trauma go whee*. It's just that there is so much pressure to apply to foreign universities, which always involves having perfect grades, thousands of extracurriculars, fourteen start-ups, and a cure for cancer. I'm writing some fanfics right to kinda vent before I go back to studying...

BUT HOW ARE YOU? I MISSED YOU SMMM

Okay, so, I'm going to get straight to the point. It has been years. No, bloody generations and desi people ways are not going to change, so please don't let that get to you. Okay, so this is how it works, the older you get, the more complicated things become. Your personality, cognitive processing abilities and traits tend to lean towards whatever you are naturally good at- a thing most desi people do not understand (I am not hating on South Asian parents but it is a common trait). Though our parents are often like this because we come from deterministic countries where either being born rich or being smart enough to go abroad is considered as sucessful. Both these approaches are bullshit.

All my life I was the model A* kid of the entire family- you know what that got me in return? Cousins who hated me because their parents used me as an example for EVERYTHING and a childhood that is comprised of no hobbies, likes or dislikes, extracurriculars and actual friends. As I grew older, highschool came and even though I reached peak- my grades did not and boom: *Bloody useless* *God knows what happened to you* *You used to be a model student*.

To some extent I began to do everything to please others, since my grades weren't cutting it out for me anymore- hell I would even agree with what my 'friends' would say, only to be liked again. Gurl, I had people - my own friends- bully me for years, only because I thought, hey at least I have friends. My family wanted me to do engineering - yes, one of the three options all desi kids get. I could have, but at the end even though I got okayish grades enough to get me into an enginneeing college- my mental health was fked.

At the end, three brain docs later I was able to convince my parents how trivial these social pressures were- yes, I am grateful they agreed but even now, sometimes the desi vibes come out.

So, don't let your EXTENDED family or anyone else get to you. Hey, I came back on Tumblr bc writing makes me feel better, even if I PROCRASTINATE WITH THE REQUESTS.

Find a college/university that teaches what YOU WANNA DO- MOST UNIVERSITIES DGAF about what you got in subjects that aren't related to your degree, trust me.

Whatever happens, happens for the best, so- and try, just try to talk to your parents about chilling- or at least cooling down a bit- i know its risky but at least you'll know you tried and trust me, parents do think about things u say in the middle of the night. They are supposed to be your strength.

YOU NEED TO ENJOY THE MOMENT, MAKE IT ABOUT YOU, SCREW EVERYONE ELSE. IF YOU THINK YOU COULD'VE DONE BETTER, THEN YOU'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME. BC SELF-REALISATION IS WHAT MATTERS. NOT STUPID ASS PAGAL PEOPLE LIKE BRO IM TELLING YOU PPL JUST EXIST TO PULL YOU DOWN AND YOU- Nah bruh you a whole ass bomb and YOU ARE ONE OF THE BRAVEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER KNOWN. Do whatever you want- as long as it aint illegal or drugs, dont do that- But

F*** the haters

You deserve your peace of mind, everyone does. And family trauma is a part of you, a part that you will one day be able to supress and laugh at, because you know when you grow you wont be asking a kid named Salman or Ajay what grade he got in 4th grade math, you'll be more concered with if he's happy at school.

Ps: I love you, and missed you too and DONT BE SAD ABOUT STUPID IDIOTS- i messed up my last exam too but hey, as long as you and I are able to become GOOD, CIVIL AND USEFUL CITIZENS WHO CARE ABOUT OTHERS AND THE ENVIRONMENT, WHO CARES? NOBODY SHOULD CARE ABOUT WHAT THAT AUNTY OR UNCLE THINKS. PERIOD.

[godsrejectedmartyr]

debating on whether or not i should post this, but isn’t it so funny how you can literally be a person with such a disgusting and traumatic past with ongoing extreme self destructive habits and people who see you excel at life every day will literally have no idea?

everyone who sees me irl all think i’m just a happy kid with silly and immature interests that is succeeding in school and achieving a higher education all at such a ripe age. they really have no idea who i am.

i’m not gonna say that my school hasn’t seen me get into dark places, cuz they have. last year i was going to commit suicide so i didn’t bother attending school anymore. months have past and i had Fs in all my classes. teachers were giving me a hard time with me missing so much school and all i could think about the entire day is how i go through with my plan of $ui¢ide. i have connections to people from another section of the school corporation who i’ve known from my freshman year. i was called into my counselors office who was also once working in that other section and she helped me so much my freshman year. they kept trying to pry out of me exactly what was wrong and why i “fell back” into “this place” i was in. now i’m attending school in a separate building for three hours a day knocking out two credits a week and excelling at everything i do. my teachers there are so proud of me and always talk me up. they’re doing everything they can to help me succeed further. there’s two types of kids that go to that school, the trouble kids and the mental health kids. i’m a mental health kid, but to their knowledge i’m doing a lot better mentally because of this program. sometimes i wish they would know or find out the things i do to myself and the life i’ve lived. some of my baggage has been revealed to one of the people at my new school because my mom had to give a speech on how she became a successful business woman and ofc she brought up her abusive husband and father of her kids. i was there as she gave her speech and obviously i was fucking crying. it’s so much harder hearing it all come from your moms mouth. it was only one of the staff, none of my other teachers were there. but he made such a big deal about my moms speech for the next week and i have no idea if he told my teachers or not.

i do wish i could kill myself before my 18th birthday. i’ll still be a part of the program next school semester and i’ll be graduating in december if all goes well. before my 18th birthday i will have gotten married. hopefully, if my boyfriend wants to, we’ll be able to complete with our pact. something about being so close to a long awaited success, seemingly excelling in every area of my life, only for everyone who thought i was happy to discover all the disgusting things about me and that i took my own life after all that work, it seems romantic in a way?

“what went wrong? they were so happy. they had just gotten married. they were about to turn 18 and graduate highschool! every day they showed up to school with a smile and ready to work their hardest. what happened that made them throw it all away?”

but one thing that’s upsetting is there’s no guarantee they’ll ever know of how dark the place i was in really was as they watched me rise to the top. they see me now and they think i’m at a peak, but every day i come home and i destroy myself down to my core.

sometimes i wish i could also just say it to my favorite teachers face. he’s my favorite cuz he was working at that program when i was in it my freshman year, all the other teachers are knew but he’s the one thing that stayed the same about that place. he only sees me three hours a day, but in that time all he sees is a happy kid. i wish i could see his face if i told him the truth. but i can’t tell him, especially not now. if i do he has no choice but to call for help. it’s the law. i know that’s fucked up, but i do wanna know what he’d do or say or look like if i told him everything.

idk, this is probably all dumb and cringe and emo. but i really do fantasize about my self inflicted death as every day passes. i just can’t wait to kms.

[devilbombers]

Music Rambles: Vocaloid/utaite

for real have been living under a rock all this time because I actually only really got into the vocaloid/utaite scene only about 2 years ago. I REALLY think I missed out during it's peak.

Love or hate vocaloid, you cannot ignore the herstory and impact it has on the world

The beginning of the end

I still recall in highschool some of my friends were really into it and as a matter of fact I was constantly reminded of the fucking kagamine twins just because I have a twin lmao. I thought it was all super cringe though and I would actually get creeped out if people mentioned it and shamed them for it. oh how the tables have turned.

cringe or not, it was impossible to ignore it or deny the yass slayery it has. Some songs I either pretended it sounded like shit and/or listened to in secret was:

butterfly on your right shoulder - the kagamine twins (#1 guilty pleasure at the time)

electric angel - the kagamine twins

just be friends - megurine luka

angelfish - rin kagamine

first love academy, school of true love - rin, len and gumi (fun fact: this is the first song i ever found with gumi in it so i actually thought gumi was a man at first. Ever since then I've accepted gumi as a trans legend lmao)

it really wasn't until I discovered reol did I actually give in to it all. Initially I thought reol's voice was unbearably high and giga's intense beats hurt my brain, but luvoratory is too good to be played once and after a few thousand listens before i knew how i felt i was hooked.

things probably spiralled out of control for me with it all because fast forward to around 2019; miku expo begins and she ACTUALLY has a show in my city. I actually cop VIP TICKETS to go see her. This would've been the craziest shit ever to ever happen to me if it didn't get cancelled because of covid aadjasdsaldlaakl it was supposed to be my first concert too. (on a slightly lighter note; I got tickets a little while ago to go see gumi live in my city!!!!!!!!!)

thoughts on the genre as a whole

I think the most irresistible thing about the whole vocaloid/utaite genre to me is there is no consistent genre to it. It works so well with my personal philosophy of having no favorite music genre of course I have to be so invested in it.

some producers and utaite i like:

giga

nilfruits

yuu miyashita

babuchan

rerulili

kira

oster project

kikuo

ado

mitchie m

utsu-p

Hiiragi Kirai

tsumiki

youman

if you're already familar with some of these guys, you can already tell all of these artists and such are quite vastly different from each other. It's a little beautiful to me in a way how it all is how it is and you can't really see any other music subculture do something like this.

