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system-to-the-madness · 7 months

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Secret Notes and Misunderstandings - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 3 420 Warnings: Use of y/n, Tanaka and Noya Summary: You receive secret notes from someone. If only they were from your crush Suga A/N: I’m not really happy with the style of this one…

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It had to be every schoolgirl’s dream, receiving cute notes written by a secret admirer, pushed into her locker every morning. And the notes were cute, they really were. Never creepy or offensive, just sweet.

It had started almost a month ago. One morning you had opened your locker, only to find a small note fluttering out. Not recognizing it, you had unfolded the paper that seemed to have been ripped from a Kanji exercise book. In an unfamiliar handwriting, using what seemed like a fine 0.3mm black ink pen, a few words had been scribbled down, making a smile pull at your lips.

“I’m too shy to tell you this in person, but your presentation on the United Nations yesterday was crazy good.”

You had folded the note back together, and placed it in your pencil case, where it made you smile every time you glanced at it.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Sugawara, your classmate, had grinned when he had passed you during lunch break on this way to the sink.

You had shrugged, your heart beating faster when you had realized that Suga had addressed you. The feeling that ran through your body at every interaction with him was so different from the feelings the note had sparked, so much better.

The notes had started that day, and there had not been one day of school since then, that there hadn’t been one shoved into your locker in the morning. Over time they had gotten more personal, leaving less and less doubt about the author’s attraction to you. He (and you knew it was a guy by the words he used), was never offensive or creepy, just plainly sweet, complimenting the hair clip you had worn the other day, or sometimes even admitting how he wished he would be brave enough to talk to you normally, without these notes.

And the more he revealed his own thoughts, his own insecurities and wishes, the more he revealed of his heart, the worse you felt. The notes were cute, sweet, and normally you would have been dying to know who went through all the effort just for your sake. Maybe you would have been trying to find out who it was and asked them out, just because you felt like after all the effort he had made, he deserved you take a risk too.

But no matter how much you wanted to feel excited and honoured by these notes, there was still Suga. Suga who was in the same class as you and your mysterious admirer, Suga who was working hard in every subject, who helped the other students when they struggled, who laughed loud and unashamedly in the breaks, who’s smile was warm like summer sun beams, even when it was only late February. So really it was Sugawara’s fault, you thought to yourself, that you couldn’t reciprocate the feelings these notes conveyed. If it weren’t for your stupid, stupid, unrequited crush on him, you’d have tried to get into contact with the author of these notes weeks ago. But your heart was hopelessly hung up on someone else, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to let these feelings go.

So, when you stared down on what had to be the boldest note yet, you felt a little sick.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit with me for lunch for weeks now, but every time I think about getting up and asking you, I get so nervous that I can't even think properly anymore. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow. I want to make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. What do you think?"

The nervousness of the author as he had written these words and then pushed the note into your locker was basically seeping out of the paper into your hands, pleading you to be as nervous about him as he was about you. But instead, you knew he was just setting himself up for heartbreak. This had to stop. Now. You had allowed this boy to bring up his hopes for far too long now. You had to end this. Even if it would hurt him. Even when you would feel awful for breaking his heart. But it was better to end this now than to have him work up the courage to face you and then tell it into his face.

Although he did deserve a gentle let down, he didn’t deserve to torture himself before it. So, after your last class, you ripped out a page of your notebook and grabbed one of your pens. During class, between paying attention to the teachers’ words and the way Suga was bouncing his leg under the table on the other side of the classroom, you had mentally prepared what you wanted to write.

“Dear friend, thank you very much for all the notes over the past weeks. I have enjoyed reading them, but I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I already have someone I like, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you keep hoping I will return your feelings. In fact, I should have told you this a lot sooner, and I’m sorry for the pain I’m causing you now. Let this be the last exchange.”

You had been tempted to add words of reassurance or comfort, but you were worried they might make him hope against hope that you would eventually return his feelings. When the last class was over, you used a thin strip of washi-tape and stuck the note to your locker so it was blocking the little gap in the door. This way the note couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by whoever had sent you the others.

The next morning rolled around, and you were almost nervous, when you took off your shoes and placed them in the rack, going to your locker to grab your books for the day. The note you had stuck to its door the day prior was gone, and you already feared someone else might have removed it, but when you opened the locker, no new note came sailing out. You were almost a little disappointed. But you had asked him to stop writing, so you had gotte what you wanted. This was for the best. Let him be disappointed or maybe even a little heartbroken, and by next week he would have moved on.

When you entered the classroom, you found, much to your surprise, that yesterday’s note hadn’t been the last. Instead, someone had placed two wrapped onigiri on your table, and a note underneath. Up until now, the paper had always been torn neatly out of notebooks, the signs evenly paced and written with precision. This time, even though it was the by now familiar handwriting, the page seemed to have been ripped out in haste, the words smeared over the paper, smudging the ink.

“I already made these, and I thought you should have them. If you don’t want them, leave them on the desk during lunch break and I’ll take them back. This is my last note. Thanks for your honesty.”

You bit your lip, staring down at the paper. You could tell his hand had shaken when he had written this note. While nervousness had seeped out of the other notes, this one seemed to ooze pain. He’ll get over it, you thought to yourself, over me.

Quickly you crumbled the note in your hand, pushing the onigiris to the edge of the table, not intending to eat them. With a few steps you made your way to the paper basked, discarding the final note of your secret admirer. On your way back to your desk, your eyes skipped over to where Suga was sitting, as always when you got the chance.

He sat backsided on a chair, arms crossed over the backrest, chin propped on his lower arm. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in the short sleeved, white button-up of the uniform. Warm spring sunlight flitted in through the window, catching in his silver hair and making it gleam like star light. He looked angelic, you thought to yourself. Even though Daichi was telling him something, and laughing at his side, Suga barely seemed to listen, his gaze absentmindedly directed into the distance. He looked pale, you realized, pale and tired. Hopefully he wouldn’t get sick in the last weeks of the school year.

Suddenly his gaze drew away from wherever he had stared of to, and directed itself to you instead. You felt like your heart almost stopped at the way his coffee brown eyes bore into you, and feeling your cheeks heat up, you lifted your hand to wave at him with a smile. Instead of returning the gesture, he only seemed to tense, before tearing his eyes away from you and sitting up, saying something to Daichi instead.

Confused at his unusual reaction, you walked back to your seat, sitting down. The onigiri in front of you seemed to mock you, and far more frequent than usually your gaze flickered over to Suga during the day. His mood didn’t seem to better though, and in fact it grew only grimmer when he caught you staring at him once.

You were not the only one who seemed to pick up on his unusual behaviour, because as the bell rang for lunch break, you overheard Daichi ask him if everything was okay. Suga only answered he was fine, even though he sounded upset and annoyed, but the rest of the conversation got drowned out by the voices of other students.

Like every day, you left the classroom at the beginning of lunchbreak to refill your bottle at the water fountain in the hallway. Today you made sure to take an extra few minutes; hopefully giving the author of the notes you had received enough time to retrieve the onigiri from your desk. And sure enough, by the time you returned to the classroom, they were gone.

The rest of the day went by without any other incidents, unless one counted Suga’s terrible mood. Even across the classroom it seemed to rub off on you. Originally you had wanted to pay closer attention to the other boys, trying to see if anyone’s behaviour differed from usually which might give them away as the author of the messages, but instead your focus was entirely on Suga and what you could do to cheer him up.

When the last class ended, and you still hadn’t thought of anything useful to say to Suga, you just opted for a wave and a smile, as you usually did, bidding him goodbye before heading off to your club. But unlike all the other days, he ignored you completely, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart heavy.

It was already growing dark outside when you hasted through the corridors of the school again. Your club had finished only a few minutes ago, when you had remembered there was a book you needed for homework, so you were on your way back to the lockers. You had almost reached them, when suddenly the voices of two students made you stop.

“He explicitly said not to get involved,” the one nagged.

“But have you seen him? Can you really just stand by and watch him suffer like that,” the other voice replied.

