#but please read this… it’s so funny… I’m so embarrassed by myself and the fact this was only 12 years ago 😩✋🏼

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You guys… please read this letter I found that I wrote back when I was twelve… I can’t stop laughing about the reason why I’d written it…

LMAOOO why I put bible shit in there is beyond me, but I think Adam and Eve was the extent of any biblical knowledge I had at that age and I wanted to flaunt it???? Questionable.

[xazse]

z.. your work is so good im gonna shit myself.

can i pretty please request a bunny girl reader who's just like so clingy? Always begging to cockwarm scara or suck on his fingers while he's working?

AHHSJSAHSJ I WANT TO ANNOY HIM TJLL HE POUNDS ME INTO THE TABLE 🤞🤞

SCARAMOUCHE X BUNNYGIRL!READER

Notes: I’m so happy when you guys compliment my work it drives me crazy <333 esp comments like that they’re so funny to read.

Pairings: Scaramouche x Bunnygirl!Reader

Tags: Mean Scaramouche!, Throatfucking(with his fingers), and this is def not proofread

Scaramouche sees two bouncy ears in front of his desk: that’s all he sees, his face scrunches up, this is another feeble attempt of yours to scare him and everytime it ends with him catching you in the middle of it and for some reason you still haven’t learned your lesson. He’ll satiate you this time, he hums out loud and your ears stiff and he can hear light giggles.

You finally round the side of his desk and pop up with your nails out and a half attempt at a scary face: Ridiculous. He jumps in surprise and your face lights up a million before more giggles are spilling from your mouth. he focuses back on his work, fingers scribbling away at the various papers that are near due. You filt your head inbetween the gap in his arms and pull your body to sit on his lap.

Not even 10 minutes have passed and you’re already pushing your ass against his crotch, Scaramouche prides himself in not getting worked up so easily so while you futilely bounce he’s just enjoying the view of his poor bunny trying to get off.

Of course you can’t, not without his help a couple more minutes pass of him ignoring you, you can’t tell if he’s laughing when he lets out a breath of air but even that frustrates you and you promptly stand up and walk out, and he doesn’t like that when he calls out to you: you ignore him and even slam his goddamn door?

He assumes you’re embarrassed because the next couple of days you’re avoiding him like the plague but with him returning your energy it doesn’t take long for you to be on the floor, hands leaning on his legs begging for his attention, your long floppy ears downturned in submission, attempting to show him just how sorry you are.

He can also tell by glancing in your eyes that you’re bothered, lusty eyes filled with love for him and just for him, you’re also shifting from side to side in your tight panties. Speaking of said panties they just outline your pretty cunt so good: pressing against your crevices.

He wants to see something, so he stops his writing and offers you a hand, a finger in fact, you don’t waste any time wrapping your greedy lips around it to appease him, here you are sat on the floor like a mutt: sucking on his finger. He lets you do as you want, pulling off to the tip of his finger just to pull back in to the end of his finger, not once have you broke eye contact.

Rough fingers grab your chin with no sense of softness, forcing you to look up towards the ceiling, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth just to push two towards the back of your throat over and over: little cute gags leave your mouth along with whines.

You can practically feel your clit throbbing beneath these suffocating panties, you can’t even attempt to get rid of the pains not until scaras done fucking your throat with his fingers

Finally does he prop you up on his desk, whilst ripping your panties off in the process, he delivers a slap to your cunt to find your soaked. You flinch but eventually lean into it more. He finally unbuckles his shorts and lines himself up with your hole, finding it so good the way you unconsciously suck him in, a hiss leaves his teeth just from the tightness of you alone. You take to humping along his length most likely trying to take control: and he’s having none of that, you’ve made him wait far too long.

He pushes all the way in, in one stroke, Scaramouche is moreso longer than he is thick, it’s not hard for him to already be pressing on your sweet spot, a wanton moan leaves your lips, fingers digging into his desk. He doesn’t let you adjust either, you don’t deserve that right. His thrusts are mean as his hips meet your ass, the slick sounds of your pussy tossed around the room as he uses you like a damn toy. You don’t feel your mind even register his voice as he degrades you.

“Slut, I’ve barely even started and you’re already reduced to nothing.” And nothing your really reduced to, not when he’s bouncing you on his cock.

“Cu-“ “mmmh..”

“Speak properly” he chides, his voice is wavering as he spreads your legs further, giving him an even better angle to fuck you in. He knows you want your clit played with, knows you want his skilled fingers to dance along and push you over the edge already, but he decides against this to drag your orgasm out as long as he sees fit.

[sturnlova]

First time ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F & M receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

Nathan : Red

(Word count : 900)

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Me and Chris have been best friends for over 8 years and i’ve told him every secret expect one, i’m a virgin, but i didn’t feel the need to because he can’t do anything about it. well at least i thought he couldn’t

“Exactly bruh, Y/N when your fucking someone would u let them do anal cause i personally wouldn’t” i giggled at his comment and so did everyone else but i didn’t really now what to say since i’ve never done anything romantically like sex, it’s not like people didn’t want to do it with me i just wasn’t ready. Nate went on for a while about fucking girls and his own experiences until i grabbed my phone and hoodie and hopped off the couch to go to Chris’ room and lock myself in there until i was ready to come out. I heard Matt whisper yell at Chris to go check on me and find out what’s wrong.

“Y/N let me in please, i wanna know if you’re okay, what happened Y/N/N”

“please go away Chris it’s embarrassing it doesn’t concern you anyway.”

“ I’m not going away Y/N/N cmon we’re best friends you gotta tell me ill tell you a secret if you want me to”

A minute after i unlocked the door, Chris opened it to see me with a puffy face due to the tears of embarrassment i shed. “Wanna sit and talk about it, i promise i won’t judge ” Chris moved us to the bed and laid me on his chest for we could talk about why i was crying out of nowhere.

As we laid down and made ourself as comfortable as we could i let out a sigh and a whisper into his chest “i’m a virgin at my grown age, Chris i just don’t want to do it with someone i don’t connect with, you know.” Chris just runs his fingers through my hair as i talk about how i feel embarrassed about being a virgin and why i still am one.

A uncomfortable silence forms until Chris cuts it with a knife “if you don’t wanna do this we can forget about it but do you want me to help, like platonically of course.”

“Help?”

“Yeah help.”

“You will tell me how to do it?”

“Of course Y/N no one has to know if u don’t want people to know“

He stands up and asks if i’m 100% sure, “im 101% sure Chris” He takes of his top and i take this as a queue to take mine of to, chris is there with jorts on and i’m left with shorts and my bra on which he unclasp with a bit of a struggle, but it’s fine. He leans down to kiss me softly but passionately.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top me of me. He pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked well he still has his shorts on. “Chris please can you take ur shorts off, or do something please, it feels weird being naked and ur not.” “yeah sweetheart i’ll take it off don’t worry” He takes them off as he speaks.

Sweetheart?

I have to be honest with Chris because after all we are best friend’s “what if it hurts Chris, many get a towel in case i bleed.” “It’s ok we don’t need a towel but i’ll be slow i promise and you can just tap my arm 2 times if u want me to stop, ok?” i nod my head in response. He spreads my legs open and places my ankles on his shoulders. He teases my pussy hole a bit making sure i’m stretched before anything more happens.

“Okay I’m ready Chris just go slow” he slowly adds his length to me, i hiss in response as this is a new feeling and his definitely not small “you ok? want to stop” “no no keep going” He finally adds it all to me and starts moving, i can feel his balls against my butt it’s a bit funny to me only because this is the same boy i used to force to let me practice make up on. He continues his thrust at a steady past well whispering praises in my ear.

I’m a moaning mess under him due to all the new sensations i’m feeling; his tip hits my cervix with every movement he does. Chris giggles, “what’s so funny lover boy?” “the fact you can barely talk ” “shut up” i say between my moans.

“Y/N i’m really close ok, i want you to cum all over my cock” he whimpers as he moves slower and sloppier. “Let go baby” we finish together and giggle at each other’s sweaty tired faces a couple seconds after. We lay in bed together naked in a comfortable silence.

“You did so good Y/N/N i’m so proud of you. Thank you for being comfortable with me.” he kisses my check “you want me to get ya dressed for we can go back down? Or you wanna stay here for a bit ” “Yeah can you please get me dressed before someone walks in, and also i know i don’t have to much experience but you’re good at fucking” Chris giggled and pulled out of me to add my clothes and his clothes back on.

Chris puts his clothes on then grabs me by the waist and puts my clothes on until Nate walks in our room.

“Did y’all fuck?”

“what?” i say with a tone that clearly had attitude to it.

“No we didn’t do that, she had really bad stomach pains and was crying so it might i’ve sounded like moans but it wasn’t..”

“Oh sorry than but why is she naked?”

“Nate get the fuck out”

Chris whispered in my ear “I’ll drop you off home baby” i started to blush and nodded my head and looked down.

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It’s been 4 months since Chris admitted his feelings to me after “helping me” and i couldn’t be more thankful. I now have the best boyfriend i could ever ask for, we also have an annoying but loveable Nate who saw us Post sex.

[fromkenari]

Waterloo Letters #4 (4/4): Hometown stuff

Re: Hometown stuff A agcd@eclare45.com                9/4/20 8:31 PM to Henry H, Fuck. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I’m so sorry. June and Nora send their love. Not as much love as me. Obviously. Please don’t worry about me. We’ll figure it out. It just might take time. I’ve been working on patience. I’ve picked up all kinds of things from you. God, what can I possibly write to make this better? Here: I can’t decide if your emails make me miss you more or less. Sometimes I feel like a funny-looking rock in the middle of the most beautiful clear ocean when I read the kinds of things you write to me. You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can’t believe how lucky I am to even witness it—to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate. Catholic God made me to be the person you write those things about. I’ll say five Hail Marys. Muchas gracias, Santa Maria. I can’t match you for prose, but what I can do is write you a list. AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WALES 1. The sound of your laugh when I piss you off. 2. The way you smell underneath your fancy cologne, like clean linens but somehow also fresh grass (what kind of magic is this?). 3. That thing you do where you stick out your chin to try to look tough. 4. How your hands look when you play piano. 5. All the things I understand about myself now because of you. 6. How you think Return of the Jedi is the best Star Wars (wrong) because deep down you’re a gigantic, sappy, embarrassing romantic who just wants the happily ever after. 7. Your ability to recite Keats. 8. Your ability to recite Bernadette’s “Don’t let it drag you down” monologue from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. 9. How hard you try. 10. How hard you’ve always tried. 11. How determined you are to keep trying. 12. That when your shoulders cover mine, nothing else in the entire stupid world matters. 13. The goddamn issue of Le Monde you brought back to London with you and kept and have on your nightstand (yes, I saw it). 14. The way you look when you first wake up. 15. Your shoulder-to-waist ratio. 16. Your huge, generous, ridiculous, indestructible heart. 17. Your equally huge dick. 18. The face you just made when you read that last one. 19. The way you look when you first wake up (I know I already said this, but I really, really love it). 20. The fact that you loved me all along. I keep thinking about that last one ever since you told me, and what an idiot I was. It’s so hard for me to get out of my own head sometimes, but now I’m coming back to what I said to you the night in my room when it all started, and how I brushed you off when you offered to let me go after the DNC, how I used to try to act like it was nothing sometimes. I didn’t even know what you were offering to do to yourself. God, I want to fight everyone who’s ever hurt you, but it was me too, wasn’t it? All that time. I’m so sorry. Please stay gorgeous and strong and unbelievable. I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you. I’m calling you as soon as I send this, but I know you like to have these things written down. A P.S. Richard Wagner to Eliza Wille, re: Ludwig II–1864 (Remember when you played Wagner for me? He’s an asshole, but this is something.) It is true that I have my young king who genuinely adores me. You cannot form an idea of our relations. I recall one of the dreams of my youth. I once dreamed that Shakespeare was alive: that I really saw and spoke to him: I can never forget the impression that dream made on me. Then I would have wished to see Beethoven, though he was already dead. Something of the same kind must pass in the mind of this lovable man when with me. He says he can hardly believe that he really possesses me. None can read without astonishment, without enchantment, the letters he writes to me.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 301-304). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

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[missmeasured]

Hi I’m not sure if you are accepting requests but would you have consider writing a one shot where Snape performs oral sex on a female reader thats very shy and he makes her feel confident enough to open up for him please!

Hi Anon, you are officially the first fan fiction request! How exciting! I went a little down a rabbit hole with this. In my answer both he and reader and demi sexuals who become friends and then it's very suddenly a lot more. I've left open to interpretation how they know each other exactly. Word count 3888 - a lot longer than I set out to write but what can you do?! It moves through me.

Thanks for @5everus as always for beta reading and for giggling with me until our abs hurt.

(Content Warnings: NSFW, Reader has a vagina, fingering, oral sex.)

The Centre of His Singular Attention 

Severus and I had been friends for a while, that was clear to me, but not at first. Happy acquaintanceship had slipped into friendship without my initial notice. Then one day we were talking, in spite of the fact that so frequently we would both be silent on the outside of group conversations together. It makes sense then, that the friendship had also slipped into another category without my notice. Slippery little categories. 

When he was my acquaintance I’m not sure I noticed his quietly handsome features. The way he carried himself was attractive of course, but I had never thought to think of him as available to me of all people, or to anyone. That man seemed an island unto himself. I am also prone not to notice attractiveness until I know someone deeply. Perhaps I missed the signs of something more due to my density in that regard.

At some point after we had accidentally slipped into friendship, I began to notice how funny he was. That cutting, dry sense of humour that he frequently used to defend himself was present also in friendly conversations begun about books. Somehow these conversations about books had turned into us going to the theatre. Some relationship between the contents of the first book we had talked about and the play. So we went, and that had been pleasant, and suddenly we were seeing plays together. 

These plays only seemed to create more discussions. These were not dates; they were mutual explorations of topics through different mediums. After one play we were talking so animatedly that I invited him up to my apartment for a glass of wine so we did not have to cut the dialogue short. When the bottle was long gone, slipped by like the categories of our friendship  I found his eyes fixed on me in a way I was not particularly accustomed to. 

Perhaps I can pinpoint the moment our friendship slipped. It was that one right there, when he set down his wineglass and fixed me with that determined set of his eyes. It made me feel hot all over. I tried to escape it by taking the glasses to my kitchen sink but when I turned around I found him behind me. 

Fleet of foot, he is. Sneaking in around the sides of my heart and the door of my kitchen. Merlin only knows what was said between when I turned around and when his lips met mine, because I do not remember. 

His kiss was unlike anything I had ever known to want. 

The blood turned around in my veins, seeking the very centre of me. My mind, which had been so occupied by his interesting questions and thoughts had gone suddenly blank except a repeated refrain of wanting more. 

I did not over analyse the fact that somehow, I had ended up on my kitchen counter and my legs were around him and I did not doubt myself in my own desirability because it has been so fast. We were both two glasses deep afterall. Unfortunately that fact: those two glasses of wine were the reason he cited for stopping this kiss. He apologised for being too forward, for kissing me without permission. He asked if he had overstepped. 

I was all embarrassment at my needy wanting. It was all well and good of him to come to his senses and begin to gather his coat like a gentleman, but Merlin how badly had I not wanted him to. My answers to his worries had been quiet, meek, assurances that his advances had been welcome.

As he went to leave I looked at him for several long seconds and internally screeched at myself for my lack of words. My inability to tell this man that the moment he had looked at me like that I had been instantly made his. I had gulped and run away to the kitchen, yes, but I had also known deep inside myself that I wanted him to pursue me. The escape being only temporary had confirmed the wanting, it was more than a passing glance. He wanted me more than just the wine might have incited. 

Now, I stood outside of his house with the book he had leant me in hand. I shifted anxiously foot to foot because the last time we had seen each other we had kissed and he had lifted me up onto my counter top like I weighed nothing. When he answered the door he still had those eyes he had looked at me with last time. Oh Merin. I thought. Keep your wits. 

He invited me in for tea and we discussed the book a little. I took off my coat and hat and threw them into an armchair in his living space. I had been here once before but never for any real duration. The living room was situated in such a way that it always felt like it was later than it truly was, the north facing windows and heavy bookshelves made it seem twilight when truthfully the sun shone still outside. 

He brought back a tea tray and the brown teapot was to steep away under its cosy for a few moments while we discussed the book and waited for it to be ready. It sat there on the coffee table in front of us, we both sat on the small sofa. When I tore my eyes off the teapot he smirked at me and with the tilt of his head or the twist of his lips I am not sure why, but suddenly I was talking too quickly in response to his questions about the book. He seemed amused by this and I cut myself off mid thought. Telling him not to mind, that I hadn’t been sure what I had meant. 

But clever Severus had been listening and he prompted me, telling me back all my words and stringing them into tangible thoughts, he presented them back to me as if I could somehow make those strung together thoughts into a point but I could not.

“Are you quite well? You seem awfully nervous today.”

“I am quite fine, thanks. Just. Sorry. Just-” What is wrong with my mouth?

“Just?” He prompts.

“Just.. Well I suppose I am nervous. Last time we-”

“Last time I kissed you.” He was matter of fact but the intensity in his eyes made my stomach flip.

“Yup. That.” I answer inelegantly. My face feels like it is boiling hot, am I sweating? Why is all my blood surging up to my face but not to my brain where it might help me? I do not know what to say.

“And you are nervous because you have come to tell me that you would rather I not do it again?”

“No!” Oh gods oh gods oh gods. “It’s not that at all-”

“If it is not that you have come to tell me not to, does a man dare to hope it’s the opposite?”

“...yes…” I spit out.

“Ah. My poor anxious thing. Would it make you feel more relaxed if I kissed you again now and got it over with? I would like to hear your opinions on the ending of the book at a speed that I am able to fully understand.” He teased. 

“Only if you want to…”

He placed his hand on my knee. I stared at it, his smallest fingers wrapped around to the inside of the beginning of my thigh and I felt quite sure that I had never been affected by someone’s touch in the way I was currently being affected by his. “I have no wish to make you so jittery.” He squeezed my knee reassuringly but the seconds ticked on and no kissing spontaneously began. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn't handle another second of this. I turned toward him and thank Merlin he was waiting for me. We melted together.

This time I remembered in great clarity what had transpired before the kissing, but it was how the kissing had transitioned that slipped away from me. Like the tea in that pot went from regular to strong to very bitter and eventually to undrinkable we seemed to have moved from kissing upright in sweet tender exploration to at some point being practically horizontal and there were strong notes of desire brewing. 

That same sensation that the blood was all flowing to one very specific part of me was back with a vengeance. It had not been the wine then. At some point he pulled away from me marginally. In the space between our lips we both caught our breath for a moment. “If I put my hand here on your thigh,” He sat up a bit so he could slide his hand up my tights and under my skirt  “would you think me terribly forward and moving too quickly?”

I shook my head no. I had never wanted to be touched so badly in all my life. One might say it was too soon, but truth be told we had been getting to know each other for so long, I had just never thought it was for any reason other than friendship. That hand slid all the way up my leg and one single finger brushed for a split second against my apex. I gasped a little.

“That little gasp…” he smirked.

“What about it?” I asked self consciously.

“Is that little gasp a ‘yes Severus…please keep going Severus… kind of gasp? Or is it a ‘get your hand out of my dress you brute’ kind of gasp?” He asked.

“The first one.” I breathe. His eyes are so fixed on me they make me nervous yet again.

“Oh what good news.” He began to trace feather light patterns over my thighs until I bite my lip in needing. “What about here?” He asks as he finally touches me. “Ah yet another inhale. A good one?” He asks.