FAVORITE VOICE BANKS

I really want to say it's Rin Kagamine because I'm delusional as fuck and think we're the same person and most of the vocaloid songs i listen to happen to use her vocals. Some years ago during a very boring and so forgettable con I cannot remember what it was called, i was just sitting idly by my table as my friend played songs a little on their speaker. One of the songs they played was Meltdown by iroha and ever since then I can't stop playing it almost every single day and everytime even the slightest inconvenience happens to me; I will blare this song so loud in frusturation.

Vflower is somewhere way up there with fav vocaloids. VERY unique sounding voice and I really like how producers are able to tune her very differently from each other. She's really dominating the scene lately and at this point its IMPOSSIBLE to ignore her. which is exactly why I'm so aggravated at companies and such for not letting her play live or even put her in fucking project sekai!!!!!!! how the fuck are you gonna keep putting her songs in it but not have her in it! i don't care if she's not in the same company theres no way you don't have the money to do it!!!!!!!!

i feel like there isn't a lot of songs by Gumi by herself; i really wish there were more bangers for her. She duets extremely well with mostly rin or miku though. Her voice provider is half-filipino therfor gumi is half-filipino and my only representation in this awful world so i really like her. Very nice sounding voice, theres a lot of opportunity to use her for most things really. I have the exact same issue as i do with vflower, PUT HER IN PROJECT SEKAI AND LET HER DO MORE CONCERTS YOU COWARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Megurine Luka has the most prettiest sounding voice for sure. I would group her in my top 3 vocaloids in no particular order with vflower and rin. LOTS of nice range and there isn't much to say i can say other than shes a fucking legend and she's kind of sexy lmao.

THERE REALLY IS NO SONGS FOR MEIKO AND IT FUCKING SUCKS CAUSE SHE HAS SO MUCH UNTAPPED POTENTIAL. Very nice almost silkyish mature sounding voice. Personally i think no one knows how to harness her voice the best than oster project. Maybe it's just because they're the only producer who makes shit for her, but I feel like maybe meiko's voice is best used in dramatic type songs with lots of classic instruments. I'm actually angry at the world for not producing her enough my god

Ms Hatsune Miku; what can i really say except she's literally the bitch of all time. Obviously the vocaloid with the most impact for sure with what i would say is the most balanced type of voice from all the voice banks which gives her lots of opportunity to do literally any song which is exactly why she has so much motherfucking power.

[semi-imaginary-place]

naruto blogging part 1: where i read a bunch of naruto/boruto spoilers after not touching the franchaise for like 12 years and what i learned infuriated me so much i dug myself into the hole of actually finishing reading the naruto manga

Ew orochimaru lived. And one of the boruto characters is a child he artificially created? WHO LET THIS MAN NEAR CHILDREN????

I miss when naruto used to go feral where's the naruto that threatened to break every bone in sasuke's body so he wouldn't be able to run away. Kemonomimi naruto would be so cute.

gaygayhomosexualgay. Sun moon imagery and everything. naruto reading straight porn: this is boring

The power creep looks so bad. like i got worse? of course it got worse. this is what made me drop shippuden the first two times. back in those days i still had hope for kishimoto's writing.

whats really interesting is that i remember back in the 2000s when people were making post canon fanworks for naruto and sasuke as like konoha jounin and everyone gave older naruto longer hair, like not long but longer than in canon. and kishimoto makes a timskip adult naruto and shaved him.

boruto aliens. why are there aliens???? another reason to never read boruto. I can't believe they made Sasuke AND Naruto deadbeats. Family is so central to both their characters this feels insulting. they should have matching arms. boruto timetravels??? if that wasn't blatant nostalgia bait i'd almost think it a good concept.

Itachis plan is so stupid. Teach him only hate and expect sasuke to be well adjusted. Juxtaposition of fragility and power

Naruto is so gay his only image of a hot girl is himself with boobs but when he tries to picture hot dudes he perfectly replicates details of half a dozen men. And whatever he has going on with sasuke. Im never reading boruto but i do think its funny how everyone says naruto and sasuke have more chemistry with each other in it then they have with their actual wives, that they married. Sakura deserves better someone free her from this franchise.

Showing a flash forward to everyone married is usually a terrible way to end a series. Hell i can only think of one series that does it well: ao no flag and thats because ao no flag does flag does it in a way that enhanced the manga's central themes of life is a series of choices that each person should make for themselves for their own happiness and circumstances of their lives no one else has a right to condone of judge another (including the audience. With naruto is was very much a "everyone must be heterosexual and have kids to be happy right? This is what everyone obviously wants" and then pairs off some of the people with the least chemistry is a way that goes counter to their characterization and development. With ao no flag the gap is purposeful the audience does not know what happened in those 7? 10?idk how many years and we have no right to condone or approve of the choices made by the characters. That time gap also serves to highlight how ao no flag is a series about adolescence on the edge of adulthood and that while a critical period of time, it is alao fleeting. It is a time of massive change, growth, and maturation and that means that characters change and become different people on the other side and the author is letting us peak into that otherside. First romances and highschool sweethearts rarely last because they are learning experiences and through that process people often outgrow their first romantic relationship and come out the otherside better for it

They reanimated an amv for the 20th anniversary and like half of it is just naruto and sasuke.

Miss the days when naruto would grow fangs and go feral. Imagine is he got fluffy ears and a tail. Maybe i just like kemonomimi.

I'm still not over how ridiculously bad itachi's "plan" was with sasuke. Theres a pretty good argument for kishimoto not knowing what he wanted when he first introduced itachi.

he really did lose it after itachi, his "plans" at this point are just his whims, all he knows is that he wants to kill someone

[takasgf]

Writing prompt: Bumping into eachother while carrying books trope

Prompt from the awesome @ kuma_chan.exe !!!! Thank you so so much again.. 😭🙏💓

Your hope level is assured to be at its peak in this academy. With so many students ready to prepare for their future roaming the hallways, accidents are bound to happen. 

  The newly joined Super Highschool Level Toy Maker was rushing towards the library. The heavy pile of books she was holding occupied all of her attention. It appeared as if her rush was getting dizzier and dizzier with each step she took. Fluffy strands of white hair were swinging in all directions, preventing Frogeru from seeing any obstacle she might encounter on her way. If someone had seen her almost speeding through the hallways, they would've thought something wrong had happened. A fellow bookworm who had forgotten to return such fancy novels - a worrying student, with loads of homework left unfinished - or perhaps a delinquent thief, who has successfully infiltrated the highschool and is now running towards the exit with a handful of stolen science textbooks. No one could know. No one except… 

CRASH! The mysterious pile of books has changed its position - from Frogeru's hands right to the cold floor surface. It wasn't unpredictable that such an accident would happen, considering her racing speed and all the students she passed by. Out of all the people she could've bumped into, of course, it was no one other than the Moral Compass himself. 

- Miss Usheri! 

 It was a voice she couldn't have ever mistaken for someone else. The usual tone of confidence and authority was this time, however, sprinkled with particles of worry. 

- Miss Usheri! Are you alright!? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for bumping into you! Please, let me aid you with your books - he said, as loud as usual, as if they were the only two people in the halls. 

- Yeah, don't worry, dude. I should've been more careful, for sure. Ah - you don't need.. you don't need to-

- Well of course I do! Instead of reminding you not to run through the halls, I've worsened the situation by making you drop all your books… I have to help you pick them up! 

  Without waiting for an answer, Taka started to lift a few of the books off the ground. Literature notebook, math textbook, science manual - he's used to all of them. He knows each and every corner of the school-supplied books. It wouldn't have been him if it wasn't for his neverending desire to learn and revise each material, even before the teacher mentioned it during class. Mixed in between Frogeru's books was, however, a foreign one. A strange colorful cover, that in Taka's eyes, did not have a place in the pile. It's almost like Frogeru had tried to hide it. 

- Is this…? A coloring book? Oh! You must be hosting some kind of interactive activity with the younger kids, right? That's really noble of you!

- Um… Not quite. It's for me, hehe! Her awkward giggling did not help the situation. 

-…Yours? Aren't you a bit old for these kinds of things? This institution is a place for serious students, you know?! 

-Well, uh, it helps with my studies! Um, when you constantly learn and learn you do need to take a break sometimes, don't you? 

- Personally, I don't that too often! And if I do, I occupy my free time with other activities that benefit me in some kind of way. How can a coloring book help you?

- It's a way to manage stress! It might not seem like it at first, but a bit of mindless coloring can really calm you down. 

  As much as Frogeru cared about her dear friend, communication with him was rather difficult at times. Having to relate all of her hobbies to school for him to understand them was getting repetitive, but she had no intention of giving up. He was more than excited to be her friend - and she was too. Behind his strict nature and constant enforcement of rules, was a kind, golden soul, looking for a friend that will stay by his side. 

  The confused look on Taka's face gave Frogeru the energy to explain her point better. She wanted him to understand. 