Carefully you snuck around the last corner, finding two boys standing in front of your locker. Even in the dim light you could make out the one’s buzzcut and the other’s unruly hair. They were both in the year below you, you realized, and members of the volleyball team, teammates of Suga’s. The one with the unruly hair was trying to push a piece of paper through the gap below the door into your locker.

You were about to ask them what they were up to. After all, neither of them couldn’t have been the one writing the notes you had received; that person was in your class. You knew that from the references to your classwork he had been making.

“You know, he’s gonna hate you when he finds out you got involved.”

“So what, let him hate me! As long as he gets his girl! (Y/n) just has to give him a second chance!”

“Who am I supposed to give a second chance,” you asked out loud, stepping out from behind the corner.

The two boys jumped in surprise as your presence, the one with the unruly hair, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

“Well, you see, the thing is our set-,” he started, immediately receiving a harsh nudge from his friend.

“And what were you trying to push into my locker,” you added. Usually you were not very intimidating, but being a year older than them had its perks: they had to respect you. Demanding, you held out your hand.

The boy with the blond streak in this dishevelled hair shot his friend a side glance before stepping forward and dropping the paper into your outstretched hand.

“Have you been the ones putting notes into my locker,” you asked.

“Yes, well, no. Maybe. Sometimes,” the boy with the buzzcut answered. Tanaka, you remembered.

“What is it now. Have you or have you not?”

“Sometimes,” the other one – Nuka? Nayo? Noya? Oh yes, Noya was his name – answered. “Sometimes we delivered them for our friend, when you had club late and there was the chance of you running into Su-“

He got interrupted by another shove between his ribs. He coughed.

Biting your lip, you twirled the paper between your fingers. You could find out who had sent you all these notes, you realized. You just had to ask now. Tanaka would probably be quiet, but Noya seemed eager to make you like whoever had sent them to deliver them. But did you want to know? Did you really want to go to class tomorrow, look at the person who had written these notes and pretend you didn’t know?

“Please,” Tanaka interrupted your thoughts. “Can’t you give our friend a chance? We know you like someone else, but you’ll forget about that guy in no time, I promise! Our friend is like- he’s the best guy there is really. He’s smart, and patient, and funny-”

“Charming, good-looking, athletic,” Noya continued. “A little chaotic sometimes maybe, but he has like the biggest heart-”

You shook your head. “Listen guys, Tanaka-kun, Noya-kun. I appreciate your effort and I know you just want to see your friend happy, but as I already wrote him: there is someone else I like, and it wouldn’t be right to let your friend hope that my feelings will change eventually. That’s just not fair.”

“But you should’ve seen him today during practice,” Noya continued. “He was not himself! He was devastated! And Suga’s ready to let you walk away because he respects you, but I- we think-”

“Wait, wait,” you lifted your hands in the air, signalling him to stop talking. Your heart was racing. “Say that again.”

“He respects you and-”

“No, you said his name,” you disagreed.

The boys exchanged glances.

“He’ll kill you,” Tanaka mumbled to Noya.

“Did you say Suga,” you asked.

Their silence was answer enough.

All this time you had wanted Suga to notice you and all this time it had been him who had sent you these notes? And then you had rejected him? Was that why he had been so pale today, why he hadn’t smiled at you today? Because you had rejected him, not even knowing who you had rejected? Your heart dropped and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath your feet. You had to fix that. Somehow you had to fix this stupid, stupid situation.

“Do you have a pen?”

Tanaka rummaged around in his pocket, before handing you a blunt pencil. You took it anyway. Unfolding the paper you had taken from Noya, you placed it against the closest locker, flipping it to its empty side.

“What’s Suga’s favourite onigiri filling,” you asked, glancing at Tanaka and Noya from over your shoulder.

“Salmon,” they answered at the same time without hesitation.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you sure?”

“We talked about it just the other day,” Tanaka assured you.

“He said, he likes them because you like them,” Noya added. You exhaled slowly, trying not to laugh. This sounded so much like something Suga would say.

Putting the pen down, you began writing.

“Noya and Tanaka ranted you out. Don’t be mad at them, I made them tell me. Let’s eat lunch together. I’ll make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. We can eat outside under the plum tree. The blossoms are your favourite, aren’t they?”

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you folded the paper, and pushed it into Suga’s locker, making the two boys exchange wide eyed glances.

“What did you write,” they asked excitedly as you returned to your locker to retrieve the book you had come here for.

“Are you giving him a second chance?”

“You’ll see,” you answered with a smile.

The next morning, Suga was already sitting in the classroom when you entered, like he did every morning. When he saw you sitting down behind your own desk, he quickly exchanged a few words with Daichi, before walking over.

Pink was dusting his cheeks, the colour almost matching that of the plum blossoms outside. He was nervous, you could tell, fiddling around with a piece of paper between his fingers. Watching him walk over, your own pulse spiked. Yesterday you had been filled with confidence when you had written the note, but today it all seemed unreal. That was until he dropped the small piece of paper on the desk in front of you, leaning against the table.

For a moment you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes nervous but also filled with warmth as he glanced down to you, then you reached for the paper. He had rolled it into a tight scroll, probably an act of nervosity while he had waited for you. For the first time the note didn’t contain any words, only a doodled Smilie. The smile on your face was instantaneous, and quickly you looked back up to Suga, who was full on blushing now.

“I know, I said I’d stop it with the notes, but…” he shrugged bashfully, making you laugh quietly.

“No, that’s okay,” you let him know.

“I do gotta ask though- not that I’m complaining, just curious – what changed your mind?”

He’s still smiling, but you could hear the insecurity in his voice as well.

Inhaling deeply, you settled for the truth. “Turned out the guy I rejected was actually the guy I was rejecting him for.”

Suga just furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I mean is,” you shuffled in your seat a little, wondering if the words would come any easier if you sat differently or if Suga weren’t nailing you to the chair with the intensity with which he was considering you now. “You’re the guy I was talking about in that note, the person I like. I didn’t know you were also the person sending me these notes.”

Finally, the last bit of hesitation seemed to melt away from Suga. “Lucky then, that I like you, too,” he teased, making your heart stutter and his cheeks tint an even deeper pink. “Sooo, are we eating lunch together?"

You nodded. “I made onigiri, like promised. Is salmon really your favourite filling?”

Suga laughed. “Yeah, it is. Always has been, since I was little.”

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the teacher, calling the beginning of the class.

Quickly he pushed away from your desk, winking at you mischievously. This Suga was so very different from the disappointed, heartbroken Suga from yesterday. You knew exactly which one you preferred. He turned around and hurried back to his desk, but not before dropping another note to your table, this one folded several times.

As the teacher began the class, you quickly unfolded the paper under your desk, reading the few words Suga had written down. This time they were a lot neater than the note he had left with the rejected onigiri the day prior.

“I mean it. I really like you too.”

And underneath he had drawn a tiny, almost hesitant doodle of a heart.

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vimara00 · 9 months

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Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ Today I decided to write something with the trope "she fell first but he fell harder" because I can. Also, I wanna wish u a Merry Christmas!!! 🎅 🎄

Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙈)

Pd: It's gonna be a part 2

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: jealousy

Too blind to see (Kirishima x F!reader)

(Image created with AI)

Kirishima and y/n have known each other since birth as both of their mothers were friends. They dreamed of the two of them getting along and, in an ideal future, getting married and giving them grandchildren, but it was too early for the last part. They became inseparable and did everything together; They went to the same kindergarten, same high school, and even managed to enter the UA. However, because of y/n "sanation" quirk, she was at another class. But that wasn't an impediment for seeing each other every day. And when she wasn't with Kirishima and his friends, she would be helping on the nursery as part of her training. Her mentor, Recovery girl, always said that she'll take her place when she retired, so y/n needed to work extra hard if she wanted to be able to save heroes' lives during battle.

Kirishima was y/n's number one fan; she was his muse, his rock, and his 'best friend' while for her...he was way more than that. She was in love with her best friend and came with the realisation, at a very young age, that he didn't see her as a potential partner so she kept her mouth shut for all this years, scared of rejection.

However, lately, Kirishima's been more protective than normal; At first, she thought it probably had something to do with the LOV's recent attack, but certain actions made her think otherwise...