I nod emphatically. He begins to touch me in a way that has little whimpers falling out of my lips. He keeps switching between dragging teasing, light, slow touches over my centre through my tights and underthings and pressing into me gently, massaging little moans out of me faster than I can handle without feeling shameful about my eagerness. I reach over toward his torso running my hands down him reach to try to return the touching.

“Ah ah. Where are these naughty hands going?”

“To touch you?”

“You’re trying to distract me. I’m trying to learn a new language. I need to learn what all these tiny little breaths and whimpers mean. My sweet shy one, I need to hear you tell me in your quiet way what feels nice. I can’t be pursuing my own pleasure when I need so much to hear you. Watch your microscopic expressions.” He leaned in to kiss me again and I tried to draw him into it but he broke off again. “May I take these off?” He asked of my tights. I nodded and I lifted my hips as his hands slid up my legs and found the top of the waistband. His fingers hooked the top of my panties too and wasn’t sure if he intended it. I open my mouth to protest but he has them now it’s too late. 

When they appear below the hem of my skirt all attached to my tights I chagrin to see how damp they are. There is a bit of glistening wetness in the middle where his fingers had coaxed the fabric into me. I wanted to curl up into the couch and die at seeing him see it. He raises his eyebrow in smug acknowledgment. His hand disappears back under my dress and he pushes my thighs slightly apart. 

His fingertips slip up to my entrance and find my arousal there, apparently my wetness is cause to tug at the corner of his mouth into a little smile. I’ve never had a man so intent on staring at my face while he does this. Most are so hurried to get to their part, this part usually doesn't last very long. 

I think he is going to push those exploring fingers inside me but they linger at my entrance. When they move, it’s not inside me but up to my clit. I’m left panting as he paints me in my own slickness. He is very thorough. I wonder if he is mapping me while not having even laid eyes on any of my intimate places yet. My dress still covers me from his view. 

He focuses on that very sensitive spot at the top of my sex and I am made to make all manner of whimpers as he tries different kinds of strokes, trying different directions, pressures. I wondered idly if he had a mental checklist he was going through. Yet it was not rudimentary or scientific, not with the way his eyes burned with excitement when I couldn’t keep my comfortable quiet. 

When he bent over and kissed my knee I panicked and grabbed him by the front of his clothes. “Don’t-”

“Kissing your knee is your limit then?” He teases.

“No- it’s just- I’m ready… I don’t need anything else to be ready for more.” Face is hot again. Panic. Panic. It’s daylight. He’ll see everything. 

“Ah she admits she wants more. What is “more” darling? I know only it’s not knee kissing. You seem quite affronted.” 

I realise now I’m still holding him by his clothes, trying to stop his mouth from travelling up my legs like I knew it would. I unclench his garments with embarrassment. You are a grown adult you could say, sex. No, he will tease you at your lack of specifics. You could ask him to fuck you. That’s awfully vulgar. Use your… oh Merlin is there a single word for his penis I can say out loud right now? “I want to do something where you are having fun too.” I eventually cobble together. 

“I’m already having fun.” He informs with a wicked smirk. The coffee table covered in forgotten tea and snacks is floated gently away from the sofa as he kneels down in front of me on the floor. I gulp. Those eyes. When he had been my acquaintance they had occasionally twinkled at me in shared understanding, as friends in a shared joke, but now they seemed capable of so much more. One glance and I find myself utterly incapable of voicing my manifold insecurities.

He pulls my legs, and I am rotated so my firmly pressed together knees are against his chest. He places his hands on them and caresses me with both thumbs. The sensation goes straight to my needy middle. “I hope you know, I am not the kind of person to press you into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.” He says it so slowly and quietly that my body seems to goosebump as a way of making me more capable of hearing him. As if each raised hair follicle was a willing ear and they reached out to listen to his voice as it washed over me. 

I wait, my breath shaking. He is examining me closely. He bends down and kisses that knee again, looks up, waits for me to freak out and grab him again. I do not. My hands are clenched into the couch cushions. 

“However…” his breath slips up my bare thigh. “I have this notion that you might be playing shy on me.”

His hand slides up and pushes my dress higher, revealing more of my pressed together legs. He moves his face up incrementally, kissing the top of my thigh again. He waits for my hands to fly out and push him away. The hand goes higher, his thumb under the fabric, his fingers above it. That thumb slides all the way up until it touches my sex and my thighs are completely uncovered. “Are you intent on playing shy on me?” He asks. His lips deposit more kisses on a path upwards. I squirm, I want, I desire, I fear. 

“I’m not playing shy. I am shy.” I respond. 

He lifts his face back up off my thighs and looks at me again. I become aware I am biting my lip.

“What if… I spread your legs open right now, so wide that I will see everything? What harm will it do?”

“I would be embarrassed. You might…”

“I might what? Not like what I see? What I taste?”

I am some combination of horrified and aroused. My nipples are hardening at the thought of his tongue. My mind is reeling at the possibility of being so bared to him. 

“That’s the general fear.” I confirm, my voice horse.

“We can assuage one of those two fears presently.” He announces before bringing his fingers to his mouth. I want to protest but I don’t even have the time, I have to watch him savour my taste, he smiles. “As to what I will see, I have already felt, and what I felt, I liked very much…”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Okay then.” I reply shakily. What else am I to say, I want him to touch me again so badly.

“Oh no, do you think I’m going to pull these knees apart and force my way in? No my sweet. Open them for me. Show me.”

I gulp. Those fingers he had put in his mouth glistened and I wanted them inside of me desperately. So very badly that I was helpless but to follow instructions. I opened my legs incrementally, watching him watch me. He was devouring my flesh with his eyes and I felt myself getting even wetter at it. I tried to stop at some reasonable amount of openness but he prompted me to pull my feet up on the sofa, near my behind. 

My thighs were as open as they possibly could be. I tried not to think about exactly what all he could see this way. Everything. I quivered while I waited for his move. At last hands on my thighs. He rubbed both of them while he looked his fill. 

“What good was it going to do? Hiding this pretty little pussy from me?” His right hand comes up and caresses me for the first time since I’ve been uncovered to him. I shudder as he draws his fingers along me. 

“I had no idea you had this kind of mouth on you.” I laugh awkwardly. His filthy tongue was kind of a surprising delight, even if it made my face feel hot.

“Shall I put it back on you?” He asked before beginning kissing his way up my thigh. Every kiss sent jolts of lighting down the path to his destination and when he finally reached my centre he kissed me just above all my sensitive parts on my mons, then looked up at me as he finally took my most sensitive spot into his mouth. 

I threw my head back in pleasure. My gasping breaths ragged and plentiful, ever multiplying as he lapped at me. The more he licked me the more I felt empty inside, the more my body pulled up against nothing. I wanted his fingers. Was he ever going to give them?

I let myself give soft little whimpers of yearning in hopes he would provide me more stimulation but he seems intent just to lavish his attention on my clit. I was worried he was going to make me ask. I felt embarrassed even thinking about being made to ask for him. 

When he suddenly answered my silent prayers I could not stop the moan that pushed out of me. “Ah she does have a voice.” My friend turned lover stopped to tease and I clenched onto his fingers in anticipation of his mouth’s return to my body. 

That moan seemed only to be the beginning. I could not stop myself from telling him in the most animalistic way what he was doing to me. Even though I was chagrined inside at each noise, the way he used the combination of his fingers and his mouth meant I was helpless to stop them. 

I whimpered as I realised that this man’s steady pace meant I was going to climax right here on his sofa. I had learned from going to see plays with him that he was fast on the uptake and never missed a detail but I had not expected him to use his powers on me so effectively.

Every breath and whimper I had let out he had catalogued and filed away and used it against me now. His tongue repeated some kind of pattern that made me clench around his fingers. His fingers. Merlin help me, we’re hitting that excellent spot inside me everytime. Two of them, stretching me out just enough that I felt like I was being fucked by something all together bigger. 

The word shy had no meaning to me as I climbed that peak. His fingers drove into me again and again and each time a new and different sound escaped me until it hit me. I did not make any embarrassing noises as I came, but my mouth was wide open in a silent scream of pleasure as he pushed me over that edge. 

My panting afterward was heavy and fragmented like I had been holding my breath. He joined me on the sofa and pulled my now limp legs over his lap, pulling my skirt down until I was almost lady-like again. One would never know I had just climaxed a moment before except my stockings and panties lay discarded on the floor still, my breathing was not calm, and I was willing to bet my hair was a mess as I had writhed around against the back of the sofa while he had done that to me.

Halfway in his lap he pulled my face over to his and gave me a soft kiss. “Do you feel less anxious now?” He asked teasingly but with sweetness in it. I could only laugh. “I am eager to know what you were trying to say about the book before all that. Do you remember?” 

“No!” I laugh, covering my face with my hands. “I can’t believe that just happened! We aren’t even dating! I’ve never done anything like that unless I’ve dated someone for months!”

“Well why don’t you pretend all our friendly excursions were dates?”

“Because they weren’t!”

“If you like you can stay for dinner. We can call it date one.” 

“Putting the cart before the horse, I think.”

“Not at all. Stay for dinner. Tell me, what other ways are you likely to act shy for me? I rather enjoy drawing you out.”

“Stop!” I covered my face again as heat rushed to it.

“Don’t start with that now or I will be taking you upstairs presently.” He smirked. He pulled the book over from the side table. “Now I believe you were trying to stammer out something about chapter three and you had better get your wits about you or I shall have to assume you require more relaxing.”

[thecasualfkfan]

As the Red,White and Royal Blue movie is released,here's an email from the book which I really really love-

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A <agcd@eclare45.com>

9/4/20 8:31 PM

to Henry

H,

Fuck.

I’m so sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I’m so sorry. June and Nora send their love. Not as much love as me. Obviously.

Please don’t worry about me. We’ll figure it out. It just might take time. I’ve been working on patience. I’ve picked up all kinds of things from you.

God, what can I possibly write to make this better?

Here: I can’t decide if your emails make me miss you more or less. Sometimes I feel like a funny-looking rock in the middle of the most beautiful clear ocean when I read the kinds of things you write to me. You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can’t believe how lucky I am to even witness it—to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate. Catholic God made me to be the person you write those things about. I’ll say five Hail Marys. Muchas gracias, Santa Maria.

I can’t match you for prose, but what I can do is write you a list.

AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WALES

1. The sound of your laugh when I piss you off.

2. The way you smell underneath your fancy cologne, like clean linens but somehow also fresh grass (what kind of magic is this?).

3. That thing you do where you stick out your chin to try to look tough.

4. How your hands look when you play piano.

5. All the things I understand about myself now because of you.

6. How you think Return of the Jedi is the best Star Wars (wrong) because deep down you’re a gigantic, sappy, embarrassing romantic who just wants the happily ever after.

7. Your ability to recite Keats.

8. Your ability to recite Bernadette’s “Don’t let it drag you down” monologue from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

9. How hard you try.

10. How hard you’ve always tried.

11. How determined you are to keep trying.

12. That when your shoulders cover mine, nothing else in the entire stupid world matters.

13. The goddamn issue of Le Monde you brought back to London with you and kept and have on your nightstand (yes, I saw it).

14. The way you look when you first wake up.

15. Your shoulder-to-waist ratio.

16. Your huge, generous, ridiculous, indestructible heart.

17. Your equally huge dick.

18. The face you just made when you read that last one.

19. The way you look when you first wake up (I know I already said this, but I really, really love it).

20. The fact that you loved me all along.

I keep thinking about that last one ever since you told me, and what an idiot I was. It’s so hard for me to get out of my own head sometimes, but now I’m coming back to what I said to you the night in my room when it all started, and how I brushed you off when you offered to let me go after the DNC, how I used to try to act like it was nothing sometimes. I didn’t even know what you were offering to do to yourself. God, I want to fight everyone who’s ever hurt you, but it was me too, wasn’t it? All that time. I’m so sorry.

Please stay gorgeous and strong and unbelievable. I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you. I’m calling you as soon as I send this, but I know you like to have these things written down.

A

P.S. Richard Wagner to Eliza Wille, re:

Ludwig II–1864 (Remember when you played Wagner for me? He’s an asshole, but this is something.)

It is true that I have my young king who genuinely adores me. You cannot form an idea of our relations. I recall one of the dreams of my youth. I once dreamed that Shakespeare was alive: that I really saw and spoke to him: I can never forget the impression that dream made on me. Then I would have wished to see Beethoven, though he was already dead. Something of the same kind must pass in the mind of this lovable man when with me. He says he can hardly believe that he really possesses me. None can read without astonishment, without enchantment, the letters he writes to me.

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- Ch 11, Red white and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston

[anzynai]

Hey! I’m so happy to see that a tkl writer is into TWST! There are barley any fics and hcs on here and I’m STARVING! If you’re taking requests can you please write some hcs for the dorm leaders? Thanks!

Housewarden Tk Headcanons (Twisted Wonderland)

HELLO!!!! my requests are closed so normally i would have to decline this ask.. but i guess it’s ur lucky day anon because i’m actually obsessed with twst and this is my first request from this fandom so… enjoy! i love all these losers so there’s gonna be a good amount of hcs in this post LOL i’ll count it when i’m finished!! HELP MEEE THERE ARE 63 HEADCANONS. um, you’re welcome i guess this took 4ever!

also it sometimes makes me laugh when i put really serious and cool photos for my headcanons and then it’s just silly little tickling but uh. yes.

Riddle Rosehearts

hello so goldfishie is at least like a 7 on the scale. his worst spots: uhhh his neck (IDK I THINK IT SUITS HIM) and his sides!!

who tickles him the most? let’s see. floyd and trey are tied. but occasionally, if duece and ace see trey tickling riddle, they’ll join in as well.

it’s kinda funny when he’s tickled bc he gets angry (even when he’s enjoying it) so he’ll be like “let go of me this instant” and be disappointed when they actually do. however, he has too much pride to admit he didn’t actually want them to stop.

though he doesn’t always like being tickled. like, floyd has a habit of just tickling people whenever he feels like it no matter the time and place, which sometimes puts riddle into incredibly awkward and embarrassing situations.

he bites his lip to conceal his laughter but it’s like a river cuz the second a giggle slips out and it will, it’s over. he’s dead, he’s dying.

u know those people who want to retaliate so so bad, but they don’t dare think of it because they KNOW that they would receive it back tenfold?? well maybe that’s a little specific so u might not know people like that BUT RIDDLE IS LIKE THAT

but bro just needs more confidence bc the times he has tickled someone, he becomes an absolutely menace. he somehow has some kind of instinct for the best spots.

he can’t really tease all that well unless he’s really in the mood cuz he gets flustered hshghshs

Leona Kingscholar

sometimes this dude is like too lazy for tickles????? so this doesn’t happen too too often (but it does)

I GIVE HIM A 6!!!! his worst spots: hips and ribs (more hips thooo)

ruggie likes to tickle him to get him to wake up basically bc this dude will not get up for ANYTHING and most people don’t tickle him besides ruggie because who would dare??? anyways, once ruggie gets to his hips, he’s gone.

IDKKK I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD GET SOOO EMBARRASSED by tickling like that’s one of the only times u will see his face bright red, though he tries to hide it like he will look anywhere but at u lol

kinda scary if he gets u back tho cuz bro has no shame. all he cares about if that u are thoroughly wrecked. (this fact does not work well in ruggie’s favor, but how else is he supposed to get leona to wake up?)

he is a bit on the tougher side when tickling but never enough to actually hurt you

and somehow he’s a deadly teaser and knows how to hit it where it hurts?? flusters???? IDK sometimes it feels like he can read ur mind and know exactly what will incite the best reactions out of u and uses that to his advantage while he’s tickling u to death

his favorite thing about tickling is honestly getting to see the reactions on his victims face LOLLLL

Azul Ashengrotto

hi azul ashengrotto is my fav ever and that’s irrevelevanf but u should know anyway also he’s an 8 tbh on the ticklishness scale. (if i had my way, it would be 11/10 but i just can’t lie to myself)

his worst spot: HIS TUMMY AND HIS SIDES??? generic, i know. he hates it, because it’s the go-to spot and so right off the bat EVERYONE who ever tickles him knows his worst spot

he lowkey hates this laugh (no he doesn’t, he’s just embarrassed) cuz he snorts and like??? this sly, cunning businessman.. don’t tell me he… snorts when tickled..? wait he’s ticklish? YES HE IS AND YES HE DOES and he is so embarrassed by it

i feel like he probably would write a contract to keep someone from revealing his secret. that would be funny.

floyd and jade know and they’re ALWAYS using it against him. it’s like their main method of annoying him cuz what better way to mess with their boss than tickling?? well, they also use it for cheer up tickles mostly when he’s feeling self-conscious.

bros the type to like.. cover his mouth to try and hide his laugh. he’s not fooling anyone, everyone can hear his concealed laughter. it’s really easy to get his hands to move anyway, because if u get his worst spots, or occasionally armpits, he will be too busy trying to pry ur hands away lol but his face gets pretty red

he’s a sweet ler tbh i feel like he gives gentle tickles and never pushes the lee too far yk? like since i imagine him being really good at reading people, he will be observing their reactions the whole time so he can tell when they’re nearing their limit

that said, he’s a pretty mean teaser. he builds it up so u think it’s not bad at first but somewhere along the lines, he manages to say the most embarrassing things with no shame. “i guess it’s fitting for someone so adorable to be so ticklish.”

he tickles floyd and jade sometimes. sometimes when he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on them by tickling them. again, never going too far tho.

he’s also the type to like gently and quickly scribble someone on their back or neck.. or poke them in the side as he’s walking by or if he’s trying to get their attention? ofc he only does this with close friends (and jamil bc my azujami heart can’t help it)

ANOTHER AZUJAMI HC BUT TICKLE HUGS AS THEY CUDDLE

Kalim Al-Asim

bros def a 9… 9.5??? SOMEHWEEE ALONG THOSE LINES. anyways, he’s very ticklish.

worst spots: def his chin and his thighs.

ALSO IDK I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE CAN TELL BUT HE DEF LOVES TICKLING. he likes being tickled, he likes to tickle, just he’s like “it’s a fun way to bond with friends”

if only jamil could agree. kalim jumps him and ambushed him with tickles. but it’s fine, because jamil absolutely wrecks him when kalim isn’t behaving or is being lazy. (why are kalim and leona so similar aka don’t wanna do shit sorry that’s mean but am i wrong)

kalim has a really loud laugh but it’s very distinct compared to his regular laugh, which is also very loud. many times, his laugh can be heard throughout the dorm and the students just sigh cuz they know what’s going on.

also i feel like kalim would be the type where after being absolutely destroyed, he’d be breathless and struggling to catch his breath and still be super energetic and all like “wow you got me good!!!”

can i say kalim sneak attacks???? like esp with jamil, but all of his friends always fear the wrath of kalim because they could be doing literally ANYTHING but he just pounces and tickles them whenever they least expect it

while most times he is pretty caring when tickling someone, there are times he gets to wrapped up in it and goes a bit overboard and someone has to stop him. afterwards, he feels super guilty so he will shower u with aftercare, hugging you and apologizing nonstop, offering snacks, you name it.

his tickles tend to be on the rougher side but not enough up hurt. it used to, but after realizing that some people don’t like it like that, he eases up a bit. since i said before that he sees tickling as a bonding activity, he wants to make sure that everyone’s having fun.