- This… can manage stress? Just looking at all the tight spaces in between the lines makes me feel nauseous! Is this calming for you? I suppose you need a lot of focus and patience to color in these - it's not as "mindless" as you said it is. 

- Who said you *need* to respect the lines? There's no-one and no-thing stopping you from going over them.

- But! But!! What's the point of them being there in the first place, if you aren't going to pay any attention to them? 

- There's no right or wrong way to color. The lines are there to help, but it's not required to use them "properly". You can have them as a guide, if you want to. That's why it's a relaxing activity - you don't *have* to do anything if you don't want to. Try coloring a tree blue, and a pink sky; the book won't explode if you try to be a little creative.

  A tiny light sparkled in Kiyotaka's eyes. He had the same puzzled look on his face, but he seemed invested in what Frog had to say. 

- I see… It does make sense! Gosh, thank you, Frogeru! I have so much to learn from you… 

- Oh dude, no need to overreact. It's just a coloring book. Hey! Maybe you'd like to join me? I can rip one of the pages and give it to you. We can also use wax crayons - i like those better than the regular ones, the texture is just so much fun! 

- Would you be okay with that? I definitely have an extra hour later for myself - we can color together then! 

- Sure, sure! Frogeru was smiling widely. Of course,Taka. Meet me in the library? That's where I was heading towards right now. I'll be waiting for you, no worries. 

- That sounds great! The library sounds like a great place to spend some time together. I'll be there in a few hours! 

- Hehe, see you soon nerd! 

- N-nerd?! Would you care to elaborate on that?!! 

  She did not elaborate. Picking the last book off the floor, Frogeru sprinted towards the library. Her face was bright red - she wasn't sure if it was from all the running or her excitement to see Taka again. 

  As much as he tried to yell, Kiyotaka did not manage to tell Frogeru to stop running one more time. This time, he could let it slide. He saw how happy his friend was - he couldn't ruin that. Not knowing why, seeing Frogeru all energetic and smiling made his heart fill with warmth. She was so precious to him. No other person in the world was as patient and soft as she was. What did he do to have such a dear person in his life? His face was as red as Frogeru's. For the first time in his teenage years, he just couldn't wait to color in a children's book. 

 ok that was pretty bad, but i tried my best!!! i don't usually write, so my first works WILL be a little boring XD

THANK U FOR READINGMNMM😭😭😭😭😭💗

[mood2you]

Blog 13: A Dollar Early

I'm writing this a day early. I thought of a joke for my "finish a book everyday" challenge I started on the 15th. I have 8 books open right now, 3 or 4 of them I'm seriously edging. I read plenty of books, it doesn't really matter what I think of them. I know I talk about essays, but frankly every book is not that remarkable. What's up with "Angels Don't Knock!" do you really have to DIE to be a happy wife? EVEN if you don't settle for the boring rich guy? The publisher is explcitly religious but at least they're not Mormon. I might just not read all 4 of these, yet they have a little charm. The recap is seriously lazy, copy pastes sections from the previous book, which is good because I have books 1, 2, 4, and 6, out of seven or eight, but it doesn't matter maybe... I'm one of those "you have Roald Dahl on the shelf?" booktokers where I feel like things will subtly rot the brain. I got rid of that 1997 Millennium Meltdown book because it had more conspiracy theories than just the MM. Fearless by Fern Micheals also rubbed me the wrong way, and the twist at the end just made the characters feel underutilized.

I just finished Sarah Lotz Missing Person, I think I only have one more book by her to read. The White Road is still my favorite horror novel. If you were a Homestuck kid, you might love Missing Person!

I drew this week! I'm trying to get ready for Drawtober I suppose.

I also started another writing project so now I have something I can pit against that ghost hunter fantasy. The thing about the new project is its just a revival of something I started in highschool and I would love a peak at the old draft, but I never pried the harddrive out of my old laptop. And the track pad on this one is getting finnicky... It better straighten up. How old is "old" for a laptop?

So anyways, on Thursday I cleaned. On Friday I swung by the library and then followed signs to a yard sale (it was Friday/Saturday because they had football games to watch on Sunday) and met the people there and even got a phone number. That's because I found a piece of furniture I've been needing and it was so perfect I asked them to hold it so my mom could help me put it in her car. I have just a sedan. I also got a great bedside lamp to hopefully cut down on screentime, and a painting of my aunt's favorite painter for only $2. Of course it looks better in person. As well as about 12 pulp romances.

Then I went to the store where my mom was shopping to see if she wanted to get lunch. I tried to just surprise her by sneaking up on her but it turned out she was at the one 1 freeway exit away so I'd wasted like half an hour. Freaking parking lots! We got Mexican. On Sunday the neighbors came over and we put up Halloween decorations. Monday this week was much better than last week. On Tuesday I ran a poll to see whether to go to the library or the pool but made a little time for both! It's gonna be hot tomorrow but I might not have time for it. But, like, an hour is fine, sometimes. It's all about getting over the "peeling off a damp bathing suit after" thing.

[t-acenda]

quitting my high-paying job and the good-kid luck

someone got promoted today.

there were announcements and congratulations in the group chat, just like how any promotion in the digital age should be celebrated.

my laptop sounded like an alarm clock with the array of notifications ringing up, typical congratulations, yada yada. but one word from my notif panel stuck with me

“dasurv”

yes that exact word, filiipino gay lingo and all

i cant say i wasnt exactly affected, but i was

thats because there were no round of congratulations when i got promoted. and that’s because nobody knew. the time i was being interviewed for my new role i was itching to get out from where i was. i didnt feel like i did a very great job at it, and i know my team mates thought so too thats why they were quick to let me out. the time i was given a choice between staying and leaving it was always a conversation geared towards making me leave:

“jo, im leaving the decision up to you. but if i were you, id take the opportunity since this will be great for you”

“oh but im gonna miss you all. id like to come back when theres a re-org, especially since re-orgs are a natural occurrence in the company”

“oh no, i think this time that will be your permanent position”

theyd even announce that i was leaving 2 months before i was set to transfer, and i havent done any interview yet for that matter.

stuff like that.

so you’d understand why i was desperate to get out. i didnt want to be in a position where nobody wanted me in, and where i feel like im dragging everyone down. 

so when the offer came-- and it was A LOT more than i imagined it to be-- all i can think about was “do i turn down the offer and stay where im not needed, or take it and suffer the internal pressure of living up to a position people are sweating their asses off for while i get it on a silver platter”

obviously i chose the latter.

and that’s what i am dealing with today.

there’s always this pressure of me trying to live up to the role, trying to earn my place in the hectic corporate world. it felt like im bryce dallas howard acting in blockbuster movies just because her dad is a director, while other better aspiring actresses are scrambling with garbage flicks just to get to the top. 

you know what im saying??

thats the reason why i want to quit this job. 

i KNOW im doing a good job, i KNOW im doing the best i can. but it doesnt feel great knowing full well other people deserve your position more than you do. it doesnt help that i accidentally spilled the tea with my old manager, wherein he reacted in the most offending way possible with complete shock, together with a “don’t tell anyone ah. you know how people talk”. thanks for reassuring me that i am not good enough to be here, thank you very much.

i am aware of how lucky i am. i am aware of the immense truckload amount of luck that i have all my life. its like god showered me a huge gigantic massive amount of glimmering luck all my life and equal parts of imposter syndrome tendencies to compensate for my lack of skill and self-belief.

and thats when i realized i had the good-kid luck. back in grade school i was the typical shy awkward kid. i had good grades and the teachers loved me for being unproblematic. i got award after award until highschool. come college, i realized i actually wasnt smart. i was just the good kid. in college, professors dont care about who the fuck you are. thats why the charm worn off. grades suffered badly despite me giving the same amount of effort that i did in my golden younger years. i was back to being antisocial, a downward curve that peaked during my highschool years.

come my first job. it was the easiest thing since graduating after college. my good-kid luck returned and my boss loved me. always telling me i was doing a great job and all. and when she recommended me for promotion before my first yr at work i was only half surprised. i knew the charm was running again but the anxiety of knowing to myself that it felt too easy and effortless killed me.

after i quit my first job, i quickly jumped to another one. another easy breezy step for the good kid since i was referred to by a friend of mine. and a year into the job here i am being promoted even though i was always lost and felt like i was highly dependent on my boss.

but on the flip side, i am here now. and no one can do anything about it. 

finally i feel like this is the role where i can redeem myself. this scope was familiar ground, i can work with it

but i sill cant help but wonder how it would feel like to quit, and actually work from the bottom to the top without any help from the good kid luck.

i want to buy a car without guilt written in the price tag. i want to go to work knowing i can introduce myself and my role without rewording it to something a little more generic.

i want to congratulate myself with a very well-thought of “dasurv”.

[lostcausezz]

Therapy

𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 "𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟"

"Y/N SOMEONE'S HERE FOR YOU IN THE FRONT LOBBY!"

You took a deep breath and walked out from your office room to get out of your office from reviewing your patients files. You walked towards your closet and got your white coat and placed each arm through a sleeve and shook a bit to get it comfortable on you. While you placed your hand on the door of your office and opened it to go out into the lobby to see who it was.