The other day, Deku came in with new injuries, and because he was a regular patient, he talked a lot with y/n while she treated his wounds. They became very good friends as she was one of the few who knew of OFA. Kirishima hadn't noticed how close they were till he came in later that day to check on Midoriya and found them siting next to eachother (shoulders touching and being VERY VERY close for his liking) reading and talking about his notes. He was standing at the door annoyed by the scene happening in front of him, and suddenly, a new sensation came with it, one he couldn't put into words, but it felt similar to fear. Of what? He was yet to find out...

He decided enough was enough and entered the room, making his presence known. Izuku might have noticed the intense look Kirishima was giving him cause he tensed and moved a little so his body wasn't touching hers at all; He knew that, even though the redhead was such a great guy, when it came to her, he sure as hell would beat someone up just because that person looked the wrong way (Midoriya has seen it many times). Y/n didn't think much of it as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and kept doing some reports that Recovery girl has left for her. After she was done, they left so Izuku could rest, but not before she gave him a quick hug and said their goodbyes. Kirishima was rather quiet all the way to her doorm, and once they arrived, he said 'You are really close with Midoriya, ah?' 'Yes, he's a really nice guy! He comes almost every day so he's my favorite patient by now' His face turned into a frown to that and respond 'Is that so?' He hadn't stopped looking intensibly at her, and it was making the e/c girl nervous. <Why does he sound like he's jealous?> The girl was wondering when suddenly, he grabbed her forearm gently so her body was now facing him. His eyes were no longer on her but the floor, and he whispered 'I don't like you being that friendly with him. I'm supposed to be the one who receives your hugs and the one you tend their wounds of!' He paused for a few seconds and finally looked at her as he continued 'I don't like sharing your attention or you affection. I know it's selfish but lately, when I see you with others, it hurts and it annoys me...I feel kind of left out and I don't like it one bit' Someone would of assumed this 'sensations' Kirishima was having were of pure jealousy or envy because of the threaten of her finding someone else and that this might have been his confession but no. He's convinced himself, and her, that it was his mission as a 'big bro' that he needed to be sure the guy she settled for was a nice one. That night, both of them went to sleep with a huge weight of their hearts. Y/n because she realized that nothing has changed and that she'd always be his friend no matter how cute she dressed or how mature she acted, she'd never be his first option. As for him... He felt his chest tighten at the thought of her being with some other dude.

The next few days, he did everything in his power to not let Midoriya or any other of his friends near y/n, but he couldn't control everyone for too long, could he? It wasn't long enough until UA most handsome guy, had to pay a visit to the nursery and even took the chance to invite her to endeavors agency to work with them. She was very excited to tell him about what happened and that she accepted their offer, but Kirishima had to pretend that he was happy when he actually was feeling sad)?

Since then, mister cute face has spent too much time with her and did everything together; from eating lunch to going on missions alone and then having dinner at his house (Midoriya and Bakugou were there too but still) The redhead was going crazy to say the least. However, he began to wonder if these emotions were similar to the ones a brother would have for his little sister or more like a boyfriend would have for his girl. The word 'jealousy' came along with those thoughts and so he understood why he got so annoyed and anxious whenever she was with someone else or how worried he got by just the idea of her having a boyfriend or even marrying someone; marrying someone who wasn't him. He was in love with her! All this time, he actually thought he was doing the right thing by being protecting her from praying eyes but he was just keeping her to himself instead. He realized how mistaken he had been and needed to make his intentions clear for her even if she rejected him. He just needed to find the right time

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Part 2 in a few days 😉

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fandom-chic · 2 years

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The Time We Lost: Chapter 4

Summary: 40 years have passed since you saw Soldier Boy. Yet here he was at your door. With so many things having changed, will you two be able to withstand the modern world?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N

*JAMIE’S POV*

“Are you there yet?”

“Yeah, I just got to 5th and 81st; how long will I be waiting here?” Jamie says into the phone. The Manhattan crowds shove past him, acting as if a 6’3” wall of a man is not there. That is the main difference between Manhattan and Brooklyn, the number of people.

“Not long, Hughie, and I won’t take too much time.” Jamie could swear he heard Butcher’s lighter click on the other line. He shuddered at the idea of Billy’s plan, but it had to be done. After that day in the hospital, Jamie knew he had to take action into his own hands. His mother was dying. If there was a solution to this, he had to try and find it.

The plan wasn’t too complicated. On the contrary, it was straightforward: save the family from the burning building. He did this daily at his job. He knew it would just be another day in the office; however, this felt different. Usually, he only took his own life into his hands, but today, his mother was counting on him. No pressure, right?

“Alright, just give me the signal when you’re ready.” Jamie heard a dark chuckle on the other line.

“Oh, you will definitely get a signal.” Jamie could swear he heard Butcher smirking on the other line. Fuck that guy. Jamie lightly kicked an empty soda can in frustration, watching it fly a little farther than he wanted it to. Sometimes he forgets his strength, but here he was, planning to show it to the world. Letting himself finally fall onto the path his father had followed.

That might be why his mother was so protective of him. Jamie leans against a bodega, watching the people walk by as he remembers that conversation with his mother all those years ago.

He was barely sixteen when he came home from school with a giant smirk. Y/N could not help but smile back at her son as he seemed to glide into the yard.

“Well, someone had a good day at school,” She says, shutting her book. “What’s got you smiling so much?”

“I did a really good thing today.” He sounded excited, overjoyed about what had happened that day.

“What may that be?” She says, trying to match his energy.

“You know that kid Martin? The one in my English class who gets the shit beat outta him every other day? Well, today, they got a taste of their own medicine.” Immediately, Y/N’s smile dropped. Jamie’s was still plastered on his face as he continued, “Mom, I think it’s time I make something of myself. I want to follow my dad’s footsteps and try out for Vought-”

“No.” The thought had barely left his lips before Y/N shut him up. There was a beat before the inevitable question came up.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Jamie, we’ve talked about this. Being a full-time hero is extremely dangerous.” Y/N wanted to add the caveat that it’s what got his father killed, but Jamie already knew that.

“And that’s why I’d be so good at it! I’m basically indestructible.” He hits himself in the chest to prove to Y/N that he wasn’t stretching the truth.

“Jamie, it’s a no, and that’s final,” Y/N said, her voice cutting at the final syllable. Jamie takes a step toward his mother.

“Mom, it’s what I’m meant to do. I want to be like my dad. He was the greatest supe of all time, and I want to live up to him. I want to make him proud. Please?” Jamie was pleading, wishing with everything in his heart for this dream to come true. But it didn’t seem to be in the cards for him.

“How many times must I tell you that the answer is no? Do you want to wind up dead like your father? Do you want to make your loved ones constantly fear for your life? The answer better be no, or you’re no son of mine.” And at that, the conversation was truly over. Jamie could feel tears coming into his eyes as he ran past his mother into the house, slamming the front door behind him.

From that day forward, there was a rift between Jamie and Y/N. Things were said that couldn’t be unsaid. The day Jamie turned 18, he left home and kept to his mother's wishes but on his terms. That’s how he ended up becoming a firefighter. Still saving people, but he wasn’t a supe. Although, he was a hero by a technicality.

Jamie sighed as he stared at the silhouette of The Metropolitan Museum of Art. True, Brooklyn was superior to Manhattan, but The MET truly was glorious. He took a deep breath then, focusing on what was about to happen any minute now. He looked away from The MET to the apartment building a block away. That building was the target. There were people in that building that he was going to save. This would be the day that things looked up for him.

Almost as if on cue, Jamie heard an explosion erupt from the top story of the apartment complex. All heads shot to the building as screaming and running began.

Showtime.

Jamie ran against the grain of the foot traffic, taking massive strides toward the fire. He made it in no time at all. He stopped and looked up, taking in the situation. It was a relatively big fire, but it was controlled. Easy. When initially assessing this building with Billy and Hughie, they realized there were only four families in this medium-sized townhouse. He will have the families in and out within five minutes.

Jamie’s sprint quickened as he approached the front door. It didn’t take much force to break it down. He almost flew inside as he went to the top floor. The door opened with ease as it was already half broken. Inside, a small child was cowering in his mother’s arms. Jamie approaches them.