Vil Schoenheit

sorry i love vil he is so so pretty UHH BUT I THINK IM GONNA GIVE HIM A 4. idk i just can’t see him as all that ticklish.

unless….. UNLESS U GET HIS RIBS. the shrieks he lets out if u get him there are actually insane

rook is actually the most devious and feared tickle monster in all of NRC (REAL, NOT LYING) and unfortunately, vil is one of the people who suffers the most from his tickly endeavors. and sometimes it’s a bad thing and sometimes it’s a good thing.

first of all, vil isn’t all that embarrassed about being ticklish. now, that doesn’t mean he wants the whole world to know. he’s alright with being tickled or tickling someone as long as it’s in a private space.

he still blushes like a hyena tho (i don’t think that’s an actual simile but for some reason it was the first thing that popped up in my mind so it’s staying) but he will still be like “if you’re going to do it, just get it over with…” meanwhile his heart is pounding

expectantly, i mean who would have ever guessed, vil has the most graceful, beautiful, angelic, harmonic laughter anyone who’s tickled him has had the honor of hearing. it’s like a reward, not to mention the fact that sometimes it can be difficult to find spots that make him laugh. after all, most generic spots like his sides, can only incite a huff maybe?

he is like scarily good at keeping still while being tickled (the other housewardens could never). umm so any “keep your arms up” games that go on, he’s probably going to win LOL

pretty good ler but doesn’t do it too often. really only rook and epel, sometimes he thinks it’s a bit childish (even if he enjoys it)

BUT BUT BUT when he was training epel with etiquette, he would like scribble on epels back to get him to stand straight or yk just things along those lines. and for rook, he just goes crazy. (somehow he still manages to look gorgeous while doing it)

surprisingly gentle tickler, honestly it’s crazy. sometimes it feels like he isn’t even touching u with how light it is, which honestly just makes it worse because he makes u anticipating (i have no idea how to word this) yet still giggling and laughing lol

Idia Shroud

oh shit, this man. he’s so. 10.

he’s so extremely ticklish. like everywhere. except for his feet and neck. yay, the two spots people barely go for when he’s being attacked. like yeah, for the neck maybe a little scratch or scribble here and there but when he’s being wrecked, that’s not where people tend to tickle him.. how lucky.

blushy boy. his hair is red his face is red his ears are red. he wouldn’t even be as flustered if he was.. A LITTLE LESS SENSITIVE??? but when he’s laughing like a hyena (is this where i got the simile for the other one) he can’t help but feel ashamed

he loves it tho like i can tell u idia shroud loves being tickled and while he would never say it, everyone and i mean everyone knows. well, everyone who’s tickled him. i mean, he never tells them to stop. of course, it can’t go on for too long or he will start feeling uncomfortable but just the right amount will have him eating it up EVERY TIME.

bro def squeals tbh while like curling up

who’s that btw? the people who tickle him? let’s see: ortho (ofc, little bro always loves seeing his brother happy) and azul on occasion (when he’s feeling like a sore loser after a game he lost).. well this doesn’t make everyone a lot of people now taht i think about it. BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS

how could someone live being so flustered by tickling. yk those ppl in the community who struggle to say the word tickle? that’s him. idia shroud reads tickle fics!!…. okay maybe not, but he definitely blushes at the word “tickle”

he gets embarrassed tickling people back. unlike vil who rarely does because it’s “undignified”, he doesn’t it too because he’s too embarrassed. he’s never tickled azul (he wants to tho i swear) and he can’t tickle ortho because when programming ortho, he didn’t really have tickling in mind so obviously, he didn’t add anything like that in (he should tho and give ortho have a taste of his own medicine)

i feel like he would be an awkward tickler who slowly turns sadistic the more confident he gets, esp with the teasing. “hehehe, you’re a lot more ticklish than i thought. this is nice.” with a somewhat terrifying grin on his face

Malleus Draconia

i think i’d like to give him a 2 but when lilia is tickling him, it’s a 5? idk he’s not super ticklish and doesn’t get tickled often. also lilia has some kinda power that makes his ticklishness switch.. not really. he doesn’t know how it works either.

LILIA STILL LOVES TICKLING HIM THO and occasionally silver will join in if he’s not sleeping lol and sebek wouldn’t dare (even tho he wants to so so badly)

i think malleus has these super breathy buffs and giggles that are honestly so. just… damn. just wow. idk while they’re not the giggles most people would expect, it’s the kind of laugh that makes u want to keep doing it.

he lets u tickle him (as long as ur not some rando like y’all gotta be friends obv) but he doesn’t mind when lilia decides to tickle him

teases aren’t all that flustering to him either i feel like he would be the type to agree tbh. like lilia says “ur quite the ticklish boy aren’t you” and malleus is like “haha you’re right”

sweet ler, thinks it’s fun. he thinks u think it’s fun too. idk he just wants to have fun and he likes hearing people laugh and seeing them smile, but stops if they’re not enjoying it. also he is a gentle tickler.

honestly i feel like he wants to be in a tickle fight so bad but doesn’t because people are scared of him and that’s silly. idk lilia provides him with a lot of tickles and lilia lets him tickle him too if he’s feeling it, so he’s not all too down about it. he’s occasionally tickled even silver and sebek too (much to their embarrassment)

he doesn’t really tease he just smiles and it’s really cute and it makes u want to let him keep tickling u cuz he looks so happy which is just contagious and yes.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

A New Beginning #14: Adoration

Masterlist | AO3

Content: Vamprie whumpee, recovery, multiple caretakers, human caretaker, PTSD/trauma, meltdown/panic attack, [implied] self harm (for the sake of food), blood (once again, for the sake of food), fear of being alone.

I am exhausted and haven't actually proof read this or anything, but i promised myself i'd post something before i fell asleep LOL.

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It was only a few days after the gathering they’d had that Carlos heard from his new friend again. He hadn’t really thought much of it at first - Ryker was often getting calls from his employees and other important people that Carlos had never met, so it came as a surprise when the human called him into the living room and held out the phone to him with a polite smile. 

“Hey, man,” he greeted, already beginning to get out of his seat to make room for the vampire to sit down instead. “Charlie’s on the phone. Said he wanted to see how you were going. Would you like to sit down and talk to him while I get your breakfast ready?” 

Did he? What kind of question was that? 

“Yes please!” he chirped, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he took the phone from his human’s hand and sat down on the couch Ryker had just been sitting in. It was still warm, and he found himself snuggling further into the seat as he greeted the other human on the phone. “Good morning!” 

“Good morning to you, too,” Charlie spoke warmly. He still sounded a little groggy, like he hadn’t been awake for long, but Carlos could still hear the faint smile on his face regardless. “You’re sounding rather chipper. How’ve you been?” 

The vampire brought his knees to his chest and began to fiddle with the fabric of his pyjama bottoms as he talked. “I have been well, I think! I’m a little restless today, but Ryker said I just need some mental stimulation. So, he’s gonna set up some stuff for us to do later on.” Then he jumped all of a sudden, feeling as if he’d already forgotten his own manners. “Uhm- and how are you, Charlie?” 

“I’m okay, thank you for asking.” The tone in Charlie’s voice hadn’t shifted, instead remaining light and friendly, despite the fact that he clearly wasn’t all that awake just yet. “I have work today, unfortunately, hence why I’m awake so early. Though, I was actually thinking about dropping by for an hour afterwards, if that’s okay with you?”

Carlos found himself mildly confused. Why was he asking for permission from him to come and see Ryker and Adam? Were they even going to be around today? He thought he recalled the two of them informing him that they wouldn’t be around all that much this week. Had they not told Charlie?

“Uhm…” The vampire didn’t even really know how to answer. “Y-yes?”

Thankfully for him, Charlie seemed to catch on to his confusion pretty quickly. “You sound a little unsure? What’s on your mind?”

“...I guess I don’t really understand why you’re asking for my permission to come visit Adam and Ryker?”

He blinked cluelessly at the sound of Charlie’s light laugh. He didn’t think he’d said anything funny. Did Charlie not realise he was being serious? Though his cheeks flushed red at the embarrassment of being laughed at, he chose not to say anything else.

“You sweet thing. I meant I wanted to come see you. They’re both out this afternoon anyway, aren’t they? I think Ryker said their work schedules are pretty similar this week.”

Oh. It made sense now. However… it also didn’t. 

“You- you want to see me?” the vampire tilted his head. His fingers clutched the phone a little tighter as his heartbeat picked up a bit. This was so exciting. “Really? I- I’m not very good at talking to other people. People, uhm… they scare me.” 

“They scare me, too, buddy. You’re all good. Look, we can give it a miss today if you want? I’m happy to wait until a time where you’re feeling more comfy or one of the guys is around. I totally get it.” 

Carlos could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment. 

“No!” he practically cried, leaning forward in his seat as if it could possibly make his point any clearer. He had a death grip on the phone pressed to his ear while his other shaking hand dug Its nails into the leather that made up the couch. “N-no, please, I’ve only ever had two friends in my life. I love them so- so much b-but I don’t wanna be alone anymore. I want friends s-so much. Please come over? Please? I can make some human food for you if you’d like! I swear, I’ll do whatever you want!”

He knew he was being downright pathetic. He knew there was a good chance he was actively scaring his potential new friend away with his intensity, and yet he would have thrown himself onto his knees and begged like that if he were in front of him in that moment. 

Having heard his frantic voice, Ryker was by his side in an instant; resting a hand on his knee while the other arm held a paper towel to the cut on his arm. He’d clearly been in the middle of draining Carlos’ morning breakfast into a cup, and that only made Carlos feel all the worse. 

What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? Those same two questions repeated in his head over and over again.

“Carlos, you’re all good, man. It was just a suggestion,” Charlie was quick to reassure him. Nonetheless, Carlos could still feel the weight of his own panic creeping up on him, threatening to slowly push him into suffocation as if something was holding him against the wall by his throat. “It’s okay. I’ll come visit you this afternoon, then, yeah? Just like I suggested before. No one’s leaving y’alone.”

“I’m so-orry,” the vampire quietly hiccupped into his sleeve. “I’m sorry… I’m…” Behaving like a fucking toddler? Yeah, you are. 

He silently scowled at the voice in his head. It was so loud and so mean. Why couldn’t it just be nice to him? Why did it have to point out all his flaws and mock him as if he didn’t already know they were there? He was trying so hard to like himself just that little bit more. It was so hard…

Ryker squeezed his leg, seemingly trying to draw his attention away from whatever was bothering him. The vampire immediately glanced down at him distractedly, still holding onto the phone so tight his hands were shaking. 

“Sir?” he quietly whimpered. “I’m… I need… need…” He didn’t know what he needed. Didn’t know how to put how he was feeling into words because he’d never had to think about it before. Feelings didn’t matter. Hell, he hardly mattered. 

He guessed it was different now, wasn’t it? 

“I- I di’nt mean t’pressure you,” the vampire whispered in between more hiccups. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I told you I can’t speak to people…”

He was so grateful that Charlie had stayed on the line with him all throughout his little meltdown. Hearing his voice, knowing that he was still there only caused him to cry even more. 

“No, no, you’re doing good, man. I’ve been there before, yeah? I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve struggled to find the right words or lost friends because I’ve said insensitive things without realising. Though, I’ve learnt that the more you do it, the easier it gets. So, what if we practiced together this afternoon?” 

“You- you still wanna come over?” The vampire nearly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He glanced down at Ryker who was still kneeling by his legs, and the human gave him a comforting smile that silently assured him it was real. “You’ll be my friend?” 

There was another laugh. “Any friend of Adam and Ryker’s is a friend of mine. Look, I gotta finish my coffee and get ready for work but I’ll message Ryker with a time and you can expect to see me then, alright?” 

Carlos sheepishly wiped at his wet eyes, accidentally pricking his bottom lip with his fang as he bit it. “You mean it? You’ll really come?”

“Yeah, man. I promise. See you then?”

“O-okay.” Carlos nodded, somewhat more confidently this time. “Yeah. I will- uhm, see you then?” 

Ryker grinned the moment Carlos had hung up the phone. He took the phone from him and placed it down on the floor before taking his hand into both his own to squeeze it reassuringly. 

“You did it!” he exclaimed, the loud sound of his excited voice causing Carlos to jump a little. “I’m so proud of you for persisting!” 

“Tha-ank you?” He couldn’t tell if the human was being sarcastic or not. “I… I embarrassed myself, didn’t I, sir? I didn’t mean to…” 

Reaching up, Ryker affectionately ruffled the vampire’s growing hair with a smile. “Not at all. You’re doing well. I know Charlie very well - he’s one of my oldest friends, and there’s no one I’d trust more with someone I love than him.” 

That caused Carlos to look up from his lap. The wording was not lost on him, however clueless he usually found himself being. A small smile curved on his lips despite the wetness in his eyes, and he leaned forward to press his forehead to Ryker’s for just a moment; savouring the closeness between them before Ryker had to leave again. It was the only way he knew how to express his gratitude for him in that moment. Words were hard and he just did not have the strength to speak them anymore. 

He could only hope that Ryker understood the meaning behind his simple gesture. Otherwise, he’d be sure to find the words for it later. 

He needed Ryker to know how much he loved him, too. 

-

Carlos spent the entire day watching the clock on the wall and cleaning vigorously before his friend arrived. He’d made what Ryker had said earlier in the morning were his favourite sweets - cookies, cupcakes and a few store bought foods as well. Adam was even kind enough to do his makeup again and help him pick out an outfit for what must have been his very first visit from a friend ever. His friend, no less. Someone who was here for him, not his owners or the people around him. He wanted everything to be perfect. Wanted to prove that he could be a good friend to people, not just some dumb pet for them to take their anger out on.

He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

When Charlie finally arrived at the designated time - right on time, might Carlos add - he had to let himself in, given the sun was looming right outside, threatening to attack the vampire if he so much as stepped an inch into the light. 

However, the second he had closed the front door, Carlos was already by Its side with his plate of cupcakes in his hand and a warm, excited smile on his face. “Thank you so much for coming,” he chirped as he held out said plate towards the human. “I made- uhm, your favourite cupcakes! Ryker gave me the recipe and helped me find all the ingredients for it. I hope you like them!” 

“He did, did he?” the human grinned as it slipped off Its shoes and placed Its bag down by the shoe rack. It leaned over to examine them before carefully taking one off the plate to bite into. “Boy knows me so well. These are excellent, Carlos.”

Carlos couldn’t help but feel amused at the way he spoke with his mouth stuffed with food. It reminded him so much of Adam. 

“Thank you! I worked very hard on them. Uhm, would you like to sit?” he asked, motioning to the living room where all the furniture was. “It’s just you and me this time, so… so you don’t have to sit on the floor. If- if you don’t want to, of course. Sir- I mean, Ryker said you might prefer the floor over the couch? I do sometimes, too.” 

The human shrugged. “The floor feels less formal, but I’m happy wherever. You’re looking wonderful today, might I add. Did Adam do your makeup for you?” 

“He did!” Carlos nodded, desperately trying to ignore the furious blush on his face as he plonked himself down on the couch and pulled his knees up to his chest for Charlie to sit down as well. As he did so, the human took another cupcake off the plate and began to eat that one, too. He likes them, Carlos realised with a giddy smile. “He purchased a practice makeup kit for me to use when he’s not around, but I’m not very good at it yet. I aim to get better, though.” 

“It’s a fun thing to learn. Can’t say I’m all that into it myself, but I see what It’s done for Adam. He loves it.”

It got Carlos wondering. “Well, what sort of things are you into, then? You said we could, uhm… pr-practice talking? So… is that a good start? You didn’t tell me all that much about yourself at the gathering…”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t, did I?” Charlie offered him another smile as he shifted himself into the same position Carlos was in, but on the opposite side of the couch so they were facing each other. “Like I said, I suck at talking to people, too. I’m awkward and blunt and suck at reading body language and social cues. A lot of people don’t really like that. So… I tend to keep my distance. Keeps me safer, y’know?” 

Yes. Carlos knew exactly what it was talking about. 

“So… It’s not a vampire thing?” he asked quietly with a small tilt to his head. “That happens to me a lot, but I always thought I was just not smart enough to understand them, or- or that’s just how they treated vampires. Humans treat other humans that way as well?” 

He was saddened to see the human nod. “Unfortunately so.”

“That’s so sad.” 

Charlie shrugged. “I guess so. I have my little group of people who love and understand me regardless, so I don’t concern myself all that much with what the rest of the world thinks of me.” 

Carlos admired that. He cared far too much about what everyone else, particularly humans, thought of him. It was ingrained into his brain that his purpose was to please them, therefore he had to care, right? If there was one thing all the humans he’d lived with agreed on, it was that. 

“—but hey, fuck the rest of the world, right? Let’s talk about me.”

It surprised the vampire to hear himself laugh at the human’s rather vulgar language. 

“Yes!” he agreed, and the both of them eagerly leaned forward with their arms still tucked in their laps as if they were two gossiping school children. “Tell me everything there is to know.”

-

It turns out, the two had a lot more in common with each other than they thought. Charlie happened to be right into his digital art - something Carlos had no idea even existed until then - along with cooking and movies. He also mentioned that he loved the dark - that there was something calming and peaceful about it in a way that the day just couldn’t bring. He said that he often went on night walks along the beach when he couldn’t sleep, or relaxed under the stars in his backyard with a picnic blanket beneath him. 

It all sounded infatuatingly wonderful to Carlos. He didn’t feel safe enough to go outside anymore. Not without another person there to keep him company, but the idea of it made him more than a little giddy. He hoped there would come a time where he could enjoy the stars and the dark again, just like he had as a child. 

The human also came to mention that he was a collector of sorts, too. He had a collection of rocks and leaves he found fascinating sitting on his coffee table for people to admire when they came over, along with the more “common” stuff, like Pokemon cards and little figurines. He’d apparently been collecting for years - ever since he was a child, and had plenty to show for it. 

Within just a few hours, Carlos had grown to adore this human so much it hurt. It was living, breathing proof that there were other people just like Carlos. That he wasn’t alone, even if many people had tried to convince him otherwise. 

—and as the human prepared to leave again rather late in the afternoon, Carlos hugged him tighter than he ever thought he’d be able to grip someone, fingers digging into his back and his head buried against Charlie’s shoulder. He was grateful that it didn’t seem to mind, and instead held him just as tight. 

“Please come back sometime,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut out of sheer desperation. “Please. You’re… you’re like me. I like you so much!” 

There was, once again, a laugh as Charlie stood with him in the doorway. He could hear and feel Adam and Ryker’s presence behind him, presumably moving things around and giving the place a quick clean after their day at work, but he didn’t care. Not right now.

 “I like you so much, too! I’ll be back very soon, man. Promise.”

Carlos couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he hid it against the human's shoulder even more.

It was official. 

After ninety years of living on this god forsaken earth, Carlos Emrick had finally made a friend outside of Ryker and Adam.

He cried out of pure joy as he told his humans about his day that evening. It was easily on his list of best days ever, right underneath the day he met Ryker and the night he finally got to move in with him.

-

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[wonder-queen-123]

Kirishima x Abused Self Harmed Suicidal Reader

Y/n’s home life wasn’t the best; having an uncontrollable mind reading quirk, and being extremely flexible like rubber…her family constantly told her that she couldn’t be a hero, especially considering the fact her mind reading quirk was pretty useless.

She’s been verbally, and physically abused by her parents. UA High was her dream school, so when she arrived for the entrance exam, she was nervous she wouldn’t get accepted.

During the exam, Y/n had seen a lot of students who seemed to have great potential, which made her start to doubt herself.

For the ball throw her score was 707.35 (in other words, further than Bakugou and Deku; also, Bakugou was even more mad than he was when he saw Deku’s)

By the end of the exam, Y/n was placed 6th or 7th.

Of course, no one knew about her home life, and she was planning on keeping it that way for as long as she could. Even though her parent’s words kept echoing in her mind, she completed the exam all while maintaining a smile.

After the exam ended, she was standing to the side, hands in her pockets, like Bakugou, and waited for Aizawa to say something.