You placed your badge over your Afro and let it rest on your neck. Using the card that's on your badge as a key lock you opened the door to see a lobby filled with patients from men to women to teens. While looking at the crowd of people when they all turned around to see your familiar face and stood up on their toes.

You thought it would be  a regular day at the office but the day had other plans for you . You loved your job because you were doing what you loved but something felt different about the environment. You had a feeling it would be more eventful than it already was.

As you looked throughout  the crowd you saw none of your patients but instead people who loved your work and just wanted to ask you questions. You got the job and the high status from college. You never thought you would work in this field as a doctor but the thing you loved the most about it was SEX.

In high school everyone saw you as reserved to yourself and that you wouldn't have that many people you associate yourself with. You always felt the need to distance yourself when it came to things with having people know your business or even what you did out of school. It was hard keeping up a fake at school and playing nice to people that gave no fucks about you.

The thing was that you had amazing duality. You would be quiet and kept to yourself at school then once you left those big doors it was like you were a new person. You would take your hair down and change into a new set of clothes and go out and party.

When you would leave you would go over your one friends house and y'all used to make out and have constant sex with no strings attached. The thing was it was an everyday basis with him and it was something you loved doing so you thought why not make being a sex doctor a career so I can help others.

As soon as the thought rolled through your mind you went to school and applied for the major to become a doctor that helps people with sex and how they can be better. Throughout the time that you had to leave and go away from your hometown to go to a school away so you could get the information needed to become a therapist. The more you were in college you missed the old life you used to have in highschool and you actually started to have feelings for him.

The constant thought of him ran through your head, you could remember his appearance as if you just met him yesterday. The thought of his long pastel blue hair and his pale skin ran through your mind. The beauty in his smile he gave you every time you were in missionary ran through your mind like it was a daily occurrence.

The thought of him and sex you had with him was like an addiction. You shook your head and got out of your mind and walked to the secretary's desk in the lobby of your practice. While picking up your clipboard you saw the first name to be signed up.

You called the person and they came and followed you to the back of the office. While walking down the hall of the office you could hear the heavy heartbeat that was pumping through your patient's chest. You stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to face  your patient and your eyes widened.

"Is it really you?" He said looking at you with your hair in a black lace with the black fitted dress you were wearing underneath your white coat. You took his arm and tugged him into your office and you closed the door behind you and pressed your back against the door. You looked into his two toned eyes and saw how good he looked in his sweater and loose sweats.

You started to approach him and you placed your arms on his shoulders and smiled and started to speak to him. "So lover boy, how did you find me?" He smiled to the side and brought his face closer to yours and you could feel his hot breath as he said, "Don't worry about it babe I missed you so I have my ways." You took a deep breath from how high the tension is and moved your head a bit closer which made you and him kiss.

The kiss wasn't regular like how it was back in high school it had more emotion. He placed his hands on your back and the kiss went in deeper. His hands started to run up your body and you placed your hands on his arms and stopped him.

"What about my other patients?" You said looking at his lustful eyes as if he was craving you. "First come first serve right?" You took your phone from the pocket of your lab coat and called your secretary. As the call was going on Mahito started to kiss your neck.

"T-tell e-everyone that they a-are ahh off for the rest of the day." Your secretary said okay and for you to have fun since she knew exactly what you were doing. Having sex in the office wasn't regular but at the same time it wasn't rare. You could hear her saying that everyone can go and the office was evacuated.

Usually when you would have sex you would be quiet but messing with Mahito you knew how loud you would get when you're with him. You were notified that everyone left and you went back to the kiss and his arms tightened behind your back and his hands moved down to your ass and he grabbed it then spanked it.

You jumped and separated yourself from his lips and locked eyes with him. He gave you a smirk and turned you around so you could bend over on your desk. He placed his hand up your dress and started to rub your pussy from behind as your face was filled with pleasure.

He could feel how wet you were becoming. He pulled your underwear down and then rubbed his tip against your pussy lips as he slowly made his way into your opening.

Your head tilted back as a gasp escaped your lips, his strokes were slow at first to make you comfortable with him.

As time progressed he got faster and you had to grab the handles of your desk. "Fu-ck me har-der" he obeyed your command and went deeper. You felt your eyes roll back and the room go blank. The feeling of his dick getting harder and growing inside you made you hit your peak.

You came all over his pants and as you were about to fix yourself he placed his hand on your neck and pulled you up a bit so your ear was near his lips and in his slightly deep voice he said, "This is unfinished business now."

[justkending]

Moral of The Story. Chapter One.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of an old love all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

Word Count: 2600+

A/N: Ok, here is the first chapter! If you have not already listened to the song that evoked this idea from my imagination land, I suggest giving it a go! Moral of the Story by Ashe. I’m excited for you guys to see what this story brings and I really hope I do it justice! As always, comments and thoughts are welcome as they help me grow as a writer and let me see what you guys notice:) ENJOY MY LOVES!!! <3

(The posting will be once every other day until I have finished the series. If I finish early, I will post an update once a day:)

Read the Prologue here first!

Chapter One:

"You already got the flight?" Nat asked, perched on Y/N's couch as she ran around frantically packing. "Don't you have a huge meeting next week with that new business? What was it called? Bee's Knees?"

"Yes, but it's not until Monday evening. I highly doubt I will be there longer than a weekend to sign a few divorce papers. I'm planning on coming back early that afternoon, so I shouldn't miss it," she answered, not even stopping to look at her as she ran through the rooms and bathroom in the apartment.

"How soon did you book that flight?"

"As soon as I hung up the phone with Murdock," Y/N sighed. Nat sent her a questioning look not knowing that name. "New lawyer. The guy who took over for the sleazeball known as Justin Hammer," she rolled her eyes.

"Right," Nat nodded. "So, are you staying at your dad's house?"

"I would take my dad's house over my mom and Jerry's any day. You know this," Y/N paused in her actions, sending her a bitch face.

"I know. Just didn't know if you'd be all fancy and rent a hotel room to escape the smothering that is bound to happen from good ol' Mr. Y/L/N," Nat grinned.

"It's been so long since I've seen him not via facetime. And we both know that's barely seeing him as he doesn't know where the camera is even after a hundred calls," she laughed.

"Parents. Either they're technologically challenged or know how to work it better than us. Never in between and it's weird." Nat watched as Y/N froze in her stance and looked lost trying to think of something else to pack. Deciding she needed a distraction, Nat changed the subject some. "Hey, did you get Melody to go on that date tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Y/N answered proudly. "I know your aunt wants grandbabies from her daughter, but that girl just needs a night on the town more than anything. She's in her early 20's and holes herself up at the office almost more than I do, and I'm the boss."

"Cousin's got my work ethic. What can I say?" Nat shrugged smugly.

"Well, she needs to get your spirit in living some too."

"Touche," Nat pointed. "I need to have Yelena take her out. She's the real party sister out of us two."

"That is true. How she's able to party for 48 hours straight and still wake up at 8 am for mimosas, blows my mind," Y/N commented on Natasha's younger sister. "She's only a few years older than Melody, right?"

"Yeah, Yelena is 24, and Melody is 22. They were best of friends growing up, but once they got to high school, they kinda went different routes about life. Lana, the party gal, and Mel the studious bookworm."

"I'm not surprised by either of those," Y/N shook her head before collapsing next to Nat on the couch. A loud breath and sigh escaped her body.

Nat watched as her mind escaped back to the original issue at hand.

"What's going on in that brain of yours, Y/N/N?" she said, softly touching her shoulder. "Not that I don't already know, but maybe letting it out will help unscramble those thoughts."

Y/N lazily rolled her head to the redhead next to her.

"How is he?" she asked.

Nat was a part of their friend group from middle school through high school. She kept up with all of them still, whereas Y/N kept up with all of them except one.

"I actually haven't talked to him in a while. Steve on the other hand..." Nat nodded. "From that source, it sounds like Barnes is just as surprised and freaked out as you."

"He's freaked out?" Y/N asked, a hint of interest peeking out.

"Who wouldn't be? You get a call from a lawyer saying your marriage is still intact after 9 years of breaking it off, I would be freaked out too."

"He deserves it. I hope he's just as freaked out as me, if not more," she responded bitterly, crossing her arms across her chest like a pouting child.

"Y/N," Nat sighed.

"No. Don't. Don't defend him to me, it's pointless," she put up a hand. "I know you're still friends with him, but you guys still don't understand the pain that that man brought on me."

"He fought for you, Y/N. He didn't mean-," Nat countered.

"Again, you're wasting your breath. Defending him now does nothing to change the past," she said stubbornly, getting back up and carrying on with her packing. "You can still take me to the airport tomorrow, right?"

Her best friend wanted to keep pushing, knowing she had harbored this heartbreak for too long. Sure what had happened between them sucked and was a horrible chapter of their lives, but neither made an effort to talk it out and understand the other's side of the story. Faults of being young, immature, and not knowing how to handle a grown-up decision.