“I’m here to save you!” He yells over the sound of flames smacking the walls. The woman nodded and gave her child to Jamie. Her little arms held on tight to him as the woman grabbed his arm. He knew she would only slow him down, so he scoops her onto his back. Once she is secured, he runs out of the apartment and the building. When he has returned outside, he notices that groups of people have started to form near the building, watching his heroism. All he could think about was how smoothly this was going. As if all the pieces were falling into place.

That was until he heard a crack.

At this point, there was only one person left in the building. He could see her in the window as the flames seemed to sneak up behind her. Her tears were staining her cheeks as she watched his attention turn. There was another crack, this time louder. That was when the building began to fall. There was no way he would be able to make it inside. If he were to save the woman, the building would land on the people in the crowd. If he didn’t save the one woman… what was the point of all of this? He was stuck, and he had no way to get unstuck.

Well, he did have one. And that was when the building’s base cracked in half and fell. He couldn’t be stuck anymore. Suddenly, the weight of the world is on his back. Usually, objects weren’t heavy, almost like picking up stuffed animals, but this was different. He could feel himself falter under a new level of weight. Everything seemed to freeze as the building lay on his back, but his mind was racing. He had to put it down, or he would die.

And that was when he took all the effort left in him to shout, “Move!” And the crowd parted like the Red Sea. That was the new home of the carcass of this building. Once it made a home on the rugged ground, he grabbed the woman from the building. It was over. He did it. And he managed to get the front page shot with the beautiful damsel in his arms, carrying her into safety.

It took less than a day for Vought to find him. He was back at the fire station, going through the motions of a typical day—just an average Joe Hero. The red-headed woman who entered had a flustered energy. One that immediately brought his attention to alert.

“You’re the Brownstone Hero, right?” She exclaims.

“I guess I am,” Jamie says, giving a knowing laugh.

“Ashley Barrett,” Her hand shoots out for him to shake, “Director of Talent Relations at Vought.” Vought. Perfect. He shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Ashley. I’m Jamie.” He let go of her hand, but she held on.

“Let’s cut the formalities,” That was when she pulled her hand away, “The Seven is in desperate need of a new member, and we want it to be you.” It was like taking candy from a baby.

“Wow,” Feigning shock was not difficult, “I can’t believe this is happening.” Ashley's smile was like a statue trying to break marble that had been there for thousands of years.

“Your interview is at 2:00 PM,” It was currently 9:00 AM. “Don’t be late.” And she was gone.

It wasn’t long until Jamie found himself seated in front of a set of familiar faces. The Seven. They were exactly like he expected. He smiled to himself.

“And that is why we think you should join The Seven.” Jamie had not listened to a word Starlight had said. He knew he was a shoe-in.

“This is all so exciting,” They are all eating his bullshit, “I don’t know what to say,” Almost all of them.

“Say yes, dude!” The Deep exclaimed.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, but I feel like there’s something you all should know,” Jamie looks over at Ashley as she stares daggers at him over her laptop. “And it may impact whether you want me or not.”

“What’s the fucking caveat?” Maeve said, crossing her arms.

“My dad is Solider Boy.” The whole room lit up, and he was signed.

“Guess you’re the new Solider Boy!” Starlight says through a smile. They were all smiles, except one man. Jamie turned to see Homelander’s glare deepen. If only he knew what he had gotten himself into.

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cittielinks · 1 year

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In a world where dungeons and hunters alike are slowly emerging, It never came as a surprise that a special department with regards to dealing with such phenomena came into existence as well.

No one would want to work with administrative force when you could be a hero, not Kim Dokja.

When he found out he was a mere F-class hunter, he gave up on dreaming of becoming one of the greatest hunters in the world. Besides, he hated pain anyway, so he did the second best thing, which was working under the special branch of specializing dungeons.

When he quit his old job and started working in the department, he was surprised to see no less than seven workers, including him!

A disaster.

He was then told by his supervisor, Aileen, that no one wanted to work here all because being a hunter was far more cooler. Kim Dokja clicked his tongue. People these days do not realize that they cannot even go to a dungeon without a specialist like them. He vowed that he would make his department the strongest!

Now, in the present, Everyone has realized that they cannot enter the dungeon without the permission of the DoDS, nor will they be given pointers on how to survive the dungeon as well. Every since Kim Dokja came and straightened their sad excuse of a deartment, all of the higher ranking tried to get their good side. Jang Hayoung giggled whenever they saw someone beg Aileen or Kim Dokja to let them have a permit to enter.

Such power really is the best!

“Boss! "Mark greeted

“The leader of the Supreme will be meeting you today regarding about acquiring a permit to be the first group of hunters to enter the new S-class Dungeon in BBusan,"he added.

Kim Dokja groans as he rubs his forehead.

“For the last time, I am not the boss, Mark! Aileen’s the boss.”

“She’s currently on vacation! You’re the acting supervisor right now anyway," Mark snickered.

“Hyung, members of the Judgement as well as the Constellation and Prophecy will be coming here as well," Han Donghoon reminded. The clicks of his keyboard never cease.

“Fuck! It was today?!?"Kim Dokja cursed, feeling another headache coming.

"Oof." Jang Hayoung stared at their boss with pity.

Kim Dokja stood up and stared at his colleagues. He was about to call when Lee Hakyun barged into the office, seemingly frightened.

“D-Dokja-yah. The leaders are here–” Lee Hakhyun gulped when he felt glares coming from behind his back.

“Kill me instead,” Kim Dokja said to no one in particular.

So here he was in the conference room with Han Donghoon, surrounded by the best hunters in, most probably, the whole world.

Yoo Joonghyuk, S-class. Attribute: multi. As well as the leader of Supreme along with Kim Namwoon, A-class hunter. A fire attribute.

Jung Heewon, S-class. Water attribute and the leader of Judgement.

Uriel, S-class. a purification attribute and a member of the Constellation.

Lastly, Anna Croft, Unknown Attribute, S Class, is the leader of Prophecy.

Kim Dokja wanted to just melt and be dead until this meeting ended. He beckoned Kim Namwoon to get Han Donghoon away from the conference room. The man grinned and dragged the poor man out of the room. He sighed.

“It’s been awhile, Dokja-ssi! "Uriel greeted! As always, seeing Uriel smile is the best, he thought.

“It’s been awhile, Uriel-ssi! I thought Plotter would be coming here," he asked.

“Call me noona! "She huffs.

“Uriel-ss– noona.”

“Good! Well, that guy is taking care of his forest or something. He told me to tell you that he would be visiting at a later date or something.”

Before Kim Dokja could reply, A loud bang from Yoo Joonghyuk’s side was heard. He frowned as he was about to scold him. Anna Croft beat him to it.

“Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi should refrain from breaking Mr. Dokja’s stuff lest you won’t be giving priority over the dungeon," she said, her blonde hair simply swaying by the power outburst of the man.

“Even if you guys are exes, you should give basic respect to other people. Ah, but you don’t even know that–”

“N-now! Now! Let’s hold our horses.” Jung Heewon tried to calmly settle everyone.

Everyone started to argue with each other, even as going as far as using their abilities.

Luckily, his F-class body has such a special nullification that even if people, no matter their class, tried to oppress him, they could not do so because of his somewhat cooler ability.

Luckily, he had asked Kim Namwoon to drag Han Donghoon out, or else it could be worse.

“Everyone, calm down.”

Inside the room filled with the greatest hunters, everyone froze.

Kim Dokja sighed, and almost everyone was jolted by the sudden action.

He then dragged his eyes to everyone inside the room.

“I refuse to speak to ALL of you right now. So get out.” His voice doesn’t have a speck of emotion. If any of his employees would have seen this type of situation, They would run out. They refuse to experience the devil!

“Out NOW! ”

Slowly, everyone went out dejected; only Yoo Joonghyuk left.

“Kim Dokja. Can we talk? "He asked softly. There was distance between the two of them.

“No.”

“Just for 5 minutes. Let’s talk about us.”

Kim Dokja glared at the man.

“No! We broke up, Yoo Joonghyuk, remember that? You were the one who broke up with me because you wanted to be a S-class hunter. Not me. So get out. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Kim Dokja..”