However, she couldn’t hear him when he started talking, because her quirk was acting up again.

Damn extras. How the hell did Deku and Miss Flexible both throw the ball farther than me? I can understand Miss Infinity, but what about the other two?

Kaachan is not happy with me throwing the ball farther than him, I already know. Also, I still need to thank the girl who caught me earlier.

Who’s that girl over there, and why is she just standing by herself? She’s kinda cute; maybe I should go talk to her. Huh? Why’d she turn her head to the side? Now I can’t see her face. Wait, aw man, that makes me sound like I’m being a creep! That’s the opposite of what I want.

Would you all just quiet your own thoughts, please? It’s bad enough that I still have my parents’ words constantly playing my mind, I don’t need this on top of that!

Y/n started hitting herself on the head, trying to quiet her mind. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut the hell up!

“Is everything alright over there, miss Garcia? If so, please pay attention.” “Yes, Sensei.” She said, as she bowed her head apologetically.

So that’s her name. Garcia. Man, I really want to go talk to her, but I don’t want to come off as weird. Ugh, what do I do? Think Eijiro. What would be the manly thing to do?

Eijiro, huh? That’s a cool name, and I would love to be his friend. He seems like a good guy.

“Kirishima, I couldn’t help but notice that you were staring at someone. It’s that girl over there, isn’t it? I think Aizawa said her name was Garcia. Go talk to her.”

“Mina! I can’t do that! I don’t want to make a fool of myself. Besides, what am I even supposed to- hey, Mina! You can’t just-“ Kirishima was now standing in front of Y/n, and Mina was behind him snickering.

“H-hey there.” Kiri stammered, getting her attention. “Your name’s Garcia, right? I’m Eijiro Kirishima. It’s nice to meet you.” Why would you stutter in front of her? Idiot.

“Nice to meet you, Kirishima. I’m Y/n. And who’s the girl behind you?” “Oh, that’s just Mina. She pushed me over here before I could stop her.” Kiri laughed nervously, and Y/n thought he was cute.

After a few minutes, Kirishima and Mina walked back over to the others, and Kiri’s face was red with embarrassment. “Great going, Mina.” He said, looking to the side.

The next day, while everyone was heading to class, Mina wouldn’t stop teasing Kirishima about the day before. “Your face was so red, it could’ve matched your hair, had you got any more embarrassed.” “Shut up, Mina. It’s not funny. I like her. I do, but that doesn’t mean you have to tease me about it.”

Mina looked at him, and threw her arms in front of her. “But Kiri, you can’t blame me. I mean, come on!” Y/n quickly brushed past the two of them, and went to class, and took her seat, which was right between Denki and Kiri.

She held her stomach, and wondered why her parents hated her, and treated her the way they did. Just before coming to school, she had looked in the mirror, and saw that her stomach was already bruised.

Once Todoroki walked in, he took one look at her, and asked her what happened. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m fine, it’s just a little stomach ache. That’s all.”

Without meaning to, Sero bumped into Todoroki, which made him bump into Y/n a little bit. “Sorry about that Todoroki. My bad.”

“You’re fine, Sero. Are you okay, Y/n? Sorry if I hurt you at all.” She held up her left hand, and waved it, indicating to Todoroki that she was fine.

It was only when Kirishima and Mina walked in, that Todoroki noticed her shirt had dipped in a little bit. “Hey, Garcia, how are you today? And why were you in such a rush to get to class?”

“Sorry Kirishima. I didn’t mean to bump into you or Mina. And I’m doing fine. How about you?” Y/n strained, hands still on her stomach. “And call me Y/n.”

“Hey, are you alright? What’s going on? What happened?” Kirishima asked, now noticing Y/n had her hands on her stomach. “I tried asking her the same thing, Kirishima, but she just told me to not worry about it.”

She doesn’t look like nothing is wrong. It’s clearly something. I wonder what happened. Also, I noticed that she was holding her stomach on the way into class as well. I hope everything’s alright.

As Kirishima, and the rest of the class took their seats, Y/n put her head down on her desk, and did her best to block everyone out, and not pay attention to what they were thinking.

Once class finally started, Y/n picked her head up, and tried to pay attention to Aizawa’s lesson.

Mina passed a note to Y/n, and asked if she was alright. She gave a thumbs up, and tried to forget about the pain.

“You good for nothing, dumbass kid! Can’t you do anything right in your life?! All you’re good for is just being lazy! You’ll never be a hero, especially not with a quirk like yours, or even amount to anything in life! You’d be better working at a fucking club, fucking Whore!”

Y/n put her head down on her desk, and began silently crying to herself.

Why do my parents always treat me like shit? I’ve done absolutely nothing to them! So why?!

Mina, Tsu, and Kirishima all noticed Y/n shaking a little bit, but didn’t realize that she was crying. Sero shot a string of tape in her direction, to which it landed by her feet. She looked down, then up and at Sero.

Mina, Sero obviously, Tsu, and Jiro now realized that she was crying. “Y/n, what’s wrong? What happened?” Mina asked, hugging her.

She wordlessly got up from her seat, and left the classroom. Her parents hurtful words echoed in her mind, and she wanted her mind to stop racing with every thought she heard running down the hallways of UA.

She soon found herself at the stairs that led to the roof of the school, and walked up, her misty teary eyes making it hard to see where she was going. She pushed the door open, and closed it behind her.

She walked around for a few minutes, and then walked over to the edge. She was crying so much, that she felt like she could barely breathe, and it hurt her stomach the more deep breaths she took.

She held on to the railing, and climbed over, and was about to let go. She took a deep breath, and began crying even harder. She let go of the railing with one hand, and reached out in front of her.

“Is this what you want from me? Is it?! Tell me! You think I don’t know your true feelings about me?! I know! I fucking know it all! You don’t love me; you never did! I tried to be the best person I could be, and it still wasn’t enough! No, maybe I’m just NOT ENOUGH, is that it?!” Y/n screamed as she continued crying.

She crouched down, and had her knees to her chest. She continued crying, and was about to let go, but stopped. She stood up just enough, and crawled through one of the gaps in the railing. She wiped her tears as she went back inside, and sighed deeply.

She went back to Aizawa’s classroom, and grabbed her things, and left again. She took her phone out of her bag, and put it in her pocket, then threw her backpack down the hallway, and watched as it slid, before stopping.

She picked up one of her notebooks, and threw it in the same direction as her backpack. She then walked off, holding her stomach once more.

She went by the nurses office, and asked Recovery Girl for some ice. “Do you want me to heal you instead? That is my job, after all.” Y/n nodded, and waited for Recovery Girl to heal her.

“Take care of yourself, dear. Don’t end up like that classmate of yours. I’m talking about Midoriya.”

Y/n nodded again, and thanked Recovery Girl. Once back in the main area of the school, Y/n was about to pick up her stuff that got scattered across the floor, but to her surprise, someone had already picked it up for her.

“Hey there! Name’s Hatsume. Is this stuff yours?” “Yeah, it is. Thank you.” Y/n said politely, while smiling. “By the way, Hatsume, the name’s Y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I probably should’ve said that first, but oh well.”

After getting her stuff from Mei, Y/n walked to the front of UA, and sat outside and put her earbuds in, and began listening to her favorite playlist.

She was quietly singing to herself, when she heard someone coming. She looked up, and noticed that it was Kirishima.

Why is she by herself again? This is the second time I’ve seen her by herself. And she’s not holding her stomach anymore. I wonder if she’s feeling better, or if she went to Recovery Girl, or possibly both. Also, wait a minute. She’s not smiling this time.

As Kirishima walked over, Y/n took her earbuds out, and called out to him. “Hey Y/n. Mind if I sit with you?” He asked, standing in front of her. “Not at all. Take a seat.”

He’s really cute. I wonder what his quirk is. And everyone else’s.

“Why are you sitting here all alone? And why’d you leave the classroom like that?” She shook her head, and said that she didn’t want to talk about it. Kiri then pointed to her phone, and asked what she was listening to.

“How I Feel. By Eli. He’s one of my favorite artists.” Kiri nodded, and asked what her quirk was. She laughed softly, and said that she was just about to ask him the same question.

“Let’s say it at the same time. Ready?” Kiri asked, his iconic smile ever so present. “3…2…1 go! Hardening.”

“You have hardening? That’s so cool! I wish I had a cool quirk like that! I’m kinda jealous.” Kiri looked to the side, as he blushed nervously.

“I thought we were going to say our quirks at the same time. What happened to that?” He said quietly to himself.

Before Y/n could answer, she got a text from her mom. ’Hey Rotten Child, are you going to drop out of that school any time soon? If not, well, you better only show up here on occasion. I’m not having someone who wants to be a hero with such a useless quirk stay at my house permanently.’

She sighed quietly, as a single tear rolled down her face. Kirishima almost didn’t notice, but he saw her wipe her eyes. “Hey, are- are you crying? What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.

She was just about to answer when she accidentally read his mind again. She always looks so sad. I wonder why. I can tell she tries her best to not show it, and always has a smile on her face, but I’ve noticed some of those smiles seemed like they were forced. I wonder why that is.

“Kirishima,” she said, looking at him. “Why do you want to be a hero? Who are you hoping to save?” This took the redhead by surprise.

He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well, um, everyone. I want to help as many people as I can, and I want people to know that as long as they’ve got someone manly to protect them, then they shouldn’t worry. I want to become a hero that everyone looks up to, kinda like All Might.”

She nodded, and said that was a good answer. “What about you? Why do you want to be a hero?” Honestly, I just want to help people avoid situations like mine. I hate how my life is, and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be in this position.

“Well, I want to help people as well. I want to be someone everyone can look up to, and come to whenever they need to.” As they were talking, neither of them heard or saw Bakugo or Deku coming.

“Deku, you idiot! Of course not! Where’d you hear that from?!” “Oh, uh, Mina and Uraraka told me.”

Kirishima waved Bakugo and Deku over, and asked what they were talking about. “It’s nothing, Shitty Hair. Don’t worry about it.” Bakugo said, walking over. The stupid nerd thinks I have a thing for someone in class. He says that he heard it from RoundFace and Raccoon Eyes. Like hell I do!

Raccoon Eyes? RoundFace? Who are they? And why did he just call Kirishima ‘Shitty Hair’, when their hair is almost the exact same? What’s going on, and why’s he so angry?

“Oi, Miss No Talk, what’s the deal with you? Why are you sitting out here with Dumb Hair? I would ask why the two of you aren’t in class with the other extras, but there’d be no point, because class is already over.”

’Miss No Talk’?! And Dumb Hair?! I thought he just said ‘Shitty Hair’. And Deku? I thought his name was Midoriya. So…then what’s Blondie’s name?

Y/n tapped Kiri on the shoulder, and asked him about all these names. “Oh, these are just our nicknames Bakubro calls us. He’s been calling Midoriya ‘Deku’ ever since they were kids.”

Kirishima then explained all of the nicknames Bakugo had for his classmates, and also told Y/n what everyone’s quirks were.

“Oh, ok. So Mina’s nickname is Raccoon Eyes, because of how her eyes are; Kaminari is called DunceFace, because if he overuses his quirk, he becomes dumb. The dual colored hair boy’s nickname is IcyHot/Half ‘N Half, because he’s got fire and ice.”

As Y/n continued on, she asked Kirishima why Bakugo referred to him as either Shitty or Dumb Hair, when their hair is very similar.

“Your guess is as good as mine, honestly.” “Later extras. I’m out of here.” Bakugo said, as he started walking away.

“Quit calling me Miss No Talk, and our classmates extras! I have a name you know! It’s Y/n Garcia! And call everyone else by their real names, not these stupid nicknames!” Bakugo stopped in his tracks, and turned around.

Y/n, Kirishima, and Deku all saw fire in Bakugo’s eyes, and knew he was mad. Kirishima and Deku were nervous, because they had never heard or seen anyone even try to stand up to Bakugo’s bullying. Especially Deku.

Y/n stood up, and dusted herself off, before walking forward. Bakugo was marching back to the three of them, and while Deku and Kirishima both had a nervous expression on their faces, Y/n was calm.

It was an uneasy calmness, to the point where it nearly sent chills down the boy’s spines, the closer Bakugo got, and how Y/n’s facial expression didn’t change. “I don’t know what your quirk is, stupid nerd, but I do know that I’ve got a fireball with your name on it!” Bakugo growled threateningly.

Y/n put her hands behind her head, {Killua’s thing} and slowly and calmly started approaching the ash blonde. All it took was for Y/n to say two words before he released an explosion in her direction. “Try me.”

Kirishima and Deku looked at each other, and nodded, as they started backing away from the two in front of them. “Kiri, can you move my things out of the way? I don’t want any of it getting destroyed. Also, catch.” Y/n said, as she took her phone out of her pocket, and threw it towards the redhead.

She waited for Bakugo’s explosion, and managed to dodge it just in time. He sent explosion after explosion at her, but she dodged every single one. “Is that all you’ve got, Blondie?” This infuriated him, to the point where his eyes went completely blank.

“Stay fucking still, you damn idiot! Let me hit you!” Aizawa had just walked outside, when he heard Bakugo growl. “Katsuki Bakugo.” Aizawa began, staring at him. “Did I hear that right? You were trying to hit miss Garcia?”

The two teens froze in surprise. “What?” Bakugo hissed. “No! I mean, I was, but Miss Flexible started it!” “Kaachan, quit calling me Miss Flexible, and Miss No Talk! Those aren’t my names!”

Why does he have to say that I started this?! All I did was tell him to quit with the stupid nicknames, and to call everyone by their actual names.

Aizawa looked at the other two, and asked Kirishima what happened. He explained the situation, and thought he saw daggers in his teacher’s eyes.

“Garcia, you and Bakugo follow me. I’m taking you back to my classroom, because I want to talk to you about something, but first, the three of us are stopping by Nezu’s office.”

Aizawa said as he began walking away, dragging the ash blonde with him. He stopped for a moment, and turned to face Deku and Kirishima. “You two, I don’t know if Bakugo told you, but class is already over. So, the two of you can head on home.”

They looked at each other, and nodded. Kirishima turned around towards the tree, and grabbed Y/n’s things, and called out to his teacher. “Mr. Aizawa, all of this stuff is Y/n’s, should I bring it inside and leave it in your classroom?” Aizawa nodded in response, and told Kirishima to stay in the classroom until he and Y/n got there.

He nodded, and waved Deku off, before heading back inside the school. “Bakugo, you are in a lot of trouble. Once we get to Nezu’s office, I’m leaving you in his hands, and I’m telling him to call your parents and let them know what just happened.”

Seriously? My Old Hag is going to know about this? Dammit. And also, why isn’t Miss Flexible getting into trouble? She’s the one who fucking started this!

Oh my god. Say it was my fault one more fucking time, Pomeranian! Say it again, I dare you!

As the three of them made it to Nezu’s office, Aizawa said that he was leaving one of his students with him.

“Is it the Troublemaker? If so, I’m not even surprised. Leave him with me, Aizawa. I’ll take care of him.” Nezu said, as he opened the door to his office.

“Thank you, Principal. I’m taking Y/n back to my classroom to talk with her, so while this one is staying with you, make sure to call his parents and let them know, that he’s already on the brink of suspension.” Aizawa said, as he released Bakugo from his capture scarf.

As Aizawa and Y/n were walking towards his classroom, he noticed that she was looking at the ground the whole way. “Is everything alright, miss Garcia?” He asked, tapping her shoulder. She flinched a little bit, but it wasn’t that noticeable.

“S-sorry Sensei. A-and yeah, everything is just fine.” She stammered. “Just…thinking.”

“About?” That got her attention. She slowly looked up, and shook her head, while saying “Nothing of importance.”

This concerned Aizawa, because he had a feeling that something was wrong, but didn’t want to push his luck. Once they got back to the classroom, Y/n saw Kirishima with Mina.

Aizawa and Y/n walked in, and over to them. “Kirishima, Ashido.” Aizawa began, looking between them. “Before I start talking to Y/n, do either of you know anything about her? Specifically, have you noticed any strange behavior coming from her or anything like that the last few days?”

Both teens thought for a moment. “Oh, this morning she walked right past me and Mina.” Kirishima began, looking at Mina, then back at his teacher.

“She bumped into me, and then walked into class. When me and Mina walked in, I noticed Todoroki was by her desk, and was talking to her. She apologized to me, and said that she didn’t mean to bump into me. And right after she said that, I noticed she was holding her stomach. She was holding her stomach just before she bumped into me as well. Me and Todoroki tried asking her what happened and if she was alright, but she didn’t say anything.”

Mina continued. “Once you started class, I passed a note to her, asking her if she was alright, and then a few minutes later, I noticed her look in Sero’s direction, and that’s when me, Sero, Tsu, and Jiro noticed that she was crying. After that, I hugged her and asked her what was wrong and what happened. After I hugged her, she pulled away, and ran out of the classroom in tears.”

Aizawa asked what happened after that. “Well, after she left, I didn’t see her again until I went to the front of the school, and saw her sitting outside under a tree. When I approached her, I noticed that she wasn’t holding her stomach anymore, but I also noticed that she wasn’t smiling either.”

Aizawa then turned to Y/n, and asked what she was doing from the moment when she left the classroom, to the moment Kirishima saw her sitting under a tree.

“I was walking around for a bit. I stopped by Recovery Girls office, and she gave me some medicine for my stomach. Once I left her office, I continued walking around for a little while, then decided to go sit outside, and clear my head.” Y/n said, only telling part of the truth.

“Miss Garcia, is that all that happened?” She nodded, and said that there was nothing more to say. “So, I take it that we saw your twin come get your things from the classroom; along with said twin meet Mei Hatsume from the support course?”

“What is this about, Mr. Aizawa?” Y/n asked, looking at her teacher, annoyed. “I’m not saying any names, but at least one of your classmates said something about you that concerns me. I’m not saying what they said either, but I will say this: if you need to talk to me about anything, I’m here. And so are your classmates. We’re all here for you, so you can reach out and talk to us if something’s going on.”

Y/n went silent for a moment, trying to think of who would’ve said something, and what was said.

Nobody knows about my quirk, or my home life, so who said something and what did they even say? Well, whoever it was, it’s none of their business to know. I mean, Kirishima, Mina, and Todoroki all know my stomach was hurting earlier, but it’s not like they know what it’s from or anything.

As Y/n was lost in thought, she didn’t realize that her quirk was was acting up again. I want to help her, and I know the rest of our classmates do as well, but we can’t help her if she doesn’t tell us anything. It’s almost as if she’s pushing us all away, and we can’t do anything about it.

That’s when Y/n thought of something. Could Hatsume have said something? I doubt it, because Mr. Aizawa said one of my classmates, and she’s from the Support Course. Also, nobody knows about the attempt I made earlier. I made sure the coast was clear, and I even closed the door behind me. Did someone follow me, and decide to just watch as I was holding onto the railing with one hand? If so, who would do that?

As Aizawa was waiting for an answer, Y/n remembered that she had tossed her phone to Kirishima before Bakugo sent an explosion towards her. “Hey, Kiri, do you still have my phone?” She asked, turning to look at the redhead.

Kirishima nodded, and gave the phone back to her. “Miss Garcia, I’m still waiting for an answer.” Mr. Aizawa said, looking at her impatiently. “Okay, so I left that part out.” She said finally. “So what? It’s not a big deal! Besides, it’s not even important that I met Hatsume. After walking around for a bit, I came back to your classroom, and got my stuff. Then I continued walking around, for a few minutes. Then I went to Recovery Girl’s office and got the medicine for my stomach. After I left, that’s when I met Hatsume.” Y/n huffed annoyedly.