"Yes, I'll pick you up at work at 10. Flights at 11:25, right?"

"Yes, and you know California traffic. That will probably get me there 10 minutes before my gate closes. I had to get an early flight though because that time difference is going to kick my ass. It'll be close to 5:30 in my head and 8:30 there by the time I land... " Y/N huffed, rolling her bag to the front door for tomorrow. "You mind taking this tonight and keeping it in your car for now? That way I don't have to lug it to work?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll grab it on my way out. But we're still having a girl's night, right?"

Y/N laughed some before going to the kitchen to grab beers. "I Survived is already recorded and ready for us."

___________________

"Shit man... When's the last time you talked to her?" Steve asked, sitting across from his best friend in the chair diagonal from the couch, leaning forward on his knees after listening to the new news.

"Since I was supposedly signing our divorce papers. And even then, we didn't really talk. She sat there quietly straight-faced until it was signed and then rushed out the doors," Bucky sighed, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "She was out of the state within the next hour."

Steve nodded before falling back into the single seat.

"So, do you guys have to see each other again, or is it one of those situations where you can sign separately?"

"I don't know. I just got off the phone. All I know up to this second is that Y/N and I have been married for the past 9 years without knowing it," Bucky said somewhat harshly. Steve didn't flinch at the tone knowing it wasn't directed at him. "I'm sorry. I-I just can't wrap my mind around this."

"It's ok. This is crazy shit, Buck," Steve waved off. There was a long pause before Steve decided to ask the question he was sure anyone would want to know. "Do you want to see her?"

Bucky slowly looked over to the blonde. God, he had been asking himself that question for the past 10 minutes himself.

On one end, yes. He wondered where she was now in life. How she was doing. What accomplishments he knew she would be making. He knew a few small things just by the whispers and small talk of her with their shared friend group that he still hung out with, but a majority of the time, they didn't bring her up around him. They knew what it did to him.

On the other end, he never thought about facing her again. I mean maybe for the year after their divorce, but when he never heard anything back from her all those times he still tried to reach out and she blocked him on almost all forms of social media, he gave up any hope of them falling back into good terms again. He hated it, but he wasn't going to push her when she clearly hated his guts.

And honestly, he deserved it. His young, stupid, college self was not a smart guy when it came to relationships. Even ones that had been there from the beginning of time practically.

Yet again, she wasn't perfect either. She made some mistakes of her own that pushed him to act the way he had.

"Hey, you both are older and more mature now. I'm sure you if you guys do have to see each other again, you can handle it like adults," Steve reassured, seeing Bucky's face turn to a soft frown. "Ok, so she may be a little stubborn..."

"A little?"

"Ok, a lot. But she's older now. She's not the 19-year-old girl that you remember," Steve defended.

"I believe that but I'm sure she still holds a grudge that is very, very, very, very-," Bucky was going to go on about 10 more very's before ending with BIG, but Steve cut him off.

"You don't know that," Steve shook his head.

"Really? Because usually when you no longer hold a grudge against someone, you might just reach out to that person and reconnect possibly," Bucky argued. "I mean that's what mature people do, right?"

"Not always..."

"So she's either not mature or still just as stubborn. Hell, for all we know, both," Bucky shrugged, pursing his lips.

"If you go into this with that mindset, nothing good is going to come out of it." Steve pointed an eyebrow at him.

Bucky rolled his eyes not replying to Steve. He knew he was right, but he was still bitter after all these years about how Y/N handled the situation. Sure, he messed up, but she had to. Yet she made him into this big bad wolf that was at 100% fault in the downfall of their relationship. It made him feel like shit, and though he tried to make amends knowing he did some fucked up things, she acted like she was Miss Perfect and didn't do anything wrong the entire time.

Damn, even after all this time, it still lit a fire in his chest with annoyance and hurt.

"When's the meeting?" Steve once again interrupted his thoughts.

"I guess Saturday morning. They said they were coming in on their off hours to fix up a few cases they found like ours," Bucky answered.

"How many cases were there?"

"Eh, I think he said it was single digits, but there were a shit ton of other cases in different areas that were worse off. The divorce ones are a small number compared to those."

"Damn. That sucks for all the couples who got a call today then," Steve huffed, running a hand down his face.

"Yeah, you're telling me..."

"Hey, we were going out with Wanda and Vis tonight. You still up for that, or...?" Steve stood up.

Bucky looked back at the beer on the coffee table and then at the TV still playing I Survived stories quietly in the background.

"You know what? I'm going to need a stronger drink than an IPA to get me to sleep tonight," Bucky nodded, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans before walking to his room.

"Looks like I'm the DD tonight then..." Steve sighed.

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"Vis," Wanda motioned to her fiance as he came back from the bar. "Nat just texted."

"About what? How is she?" Vis smiled as he sat next to her with Sam across from him. Sam tagged along at the last second since his other plans got canceled.

"She's good, but it's not about her," Wanda waved off, still reading whatever lengthy text was sent her way.

"Wow, that looks like a novel," Vis noticed with wide eyes as he looked over her shoulder.

"Wait 'til you hear what it's about." 

Sam shook his head as he took a sip of the beer Vis had brought over.

After reading the rest of the text out loud from where she had left off, everyone at the table looked at each other with shock ridden faces.

"They're still married?" Vis said softly as if it was a secret.

"Apparently..." Wanda nodded with wide eyes.

"So that Hammer guy was a sham?" Sam questioned.

"I told her not to go to him. He had some shady hole in the wall kind of establishment," Wanda chided. "But she said they needed something cheap and fast. She hated his guts and wanted it out of it then and there. Plus, they were 19. They didn't have much money anyway."

"Why didn't they just ask their parents for help?" Sam questioned. "Isn't Y/N's mom loaded?"

"Yes, but she refused to help her. She said it was her own fault for getting married so young and that she had warned her. Told her she had to get out of the mess on her own," Wanda answered.

"What about her dad?" Vis jumped in.

"Bucky and her dad were close. She was off in Colorado for school and didn't want to put her dad through that or make him have to help her in cutting him off. Bucky was like the son he never had and they were bonded at the hip. No matter how much Y/N hated Bucky, she wasn't going to ruin or take away his relationship with her father. That would have been cruel, and Y/N is anything but that."

"Weren't Bucky's and Y/N's dad's best friends?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, they were old-time war buddies. They're the reason Bucky and Y/N had known each other since birth. But Bucky's dad died when he was about 13, and Y/N's dad, Thomas, kinda took him under his wing. Growing up a teenage boy without a father figure messes with you, and Bucky was on the edge of a bad path after losing his father."

"He's still rather close with Thomas, but I'm sure Y/N doesn't know that. Unless Thomas has said something, and with how everything came to an end for the two, I'm sure he doesn't bring it up knowing how tender of a subject Bucky is to her," Vis added.

"Makes sense..." Sam nodded. "I only knew you all from the start of college, so I'm still a little lost in all the beginning stuff."

"All good. It's complicated with those two. Their past and upbringing are so interconnected with the other, it makes their downfall all the more intense and messy," Wanda sighed. "God, if this is the news, he's going to be a wreck tonight..." She looked up worriedly at her fiance who shared the same concerns.

"It could go two ways. Either he comes in all solemn and says three words all night, or Steve's going to be the DD and he's waking up with a head-busting hangover," Sam noted with a small grin at the thought. "I'm going to go with the latter though."

"Poor guy," Wanda sighed, taking a drink with a sad face. Ever the sympathetic one.

"We'll be here to listen if he wants to talk. If not, we act like we have no idea and don't bring it up," Vision spoke up, throwing his arm over her and running his hand up and down her shoulder.

"I'm going to tease him still most likely," Sam shrugged nonchalantly. Wanda sent him a warning glare. "Fine, mama bear! I'll be nice... Until he starts making a fool of himself." He added the last part quietly.

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[smutsonian]

Hello love 😺 umm can u pls please please write dark!steve x reader, where he bully and verbally harrases the reader but somehow kind of love her but just treat her bad and degrade her but when someone else tryna make her fun of her then he shows who she belongs to kinda stuff (pls if u gonna write pls make it so it so dark🥺🥺)...... Feel free to ignore tho cause i'm sorry this seems so long 😬😬🧡

2/2 Hey it's me again 👋👋😬who just send u a request of a long one shot of dark steve rogers x reader where he bullys her but i just forget to tell u that can u pls make that a Highschool AU pls , i really forget to tell u 😬😬

bully

steve rogers x reader

summary: Steve bullies you after you rejected him and he soon regrets it.

warnings: dark, non-con, violence, bullying, blood, self hatred, insecurities, psychological trauma, they are of age, please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with any of these. Not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: just wanted to post something so this may or may not suck

masterlist

Steve wasn’t always a bully.

It’ll probably be because you hurt his ego.

Maybe he asked you out one time but you were new in school and wary of people so you politely declined his offer.

For Steve, he saw that as you humiliating him in front of the school. The new girl just rejected the Steve Rogers. 

Steve would be like ‘who do you think you are?’ and the cheeky flirty guy he was before becomes someone else.