“...”

Yoo Joonghyuk sighed and stared at Kim Dokja for a second, and then he left. He did no forget to drag Kim Namwoon with him.

Once Kim Dokja was sure the man was gone. He slumped in his seat.

What a tiring day!

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catindabag · 1 year

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (35)

Felix: Can we all just sit down for a minute? I’m getting kinda nervous.

Androcles: Calm down, Class Pres. We’re just meeting our Tributes.

Clemensia: Yeah. Just treat it like a weird family reunion with a bunch of strangers.

Felix: Don’t say that word! Family reunions are the bane of my existence!😭

Androcles: Your statement’s not helping at all, Clemmie.

Dennis: Yo, guys, are we still going to sing ✨Gem of Panem✨ in front of the Tributes?

Festus: Lol. I hope not. I don’t even remember a word.

Coryo: Can we sing a different song, Class Pres? Our National Anthem might bore them to death.

Felix: Honestly, I forgot about that. Does anybody have a copy? How about you, Andie?

Androcles: Don’t look at me! I only brought popcorn for the show.

Lysistrata: Sharing is caring, Andie~.😊🔪

Coryo: Can we just choose a banned song that our class already knows how to sing?

Apollo: Like what?

Coryo: I don’t know. But it has to be upbeat and catchy-

Dennis: Like “Everytime We Touch” by Cascada?

Sejanus: How about Barbie Girl?😀

Coryo: Yeah! Barbie Girl sounds pretty good, Babe.

Hilarius: I want Barbie Girl too!

Diana: “Everytime We Touch” it is!

Coryo: But Barbie-

Felix: Fine. We can perform Lady Cascada’s iconic song instead.

Apollo: Nice one, Class Pres.

Sejanus: Barbie-

Diana: No.

Hilarius: Barbie Girl!😫

Diana: No!!

Prof.Sickle: *walks in* Children, why are you still standing there like idiots?! Fix your skirts and have some dignity today!

Festus: Can we eat first-

Prof.Sickle: Don’t even think of embarrassing me today, Creed! I’m gunning for that sweet sweet raise!

Urban: Like Highbottom would ever give someone a raise-

Prof.Sickle: Shut it, Turban.

Urban: It’s Urban.

Prof.Sickle: Whatever. The Tributes are here.

Felix: Everyone, get in position!

Treech: *walks in* Wow. This place looks pretty impressive.

Circ: Yeah. Not bad for Capitol idiots.

Teslee: How did they even install so many big ass TV screens inside this hall?

Marcus: Just to be clear, I’m not Marcus today.

Lucy Gray: Where are the cameras? I’m ready for my close-up!😎

Felix: Welcome, Tributes to Heavensbee Hall-

Arachne: Just start the music already, Class Pres!

Felix: Fine! *plays Everytime We Touch*

Androcles: *dramatically grabs the mic* 🎶I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me, I still feel your touch in my dreams🎶

Persephone: *Pretends to beg* 🎶Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why, Without you, it's hard to survive🎶

Sejanus: *winks and freestyles to Coryo* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly🎶

Coryo: *embarrassed AF, but synchronizes with Sejanus* 🎶Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side🎶

Felix: *Charleston dances to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky🎶

Festus: *jumps and points at Coral* 🎶Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life🎶

*Synchronized Shuffle Dancing Ensues*

Jessup: Why are they singing?!

Coral: Those dance moves though!🤣

Marcus: Can’t I have one normal day?!

Lucy Gray: Shhhh! I wanna watch them dance!

Prof.Sickle: Lol. I’m recording this.

Lucky: You know we’re broadcasting this LIVE on TV, right?

Lysistrata: *kicks her way to the front* 🎶Your arms are my castle, Your heart is my sky, They wipe away tears that I cry🎶

Vipsania: *Pretends to cry* 🎶The good and the bad times, We've been through them all, You make me rise when I fall🎶

Gaius: *Backflips for no reason*

Diana: *Slides to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly🎶

Florus: *Points at a random Peacekeeper* 🎶Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side🎶

Casca: *Runs in* Who the f*ck allowed them to sing?!😱

Prof.Sickle: I thought this was your idea.😏

Treech: Is this even part of the program?

Lucy Gray: Shut it, Treech! We’re getting to the good part!

Hilarius: *Moonwalks to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky🎶

Livia: *Diva mode* 🎶Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life🎶

Felix: *Stops music* So what do you think?😀

Reaper: Is it too late to drive back to the zoo?!😫

Facet: Do another one!

Circ: Was that recorded?!

Lucy Gray: Can somebody give me a copy of their performance?🥺

Coral: I hope my District saw that!

Lucky: I think all of Panem saw that.

Marcus: You don’t say.😒

Casca: Goodbye, farewell, my pristine reputation!😭🔪

Teslee: Can they sing ✨Barbie Girl✨ next?😀

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The adventures of Santal. Chapter 14. Tournament

It is better to lose with honor than to win unworthily.

Ups and downs! After an unsuccessful training session with Dooku, Santal has a nightmare in which she is condemned for cowardice. Oddly enough, it helps her to believe in herself and become the best in the group. But one day she is summoned to the Jedi Council for an unknown reason.

Santal was following Master Shaak Ti. She was both excited and scared and curious. Usually, a call to the Council is associated with something bad in adults and children. So the girl began to remember all the actions lately. And I concluded that most likely she would be praised. But, on the other hand, it can't be just that. Santal sensed a catch. Anything could happen today.

And then it was like a bucket of water was poured on the girl's head. Memories of literally yesterday evening came flooding back.

"Guys, you know what I thought," Max said at breakfast.

- what? Dasha asked, taking a bite of jogan.

— I want to arrange ... a VECHE ... — the boy was just about to shout, when he remembered that there were witnesses around, he spoke in a whisper, — a party.

— Great! Nick said. — And about what?

— Why does the party need an excuse? Max replied with a big smile. — Let's do this. We'll all meet together at my place after class and have fun. Let's enjoy an easy and carefree life while we have the opportunity.

— How are we going to have fun? Grace asked.

— I'll tell you. But not here.

After school, the children found a quiet, modest corner for conversation. Max read out the entertainment list with a datapad in his hand.

— I'm offering a pillow fight, a bunch of sweets.

—Is that all?" Strict Landa asked skeptically.

- no. There will be games and various contests. But which ones, let's decide together. Who has any ideas?

—A candy wrapper game," Grace suggested.

— What kind of game? Santal asked.

"The rules are simple," the blonde explained. — There are several colorful wrappers in the ball with a hole. You choose any one, read the task and do it.

—Hit the target game,— Anna shouted.

The noise started. The guys tried to shout over each other. Everyone wants his idea to be accepted. Suddenly Nick gave out:

— And let's have a horror story contest! We'll sit in a circle and scare each other. Whoever tells the most terrible story will win and receive a secret prize. And those who refuse to participate will get a farting pillow under the ass for not tickling their nerves.

"Are you sure it won't be too creepy?" Grace asked anxiously.

— Don't be a coward. Think of it as a kind of "Who will tell a tall tale" contest. And in general, horror stories of children are not scary," Nick assured.

As a result, games of candy wrappers, "hit the target", a horror story contest, a ball game were approved, and a person responsible for treats was appointed. The guys decided that they could not do more. They'll get tired.

And at 6 o'clock the guys gathered in an empty hall with all the preparations. Needless to say, the Younglings took risks. If someone had noticed them, the party would not have taken place. Fortunately, everything went well.

Santal was a little more nervous than the others because she had never been involved in such cases.

— Let the party begin! Max commanded, raising his hand.

Dasha reacted first. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Svante. The real battle has begun. The younglings threw pillows, beat each other with them, shouted, laughed, raged until they fell down from fatigue.

— Ugh, I'm so tired. That was awesome! Adrian held up two fingers.

"I'm hungry,— Risha said.

The younglings began to eat the biscuits, ice cream, cakes and other sweets they brought. Santal did not miss the opportunity to try all kinds of treats.

When everyone had eaten, the celebration continued. As a result, there was one horror story contest left for "sweet". The children sat around a lamp burning yellow.

— Who should we start with? Max asked.