“Kirishima, Ashido.” Aizawa said, looking at the two teens. They both nodded, and left the classroom. “Y/n, is there something you’re not telling me?” Aizawa asked softly, pulling up a chair, and sitting down in front of her.

“No! I’ve already told you everything that happened! Can I go now? There’s nothing left to talk about!” Aizawa could tell Y/n was becoming more irritated by the second, but at the same time, he wanted to know what was going on with her.

“Whore!” “Slut!” “Good for nothing!”

I know something is obviously bothering her, but I just wish she’d tell me, so I can help her.

Without thinking, Y/n yelled “Shut the hell up! Be quiet!” which took her teacher by surprise. He looked at her in confusion, and noticed she was hitting her head again. He tried pulling her hands away, but she persisted.

After a few seconds, Y/n yelled in her teacher’s face, and stormed out of the classroom. Mina and Kirishima were walking down the hall, when Y/n ran past them, and started wiping away her tears.

Both of her classmates just watched, as she ran down the halls so fast, they both thought they felt a gust of wind go by.

“Damn this fucking school! And damn everyone in it! Except for Kirishima and The Alien!” Y/n’s voice reverberated through the school. Aizawa ran out of his classroom, after hearing the echoing voice of Y/n. He saw Kirishima and Mina standing in the middle of the hallway in a daze.

“What….just happened?” Mina questioned, looking up at her redheaded friend. “I…have….no idea.” Kirishima replied, looking down at Mina. “Are the two of you alright?” Aizawa asked, as he walked over to them.

They both turned around, and nodded slowly. “What happened, Mr. Aizawa? Why did she just start screaming like Bakugo?”

“Kirishima, for now this stays between us three. If Y/n’s not in a better mood tomorrow, then I’m afraid she might get put on suspension. One more outburst like this, and we probably won’t be seeing her for at least a week.”

Once Y/n got home, she didn’t bother listening to what her parents had to say, so she just ran upstairs, and slammed her door closed. “Y/n Jane Garcia!” Her father bellowed. “Don’t you ever slam doors in this house again, young lady! Do you understand me?”

“Shut the hell up, Old Man! Leave me alone!” Her dad took off his belt, and cracked it. “Don’t use that tone with me, young lady! Get your ass down here!” Y/n wasn’t even mad anymore, she was fuming. “I ALREADY FUCKING TOLD YOU NO! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! AND DON’T TRY TO PLAY THE FUCKING PARENT CARD NOW! ITS NOT GOING TO FUCKING WORK, ASSHOLE!!”

The only sounds that were heard throughout the house was the belt sounding like a whip, and Y/n’s screams and cries of pain, along with glass being shattered.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again, young lady! Now, clean up this mess, and I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day!” Her dad said angrily, walking out of her room.

For the first time in her life, she was in a way, thankful for the amount of pain she was in, because even though she heard both of her parents thoughts, she couldn’t focus on what was being thought.

She picked up her phone, and with shaky, bloody hands, texted the only number she had saved in her phone. Her best friend, Anthony.

‘Ant, you there? I NEED you.’

She texted, before starting to lose consciousness. Anthony texted her, and said that he would be there soon.

After not getting a response back, he tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. Damn, okay. I’ll just have to go over there myself, and do this the hard way.

He got his jacket on, and put on his helmet, and got on his motorcycle and sped off to Y/n’s house. They only lived about a block away from each other, but her parents didn’t know where Anthony lived.

He soon arrived, and climbed up the side of the house, and got to Y/n’s room. He quietly tapped on the window, and just barely saw Y/n on her bed. He carefully and quietly opened her window, and crawled inside her room.

He walked over to her bed, where he faintly saw her. He turned his helmet light on, and gasped in horror when he saw her in the light.

After seeing his best friend like that, he couldn’t stop shaking and staring. What the hell did that piece of shit do this time? Damn, I’ve got to get her out of here, and taken care of. This is probably the worst of it yet.

He carefully picked her up, and brought her over to the window. He climbed out first, and carefully got her out as well. He wrapped her arms around his neck, and began slowly climbing back down along the side of her house.

Once safely back on the ground, he laid her down in the grass, and walked over to his motorcycle. He grabbed his phone, from under the seat, and texted his dad.

‘It happened again, Pops. And from the looks of it, it’s the worst of it yet. She’s got cuts, from what I assume the belt buckle, and at least four bruises on both of her arms. I can’t tell how her back is, but her entire uniform is hanging on by threads. And, oh shit, she’s got a black eye, and it looks like the belt buckle had cut her eye, or at least the skin just above it.‘

Anthony’s dad arrived within minutes, and told his son to put his motorcycle in the back of the truck, then to help him carefully lift Y/n, and bring her to the backseat.

Once the three of them were in the truck, Anthony’s dad drove back home, and told his son to help Y/n out of the truck, and he would get the motorcycle.

As soon as Anthony’s mom saw him, and his dad by the truck, she almost immediately knew something had happened. She ran outside, and noticed Anthony was carrying Y/n.

“Oh my word.” She gasped, after seeing the state Y/n was in. “Jack, get the guest bedroom ready, Y/n is going to be staying with us for a little while.”

Jack, Anthony’s younger brother, got the guest room clean and ready for Y/n, and had set out another outfit for her. “Anthony, bring her to the bathroom, and I’ll take care of the rest.” His mom said, noticing Anthony carrying her to the bathroom.

He carefully set her in the bathtub, and took off her shoes for her, and brought them to the guest bedroom. His mom, Daniella, started carefully removing Y/n’s uniform, and only now realized the severity of her bruises.

After Y/n���s uniform was removed, Daniella turned the bathtub on, and let it fill up. While she was doing that, Jonas was cooking dinner, and had a spare uniform for Y/n in the morning.

As Daniella was busy cleaning Y/n’s cuts, and washing all the blood off, Y/n slowly started to wake up, and screamed in pain as the hot water burned her cuts and bruises.

“I know, sweetie. I know. But we need to clean up your wounds, so they won’t get infected. And don’t worry, Jonas is cooking dinner; Jack got the spare bedroom ready for you, and Anthony already set out your school’s uniform. He also got the first aid kit ready, and has already filled an ice chest for you, so you can get as much ice as you need for that black eye of yours. Anthony, and the rest of us have gotten everything ready for you.”

“Thank you, Daniella. And I’m going to thank Ant, when we’re done in here. Also, with that beating I took, I almost didn’t text Ant because of how much pain I was in.”

Daniella hugged Y/n, and told her that whenever she needed, they were only a phone call or a text away. That made Y/n smile a little bit, and said that she liked how Anthony’s family was kinda like her second family.

Just as Daniella was finishing washing Y/n’s cuts, and being careful with her bruises, Anthony knocked on the door, and said he had Y/n’s clothes for her. His mom opened the door, and grabbed them, and set them on the counter.

Y/n stumbled out of the bathtub, but Daniella made sure she didn’t fall. “You don’t have to do anything, dear. Let me do this for you. Besides, you said that you were in a lot of pain before you texted Anthony, didn’t you?”

Y/n nodded, and got dressed with Daniella’s help. “Thank you, Daniella. This means a lot.” Y/n said, as she looked at Daniella. “You’re very welcome, Y/n. By the way, how’s school been going?”

As Y/n was telling Daniella about school, Anthony knocked on the door, and told them that dinner was ready. “Thank you, honey. We’ll be right there.” Daniella said, noticing Y/n look at the mirror.

Her smile grew slightly, and she turned around and hugged Daniella. “Thank you for letting me stay here, Mom.” Y/n said, as the two of them headed to the kitchen. “Of course, sweetie. You know that you’re welcome here whenever you want.”

While everyone was sitting at the table, Y/n couldn’t help but let a few tears fall.

I wish Y/n’s piece of shit dad didn’t treat her like this. It’s not right, and it’s also not her fault that she has an uncontrollable quirk. And by the look in her eyes, I know she knows what I’m thinking about.

Ant’s family is the best, and even though it’s selfish of me to think about, I wish Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy would adopt me, or have someone else adopt me, and get me away from this hell that I’ve been living.

Y/n prayed quickly, and slowly started eating, and wished that her life was completely different.

After dinner, she headed to the guest bedroom, and closed the door. She rummaged through the drawers until she found what she was looking for.

She made sure the door was locked, and began cutting away. After she finished, she walked over to the ice chest, and filled several bags with ice, and laid on the bed, putting ice on her arms, and holding one against her head over her eye.

Anthony knocked on her door, and opened it slightly. “Come on in, Ant. And by the way, thank you for getting me out of my house. I seriously can’t thank you enough.”

Anthony walked in and over to Y/n, and asked if it was alright if he hugged her. She nodded, and opened her arms. Anthony hugged her, and said that he was always going to have her back. She smiled softly, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He blushed softly, and asked what that was for. She playfully flicked his head, and said that it was because he was her best friend.

The two of them eventually fell asleep laying next to each other, and Daniella walked by to check on them, when she noticed them.

She quietly opened the door, and walked in the room. She carefully shook Anthony awake, and told him to go lay in his bed, and that he’ll see Y/n in the morning. He got off the bed tiredly, and made his way to his bedroom.

Morning soon came, and Y/n was in the middle of getting dressed, when there was a knock on her door. “Yes? Who is it?” She called, from behind her door. “Anthony. Can I come in?” Y/n made her way over to the door, and asked him to wait just a minute.

“Yeah, sure. Let me know when I can come in.” Y/n was just about to open the door, when she suddenly lost her balance. Anthony opened the door slightly, and saw Y/n on the floor. He walked over, and carefully helped her back to her feet.

“You’re lucky that I was just about to open the door for you. And thank you. Do you think you can-“ “Of course, Y/n. I always do, don’t I?” The two of them walked over to Y/n’s vanity, and she sat down in the chair, and let Anthony fix her hair.

“What are you thinking, Princess?” “Ant, a simple braid will be fine.” Y/n said, while blushing.

Shes so cute when she gets all embarrassed like this. Maybe I should call her more names like this. And i already know that she’s most likely reading my mind again. If that’s the case, then it’ll definitely explain why she’s blushing even more.

Shut up, Anthony! And besides, you know better than anyone that I can’t control this stupid quirk of mine! And please don’t call me anymore nicknames like this.

“Princess, do you want a double braid, a French braid, or a fishtail?” “Anthony…” Y/n buried her face in her hands, to try and hide the blush that was becoming more intense. “….shut up! And just a regular braid will be fine.”

As Anthony was braiding her hair, he couldn’t help but think of other nicknames to call Y/n. She kept trying to reach behind her, and pinch him, but kept missing. “Quit moving, and let me pinch you!” She said, still trying to pinch him.

“And done! Your hair looks beautiful, Princess. And another thing, I’m not going to stop with these nicknames because they’re cute….just like you.” Anthony teased.

“Let me see, you dork!” Y/n was surprised with the result, and thanked Anthony. “Anytime, Princess.” Y/n reached behind her, and finally managed to pinch Anthony.

“Ow! What was that for?” Y/n gave him a playful look, and said that it was for him keep calling her ‘Princess’. “I thought you liked it, Prin-“ “Don’t you dare say it, you dork. Please. You’re giving me a headache!” Anthony smirked playfully, and looked down at Y/n.

“Okay, okay, I won’t…Queenie.” Y/n rolled her eyes, and tried pinching him again. Damn, she’s so cute when she gets all embarrassed and flustered like this.

After Y/n finished getting ready, she gave Anthony a quick kiss on the cheek, and left for school. She couldn’t believe how much the swelling for her black eye had already gone down, and the bruises weren’t as bad as they were yesterday.

Ant really is the best. I need to think him for everything he’s done for me.

Even though she knew that the bruises and black eye would take a while to completely heal, unless she went to Recovery Girl, she didn’t seem to mind.

With her having a friend like Anthony on her side, she knew she was in good hands whenever she needed him.

She finally made it to school, and started making her way to Recovery Girl, to see if she could get her bruises completely healed.

“Goodness child,” Recovery Girl began, looking at Y/n. “At this rate, you might be the second frequent patient of mine, apart from your classmate, Midoriya.” Recovery Girl did her job, and completely healed Y/n, leaving nothing behind.

“If you need to, you can rest here for a bit. I don’t mind. And I’ll let Aizawa know that you’ll be coming to class a little bit later.” Recovery Girl said, as Y/n walked over to one of the beds, and laid down.

Poor child. What’s going on with her? Even Midoriya doesn’t look this bad whenever he comes to my office. Then again, he breaks his bones, while this poor thing seems to be getting physically abused. If that’s the case, then I’ve got to let Aizawa know.

For the first time ever, Y/n didn’t seem to mind that her quirk was acting up again, because with there only being Recovery Girl in the room, she couldn’t get overwhelmed.

Y/n was just about to fall asleep, when she faintly heard Recovery Girl say something. “…looking for Y/n? She’s over there on the bed resting. Has she come by before? Why yes, she has. What for, and why is she here now? I don’t think it’s anyone’s business to know why she has stopped by here at least twice already.”

Who’s Recovery Girl talking to? And why is she talking about me? Who’s even asking about-

“I see. Well, is it alright if I go talk to her for a minute? Or should I come back later?” It was only now that Y/n realized who Recovery Girl was talking to. It was Kirishima.

“You can go talk to her, but be careful with what you say when you’re around her.” Kirishima walked over to Y/n, and asked her why she was in Recovery Girl’s office.

“I’m just resting for a bit.” She said, looking at the redhead. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like she’s forcing herself to smile again. I wonder why she keeps doing that. Also, why is she almost always by herself?

Y/n smiled softly, and asked Kiri what he wanted to talk about. Truthfully, why you’re always by yourself, and why you hit yourself in the head every once in a while. “I just want to know how you’re doing, and also, you never told me what your quirk was.”

“Oh, that. My bad, Kirishima. It’s mind reading….albeit uncontrollable.” Kirishima’s eyes widened in surprise.

That actually explains quite a lot. I wonder why she waited so long to tell me though.

Y/n blushed, and said that she’s been meaning to tell him something. “Same here. Let’s say it at the same time. Ready? 3…2…1, I think you’re pretty cute.” “I think you’re really cute.”

Both teens blushed like crazy, and Y/n heard something that she wanted to hear from her parents ever since she was a kid. “Y’know Y/n, I think you’ll make an awesome hero. I mean, with a quirk like yours, how could you not be?”

Without meaning to, Kirishima had just made Y/n cry. “Ah! I’m sorry!” He said, throwing his hands up defensively. “Was it something I said? Oh, man, that wasn’t manly at all. I’m so sorry.”

Confusion appeared across Kiri’s face when he noticed Y/n was smiling through her tears. She opened her arms, and gestured to Kiri for a hug. He accepted, and hugged her, and asked why she was smiling if she was crying.

“These are happy tears, Kirishima. I’m so happy that you think that I can be a hero with a quirk like mine.” Y/n said, emphasis on the word ‘can’.

After a little while, Recovery Girl told Kirishima that he should get going, and for him to tell Aizawa that Y/n would be in class later.

Already? Also, what did Y/n mean by that? She’s so happy that I think she ‘can’ be a hero?

Im sorry Kirishima, I said that without thinking.

As Kirishima made his way to class, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/n had just said. “Oi Shitty Hair, what are you standing in the doorway like that for? And also, where’s that damn extra?”

What is going on with her? Why has she been acting weird since we met?

As Kirishima was lost in thought, he didn’t realize that Aizawa had walked in. “Kirishima.” Aizawa started, looking at the redhead. “Do you mind taking your seat? Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she was with you.”

Kirishima sat down, and gave his teacher a look, that told him that he wanted to talk after class. Aizawa nodded slightly, and looked towards the door, then back at Kirishima.

As Aizawa got on with the lesson, his phone buzzed, indicating that he got a message from someone. He walked over to his desk, and clicked the power button on his phone, and glanced at the screen.

’Aizawa, Y/n’s with me in my office, and is currently resting. She’s been in here since this morning, and I’ll send her to class within the next 10-ish minutes or so. Also, keep an eye on her if you can. This is the second time she’s stopped by my office, and asked me for either medicine or ice, instead of just asking me to heal her. I’ve got a feeling that something is going on with her home life, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions or assume anything.’

Aizawa read the message with a furrowed brow, his worry for Y/n growing. He messaged Recovery Girl back, and said that he would keep an eye on her. A little while later, Y/n walked in the classroom, and took her seat.

Aizawa walked over to her, and crouched down beside her. “See me after class; I want to ask you something. After I get done talking with Kirishima, i want to talk to you.” He whispered.

She rolled her eyes, and quietly said ‘no’. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you that we’re talking after class.” She huffed quietly, and put her head down.

Aizawa sighed, and walked back to the front of the room. As he continued with his lesson, Y/n’s phone pinged.

She took it out of her pocket, and checked the message, and immediately felt tears form in the corner of her eyes.

‘Bitch, your father told me what happened yesterday. How dare you talk back and disrespect him like that! He told me that you called him an asshole, and that he knew that you wanted to say something about me as well. Tell me, what do you want to say to me?’

‘Honestly, I have so much that I’d like to say to the both of you, Mother, but for now, I’ll just say this: go to hell, Old Bitch!’

A few minutes later, Y/n’s phone started ringing, and she got up, and walked to the bathroom and answered her phone.

“What did you just call me, Whore?!” “I just called you a fucking bitch, Bitch! And you’re even more of a whore that I am! No, actually, you’re both a whore and a slut! I know you used to work at a club before I was born! Otherwise you nor Dad would’ve told me that I would be better working at one!”

As the argument continued, Y/n couldn’t keep the words to herself anymore, and exploded with everything she had been wanting to say to her mother ever since she was a kid.

“YOU SHOULD’VE JUST ABORTED ME WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE, MARILYNN! OR GIVEN ME UP FOR ADOPTION! I WISH YOU NEVER HAD ME! I HATE YOU AND DAD BOTH, AND I WISH THAT THE BOTH OF YOU’D GO TO HELL AND ROT THERE FOR ETERNITY!!! YOU’RE THE REAL SLUT, WHORE, BITCH, AND ASSHOLE! I FUCKING HATE YOU AND DEREK!!! ALSO, THE BOTH OF YOU ARE COMPLETE IDIOTS!!! AND SINCE YOU OBVIOUSLY DONT EVEN WANT ME, I’LL DO YOU THE BIGGEST FAVOR I CAN, AND MAKE YOUR BIGGEST DREAM A FUCKING REALITY!!!”

Y/n hung up the phone, before her mom even had the chance to say anything, and then sent the finger emoji to her mom and dad. She then decided to block both of them.

She ran out of the bathroom in tears, and left UA. “FUCK!” She screamed, as she kept running. She ran all the way home, and slammed the door after entering.

She then called the police, and reported what her parents had been doing to her. “Please hurry!” She added, starting to pace back and forth.

Police sirens were heard in the distance, and Y/n knew that she was about to be “saved”. As soon as she heard pounding on the front door, she knew that it was the police.

She got up off the couch, and answered the door. One of the officers asked her where her parents were, and she led them to her parents bedroom.

The police broke the door open, and immediately noticed her parents sitting on their bed. Two officers walked over to them, and cuffed them. The officers then led them outside, and put them in two separate cars.

Y/n then showed one of the officers her texts from her parents, and told them that her parents had been verbally and physically abusing her since she was a kid. “My best friend Anthony McCarthy lives down the street, and I’ve spent most of my time with him and his family.” She told the officer.

He nodded, and asked how old she was. “16 going on 17.” She answered, looking up at the officer. He nodded, and asked her to call her friend, and ask him to come over with his parents.

She did, and waited for Anthony. He and his family soon arrived, and his mom asked what was going on.

Y/n took a deep breath and gathered the strength to explain the events that had happened within the last 10-ish minutes. "I was afraid to tell anyone, but I couldn't take it anymore," Y/n explained with a shaky voice.