He started spitting insults here and there, never missing a day to make you feel weird about yourself. 

The soft and beautiful blue eyes from before turned dark and hostile towards you.

Sweet words turned harsh.

Flaws that you didn’t see before started surfacing.

Suddenly your hair is too messy and all over the place. Your skin is too dead and it makes you look creepy. Your eyes are too dull and sad that you don’t seem friendly anymore. Your nose is weird, and so on. The list never ended and you started to change from the person you are before.

Steve made sure to make you feel the way you made him feel.

You suddenly became closed off and did everything to be unnoticed. It’s better to be a nobody than be the center of everyone’s torment.

Steve is a popular guy and it didn’t take long for everyone to follow his lead.

You’re just trying to finish your last year and finally leave the hell you created for yourself but Steve swore to make your life a living hell.

“If it isn’t my favorite dead girl!” Steve’s voice booms through the hallway, the chatters immediately stopped to witness the popular guy, and now, the loser of the whole school interact.

“Got somewhere else to be?” His voice was sweet as well as his eyes but you know, everyone knows that his intentions are far from being sweet.

“What? Your tongue isn’t working anymore? Bet it rot with your dead body and now everything is decaying with you, is that it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for his friends to back him up which they did. Steve smirked as the hallway started being filled with thunderous laughter and they’re all directed at you.

You did nothing but bite your lip in hopes of stopping yourself from crying in front of everyone. You can’t afford another round of teasing.

You fake a laugh before turning away from him and started heading to your last class.

Steve hated the way your eyes looked at his with nothing but sadness.

Your sadness wasn’t even directed at him but at yourself.

He just wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel so you can understand that the both of you belong to each other.

You’re fucking perfect and Steve is far from that. He might be the most popular guy in school but you were way out of his league so he had to bring you down just a little bit.

But it got out of hand.

He had no idea how to stop what he started but then something happened.

He was just on his way out of detention, the hallways are now empty, everyone has already gone home and Steve was used to that. What he wasn’t used to is the sound of whimpering. More importantly, it’s the sound of you whimpering.

He wasted no time and ran towards the direction of your voice and as he turned the corner, his blood turned red hot in seconds. He’s seeing nothing but red at the sight in front of him.

Mrs. Roberts asked you to come to her office before going home to discuss something and you didn’t know whether to cry because of sadness or cry because someone actually cares for you.

Mrs. Roberts shared her worries with you because your once impressive grades started pummeling down to the point where it can cause problems with your chances of graduating.

Mrs. Roberts gave you special assignments to do so you can pass her subject and you thanked her for that. You even hugged her so tightly and dwelled on the affection for too long which worried her.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” She asked, eyes glossing over yours with worry.

You decided against telling her and just shook your head at her. “Do you think I’m failing my other subjects? What if I don’t graduate in time?”

Mrs. Roberts was quick to calm you down, telling you how the meeting with the teachers went and even joked about you purposely failing only her subject which you laughed at.

You left her office with a smile, chuckling at the memories of her jokes when you suddenly felt an impact on your left side and then your right side when you hit the lockers with a loud bang, making you whimper in pain.

“The fuck are you laughing at, dead girl?” An unfamiliar voice says above you.

You look up to see a boy a year younger than you but before you could reply, his foot started meeting your abdomen, your sides, or whatever part of you that he could kick. At some point, he was able to kick your face which made your ears ring in pain so you decided to shield your head with your arms to block his kicks.

“I don’t know why Steve never did this before but I am doing it for him. He’ll be so proud of me! I can take over his place after he graduates.”

You didn’t even realize that you weren’t receiving his kicks anymore but the sound of kicks can still be heard.

You peak out of your arms to see the young boy’s body across from you on the floor, receiving hits from a large man above him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, punk?!” Steve’s voice growls in anger and you didn’t know if you were thankful that you weren’t on the receiving end of his growl but it still terrified you.

“M-making you proud! I’m doing the thing you can’t seem to do!” The younger boy spits out red liquid before scrambling away after Steve pulls him up by his collar.

“If I fucking see you touch her again, you’ll never be able to see a day again, you understand?” Steve pushes the boy away before looking back at you, all the anger on his face turns into something softer.

He scrambles towards you, kneeling before you and helping you so gently until your leaning on the lockers, heaving at the pain that the boy caused you.

Steve continued to stare at you, eyes observing you before his hands gently prodded your face.

“You’re bleeding…” He murmurs before pulling out a cloth and dabbing it softly on the wound, apologizing when you flinched at his touch which surprised you.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice trembles and Steve only sighed in response, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Why did you have to reject me?” He asked, carefully putting a band-aid over the scar and kissing it so gently with his pink lips. You stared at him in shock and confusion.

“Wh-What the f-fuck?!” You try to push him off but he only gripped both of your wrists with one hand while the other caress your face.

“We would’ve been so happy together. You would’ve had a great experience but you always manage to put yourself in danger… Why didn’t you just let me in?” The hand on your face goes to the back of your neck and your struggles were no use when he easily pulled you into a kiss, his tongue easily forcing itself into your mouth and coating and mixing your saliva with his.

“I should’ve not given up but you… you hurt me, ya know?” He pulls away before admiring your face.

“I lied though. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just wanted you to give me a chance but then you started avoiding me more.” His jaw clenches before his grip on your wrists tighten.

His other hand goes under your shirt before fondling your breasts through your bra. He leans in towards your neck before sniffing and moaning as he continues to massage your breasts while his hips started to grind against yours in need.

He growls against your neck as his grind started to get violently fast.

“Ahh fuck!” His hips stopped before he’s shaking against your body.

Your eyes widened at him as you looked down at the front of his pants which now had a stain on the crotch area.

“D-did you just—”

“See what you do to me?” He laughs before kissing your lips once more, the hand on your breasts trailing down before he forces it down your pants and under your panties to feel your core with his big hands.

His fingers make a quick swipe up your slit making you shiver at the feeling of him on your sensitive area.

“And I see what I do to you…” He inserts one finger, groaning at the way your walls are tightening around just one finger.

Steve swore he could cum again at the thought of his cock entering your very tight pussy.

“We didn’t start strong but we have all the time in the world now…” He places a kiss wet on your lips, continuing his assault on your core while his thumb finds its way to your clit.

Steve enjoys the way your hips jolted at the feeling and he smiled.

“I will help you graduate with honors and then after that,” he pulls back from the kiss before smiling at you.

“We’ll start over. I’m never leaving you again. I’m never going to give up on you. We’ll finally have what we both deserved.” He feels your walls fluttering around his one finger so he added another, thumb flicking your nub harder, forcing you to release.

“Mmm!” You bit your bottom lip as an orgasm was forced out of you, pleasure showering you as your eyes shut tightly.

“So fucking beautiful…” Steve pulls his hand out of your jeans before quickly placing his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

“So fucking delicious as well.” He helps you up carefully before guiding you out of the school and into his car.

“I’ll drive you to school and from school from now on. There won’t be a time when I’m not watching over you. I’ll protect you from now on. I’m going to right every wrong thing I did to you, baby…” He leans down to kiss your lips then your head before fixing your seatbelt for you and starting the car.

“Everything will be better now.”

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a/n: been trying to write but it’s just not working rn but im trying to come thru hehe

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[joheunsaram]

Peach Jam (ksj) - Teaser

Part of Blue Crush (collab)

Summary- Kim Seokjin’s life was perfect. He had a great job teaching kids to surf, he had great friends who were coming back to town for the summer and he was planning the best party this city would ever see. That is until he ran into his highschool crush and things started going his awry.

word count- 803 (probably around 10k for the fic)

pairing- surfer!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG for the teaser (R for the fic)

genre- smut, fluff, e2l

warnings- none for the teaser

a.n- I’ve been writing this for a couple of days so I thought I’d tease you all a little hehe. I shall be dropping this in a week or so (but its me so will we be surprised if its late 🥴)

enjoy a peak into surfer!Seokjin

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Kim Seokjin didn’t do lonely. To be put concisely, he was too good looking to be lonely. His life was perfect, even if he often spent his time alone in his bedroom playing video games with fourteen year olds who berated him for his age. It was only because he was so much more skilled than them, obviously. 

To Kim Seokjin, being alone was fun. He enjoyed his own company. Well, wouldn’t you if you were as content as him? 

That is not to say his life was easy. Oh no. It had its ups and downs as lives tend to do. Although he was blessed with a devastatingly symmetrical face, a biting wit, and the funniest puns on this side of the country - he had checked the national pun competition, nobody even came close - he still felt as if he was missing something. 

See, Seokjin wasn’t like most people. He didn’t believe in doing what you didn’t want to. Life was too short to waste it on something you weren’t enjoying so he tended to follow his gut. Which is why much to his parent’s dismay, after graduating top of his class at one of the world’s most renowned universities and getting an above entry level position at the country’s largest conglomerate, he had decided to quit a mere year later, and spend six months in Thailand.