— Let's start with me. I've been dreaming about this contest for a long time," Nick said and began to tell. — In a black city on a black night...

Santal listened attentively to the stories and wondered why she was almost not afraid. Maybe because the horror stories are too... childish? Implausible? Indeed, all sorts of six—eyed monsters or the walking dead are fiction. They don't really exist. But, for example, an evil blue man in a hat really exists.

The girl was brought back to reality by the voice of Max, who was sitting next to her:

— And suddenly they heard a terrible scream from the darkness. Wow! It came out into the light of a lantern. And they realized: it was a rabid womp rat! U-a-a-a! The restless boy got to the point where he jumped up, pointing his left hand forward.

— I personally liked the story of a knight with a sword instead of a hand, and what Green told me. — Justin said in a boring voice, — Can you tell me the moment about the closet again?

— How else? The closet door creaked softly, he turned around and saw... A fur coat made of cat skin! The girl threw up her hands.

Fayon shuddered. Svante shivered. And Grace panicked:

— I'm tired of listening to all this! I'm going to die of fright! Shall we go to our rooms?

— Be patient. It remains to listen to Santal's story," Nick said and switched to her. — Go ahead. And remember, the main thing is a terrible pitch.

Santal thought about it and began:

— Once on a distant planet, a little girl couldn't sleep on a dark night. She was looking out the window and looking at the sky. Suddenly she saw two strange white lights. Out of curiosity, the girl decided to see what it was. It turned out that it was a ship. The girl was just about to leave when the door opened and out came... a vampire duros! A tall, skinny, long-armed creature with red eyes and sharp fangs. He had a hat on his head and tubes sticking out. Something else he never took off.

— And why did he never take them off? Grace asked, shivering.

— Well, it's obvious! "Light is fatal to vampires." That's why he wears a hat for protection. And the tubes provide additional oxygen. To drink less blood.

—It is," Santal said. — The girl was looking at the creature carefully. She had never seen anything like it, so she didn't run away. And when he noticed her, it was too late. The uncle grabbed the girl and dragged her to his ship. The girl begged for mercy, but in vain.

"And then what happened to her?" Max asked.

— No one knows for sure. This girl has not been seen since. But there are rumors about this uncle to this day. It is said that this is a terrible monster that attacks people, especially Jedi, and begins to drink blood until it sucks it all out.

— What a horror! Grace's hair almost stood on end.

— He loves little girls most of all. The less, the more I like their blood. And in general, the duros was scary. The Duros have never inspired such horror.

"I thought the Duros were a peaceful people,— Grace said.

— I thought so too. But, alas, we are all different. So the duros is a vampire, even though he is smart, like his relatives, but only his soul is blacker than the night. For him, killing Jedi and offending little girls is a common hobby. And most of all he likes to hunt at night. As soon as he sets a goal, he immediately rushes in pursuit. He will chase prey across the galaxy until he finds and kills. How many witnesses have seen disfigured corpses. But no one could have known that the vampire duros had another terrible weapon. Bite. It is worth biting once, and the victim becomes addicted to hats. Then the further away, the scarier. In the end, the victim will kill. The bitten ones knew about it. But no one could prove anything until the full moon came and...

When Santal finished, she saw that her story had made an indelible impression. Someone was even trembling with fear.

"I think the winner is obvious," Nick said, swallowing.

"Yes, that's for sure," said Max, one of the few who was almost not scared. — Your story about the vampire duros turned out to be the scariest. And the most realistic.

— That's enough scares. Not funny anymore! Grace was offended. — That's it. I don't hear anything, I don't hear anything! Talk nonsense as much as you want, I still can't hear anything!

And ran out of the room.

Santal was surprised that her horror story would affect her fellow clansmen in this way. But while she was telling, she was telling the truth only at the beginning, and then she began to compose and improvise. Say whatever comes into your head.

***

Grace ran with jumps to her room.

— And I'm not afraid of anything! I don't believe in scary fairy tales! I only believe in good fairy tales!

Thank the Force that Santal told the last. Otherwise, while she was sitting, she would have died of fear, unable to listen to horror movies anymore.

Suddenly the girl stopped.

"Is there someone there?" — she thought she heard a sound, but she immediately began to calm herself. —Easy, Grace Young, easy. There can't be anyone there, it's just the wind. Or I thought I did. That's always the case. When horror stories are told at night, something immediately begins to appear.

So Grace hurried to her room. I ran into the room and ducked under the covers, breathing heavily. Suddenly there was a creaking sound, and Grace ran screaming out of the room.

***

But Santal didn't know about all this, but she was still sure that she was going to be scolded. She could just imagine being told: "Shame on you! Scaring is not Jedi!". One Master of Mace Windu is worth something. There are rumors that he forced his interlocutors to remember all their sins with one look from the age of 5!

However, when the girl walked in with Master Shaak Ti, there was no anger on the faces of the Council members. Or rather, their faces did not express anything at all. Mace Windu sat thoughtfully, propping his chin on his hand. The others just sat there, looking dispassionately at the newcomers.

— Good afternoon, yunling Sabura, — this time Yoda greeted first.

— Good afternoon. Santal decided to follow Nick's advice. He said that in such a situation, you should always start with politeness. Even if you feel that you messed up, do not rush to repent, and suddenly the Council does not know anything. As a result, you will have problems. — You called me, here I am. Something happened?

— We would like to clarify. Did your aunt ever tell you your parents' names?

The question did not bode well. Santal's stomach was already cold. So much time about her parents did not remember, and here... And most importantly — why?

- no. She preferred to be silent. And why do you ask?

— Have you ever heard of a Jedi named Revan? Mundi asked.

- no. I haven't read about him. And who is he?

— This is a real legend. One of the most powerful adepts of the Force of his time, who visited both the Light and the Dark side. He has done a lot of good and evil in his long life. But there is no time to talk about it. You'd better read it in the library. Moreover, we called you for another reason.

"Last night I had a dream," Mace went straight to the point, "in which I saw Revan in front of me in his armor with purple and red swords. I was about to approach him and ask him what he needed, when suddenly he took off the mask and your face appeared under it, Yunling.

Santal was in shock. She was definitely not ready for such a turn of events. And Mace Windu continued:

— That's why we asked you about your parents. Now tell me, did you have the same dream last night? And in general, have you ever had such dreams?

— I had different dreams. But I never dreamed of Revan.

— good. Because it seems to me that this is not accidental. The last dream should not be ignored, you need to understand its meaning. And you could help us if you knew the names of your parents or read about Revan," with these words, Windu showed a hologram depicting a man in armor, wearing a mask and with swords. He looked quite formidable. Santal already shuddered.

— Do you think that I am the heir of Revan?

— There is a possibility that it is. But we can't check, because his last heirs deleted all their data. We can't do DNA, blood tests and so on. It remains only to build theories. Just don't think you're being accused of something. If you don't know, it's okay. I thought I had such a dream for two reasons. Or he hints at who you are, which, alas, we cannot verify. Either that we are connected or we will be connected. But considering that you didn't dream the same thing last night, it's probably not true.

— Could it be that the dream hints at my future? Santal suggested.

—Perhaps,— Master Windu agreed. — I think we both need to figure it out and think first. You can go now. Just answer one question first.

Santal braced herself inwardly again. Well... As soon as she relaxed, as imperceptibly crept up...

— Yesterday, when I was walking in the evening, I saw your classmate Grace Yang rushing screaming without even noticing me. Do you happen to know why? Magister Gallia asked.

"I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that question either," Santal said, not wanting to betray Max.

***

— We shouldn't have called Santal. She doesn't know anything," Adi Gallia said.

"If we hadn't called her, we wouldn't have known she didn't know. Negative information or lack of information is also information," Mundi objected.

— What are we going to do next?

— Watch and wait. I'm sure we'll get more surprises.

***

A week later, sitting with Barriss in the library, she learned the incredible news. The Jedi Temple Apprentice Tournament is coming soon.

An annual competition hosted by the Jedi Order at the Temple on Coruscant. In it, the young generation could show their skills to attract the attention of a potential teacher. A lot of knights and masters came to the tournament to find a padawan. The students trained hard before the competition, as they were afraid that because of the defeat they might be sent to one of the buildings.