Anthony's mom wrapped her arms around Y/n, offering comfort and support. Once the McCarthy’s were aware of her situation, Mrs. McCarthy asked the police officers what was going to happen with Y/n.

“Well,” one of them started, “she’s probably either going to be put in foster care, unless you, or someone else wants to adopt her. Also, Mr. and Mrs. Garcia have already been taken care of. They’re in two separate police cars, and are going to be taken to jail once we’re done here.”

Daniella looked at Y/n, and asked if she wanted them to adopt her. She nodded without hesitation, and said she would like that. “Alright, so you’ll be staying with the McCarthy’s from now on. And you don’t have to worry about your parents anymore, miss Garcia.”

Y/n hugged Daniella, and thanked her for always being there for her when she needed. Daniella nodded, and hugged her daughter back as tightly as she could.

After a little while, the police officers left, and took Mr. and Mrs. Garcia to the station for questioning, and hopefully get them locked up. Y/n turned to look at Anthony, and the rest of his family.

She hugged them as tightly as she could, and broke down in tears. Once they went back home, Y/n went to her room, and laid down on the bed.

She took her phone out of her pocket, and decided to scroll through Instagram for a while, to try and get her mind off of everything that had happened today.

She got a follow request, and to her surprise, it was Kirishima. After she accepted the request, her instagram was being spammed with requests from her other classmates. She went to her dms, and clicked on Kirishima’s name.

‘What’s up, Kiri? And the whole class literally just spammed my phone with follow requests.’

‘Where are you, and why did you just leave the classroom like that? Are you alright? The whole class is worried about you, and not to mention, Mr. Aizawa keeps trying to ask me and Mina if we know anything about you, specifically, your strange behavior. What’s going on?’

Y/n hesitated with answering, because she didn’t want anyone from school knowing what she had to deal with for so long, or that her parents were now questioned by the police about the abuse they made her suffer through.

‘It’s nothing, Kirishima. Don’t worry about it. Tell Mr. Aizawa that I won’t be coming back to class today, and I may not show up tomorrow. I’ve got something I need to take care of, and it’s really important.’

As the two of them were texting, Y/n didn’t realize that Anthony had walked into her room, and was now just past the doorway. She looked over and noticed him standing there.

“Hey, Ant. You need something?” “Y/n, can we talk? Please?” Y/n sat up, and tilted her head slightly in confusion. “What’s up, Ant? What’s going on?”

“How about you tell me.” He said, as he grabbed her hands. “I’m worried about you, Y/n. I know your parents are with the police, but what concerns me is the fact that I found a few things in here the other day, and I want the truth.”

Y/n gave him a quizzical look, and asked what he was talking about. “I’m talking about this, Y/n Jane.” Y/n set her phone down on her bed, and averted her gaze.

“Y-you weren’t supposed to find that, Anthony. I-I’m sorry.” Anthony had tears streaming down his face, and didn’t even want to ask anything, terrified of the answer.

“Tell me….were you…have you…?” He asked, through sobs, noticing Y/n turn her head to the side. Anthony’s heart sank, and shattered. “….at least 10 times.” Y/n said quietly, voice no louder than a whisper.

Anthony couldn’t believe it, no, he didn’t want to. “If I’m being honest here, I’ve lost count, and had a few of them almost be successful.” Y/n admitted. Hearing this shattered Anthony’s heart even more, and didn’t know how to process it all.

“Why? Why didn’t you come to me about this? I could’ve- I could’ve stopped you, or helped you. Do you know what would happen to me if I lost you? You’re my best friend, Y/n Jane Summer Garcia!”

Y/n couldn’t stand hearing Anthony cry, but at the same time, she couldn’t blame him. “Don’t cry, Ant. I’m fine, really I am. At least none of them were successful, isnt that the important thing?”

He looked at her, and noticed she had a small smile on her face. “What, do you think this is funny or something, Y/n? Also, you’re seriously making jokes right now? What is wrong with you?”

“I have dark/broken humor. Also, yeah, I do find this a little funny. I mean, lighten up, Ant. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Anthony got up, and walked out of the room, not believing what he was hearing.

Y/n went back to messaging Kirishima, and texted him saying that she was glad they became friends.

‘Wait, what’s that supposed to mean, Y/n? What do you mean by that? I mean I am too, but this makes me think something is wrong. Talk to me, I’m here for you.’

Y/n sent Kirishima a smiling emoji, and said that she just meant she had another close friend apart from Anthony. As the two continued messaging each other, Anthony walked back in the room, still crying, holding something behind his back.

He walked over to her, and asked her if she wanted to see something. She looked up, and noticed what Anthony was doing.

“Hey! What are you doing with that? You could hurt yourself, Anthony! Give it to me. Please, I don’t know what you plan on doing with that, but please just give it to me, before you do anything stupid.”

Anthony shook his head, and started walking out of the room. Y/n quickly got off her bed, and went after Anthony. He went to his room, and closed and locked the door behind him.

“Anthony, what are you doing in there? Let me in! Anthony! Please!” She screamed, as she pounded on his door. “Anthony Caleb McCarthy! Open this door and let me in!”

It seemed like the more Y/n pounded on the door, and begged to be let in, the more Anthony just ignored her. Not knowing what else to do, Y/n went to go find Daniella, and ask her for help.

“Anthony Caleb, you open this door right now.” His mom said sternly, knocking on his door. Y/n and Daniella heard shuffling coming from his room, but the door remained locked. “I saw him with something in his hand, and he left my room and locked himself in his. I don’t know what to do, Mom. I’m worried about him.”

Y/n said, as Daniella banged on the door. After constant knocking and banging on Anthony’s door, and him not opening it, Daniella said that he was probably just changing clothes, or trying to relax, so they shouldn’t worry.

After she walked away, Y/n stayed in front of the door, and wasn’t planning on leaving until Anthony opened his door. Around 30 minutes to an hour later, Anthony finally opened the door, and saw Y/n laying in the doorway.

Maybe next time she won’t try and do it again. I just wanted her to see how I felt when I found that in her room the other day. I wasn’t actually going to do anything, but now she knows how I felt.

Anthony crouched down, and realized she was asleep, so he carefully picked her up, and carried her back to her room. He set her on the bed, and noticed she had several messages from Instagram on her phone, but he didn’t bother reading them.

After Anthony left her room, he went to go find his mom, and explain what he was doing. “Anthony Caleb!” His mom yelled, her voice reverberated through the house.

“Why would you do that? Do you not realize how worried and upset you made Y/n? She hasn’t moved from in front of your door since she told me that you locked yourself in there. Poor thing’s probably even more worried now, or if she’s asleep, will be when she wakes up. You need to apologize to her for causing her to worry like that. The last time I walked by to check on her, she was in the middle of having a panic attack, and I wish you would’ve seen the severity of it. I couldn’t get her to calm down, so I had to get your father up here, and he was in the middle of cooking, and almost ended up burning the food, had I not taken over.”

Now, Anthony was starting to feel bad. He wanted to scare Y/n, and he wanted it to be bad, but not this bad. Shit. This is the opposite of what I wanted to happen, god dammit. I need to make this right. I’m gonna go check on Y/n, and see if she’s woken up yet.

As Anthony was heading to Y/n’s room, he heard faint crying, and that made him feel even worse. He finally got to her room, and knocked on the door. “Y/n?” He started, shakily.

“It’s Anthony, can I come in?” “G-go away, Anthony Caleb! I don’t want to talk to you or see you right now! I hate you!” Damn, I really fucked up. How the hell am I supposed to make this right between us?

Why don’t you fucking tell me? You’re the one who did this.

Wanting to clear her head, Y/n grabbed her phone, and a small bag, and left through the window. Once outside, she began walking around, albeit, her vision blurry because of all the tears.

Somehow it just dawned on Anthony that something could happen to his best friend, if she was left alone for too long, or at all. Normally, he wouldn’t worry or mind, but after everything she told him, this was the last thing he wanted.

He twisted the door handle, and realized it wasn’t locked, so he opened it, and walked in. At first he didn’t see her anywhere, so he thought she might’ve gone to the bathroom, but that’s when he noticed the window was open, and her phone, and one of her bags were gone.

“Shit!” He said quietly, running back to his room and getting his phone off the dresser. He went to the phone app, and immediately clicked on Y/n’s contact. He tried calling her, but she didn’t answer, so he tried again.

Every call he made, either got declined, or just kept ringing, until it stopped. “Fuck!” He yelled, running out of the house, still trying to call Y/n.

The latter was in a park, and had put her phone on DND, and was walking around, until she thought she saw one of her classmates in the distance. As they got closer, they didn’t seem to notice Y/n, but she almost immediately realized who it was.

Why did she just run off like that? Also, why did she tell Aizawa no, when he told her that he wanted to talk to her after class? What’s going on with her?

As their thoughts continued, Y/n started walking in the opposite direction, hoping to avoid Kirishima. She picked up her pace, after noticing him walking in the same direction as her, and ran to the nearest tree she could, and climbed up.

She watched from a tree branch, and sighed deeply, as she noticed Kirishima walk right past the tree she was in. She checked her phone, and noticed that she had over 20 missed calls from Anthony, but didn’t care.

It was only now that she realized someone else was with Kirishima, but she couldn’t figure out who until…

Damn extra. Why did Shitty Hair ask me to help him find that damn idiot? Also, where even is she? Not like I care or anything, because she’s just a dumb slut anyway.

Y/n felt her heart sink, and her mind started repeating all of the names her parents used to call her. “Whore!” “Slut!” “Bitch!” “Good for nothing!”

She silently started crying to herself, and wished she hadn’t heard the ash blonde’s thoughts. “Hey, Bakubro, have you found her yet?” “Of course not, Shitty Hair; why do you think she’s at this park anyway?”

As the two boys were talking, Y/n accidentally let out a sob, which caught their attention. “Did you hear that, Bakugo? That sounded like Y/n’s voice.” “It was just a small squeak, Shitty Hair. And besides, how do you even know she’s here?”

Kirishima looked at his blonde haired best friend, and said that he had a feeling. “A feeling? You don’t even know; you’re just relying on a stupid fucking feeling?!”

Without thinking, Y/n jumped out of the tree, and told Bakugo that he shouldn’t be so quick to criticize. “The hell? Where’d the hell you come from, damn idiot?” The ash blonde asked, looking at her.

Kirishima turned around, and asked what she was doing and where she was. “That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the fact that Bakugo doesn’t think that relying on feelings is a good thing. By the way, Blondie, correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t it a feeling that made Midoriya try and save you from the sludge villain? And don’t worry about how I know about that.”

Bakugo was taken aback, and growled at her. “The hell is that supposed to mean? That damn nerd didn’t do anything! All he did was basically grab that damn villain, and that didn’t do anything! Also, how in the world do you even know about that?! Did the Nerd tell you?”

Y/n wiped her tears, and took a few deep breaths, and casually walked over to the ash blonde. “Blondie, not like it’s any of your business to know, but my quirk is uncontrollable mind reading. I can hear everyone’s thoughts, whether I want to or not. Also, is that what you really think of me as? A fucking slut?”

Bakugo didn’t know what to say, so instead he just started setting off explosions, and threatened Y/n with them. What she said next however, surprised him and Kirishima, and had them concerned.

“If you’re going to hit me with your quirk, Blondie, I suggest you get it over with. Oh, and Kirishima, you might want to stand back. Bakugo, before you actually hit me with your quirk, if you’re actually going to, let me put my bag and phone to the side.”

Kirishima was trying to process everything he just heard, while Y/n was evading Bakugo’s explosions, causing him to be more mad than before.

“Y/n, what did you mean by that? Why would you say that? Are you okay?” Kirishima called out, noticing her dodge every one of Bakugo’s explosions.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Kirishima. I’m good. And what I meant by that and the reason I said it is because Bakugo called me a fucking slut in his mind. Honestly, I don’t want to go into detail, but there was a situation I was in, and that was ONE of MANY names I was called. Now, all it does is just bring back those horrible memories that I’d rather like to forget about, but what’s done is done, and I can’t change the past. I’ve gotta put the past behind me. And it’s just like Timon from the Lion King said, and I quote ‘when the world turns its back on you, you gotta turn your back on the world.’ Also, hakuna matata.”

With every explosion dodged, Bakugo became more mad, but Y/n seemed to be as calm as could be. This worried Kirishima, because he had a feeling there was something she wasn’t telling him, and he wondered what it could be.

That’s when he realized that she had said that there was a situation she was in, and getting called a ‘fucking slut’ was only one of many names she got called. After putting two and two together, Kirishima realized what she was trying to hint at, and gasped in horror.

“No, I didn’t call you a fucking slut, what I called you in my mind was a dumb slut.” It was only now that the ash blonde realized him correcting Y/n didn’t change the fact that he still called her a slut in his mind.

“Y/n, you need to tell Mr. Aizawa about this. This is serious, and not to mention important. You need to let him know so he can help you. I’ll go with you if you want me to, but he needs to know. And I don’t want to hear you say that you’re not going to tell him, or that he doesn’t need to know; because if anything, he DOES need to know.”

“What are you talking about over there, Shitty Hair?” Kirishima told Bakugo what he was trying to say, and the ash blonde became even more mad, and looked at Y/n, for the first time ever feeling regret. “You…What?!!” The ash blonde bellowed, sending more explosions towards her.

“Yeah, that’s my story. Hey, are you finished yet, Blasty? I need to get back home. My family is waiting for me.” In the midst of everything, Anthony finally made it to the park, and saw Y/n’s silhouette in the distance, with two other people standing around her, one setting off multiple explosions, the other standing to the side away from the others.

“Y/n!” He called out, catching her attention. “There you are! I have been looking all over the place for you! Come on, I’m calling my dad so he can come pick us up, and take us home. I want to apologize for what I did to you, that wasn’t nice or even right. I’m sorry, but I just wanted you to see how I felt when I saw that in your room. Everything that you were thinking, was the exact thought that crossed my mind. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for things to get this bad. Please don’t do anything like that again; instead come talk to me, and I can try and help you, and talk you out of it. Please. You’re my best friend, Y/n; I can’t lose you, especially not to something like this.”

Kirishima and Bakugo both looked at Anthony in confusion, and asked what was going on, and what he was doing there, along with how he knew Y/n.

Anthony looked at the two teens in front of him, and said that he was Y/n’s best friend, and that he had been looking for her after she had ran out of the house. “Also, I’m here to bring her back home. I owe her an apology.”

“So do you, Bakubro. Even if it was in your head, you should still apologize to Y/n. Also, it doesn’t matter if you used the word ‘dumb’ or the actual f word, calling someone a name like that isn’t right.”

Anthony asked what the ash blonde had called Y/n, and wished he didn’t. “He called me a dumb slut…in his mind.” Y/n said, looking between her three friends. Anthony glared at the ash blonde, and walked over to him.

“Ant, don’t! He didn’t mean it! And even though I doubt he’ll actually apologize, or do it in his own way, there’s no need for a fight to start. So, please come back, and leave it alone.”

“Leave it alone?! Leave this alone?! He just called you a fucking dumb slut! I can’t ignore or even forgive that! Especially not after knowing your entire home life!” Anthony snapped, stopping to look at Y/n, before continuing to walk over to Bakugo.

“Hey! Blonde Hair, what is your name?! And what the hell do you think you’re doing calling my best friend a slut?!” Y/n knew there was no stopping Anthony, so she told the ash blonde to watch out, and move.

“What are you protecting him for?!” Y/n took a deep breath, and called Anthony by his full name. “Anthony Caleb Owen David McCarthy! You leave Bakugo alone! He, and Kirishima just found out about my situation! Nobody at school knows, or knew, and I’m actually talking to my teacher either tomorrow or the day after! Step away from the Angry Blonde, and leave it be! Kirishima, you restrain Bakugo, and I’ll take care of Anthony!”

Y/n quickly ran towards her best friend, and jumped on his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and had him in a chokehold. “I’m sorry about this, Ant, but I don’t want to see you fight my other friends!”

Anthony was gasping for air, and Y/n asked him if he tapped. He gave a thumbs up, and nodded as much as he could. “Alright.” She said, as she let go of his neck, and got off his back, allowing him to breathe again.

“Kiri, don’t ask what that was about. I’ll tell you later. For now, I should probably get Anthony home. I’ll see you and Blasty either tomorrow or the following day! Tell the same thing to Aizawa-Sensei.”

As Y/n started walking off with Anthony, Kirishima realized she had forgotten all about her bag and phone, but by the time he turned to see her, she was gone.

He turned to look at Bakugo, who just shrugged in response. “When she comes back to class, you are going to apologize to her. But, for now, I’m calling our teacher, and letting him know that the both of us are at least somewhat aware of Y/n’s home life. Don’t bring this up to anyone, and I won’t either.”

“Sorry about that, Ant, but I didn’t want you beating up my classmates just because of my stupid quirk.” Anthony shook his head, and said that he was the one who should be apologizing.

“I shouldn’t have done that to you. Mom told me how worried you were about me, and she told me about your severe panic attack that happened while I was still in my room. Please don’t scare me like that again, Y/n. I genuinely thought that I had actually lost you this time. You had me worried sick!”

Once the two of them got home, Y/n told Anthony who the other two were, and said that she trusted them to not say anything to anyone about what just happened.

Anthony had glanced at Y/n’s neck, and saw marks that he hadn’t noticed before. “Princess…?” He asked, gently rubbing her neck. “Before you ask, don’t. I don’t want to talk about it right now, especially not after the day I had. I promise we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

On the way back to UA, Kirishima looked at Y/n’s phone, and slid his hand over the screen, not realizing that it didn’t have a password.

He unlocked her phone, and knew it wouldn’t be very manly to go through her phone, but he noticed her screen had a few leaves, and a little bit of dirt on it, so he used his sleeve to wipe it off, but accidentally clicked on her Safari icon in the process.

Before he could see what she had searched, he pressed the power button on the side of her phone, and shoved it in his pocket.

He and Bakugo continued walking back to school, when he suddenly got a call from Deku.

“Hey Kirishima, where are you and Kaachan? Mr. Aizawa is asking for the both of you, along with Y/n. What’s going on?” “Hey Midoriya, not much. Me and Bakubro are actually heading back to school now; whereas for Y/n, she went back home. There was a bit of a situation over here, but everything is fine now.”

As the two of them continued talking, Bakugo remembered that he had overheard Kirishima talking to Y/n, about a stomach issue.

He thought for a moment, and put two and two together. “Kirishima, I just figured something out. It has to do with Y/n.” He said, catching the redhead’s attention.

Kirishima looked at Bakugo, and asked what he was talking about. “Put the phone on mute, or tell the Nerd that you’ll call him back later.”

Kiri got off the phone with Deku, and asked Bakugo what he had figured out. “Now, bear with me on this because I could be wrong, and I hope I am; but I think she might be getting abused, or in the very least, mistreated at home.”

Kirishima asked the ash blonde to elaborate. “I’m saying that the fact that she reacted in such a way when she heard my thoughts about calling her a slut, and the fact that she was holding her stomach while walking into class; it all makes sense.”

Kirishima thought about it for a minute, and realized Bakugo was onto something. “Wait, are you saying that she could be possibly be getting abused, both physically and verbally?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth! But yeah, in a sense.” Kirishima thought about it a little bit more, and remembered that when he met up with Y/n outside of UA, before talking with Mr. Aizawa, he noticed that she wasn’t holding her stomach anymore, and she also had a sad look on her face.

“I think you might be onto something, Bakugo. It does makes sense; we gotta let Aizawa know, so he can help her.”

With all the talking that was happening between them, neither seemed to realize that they were at the front gate of UA. They both walked into the school, and immediately began looking for their teacher.