No, he didn’t run around Bangkok exploring the malls and the temples like a tourist. He relocated to Ko Pha Ngan, an island renowned for its monthly moon parties. Seokjin couldn’t really remember much of the six months other than waking up at the crack of dawn for his surfing certifications and drinking all night, usually accompanied by a pretty woman, or two. To say he had the time of his life was an understatement. What more could a single man in his mid-twenties ever want?

Oh, yeah. Money. Seokjin may or may not have spent the last of his savings on that trip. Which brings us to now and here, to a quiet beach town, on the western coast, notoriously hard to point out on a map. Boasting a large coastal line and moderate summer tourists, Honeycomb Cove was an eclectic town of suburbs with mismatched family homes and beaches of cheap vacation homes. It was a place where nothing ever happened, which also happened to be where Seokjin grew up.

His alarm rang, loud and shrill, the autotuned voice of T-Pain jolting him awake. Seokjin groaned before his face broke into a smile. He let it play, the rapper’s distorted voice talking about taking on the day in an interview - a meme he had found in the internet’s crevices last year filling him with motivation. 

The sun was barely up, the world still sleeping and Seokjin was happy. He liked that it was just him and his thoughts as he jumped out of bed, only to drop to the floor to start his morning routine of fifty push-ups. Most people would think it was excessive, but it worked much better than a shot of espresso. Once he was done, he changed into his wetsuit, and grabbing a poptart from the kitchen, he was off to the beach.

The air always smelled extra fresh in the morning, the night’s fog giving way to the day’s bright rays. The ocean was calm, waves cresting and crashing into white foam, creating clouds on the surface. It was breathtaking, the water a perfect mirror of the sky.

He stretched a little before grabbing the board strapped at the back of his Jeep and running towards the sea. The cold water felt like a calling sometimes, pulling him in, numbing his fingers as he paddled further towards the horizon, a blunt line that separated equally majestic views. Seokjin usually wasn’t coordinated. Sure, he wasn’t a clutz as some of his friends, but he was often the butt of jokes when it came to following a rhythm. But here - it felt as if he was finally alive, never needing to think as he let his body sway with the waves, never fighting, always cooperating wherever the ocean took him. 

Standing up under the curl, the world faded away. The roars of cars passing by on the roads, the yells of people as they started their businesses for the day, the seagulls fighting over litter, everything halted. Seokjin breathed in the salt, his lungs expanding as he opened his arms, eyes closed and lips curled in a smile.

Until the wave crested, tossing him underwater. Even then, he swam to the surface, giggling as he shook his dark hair from over his eyes. Not even a complete wipeout could dampen his spirits. Summer was finally here, which only meant one thing. 

All his friends were finally returning to Honeycomb.

[s1ater]

hey queen i’m gonna ask politely for a part two of “high school rivals” i just need it in my life that was one of the best hawk fics i’ve read so mrs gorl do me a solid and write a part two! i will forever be in your debt!!!! anyways love you and all the stuff you’ve written!❤️❤️

highschool rivals, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader believes hawk is fucking with her when saying he does karate, but he won’t prove otherwise, no matter how much she begs.

warnings 🚫: swearing, drinking , also reader and miguel are only friends (i swear it’s not flirting), uhh

slater’s note 🗯: yuh, finally updated, sorry it took so long i’ve literally had no MOTIVATION but hey(love you bae thank you for giving me motivation to update)

part one, part two

the weekend reached faster than you thought it would, giving you no time to think out a plan on how to set hawk off.

maybe you should’ve just gotten over it, but the urge to egg him on, to watch him snap kept a provoking feeling in the inside of your stomach to keep planning.

you didn’t understand why, but something about hawk just fascinated you, made you obsessed with thoughts of him and what he could do to you.

and maybe the thought setting him off into a rage set you off into excitement of what he would do to you.

pinning you down, overpowering your strength just so he could win, anything and everything to show the dominance he had over you.

oh it was wrong, but so so fun to think about.

saturday morning hit you hard from a rough hangover resonating from the night before with mia and harper, a lot of drinking taking place due to it being harper’s birthday and all she wanted to do was watch old movies and drink till she blacked out.

and oh boy did she really black out.

and so did mia, leaving you up and alone with edward scissor hands playing in the background as your newly drunken mind searched through your phone for something entertaining.

someone entertaining.

your first choice, miguel, him being the first one to pop up on your recently snapped on snap chat.

y/n: i’m bored, come hang out w me

miguel: u drinking yet?

y/n: ye

miguel: i’d come but i’m w people

y/n: uh fuk yow

miguel: aren’t we hanging out tomorrow anyways

y/n: yeh but everyone’s aslep now

miguel: oh facts

eli wants to talk to you

your drunken self had rolled your eyes, sliding out of the chat and into hawk’s snap user who was already typing.

hawk: can i come over?

y/n: no

hawk: awh, why not princess

y/n: shut up

people who lie about being in karate don’t get to come to drinking parties

hawk: oh?

y/n: yeah now leve me alone

...

hawk: miss me yet?

it was like he knew how to play the game perfectly, a game that wasn’t even really a game. just teasing being held between two hormonal teens who made out a couple of times.

he knew exactly how to get into your mind which is why it didn’t take long before he had convinced you to allow him to sneak over to harper’s house, wearing a black hoodie that was draped over his head with miguel following right behind with glasses you had never seen on him before.

“you said you were with people,” you had narrowed your brows, looking over hawk’s shoulder at miguel who was still outside due to you blocking the way in through the sliding door.

his eyes connected to yours after slowly analyzing his surroundings as if something would pop out of the dark at any moment.

“yeah,” he jerked his head a bit, “i’m with lover boy here who convinced me to drive him five miles to a drunk birthday party at two in the morning.”

you studied miguel a bit more better, realizing he had slightly smears of acne cream on his cheeks and forehead, pulling together the glasses and pajama pants look. he seemed annoyed and tired, which made sense since it actually was two in the morning.

“hi,” your eyes drew away from miguel to hawk who smiled smoothly, his red hair peaking out from underneath his hood, dipping down into a form you had never seen it; flat.

“hi,” you replied, slightly shocked before being pulled in closer to him, his cold hands rubbing up and down your waist before peaking underneath your own hoodie.

his cool finger tips pressed into your hipbones, his fingernails slightly curving and breaking into your skin as he tried to get an even tighter hold on you. the pads of his thumbs rubbed up and down against the dips of your stomach as he continued to stare straight into your eyes, calmly.

“so, can we get this train moving or are we gonna stand in the doorway for the rest of the night?”

you couldn’t recall if you had gone anywhere farther than rubbing skin against skin with the boy or his lips pressing against your forehead biding you sweet dreams as he left before the rest of the morning could catch him. the alcohol eating away at all memories and events that had happened between two and five.

y/n: hey, can i head over?

miguel: yeah, eli should be there to let you in

the weekend had entailed a lot of hanging out, saturday implying drinking and just general talking in miguel’s apartment with robby, hawk, harper, and mia.

you weren’t exactly sure if it was a good idea to be drinking day after day but it was your teenage years, whats the worst that could happen?

“you’re early.”

you frowned watching the door open to only see hawk, his expression dead, almost like he was annoyed but he still let you in, leaving the apartment door wide open.

“where’s miguel?” you asked, stepping into the cool apartment from the roasting air, a feeling of relief settling on your skin as you were no longer cooking into a chicken in the hot sun.

“what do you mean?”

“well this is his apartment... right?” you looked around analyzing the small space. it was neat but there was some kind of atmosphere filling the air making the whole area dark.

you sat on the couch watching eli as he seemed to be rummaging around the kitchen, seemingly ignoring you by not answering your question.

“what’re you doing?”

“nothing.”

“wanna spar?”

he looks up, his eyes meeting dead in yours, “shut up.”

“okay...”

the apartment soon seems to fill with a silence quickly and rather awkwardly as you sat there, patting your lap with your hands, switching between each thigh as your mind raced.

do something.

but you didn’t think it was a good idea to do something, it had only been a minute into your arrival and he already seemed snappy.

it was then did you really wish you could remember everything that had happened the night before and as to why it was so suddenly awkward.

it didn’t make sense, he would always find something to talk about, that was one of the first things you had picked up on about him.

“you mad at me?”

“no,” he said it slowly, glancing over to you as you were already looking at him, how shifting your position on the couch.

“why’re you being weird.”

he laughed.

and then... ignored your question.

“what happened last night?”

he looked up from the counter again, you had noticed he was writing something down, making you guess he was doing his homework or something.

he also seemed annoyed, looking over once again to your doubtful state.

“you were drunk.”

“yeah, the killer headache i had this morning told me.”

“yeah...”

“why’re you being to fucking weird?”

“i’m not, jesus,” he snapped at you, his face screwing up with annoyance as well as slight confusion as to wondering why you were being so anxious.

“you seem mad, man.”

“well maybe if you shut-“

“i got the alc!” the sudden noise of the apartment door opened caused eli to cut himself off, looking over to the white chipped door open, revealing miguel and robby.

you clenched your jaw, looking away from the two boys and to the floor, thinking about the sentence hawk was about to spat in front of your face before interrupted.

shut up.