Thirty-two students participated in the tournament, fighting one-on-one with lightsabers in each round. The round ended after one of the participants did not give up or did not get three burns. Before the start of the battle, all the students gathered around the place of battle. Only the top eight students who fought as a group participated in the final round. The first two fights traditionally took place in the Martial Arts Hall or, as it is also called, in the Sparring Arena. With further progress, the conditions became more and more realistic.

Of course, you can come to the Tournament as a spectator. So all the younglings who did not grow up to the competition were invited. The very next day, Santal's group kept discussing the Tournament and everything related to it.

— Unbelievable! I've never seen a Tournament before!

— When will we participate in it?

— It must be very dangerous!

— We will be the audience! Cool!

— What kind of tests will there be, I wonder?

— Who will win?

All these conversations reminded Santal that they still had the trials of the Younglings ahead of them. Usually, these tests included a demonstration of the use of a lightsaber and the Force, knowledge of the code and meditation skills. But they were still a long way away, so there was nothing to worry about. For now.

There were a lot of people in the Martial Arts Hall on the day of the Tournament, however, when was it otherwise? The Santal clan decided to sit on the first and second rows so that everyone could see everything.

Santal turned her attention to the participants of various races standing in the corner, among whom were several Twi'leks. The girl mentally wished them good luck.

The arena itself was in the shape of a bowl and was located at the back of the Temple, completely white, with black and white chairs placed against the wall so that the audience could sit and watch. The center of the room was used for combat and usually remained empty, but various distractions could be scattered throughout the room.

From the upper-level control cabin, a Jedi or a technical operator can adjust the room to one of five settings. Changes in the room included fluctuations in gravity, changes in interior lighting, changes in temperature, as well as more diverse weather and other variables. The room was equipped with a protective field that would catch any student who lost his balance and fell from a dangerous height. The shield projector was positioned in the floor so that it could cover the entire room.

***

Santal did not even suspect that at that time Magister Dooku came into the Hall, who had just returned from a mission yesterday and wanted to rest at least a little in the Temple. After all, the Jedi Council can call at any moment. Dooku realized this a long time ago. Ever since the first mission. And now, because of him, he could not do one very important thing.

Dooku wanted to apologize to Santal for hurting her so much. Right away, the day after the quarrel. But right at 6 a.m., he was called by the Council on a mission, after learning which the old Jedi realized that the mission would take a long time. For a very long time. The native of Serenno was annoyed. He thought that when he returned, it would be too late to apologize. For example, a girl will simply forget everything. Although it is very difficult to forget this. As the proverb says, a word is not a bird, it will fly out — you will not catch it. Therefore, often the wound from the word is much deeper than from the sword.

The feeling of guilt on Dooku's conscience was a heavy burden throughout the mission, which sometimes caused the master to lose concentration, but not so much as to fail the task.

Upon returning to the Temple, Yoda met him and invited him to watch the Tournament of Students. Dooku understood that the old teacher offered him such a pastime for a reason. He hoped that his former student would like someone and he would want to take the latter as a padawan. The green-eared Jedi once hinted that even though Dooku is old, he will still have time to train at least one Youngling, pass on his wisdom and knowledge to him. The master himself did not agree with this. No one can outshine Qui-Gon.

***

A few minutes later, after Santal's group had settled down, everything went quiet, and the judge, a woman who looked like a man, but with white hair and narrow long ears, came out into the center of the hall. She raised her hands in the air and began to speak:

— Let's Start The Tournament! First of all, by tradition, I will remind everyone of the rules. Try not to leave the circle, the fight will end when one of you gets three burns or gives up by shouting the word "Sola!" And now we will draw lots so that the participants will find out who they will fight in the first round, which, like the second, is traditionally held here.

After the distribution, sixteen pairs were formed. The fights have begun. All the attention of the audience was concentrated on the circle, in which couples took turns entering and fencing.

Santal, like many other Younglings, was genuinely amazed by the skill of the duelists. It seemed to her that the participants were great fellows. That she herself would never be able to repeat even half of their tricks. Especially the girl paid attention to how people and twi'leks fight. I even thought of adopting some techniques.

The first and second rounds were about the same, but the third, according to the rules, is always either group fights, either underwater or in zero gravity. Group fights can be held in different places from the dining room to the corridor. And the second and third options are exclusively in a special place. Swimming pool and anti-gravity room.

This time there were group fights in the corridor. On the appointed day, three couples who made it to the finals gathered, namely twi'lek, two humans, Wookiee, Arkanian and duros. And, of course, a lot of viewers. This time there were no seats, so I had to stand.

The duel has begun. As in the previous two times, Santal studied the participants, because each time she got to know them from a new side. Firstly, the purple-colored twi'lek, very flexible, demanding of herself, relies most on acrobatics. Somewhat similar to Landa. Secondly, people use different tactics, a kind of bouquet of styles. Third, Wookiees often use brute force. Fourth, the Arcanian is precision, subtlety and strategy. During the duel, he seems to be leading a game of dejarik, trying to anticipate the actions of opponents. Santal was sure that, quite possibly, he would win. And the last one, duros. When the girl saw him, she was a little scared. He looked too much like his uncle, only less. Santal even thought, what if this boy is his son? Or just a relative?

— I keep forgetting to say, I'm offended at you, — the girl heard Grace's voice from behind.

— For what?

— For that horror story, if you forgot. Because of you, I had nightmares, I was afraid of every rustle. — Grace went so far as to push Santal, but accidentally used Force.

As a result, the girl flew far ahead, touched the Arcanian, which caused him to fall.

— Why are you getting in the way? he growled.

— I didn't do it on purpose. I was pushed," Santal stammered.

— You talk to me again! Get out! The Arcanian stood up, barely managing to parry the Wookiee's blow.

Santal decided that most likely he was about to lose. And when they lose, they always get angry at everyone. The girl knew for sure, she had to go back to her own. But how? After all, she is in the middle of the circle and every now and then swings a training sword or someone jumps.

***

— We must stop the duel! — Dooku, who saw everything, firmly decided.

The man was eager to intervene, but Yoda, who was standing on the right, stopped him.

— Patience, my former student. Santal's health is not in danger. She will cope, despite your doubts. And I remember the last time you were unhappy with her. Was there a quarrel between you, hmm?

Dooku winced, as if he had a sharp attack of toothache. Yoda made him remember his breakdown on the poor girl. It is necessary to apologize as soon as possible, to get rid of the heavy burden of guilt.

— Yes, last time she disappointed me with her skills, and I snapped, which I'm very ashamed of, — the master replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

— She'll surprise you again.

— Are you offering a bet?

— Maybe.

***

Santal understood that she could not stand for a long time and make others nervous. We have to do something. Suddenly, she heard Dooku's voice in her head: "That's your trouble. You were initially determined to lose. And you also let fear control you. You need to trust the Force and your feelings. That's the main reason why you're not doing it right."

The girl closed her eyes, inhaled, exhaled. I took the first step.

"The Force is not a sentient being to talk to. She needs to open up. Close your eyes and feel it. Concentrate and imagine how it flows around you, penetrates you through and through," a voice whispered to her in her head.

Santal resolutely moved forward, skillfully dodging the training swords and movements of the participants of the Tournament.

***

The daughter of the Jedi was so focused that she did not even suspect that all the attention of the older Jedi was directed at her.

— Unbelievable! Ki-Adi-Mundi said.

— She's like the wind. Anticipates the movements of the participants and deftly dodges, while she herself does not want to fight with them. I can clearly see how she is completely focused on her goal," Windu mused.

"So that's it. She does as I taught. I feel her strong connection with the Force she's deeply immersed in," Dooku realized in a whisper.

—Master Dooku, it seems that your actions have only benefited Santal," Shaak Ti, who had previously overheard his conversation with Yoda, said with a smile. — She did a great job. I've never seen a better youngling.

— Despite the fact that she is still a baby, she has already shown her spiritual development, - said Adi Gallia.

"Well, you were right, my old teacher," Dooku said, not at all upset about losing.

***

— Oh, you ... — the Arcanian swung at Santal with a training sword, so much so that she almost burned herself.