“Kirishima? Bakugo? What are you guys doing here? Shouldn’t you be heading home by now?” Shoji asked, nearly bumping into Kirishima. “We can worry about that later, for now, do you know where Mr. Aizawa is? We need to talk to him about something seriously important.”

“I’d say either his classroom, Principal Nezu’s office, or maybe in the staff room. What’s going on, anyway?” Kirishima gave Shoji a quick rundown of the situation, or at least, what they thought was going on with Y/n, and noticed as the color slowly drain from his face.

“Now I see why you wanted to talk to Mr. Aizawa. That really is serious news. Hopefully Mr. Aizawa can help Y/n get out of that situation.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for. I’ll see you later, man. And don’t tell Y/n that I told you. Don’t even bring it up to anyone.”

As Kirishima and Bakugo checked everywhere they thought their teacher might be, they found him in the staff room.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Kirishima began, flinging the door open. “We need to talk. Now.” Aizawa gestured for Kirishima and Bakugo to come in, and sit down.

“What’s going on? What happened?” “It’s Y/n, Mr. Aizawa. We think that, now we could be jumping the gun here, but we believe that she’s getting abused by her parents.”

All Might set his coffee down, Midnight stopped printing paperwork, Mt. Lady froze in her chair, and Mr. Aizawa looked between his two students.

“What was that?” He asked, standing up. “We have reason to believe that she’s being abused at home. The way she was holding her stomach while walking into class, and Shitty Hair said that she wasn’t smiling when he found her outside of UA.” Bakugo said, leaving out the part where she heard him call her a slut.

Aizawa ushered the two out the door, and asked them to explain more. “Mr. Aizawa, do you remember when you said that you wanted to talk to Y/n after class, and she told you no; to which you responded with you weren’t asking, but instead telling her? Think about it, didn’t that seem a little strange to you?”

As the three of them continued conversing, Aizawa slowly started putting the pieces together, and soon had the color drain from his face in realization.

“Kirishima, Bakugo, don’t mention this to any of your classmates. I’ll get the other teachers involved, and we’ll do what we can. Now, before I let you go, do you know what kind of abuse she’s going through?”

“Physical and verbal abuse.” Bakugo said, quickly. The tension in the room was thick as Aizawa nodded, his eyes filled with concern. Aizawa assured them that they were doing the right thing by coming forward and promised to handle the situation with care.

[yumeasmrscript]

[PART 5] Going on a date with the Wizard [M4A] [Fantasy] [Neko Listener] [First date] [Cute] [Romance]

Author notes:

I’m still alive! Been busy with a few stuff, but hopefully I managed to find the time to write part 5. Next update will be for my other medieval fantasy collab series <3

As always, you can monetize with the script, and since English isn’t my first language, feel free to make edits to the scripts to make things sound better, or if you want you can change sfx and such it’s okay too!

If you haven’t read the other parts, you can find them on my scriptbin!

Hope you will enjoy part 5, se you (hopefully) soon with part 6!

Summary: After accepting the invite from the Wizard, the day has come and you go out together! Chilling together inside a comfy and warm cafe, you watch the snow falling gently, whitening the streets outside. The snowy weather also gives the perfect opportunity to create a cute and unexpected present with magic.

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[Action/things happening/Moods] Thinking

[Door opening, bell ringing, door closing]

[Happy] Here we are! I was really looking forward to this moment, since when you accepted my invite. Aaah, it feels so warm in here… it almost makes me want to stay here forever. [Chuckle]

True, my house is warm too, but we don’t have all of these amazing coffee and tea options. Or all of those sweets. In fact, now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I last bought a cake or something. [Excited] You know what? Before we leave, we could get one to bring with us, so we are settled for the next week!

I’ve been focusing so much on research for curse lifting, and you’ve been working hard to assist me with my shop, I’d say we earned it, don’t you think?

[Happy] Great! Well then, for now, let’s just sit over there. It’s near a fireplace, and it’s a little bit more secluded compared to other tables, I think… you might want some privacy, just in case.

[Footsteps]

[Relaxed] Aaah, it’s so beautiful in here. Oh, look, each table has a candle too! This one is… [pause, smelling the candle] ...vanilla, definitely vanilla. What a nice aroma… shall we light it up?

All right! [Finger snapping] It smells so good… don’t you agree? It gives you the same vibes of coming back home after a long journey. Do you… like this place? [Relaxed] It’s been so long since I last came here, it looks so different compared to last time. I can see the owner really cares about this place, it’s so much better compared to the past… Oh, anyway, I took this before sitting: it’s their menu.

[Page turning]

They have so many options! Wait, do they really serve this too?! Pecans aren’t so common here, I’m so happy they made a coffee with pecans too. [Slightly frustrated] Argh… now I really want to have this, but I swore to myself that I would have tried the limited edition one. I guess… [shyly] maybe we’ll come again here, together? It could be, like… a weekly date, or something. You know, like a treat for our hard work and an occasion to spend some “chilling-time” together.

I- [Embarrassed] Yes, I just called it “date” but- I mean- You know, it’s like-- [The more it goes on, the more it gets flustered and no sense] Going out together because- it’s… fun? I mean you don’t have to call it necessary “date” if- if you don’t want to see it as a date. Like, it’s not a “romantic” date. More like an “appointment” date? Or a colleagues date? B-because that’s something colleagues do. Or friends too. Because, yeah, we… are both colleagues and friends. And roommates. And-- friends can sometimes have these “friends date”, and… uh… [whispered] okay, this is so awkward. How do I get out of this mess I put myself in- Please, floor, just swallow me and let me disappear.

Don’t-- don’t laugh at me! [Pause] [Pretending to be offended] Yeah, I can see that you think it’s funny… [Pause] Oh, look! It’s snowing! [Whispering] And perfect timing, thank goodness.

[Chill again] It’s so beautiful from here. It’s the first snow of the year, I didn’t expect it! Though… hopefully we won’t freeze going back home later.

True, it’s enchanting nonetheless. Delicate, too… it reminds me of you, you know? [Chuckle] Now we’re fair. I can’t be the only embarrassed one. [Satisfied sigh].

So? Have you decided what you’re going to order?

[Excited] Ooh, I bet that’s super tasty! I’ll go for the limited coffee with caramel, vanilla and toasted almonds. I’ll go get them, please wait here for a moment.

[Chair moving, footsteps]

I said it without even thinking… but, it really feels like a date. A… “real” date with them… Why am I so nervous? It’s not like it’s the first time we went out together, and we always stay together at home to… [sigh] I must have looked like an idiot. It never happened to me, come on, get yourself together! Just… calm down, calm down. Behave like you always do. It’s just… a date. That’s what I had in mind when I invited them, after all. Saying it out loud, like that, though… well, at least they didn’t mind. That… that must be a good sign. I guess?.

[Pause, sigh]

They… truly look beautiful, leaning their cheek upon the hand like that, while they watch the snow with a dreamy and relaxed expression. I can’t believe how much close we’ve grown. Thinking that a little bit more than a month ago we didn’t even know each other, and now I… can’t imagine going back to my house and not finding them there. I wonder if… is it the same for them. Or maybe… [worried] they’re staying only because they need their curse lifted? We never really talked about it and… I’m not sure I want to know the answer. Not… now. I’m pretty sure, though… I can’t think of anyone else I’d wish to have close to me.

[Footsteps]

[Relaxed] Here it is, this one is yours and this is my coffee. [Sound of cups being put on the table, chair moving]

[Taking a sip]

Aaah, it feels so warm. It’s just the perfect drink for a cold and snowy day like this one. And it’s so sweet too! What about your? How is it?

[Happy] Oh, I’m glad you like it! It really looks delicious.

Are you sure? ...Well, if you insist, I’ll take up on your offer.

[Drinking] Wait a moment-- [embarrassed] isn’t this some sort of an indirect kiss?!

[Cough] [Kind of choking tone] I think it went down the wrong way- [More coughing] But... yes, it really is tasty! [Last cough, but still a slightly choking tone] Yes, yes, I’m okay. All good now, I can’t allow a coffee to take my life [Chuckle]. [Truly all better, hopeful tone] Would you... like to try mine too? Here.

Now that I think about it… this happened already, didn’t it? When they had to take the health potion and didn’t trust me enough to take a sip, so I had to take one first… I hadn’t thought much of it back then. It feels so different now, though.

So? Do you like it? [Pause] I know, right? It’s really delicious!

Are they… blushing? I wonder if they had the same thought. Oh, come on, why is it so awkward… I need to say something! Anything!

Uhm… [cheerful] Oh, have you ever made a snowman?

[Nostalgic, happy] When I was younger, I used to make snow bunny instead. It took less time and effort. I remember seeing a wizard in this village making one and giving it life thanks to his magic, for just a little while, but it was so adorable. I think that was the first time I felt attracted to magic, you know? [Chuckle]

Oh, I thought it was pretty common back then! So you’ve never seen a snow bunny coming alive and bouncing here and there? If you want, we can make one later. If it keeps coming down like this, I’m pretty sure by the time we get home, there will be a thick layer of snow.

[Pause]

Well, yes, it could be anything. A snow bunny, a snow man, a snow cat. [Mockingly] Do you want to make a snow cat? [Chuckle] [Pretending to be serious] No, of course I’m not making fun of you, don’t give me that look! [Laugh] [Happy, chill] But still, wouldn’t it be cute? A white, cute, snow cat. After all, today is our day off. We need to have fun and relax, and what’s a better way to have fun than making things with snow?

[Chuckle] It’s decided then.

[Excited] Oh, and… I forgot to tell you, I’ve heard about a grimoire with a lot of researches related to curse lifting, written by one of the best wizards of the past. The good news is that it uncovers a lot about curses and curse lifting, much more compared to all of the other books, so we will have a greater chance of finding a solution for your case. [Upset] The bad news is… to get it I’ll have to travel to the capital. [Slightly sad] Aw, don’t make that face. [Trying to cheer the listener] It could be your chance and I won’t be away for much. It should be just four days, the capital it’s not that far after all.

[Bittersweet] Oh, as much as I’d love for you to accompany me, I can’t let you do that. It’s getting colder and colder, it’s not the best idea to travel in this weather, plus I need someone to run the shop for me. Especially now that we’re a little bit… short on money, and unfortunately the grimoire is pretty expensive. That’s the second bad news.

[Comforting] No, no, don’t be sorry! And I don’t want your money either. It’s true that I’m buying it to help you, but it’s still something I would have eventually bought as a wizard. I’m sure you know already, but you never stop studying magic even when you’re great at spells and stuff, because when you’ve studied all the magic coming from the past, there is still so much more to uncover in the present. And before researching the present, I must study all about the past. So, don’t worry about it, okay? If you deal with the shop while I’m gone, you’re already helping a lot.

[Encouraging] Hey, it’s all right, I know you can do that. You always make perfect potions, for someone who doesn’t use magic or spells. As for the chanted amulets and spell-scrolls, I’ll deal with them in advance so you won’t have to worry. I think… we should give this grimoire a chance.

[Serious] No, I’m sorry, but… I don’t want to wait for the weather to change, I don’t want to waste precious time. I… [sad] haven’t forgotten about how you truly feel, and I promised to you that I would have worked harder. So please, let me do this. It’s not a problem for me, I assure you! And again… it’s only for four days. All right?

[Relieved sigh] Good.

[Pause]

[Happy] Well then, enough talking about work. Why don’t you choose a cake to bring home?

Oooh, nice, that seems delicious.

What- no, don’t you dare! [Confused, but gentle] I’m can’t let you buy it for us, I’m the one who invited you, so I’ll be the one paying for it.

Huh? What’s that look- hey, no! No, wait!

[Sound of wrist being grabbed, chuckle] Nope, I’m not going to let go of your wrist! Nu-uh. I can’t let you pay, absolutely not. The money you earned with your hard work… you’re supposed to use it for yourself, not for these things. I mean you’ve been helping so much with the shop and at home, and it’s only fair that I give you extras when we have them thanks to you. You’re still working for me, remember? And all of these money you’re saving up, you’re supposed to use them for something you like, not for… these things.

Are you sure? Sigh… [Happy, genlte] You’re always so stubborn, aren’t you? But… it makes me happy, really. Seeing that you care this much… too. Okay, let’s do this: since I’m the one who invited you to this, uh, date… my coffee and your drink too are on me. If you’re absolutely sure, I will accept your kind offer to pay for the cake to bring home. Do we have a deal?

Perfect! I’ll let you go now, and be right behind you. I’ll just grab the empty cups.

[Pause]

[Calling back the listener, with a “warned you” tone] Hey, only the cake.

[Sound of cups and spoons, footsteps]

Here is the rest of what we own them, and… oooh, this cake smells so good! [Excited] Shall we have a slice when we get home? Or maybe later, after dinner. Great! All right, let’s go.

[Door opening, bell ringing]

The snow it’s not going to stop soon… [worried] are you cold? I thought I saw you shivering a little bit. Hm, if you say so, okay, [Hopeful] Would it be a problem for you if we go to another place before going back home? I’d love to show you something, since it’s snowing.

[Happy] Here, come with me.

[Footsteps]

It’s pretty near, don’t worry, I wouldn’t have asked you to go there if we had to walk a lot under the snow. It’s just a minute, more or less.

[Relaxed] The village is so quiet when it’s snowing, it almost looks like a ghost town, don’t you think? But… it still brings out so much beauty. With everything quiet, everything covered in white… if only it wasn’t this cold, it would be perfect. Still, I think it’s better this snowy weather if compared to the suffocating heat of the summer. What do you think? Are you more of a winter person or a summer person?

Heh, I knew that. [Excited] Oh, we’re here!

[Happy] I’ve always loved this park, I remember once when this little lake froze, and thanks to the wizard I told you before, that made sure with his magic that the ice was stable and safe, there were kids skating on it. If you haven’t tried it yet, it’s super fun! I mean, after you go through the first struggling step of falling every few seconds. Well, that phase is also fun, but for those who watch. [Laugh]. Still, if it happens again this winter, I’d love to take you here... and skate with you. [Shyly] ...What do you think?

[Happy] Perfect! This year feels much more colder than the past one, so who knows, maybe we’ll get the chance. But... this wasn’t really the reason I brought you here, actually… come with me.

[Footsteps]

See this tree? It’s a silverleaf willow. While researching to find a remedy for your curse, I found out that this willow’s leaves are used as an ingredient for some kind of curses. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really help much with our case, but… I also found out that at the base of this willow, when it snows, if you use a specific spell, marvelous flowers can bloom. The magic helps transfer the vitality of the silver leaves to the snow that settles on them, and directly to the ground without it dispersing, thus allowing these rare flowers to blossom. Here, look:

[small pause] You first touch the silver leaves, and you let the snow melt upon your fingers. Then you touch the ground underneath, without waiting for too long, and… here the magic makes its trick. Look… it’s blooming.

[Gentle] Isn’t it beautiful? That’s the silverleaf lily. It… doesn’t really have any purpose, and it’s something that wouldn’t exist without the help of magic, but… I personally find it lovely.

I’m so happy it snowed today, so I was able to show it to you! And… here, take it.

[Happy] You know, since it’s the result of a spell, it’s not really going to wither. You can turn it into a pin for your hair, or for your clothes… I think it would look great on you either way.

Of course you can keep it! That’s… the point, after all. [Chuckle] Take it as a “thank you” for the cake. [Shyly] And, maybe also as… [small pause, slightly sad] uhm, no, never mind. I, uh… I think it’s better to go back home now. The sun will set soon, and [Cheerful again] we still have some snow bunny to make! Oh, wait, maybe you wanted to make some snow cat? [Laugh]

Okay, okay, let’s go. Let me know if you feel too cold, you can snuggle up to me if you need to.

[Footsteps]

Kitty?

[Gentle] Thank you for coming with me today. I really had a lot of fun, and I hope it was the same for you.

[Relieved] I’m happy to hear that, kitty. Really happy.

[newtthetranswriter]

Hello may I request a match up for Black Clover, Demon Slayer, and Jujutsu Kaisen please? :) I’m a straight female and my pronouns are she/her.

I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. The same goes for when I’m like shy Y’know? Its just that it’s much more less cause the last thing I want is awkward silence. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷‍♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬

A/n: Hello, I’m sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it. You are the first person to request Black clover so that was a nice change, I really enjoy it and hope more people request it soon. Anyway, have a great day and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Black Clover: Finral Roulacase

Finral may come off as a player and like someone who cares to much for appearances at first but deep down he just wants someone who is kind and understands him

He doesn’t care that you like to wear sweats and relax all the time listening to music or reading, he loves relaxing with you

I can definitely see him trying to encourage you to get out of your shell and wearing your hair up outside of the hide out, but he won’t push it if you tell him to leave it alone

Finral just wants to take you to the most amazing places and show of his amazing girlfriend

If you’re at the hideout and Yami yells at you for something or Zora starts being an asshole, you bet Finral grows a back own for once and tells them to back off, he just doesn’t want to see you cry

He does enjoy when you start making jokes with Magna or Luck, the smile you get while laughing at their random arguments is the best thing in the world to him

Finral also loves your eyes, even if you or anyone else tries to say they look soulless, he just brushes it off and goes on to list how beautiful they are and that when the sun hits them just right they shine so magnificently.

Demon Slayer: Inosuke Hashibira

Inosuke is confused at first as to why you’re so quiet around him but after talking with Tanjiro and finding out you are probably shy, he tries to make you feel more comfortable

Making jokes and being his normal idiot self, somehow worked out the best way to make you comfortable is just be himself

When you start opening up and joining in on his jokes, he is so happy

Loves to try and get you to prank Zenitsu with him even if it’s just you distracting the blonde while he dumps water over the boy’s head

If anyone and I mean anyone makes you cry or almost cry they face his wrath, that includes the Hashira

Tengen makes a dumb comment that could be interpreted as an insult, Inosuke is trying to beat his ass. A demon calls you weak while out on a mission with him, that demon didn’t get another word out before its head was rolling across the ground

He’s very protective and will make sure you know he has your back

Also you are the only person he consistently call by their actual name, he never gets it wrong

Jujutsu Kaisen: Toge Inumaki

Toge completely understands being shy at first, after all he has to be careful around new people, cause they may find it odd he speaks in such a unique way

Once you are both comfortable around each other, Toge is his usual playful self and loves that you enjoy making jokes with him

He loves that you have such a wide range of hobbies, it means more fun date ideas

Going to the park and taking pictures of random things or each other, staying in and playing games while a collaborative playlist blasts in the background

Even if others may find it weird that you use filler words like ‘uh’ or ‘um’ all the time, he loves it because it show you are doing your best to communicate clearly even if you don’t have the same limitations as him

Toge just all around understands having trouble articulating what's on your mind so if you just need a break from talking he’s down to just cuddle or if you still want to express yourself he hands over his phone with an open notes app so you guys can type what you want to say

Also if he finds out someone made you cry or insulted you to the point you almost cried, they better hope he doesn’t find him because he will rock their world and he won’t even have to speak to do it, he’ll just beat their ass

[faithfromanewperspective]

Thomas/Tracey Lightwood: the trendsetter, protector, and more of a leader than we realise

I’ve come to the realisation that the main common thing the Merry Thieves have (aside from parents who are all friends and living in London and the same age) is that none of them are really compliant to the status quo. James is polite, but he will throw you in the river if you insult downworlders; Christopher won’t pick fights but he does have a fairly alternative pastime 90% of the time, Matthew identifies himself as a bohemian, and Thomas—well, we’ll get to him. In short, I see Thomas as the most quietly rebellious of them all, and somehow it took seeing him reimagined as a girl to see that.