“you two good?”

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Fight ; Ushijima Wakatoshi

characters : ushijima wakatoshi, f!reader

synopsis : you and ushijima had your first real lowkey hardcore fight as a couple

genre : angst, fluff

ps : i am trying my best lol, i am new at this if you any remarks my dm's are open. hope you enjoy <3

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both you and your boyfriend, ushijima play volleyball that is actually what pulled you closer and ushi couldn't be happier

you've always enjoyed playing volleyball; it wasn't your passion and you wouldn't dedicate your life for it like ushijima but you still did your best all the time and you were pretty good

you actually were captain of the team for a while but then just decided to be a normal player

you practiced really hard; you didn't want to disappoint your boyfriend who was a great volleyball player

it really stressed you out though, especially when people would compare you or make really uncalled for remarks (this was maybe even one of the reasons you quit as a captain)

anyway these last days you haven't been feeling really good, the exams were upcoming and you wanted to keep up your excellent grades so you could attend the college of your dream

and not to make things better you had a practice match with you-don't-know-what-team and you couldn't care less

even if you were attending practice you were still kind of lacking, you wouldn't give it your all as usual and your teammates noticed that, you tried conving your coach into keeping you on the bleachers but he just wouldn't give up on you and your amazing serves

so here you were, sleep deprived, stressed out about school work and volleyball and your boyfriend didn't seem to notice anything, he would ask you times to times if anything is wrong but you would brush him off since you knew he was already preoccupied with the nationals

ushijima wasn't dumb though, he knew something was off with you but since you kept telling him not to worry he thought he would give you time unil you feel completely comfortable talking about it

he would kiss your forehead and tell you that he is here anytime

i ship you guys so bad wtf 😔

and as if the universe was against you, the day before your practice match you had an important exam, “at this point i should drop out and become a stripper” you thought to yourself as you were cramming informations into your brain

after your exam you headed to the gym to practice, you and your team stayed until late night and needless to say you only had few hours of sleep because you also had to wake up early to practice your serves, you didn't even have time to see your boyfriend so he could encourage you

you were exhausted, your brain was about to explode and your coach would still not let stay on the bleachers. the only thing positive was that ushijima sent you a good luck text message the night before

the match started, you were trying so hard to stay focused and to fall asleep; your serves were not as sharp as usual, you would miss the ball many times and the coach finally decided to change you with someone else

what you were not aware of is that ushijima and tendou came to watch the match and support you, they were weirded out at the way you were playing, it clearly was not in your habits to play that way

your team won the match but you couldn't care less, you just wanted to go home and sleep for one week straight

there were still a few people in the gym, you were getting ready to leave; you didn't even notice that the trio was coming your way

“y/n!” you heard tendou call you, “oh, hi sorry i didn't notice you were here” you replied, closing your bag “what's up?” you ask

“what's up with you? are you okay?” tendou asks, “what ?” you didn't know they saw everything, you kept staring at them until it hit you “oh, so you guys watched the match”

“yes, and what was all that about?” asked ushijima. “we can't always play well, you know” you shrugged, they were staring at you kind of shocked

“what? y/n did you see your serves ? did you see how many times you missed easy balls? it was almost as if i was watching a beginner! the team almost lost because of you” ushijima replies

“okay and ? i told the coach not to put me on the field yet he did. not my fault” you answered, it stung hearing him say that but it was true and you knew it

“thank god #8 came in, she saved the game ” he adds, what started annoying you. the last thing you wanted was to fight with your boyfriend

“good for them,” you clapped back in a cold tone what sent shivers down tendou's spine. he didn't want to get in between you two and he didn't know how to react since it was his first time seeing you like that

“you are my girlfriend, you know better! you should know this isn't only about others but the whole team! i heard people say stuff i didn't want to hear when you were playing an-” he couldn't finish when you cut him off

“ i know what people say ushijima! i know i am not dumb. and what if i am your girlfriend ? does that make me obliged to be a good volleyball player like you ? volleyball isn't my dream as far as i know i also have other dreams and other goals ushijima, but do you even care ? do you even bother asking me what i am passionate about ? and if you're ashamed of me, the so-bad volleyball player why don't you just go out with other great players ?” you snapped, what made the gym go quiet and all eyes stare at you and your boyfriend.

you gave him a last glance , took your stuff and went home

him and tendou stood there, alone now that everyone have left, still trying to comprehend what just happened, “wow, i’ve never seen y/n-chan like that” tendou broke the silence between him and ushijima. he didn’t answer tho, his mind was still replaying the fight you two had

you never fought; you guys were both mature and dealt with every situation you had to go through rationally so this fight really made ushijima tense up, something that tendou noticed

“ushijima,” tendou started as they were walking back to their dorms. “did you notice that y/n wasn’t feeling good right ?”

“hm? what?” the green eyed boy looked at him confused

“y/n is definetly not feeling good, you could tell just by looking at her face,” he stopped a moment before he continued “you can’t be oblivious to your girlfriend feeling bad, can you ?”

“look, i am not one to tell you what to do ushijima, this is your relationship but take good care of y/n before you loose her. she is a wonderful person and i know people who are just waiting for the right moment to have a chance with her,” he finished, sighing

“i don’t know what to do, we’ve never had a fight like this before and i sure don’t want to loose her,” finally stated ushijima burying his face in his hands, “i know i am lucky to have her, but you know how i suck at this relationship stuff...”

“give her time to cool down, but not too much time too. anyway goodnight” tendou pats ushijima’s shoulder before getting into his dorm

the days after you tried to keep it lowkey; you didn’t go to practice, you’d spend most of your time alone in the library or at home

your friends tried to contact you but you went on ghost mode, ushijima and the vb team too but you didn’t have enough strenght to deal with anyone not even your own parents

yet one night after everyone had finsihed practice you decided to head to the gym, you had so much frustration that you wanted to get rid off and the only thing that could help you was to hit in a ball

so here you are, at 10:30 pm serving in your highschool’s gym with all the power you had

what you didn’t know is that someone was there, watching this whole time hitting them balls with all the power you had wondering if they should come and talk to you or not

saying he missed you be an understatement, he missed your touch, the sound of your voice, your silly fights with tendou over who ushijima loved the most, the way you would hold his hand with no warning, the way you came to his practices and his teammates would all want to catch your attention. he was craving you and he couldn’t do anything but blame himself on how he lacked as a boyfriend

“man up, wakatoshi,” he opened the door yet didn’t catch your attention as you were still serving your mind obviously somewhere else

“uhm, hello?” he clumsily tries to catch your attention, which he succeeded  in

you turn, kind of startled but lowkey relaxing at his sight. “hi,” looking at his face you realized how much you missed him but the fight you had was still replaying in your head. “i was leaving, i just need to clean the gym” you said shaking off your pianful thoughts

as you walked by him he held you wrist making you stop, “y/n, let’s talk it out... please” his face slowly turning around, your eyes meeting his

he was right, you couldn’t just ghost everyone for the rest of the year, you just nodded and looked away

still holding your hand he took you to sit on a bench, facing each other. both of you wondering what will come out of this conversation

“y/n, i miss you, i was a horrible boyfriend i should’ve noticed how bad you were doing and comfort you instead of being a total douchebag, it’s just that...” he stopped for a while, thinking of the right words to say. “i just want the best for you, and i should’ve known vb isn’t your dream but i know how much potential you have and i just want the best for you.”

you couldn’t help but soften and the bluntness of your boyfriend, you knew he was genuine

“i don’t want to loose you y/n, and i promise to do my best to be a better boyfriend. please accept my apology,” you couldn’t help but breakdown infront of him

that’s it, you reached your peak and here you were sobbing in your boyfriend’s arms who was rubbing your back, trying to comfort you

he sure was taken aback when he saw you crying like that, he had never seen you like that and he never dealt with this type of situation but somehow he knew you needed to let everything out

he kissed the top of your head, whispering things like “everything is gonna be fine”

“i just got so stressed out, volleyball, academics, relationships... and i wanted to be the best but i couldn’t handle this much pressure and i should’ve told you how i felt but i bottled up thinking i could handle it,” you managed to say between your sobs. “ i love you too and i don’t want to loose you toshi,” he hugged you tighter after this sentence

“it’s alright love, i should’ve been here for you that’s the point of being together, it’s to lift a certain weight on each other,” he cupped your face in his big hands, wiping your tears, “no more secrets now, we’re here for each other,” you nod and he gently presses his lips against yours

“i love you, and i am here for you, please stop crying i hate to see my s/o this way especially when i suck at comforting you,” he made you chuckle

you’ve never  seen this side of ushijima, you knew he was trying his best right now, but you were glad you saw it today; it proved that he really loved you and you felt happy to have him by your side

“i love you too, toshi,” you hugged him tight and he kissed your forehead

both of you feeling relieved to know that your relationship was strong enough and you’d be able to count on each other and go through anything by each other’s side