This one’s actually quite a lot of Thomas, even though I will reference @thevagabondexpress’ genderbent counterpart. So, if you like Thomas or Thomastair, read on! Hopefully there’s something interesting here, and to set the mood, a simple playlist of Dorothea by Taylor Swift and Social Casualty by 5SOS. Why? Because I saw Tracey Lightwood grow into herself: someone who breaks the rules with the kind of expertise it takes to set trends and make meaningful change. We all want to be her, and she successfully manages not to be a victim of authority.

I’m going to go back to the beginning with this. In NBS, he’s the quiet one of the friend group who doesn’t like attention (James almost immediately sees their similarities, and makes sense, for he probably knew Thomas the best after the falling out of a tree incident about 4 years prior). But, despite his mother having been a mundane, he doesn’t see the little injustices and microagressions James does—at one point when James explains something he’s very annoyed about Thomas says he never thought about it that way. He also tries to get his friends to stop embarrassing him (with little success), even sometimes coming across a bit critical of Christopher’s creative ideas (which is understandable for a 14yo, but at the same time could have developed into insecurities Kit didn’t deserve). Anyway, my point is he’s still coming across as a good kid, who wants to please, and fit in. But as early as CLS, in the flashback at the start, we see him finding Alastair’s rude comments funny, and gravitating towards Alastair, who, at the time, seems the complete opposite of the sweet, kind and eager to please façade (and I would say it is genuine, not fake, it’s part of his personality, just not the whole of it) he puts on. It’s the classic stereotypical good girl/bad boy situation (but made gayer, drawn out, and overall just much healthier). What I mean by that, is the fawn-response-is-my-go-to-because-I-hate-any-kind-of-attention-as-it-always-involves-being-fussed-over people pleaser longs to be free from the box and the never-ending demands of interpersonal perfection and is thus drawn to someone who breaks their own rules, and who, learning from, they could figure out how to be themselves (except it’s not thought through that fully, like ever, it’s more like brain sees freedom potential + hot person I can maybe connect to; sounds fun, sexy, exciting, and like we will be less burdened by this burden we’re trying not to break it to ourselves we’re carrying).

Reigning myself in from discussing a certain band’s playing in to that exact thought process, Thomas might remind me of Calum but we’re discussing books.

Anyway, maintaining this half-true façade, like any kind of masking (and Thomas most definitely is masking, out of fear of social disapproval and attention), eventually gets exhausting, and usually leads to it breaking at some point and some rebellion coming through. For some, being away from strict parents for the first time means a time for trying new, more out-there things (that we would usually associate with teenagers, but some of us, yes me included, were for whatever reason scared or not confident to rebel). For some, our parents aren’t even that strict or anything, but the simple fact that we’re known as being one way by those around us means we kind of just stick to the role they give us, and we don’t have a clean slate to discover who we are behind all the masking and assumptions until we move somewhere we don’t know anyone. Thomas is the latter: when he moves to Spain, he gets a new weapon, the Bolas, he gets a tattoo, he goes to parties where he doesn’t know anyone even though it’s scary, and he more generally explores simply existing rather than being the ‘kind one’ of his friend group, or being Sophie and Gideon’s tiny, sickly youngest child. In some ways, his growth spurt is representative of a greater personal growth. Love that for him. And I think Chain of Gold is a bit of a weird mix of supportive friends ‘comrades with a gentle giant! Yay! Lets see tattoo hehe’ and viewing him in a box: ‘the kind one’ ‘our True Thomas?’ (in reference to his recommendation of not admitting to burning the house down).

But at least he’s portrayed as having a mind of his own (he got a tattoo, he chose not to go with his family but stay to help out in London, he was the first to befriend Alastair in London til Matthew dropped the bomb on him quite rudely). And this is where we get to the gender lens. For a man, this is somewhat bare minimum, expected. For a woman, it’s a statement (cue, Tessa Gray, ‘a woman with tattoos?’). And this is Tracey. She’s got a mind of her own: she got a tattoo, she has her ears pierced in a time it was uncommon (how rebellious, am I right?). She is a protector, of her friends especially but she’s also restless to be a hero, and doesn’t care about the risk. She helps Alice with her case, which we probably associate more with kindness than the kind of protectiveness that’s normalised in men but seems almost like, quoting Anna Lightwood, ‘stealing fire from the gods’ in a woman. But it's all part of the same picture. That, with her height and build, make her not exactly unfeminine but the kind of empowered that most women of her era never get to be, but in their hearts really want to. It makes sense why when she gets a bob out of necessity (10 years ahead of mundane fashion too) the practical and metamorphosing Christa and the fashionista Michelle follow her. And, unlike with Thomas, when she accepts Alice, her friends do pretty much follow her lead without fuss.

She’s still Thomas in so many ways: she’s not trying to get attention. It’s not her fault everyone would want to be her. Just like it’s not Thomas’ fault he grew up tall and muscular and handsome when he would much rather take up much less space, both literally and socially. Tracey surely is insecure about her size as well—and for both of them it’s something other people admire, and certainly don’t discriminate against them for—but the reaction does look slightly different. For Tracey, it’s more noticed, even unconsciously, but for Thomas, it’s more a passing observation. Though that could be something to do with the ratio of Alice POV to Alastair POV. Still, Tracey does come off a little more respected. Less restricted by her friends, maybe, or less affected by it if she is. Maybe because like how Thomas is emotional support person of the Merry Thieves (and that’s generally seen as a more feminine role) Tracey also usurps gender roles by being the protector. A bit less emotionally intertwined with their offenses, able to agree with Alice’s assessment of Judith as Claude’s ‘amnesiac trainwreck of a wife’ while she’s missing (I think Thomas would be fuming at that and very worried about James in that situation).

Backtracking a little—throughout the series, Thomas’ need to not be constricted comes out, most notably in his lone patrols. For Tracey, it’s much the same, but it also shows when she befriends Alice and actually defends her in front of her friends. She seems more confident. Maybe that’s why she’s such a trendsetter and you can’t help but want to be her a little. Maybe that’s why she can attempt to do her vigilante patrols without being placed under lock and key as a woman would usually be. I’ll think of her, and her confidence, when I go for that overdue haircut and my next piercing which will hopefully be creative in a good way and not simply strange (but who cares if it is, right?). And yet, somehow in the construction of this amazing character, she does lose some of that relatableness and adorable awkwardness that makes Thomas Thomas—and, to your credit, we mostly don’t see until Chain of Thorns (after we know him for everything else I’ve mentioned, he really is a beautifully real and complex character). Because it’s not like Thomas isn’t confident—he’s just got a bit of a dependent relationship with his friends, and most people he knows in general—considering his childhood, who is surprised? He is actually secure in his sexuality and confident to come out as gay—I think the only reason he doesn’t earlier is because he knows he likes Alastair and that Matthew will flip and he doesn’t want what he views as an irrational crush on someone he has beef against to cause conflict. Part of the way he’s protective of his friends is that he’s scared of making them feel hurt even briefly. I think Alastair helps him outgrow that. Because he does have a lot of Tracey Lightwood in him. Alastair knows he’s proud and good and has the heart of a hero. Yes he gets love for being awkward and a simp but Thomas is so much more than that, and there’s still more growing he has to do to grow into himself, even after Madrid and Paris where he first tasted freedom, and fully realise who he is—and who I needed Tracey Lightwood to be written to properly see.

Who Alastair saw all along, and I hope that as James and Matthew move past everything they've gone through pre- and during tlh that kept them both not exactly present, will also get to know and celebrate.

[euphor1a]

hello. just wanted to say that I love all your works.

funny story, your fic was actually the first ever fanfic that I read. it was a little over a year back, I was in a not-so-good headspace. and just searched up 'yeonjun fanfic' on google lmao just for the heck of it. tried wattpad, was scarred💀 twt was just not for me. and then tried tmblr and was greeted by one of your yeonjun drabbles. ngl, I was a little taken aback at the liberal use of the obscene words lmao. and then since I didn't know how to actually use tmblr, I just read all of your works. and I mean all. so the works that literally don't even exist anymore, I've read them too!

so I've been with your works way back when you were cupidchois. and my tmblr journey began with you so you're like the OG for me lol.

also, the not-so-good-headspace was due to this huge huge life changing entrance exam I had and your fics provided comfort. but when the exam date was too near, I stopped using tmblr for like 3 months.

but before going, I read whatever little part of bewitched you had written and remember thinking that okay when I come back after all this time, it might be a completed series. also, the release date for the yj sugarpapi fic was 14 feb but you said you needed more time. and I thought yeah I'm gonna be gone a long long time. it'll be there when I come back.

if only I knew lol. when I came back you had a brand new blog, half of your fics were missing, sugarpapi never came out, and get this, bewitched had actually gone BACKWARDS because you decided to rewrite it! lmfao, I'm not tryna sound rude or pushy at all. please dont take it the wrong way. the situation was just sooo funny.

so yeah, that's my history with your blog lol.

anywhoo, love your works a whole lot and thank you for introducing me to this hellsite without even knowing it<3

much love<3

... wow 😭😭😭, i’m genuinely struggling to find words to type here. Goodness. This is making me feel so many emotions like kdghfghfgh HOLD AWN 😭

!!! Thank you so much for sending this in, first of all?? This is like a peak moment™ of my tumblr life i’m not even kidding 😭!!! Especially because I kinda ended up joining tumblr in a very similar way, except that my OG was far more consistent than me with their blog and works 😅! Take me back to 2017 pls—

I’m pretty sure a lot of us here actually started out with just searching up fanfics on google and then finding tumblr in the search results. Because same! I did not know something like tumblr existed and my experience with wattpad was equally traumatising 😵; thank god for the hellsite. It sure is very annoying at times but it’s also nice that we can have our own little bubble here!

Lsjskdjkfj “liberal use of the obscene words” IM DYING 😭! Thank you for still reading them though 😭! A part of me is very embarrassed because I’ve... well, grown to find my old stuff very poorly written (hence all the rewriting) but a part of me is? Super fucking flattered? And proud? THANK YOU 🙈🙈

The fact that whatever the fuck I wrote actually provided comfort to a human being is enough for me to just go on and quit everything and live a life of a saint. It’s crazy... I never dared to imagine that my writing could actually do that? Because I always think that whatever I write is pretty forgettable tbh. Like you read it and move on and never think back. Anyway, I hope you are feeling better now, lovely 🥺! I’ve been in similar places throughout my life and damn I know how badly education related pressure fucks you up :(

Ah yes... Bewitched. Sigh. I have a love-hate relationship with that kid. I think I have mentioned this before in some random rant post, but god, rewriting is so hard. Because I spend most of the time regretting how I wrote it instead of the actual fixing and editing and rewriting. I won’t abandon it, but at this rate I’m not sure when I’ll be able to invest myself completely in rewriting either. It’s only harder because my daydreams have no ends and the amount of newer wips that I want to finish and post keeps increasing. And to top it off, there’s ✨real life✨, being an absolute pain in the ass constantly.

Also Sugarpapi 😭! It’s honestly me vs. the unrealistic high standards I’ve set for myself at this point. But you know what? I’ll take my time with it. Because I think taking it slow is better in all aspects. Like yeah, I could just half-ass it and put all the pressure in the world on myself to finish it sometime soon, but we all know that’ll be a mess itself, and will make me one too. It’s coming. I promise. Maybe in another year 💀

“If only I knew” — me at least twice a day skshksjk 😭;; it be like that 🙁! Apologies for the unexpected jump-scares you got from my whole new blog and all :'))

I will eventually repost the works people wanted to be reposted — surprise, almost all of my cupidchois’ masterlist actually ended up there after I rounded everything up (and almost nothing from my bts blog minus the reactions), so there’s that. And, I can’t even explain how much this ask actually means to me. Crazy stuff. Life changing.

Thank you so much!!! I’m sending you a parcel full of positive energy and my love, which is not enough but it’s the best I can do atm </3

[tree0frog]

Hello may I request an AOT matchup please? I’m a straight female and my name is Xiomara!

I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! I mostly do these hobbies solo though since I’m either too scared or nervous to ask someone or even a friend to participate with me. My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷‍♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I’m also 5’5 ft tall. I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬 Also, I smile at almost everything and anything. I’m one of those people where even in awkward, inappropriate, or tense situations— I’ll smile. It’s especially always common for me to smile when I’m nervous. Most people find this trait comical lol. But in situations where I shouldn’t be smiling but do, I never smile to upset people, I smile because I’m either extremely nervous or I just thought of something funny. Another trait I have that I’ve gotten called weird for is how often I laugh during the night rather than the day. I just feel like during the nights I remember more hilarious things than I usually do during the day. I also laugh really loud when I’m alone so I guess hearing loud laughter in the nighttime is in fact weird 🤥 And as for what I look for in a partner, literally anything. In fact, I’m not picky at all when it comes that.

Hi i am soo sorry on how long this took me.

Matchups

i pair you with Moblit

Like yourself, he is a quiet individual who you would have anything in common with

At the start of each week, the two of you would start a new puzzle together and just bask in each other company.

He finds it cute when you want to ask something but back down.

can and will read you like an open book.

if you are a fellow solder he will go out of his way to make sure your safe if not that's ok I think he would like a little normal within his life

Moblit would get a little freaked out when you started to laugh one night and had to explain why that incident was funny to him.

[getthebutters]

Your breakup is a good thing

Here we are, right before Valentine’s Day. So, it’s likely you are or are about to find yourself single. But hear me out, that’s a good thing.

It’s a general rule that breakups suck and one right before Valentine’s or some other event sucks so much more, supposedly. But let’s think about this a little more factually, said the autistic.  

The Cold CALCULATIONS of Breakups

Back in 2011, Facebook released a chart showing the most common times that people change their relationship status to single. The most common time is the two weeks before Christmas. Then there’s April Fool’s Day, which is rude but funny at the same time. Then there’s the weeks leading up to spring break and summer break, so people can be free to do what they want. But the fourth most common time for a breakup is – drum roll, please – the two weeks before Valentine’s Day.

So, when you think about it, most breakups are tied to another big event. It’s the most common breakup experience. In fact, it kinda seems like people just generally choose a convenient time for them VS any thoughtfulness on softening the blow for their partner. Despite the cold factuality of this, I think it’s a kind gesture for both parties.

Too many relationships end after they’ve become resentful and toxic. I personally believe you should leave just because it’s unfulfilling or annoying, even if I’m the one being left. Relationships are too important and take up too much brain space to just let things fester.

Why we linger

Originally, when tackling these topics, I’d say that you should wait. I was concerned about doing the “right” thing in a cosmic sense. Now, I realize:

·         I was avoiding inevitable guilt as the person most likely to do the severing.

·         I was avoiding my fear of abandonment in either case.

·         I was avoiding the loss of intimacy.

·         I was avoiding the effort and vulnerability of finding someone new.

·         I was avoiding public and private embarrassment for making a “bad” dating decision.

Notice, I wasn’t holding on for hope or love, just fear. I’m not special, in this way. This sort of thinking is why so many relationships trail on until they explode. Instead, they should just end, regardless of the date. I guarantee that one more night of indentured romance is unlikely to reignite the damp log that used to burn bright and warm your relationship. But it is likely that you’ll trick yourself into letting things hobble along.

WHY WE SHOULDN’T

If someone wants to leave me, I’d rather not collect more experiences to look back on and wonder how I missed the signs of love leaving. I’d rather be thankful to the person brave enough to save us from our shared misery than villainizing someone I once cared for.

If I’m the one ready to leave, I’d rather make a prideworthy decision than interrogate my intuition and gaslight myself. I’d also rather spend Valentine’s alone, loving myself than feeling tense, distant, or confused. I can’t avoid the feelings of guilt, loss and shame forever. Plus, I’d be miserable in the meantime connected to someone I don’t like anymore.

IT’s A MATTER OF KINDNESS

Our understanding of kindness and cruelty is often skewed to keep things as they are VS assessing the weight of our inaction. I feel like this is just cowardice disguised. Kinda like not telling a friend their outfit is ugly, their fly is down, or their breath is bad. Or more correctly, it’s like leaving a deer you hit with your car to bleed out slowly and painfully in the middle of the road.

In all these situations, the kindest thing to do is show care and concern for the well-being of others. You should always help your friends look better, smell better, and keep their desired private parts private. In the case of your struggling relationship, treat it like a deer you hit. Put it out of its misery. Hell, for all you know, they could also be begging for death.

If you are reading this newly single, that didn’t magically ease your sense of grief. But that’s not what I’m here for, I’m shit at soothing people. But I’m surprisingly good at offering a unique perspective that’s directly opposed to melodrama. Hopefully, I did help you break the cloud of grief and sorrow a little.

[moresassythanclassy]

Part 12/? Kate/Anthony scenes I will never get over

Season 2 Episode 2: Off to the Races

To be completely honest I’ve always been slightly bothered by this scene, and although I’m not entirely sure why, I guess it’s mostly because of the way Kate is treated and made to essentially look like the bad guy. But anyway, let’s unpack it for a minute.

First, Anthony gains an audience with Edwina and starts to read the poem(?) Benedict wrote, passing it off as his own, but he takes one look at Kate and can’t continue on. Despite having just gained the upper hand against Kate, he can’t help but be his authentic self around her. And this is something we continue to see throughout the entire season--Anthony may be able to put on a good show for Edwina, but since the very beginning Anthony and Kate have always shown each other who they truly are. 

(Side note: I still find it absolutely hilarious how Anthony went to so much trouble to court Edwina, yet falls in love with the other sister, who he didn’t have to do anything for but be himself. I know a lot of us tend to feel as though Anthony got off a little too easy what with all the drama he ended up causing (I am one of those people), but knowing the lengths he went to just to have it blow up in his face is awfully funny and a little bit satisfying.) 

(Another side note: I know I give Anthony a lot of crap but I swear I really do love him!)

Anyway, after he makes his cute little speech about action and duty and charms Edwina (who, in my opinion, behaved like a petulant child toward Kate in this scene, which annoys me to no end), Anthony can’t help but slide his gaze over to Kate while he’s literally in the midst of conversation with his soon-to-be intended.

They stare at each other like TWO COMPLETE WEIRDOS and don’t stop until Edwina (who truly is that blind and doesn’t even notice) brings Anthony out of his reverie.

Kate, overwhelmed by some emotion she can’t yet put a finger on, starts to leave the room in a rush, only to run into one of the butlers.

Everyone gasps like she’s murdered someone (seriously, calm the eff down people, it wasn’t that big of a deal) further embarrassing Kate, and she isn’t even in the right mindset to apologize.

The only one who couldn’t care less about what Kate actually did and is thinking more about the meaning behind it is Anthony, who is warring with his need to understand Kate’s emotions and why he needs to know and why he cares so much about them.

Anyway, after a fun little talk with Lady Danbury, Kate returns, and immediately is brought into conversation by two men (Side note: I know they’re meant to be conversing with her to win over her affections because of Edwina but can we get real for a minute and just acknowledge the fact that Kate is the SMOKING HOT one in this family??? Like COME ON, there is NO WAY Anthony is the only one who truly notices (although Dorset does later, I suppose, but STILL)). But anyway, Anthony resumes his staring the moment she returns STILL LIKE AN ABSOLUTE WEIRDO, causing Violet to turn and look as well, wondering exactly what is going on and why Kate made such a fool of herself earlier.

I’m assuming that in this moment Violet still thinks Anthony is genuinely frustrated with Kate, although that obviously changes later.

So there we have it, the beginning of an entire season full of staring like absolute fools in love! Hope you enjoyed my thoughts, and please feel free to share any input you have on this scene, or any others, because you may have seen it a lot differently than myself. That was a long one but if you actually made it through thanks for reading!