This was a fatal mistake for him. The guy felt that now attention is focused on some kind of piglet, who allegedly happened to be in the center, but it's hard to believe. The Arkanian was determined to teach the girl a lesson, fearing that because of her he would lose and he would not be taken as a padawan. And he's almost thirteen. Dangerous mark. After which, most likely, there is one road — the Service Building.

However, it was precisely because the Arcanian switched to Santal that his loss of concentration allowed the twi'lek Racha Sitra to inflict three burns on him.

— The Winner Of The Tournament Is Rachi Sitra! the judge announced.

The Arcanian couldn't believe his ears. To say that he was angry is to say nothing. The guy was furious. The blood turned into lava, boiled, bubbled like in a cauldron. Anger desperately demanded an outlet. An energy discharge was needed. The Arcanian aimed at Santal. And no, he wasn't going to maim, just punish, so that she would remember once and for all that she shouldn't get in the way of her elders.

***

When Santal saw the Arcanian fall due to three burns inflicted by the twi'lek, she initially thought of helping, but changed her mind when she saw how furious he was. The girl ran up to her fellow clansmen, who were in shock.

"Just when I think Santal won't be surprised by anything, you immediately change your mind," Justin said.

"I'm sorry, please, I didn't mean to," Grace began to apologize.

— It's not worth it. I'm sorry you scared me. Anyway, I'll go. I want to rest.

Walking down the corridor, Santal suddenly felt that someone was following her. Purposefully pursues.

The girl was abruptly thrown against the wall and after a few seconds she realized that she could not move. She was made a helpless doll. But what is much worse, Santal felt as if her throat had been squeezed.

"It's because of you, bitch! — The girl looked down and saw the same Arkanian from the Tournament. He's strangling her!

— no! That was all Santal could manage in a hoarse voice.

— If you hadn't boldly invaded the Tournament, I wouldn't have been distracted and won! You have no idea what winning meant to me! You're just a kid living in a pink world, thinking that everything is a game! But for me it was, one might say, the last chance to prove what I'm worth! The Arcanian threw Santal to the floor and started attacking, trying to hit her with a training sword, causing as much pain as possible. So that there would be at least some kind of payback.

And again Santal dodged, simply because she almost did not own a sword, and she did not have one. Suddenly the girl remembered the trick with the wall, accelerated, ran along the wall, did a somersault and landed behind the opponent's back and snatched the weapon from his hands by Force.

— I'm not to blame for your trouble. If my classmate hadn't pushed me, none of this would have happened. I assure you, I'm telling the truth," the girl returned the blade and, turning around, went her way.

But when Santal walked seven meters, she heard three sounds. The first is the sound of sword activation. The second is the sound of a weapon being thrown. The third is how someone got in front of her and grabbed him.

The girl turned around and saw how Dooku, who had caught the sword, sent her abuser into an easy flight.

— Is everything okay, Santal?

The girl nodded.

— good. Don't be nervous," then he turned to the Arcanian. — So this is how Raymond Candrom behaves in a duel. Shame and shame! Even a much younger girl has more honor than you! — shouting, the master of the Arcanian scolded. He typed the word so that he did not answer and retreated.

Santal was trying to catch her breath. So much has happened in a short time. She incurred anger, then they wanted to beat her, and now the one who had yelled at her before stood up for her. Someone she respected. How nice it is! It was as if she had fallen into a protective dome that nothing could penetrate.

Dooku turned to Santal and knelt down on one knee. He sighed and began:

— Santal... I... — how difficult it is sometimes to say "I'm sorry"! "I owe you an apology for yelling at you.

"You were annoyed by my cowardice," Santal replied quietly, who by that time had already begun to forget a little about the quarrel. As soon as a blood clot formed, there were suspicions that the blood would flow again.

— It's still not an excuse! Dooku retorted firmly, making a gesture with his left hand. — I shouldn't have said that! I snapped at a small child, succumbed to anger. It's not Jedi. I have to make amends. You know, you surprised a lot of Jedi today. How you dodged the blows and plunged into the Force. You have a talent.

— I do not know what to say.

"You don't have to. I have an interesting suggestion for you. Starting tomorrow, I decided to take care of you properly, because today I clearly realized that you have more potential than I expected. I will study with you for an additional two hours after the main classes. We will develop different skills. By the way, I almost forgot, did you know that the Jedi Council gave you a gift?

— Which one? Santal was intrigued.

— You were given a guarantee that you will not be sent to the Maintenance Building. That is, you will definitely have a teacher.

— Are you implying that... you want to take me as an apprentice? the girl's eyes widened. She even thought she was having auditory hallucinations.

- yes. If you don't slack off, be lazy, try hard, strive upward, then when you pass the tests for the younglings, I will take you under my wing. So what? Do you want to become a great Jedi?

- yes! Santal shouted loudly.

— Then I am your master! Dooku announced solemnly.

— Santal was ready to cry with happiness.

As a result, she couldn't stand it and screamed, jumping up high, raising her hands up: "HURRAH!"

Dooku stood nearby and smiled kindly. Like, children are children.

#cad bane #cad bane x oc

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babydinojojo · 1 year

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Day One/Entry one

Hello everyone, my name is Jordan but y'all can call me Jordie. Usually im on discord but i need another place to post my thoughts about everything on here. Well Here I go

I just finished cleaning my bathroom finally after my mom kept rushing me to fucking finish it as usual breh ;-;, but its okay now cause i can just chill out. So let's start on todays topic because I only have two things on my mind. So lets start with my partner Krisy she's just amazing and the girl of my dreams, i'm really glad i met her and have her in my life, she has her ups and downs and moments when she gets really angry but that's okay because at the end of the day i value our time together and the fact that we spend everyday together really puts a smile on my face. She's everything i wanted in a girl, she's pretty, amazing, adorable, chill, and I would do ANYTHING for her even if it means beating the shit out of someone who dares crosses her or upsets her in anyway shape and/or form. She isn't perfect to be honest here yes, but she's perfect in my eyes and she will always be no matter what.

I just hate the fact that i can't tell her shit sometimes and i struggle to tell her things that go on, just like a few days ago... I couldn't tell her that Kasu was my ex and the fact that the day we started dating.. i was heading home from the emergency room because I had a major anxiety attack that day at school. She tells me things all the time, and yes she lies but still we all lie we ain't perfect, but too be honest it's not fair that she tells me everything and i sometimes forget to tell her things, i always stress on myself there are no secrets, but yet.. I fail even at that.. I really don't wanna hurt her or lose her because i can't tell her things.. and im actually started to keep things fresh cause she's been doing the heavy lifting with that and I haven't. Yesterday I suggested that we watch Maleficent or however the fuck you spell it and then i started picking some new games more and more instead of picking the same old shit everyday.

But with all that said, I love her so much more than anything and anyone in the entire world and i wanna keep her in my life.. Hell i even plan on Moving to Missouri with her soon hehe but first we gotta get there anything and everything is possible and i don't wanna jinx things you know??

The next topic i wanna discuss is trains and the upcoming Class 700 release for Train Sim World 3. I was operating an R32(2007-2010 Phase I) on the B Line in Openbve this morning it was actually a decent run and i only overran one station, im slowly getting the hang of it but I wanna explore other things, that where Train Sim World 3 comes in to play. That game made me discover something new about myself and made me more open to trying other countries and seeing how their train system works. My personal Favorite UK line is the Brighton Mainline and my favourite UK Trains are the Electrostars(Classes 375,377,387), and the Thameslink Class 700(Which is coming out for Train Sim World 3), at the end of the day tho i always stick to the NYC Subway especially the R32s and R42s since they were my childhood and those subway cars were always there for me even during my darkest days back in Middle School, now a days you don't really see them anymore just for fan trips, I like the R179s Yea.. but i just wanna see the 32s and 42s come back because I miss being a child, not 17 going on 18 and this bullshit. The last good year for Humanity imo was 2019 and the fact that everyone was to realize that nuclear war a seriously a bad idea, but look at the world now, we are on the verge of a devestating war. America is more divided than ever OVER sexual orientation,there is a good chance i might end up coming out as Demi(He/They) but Im still straight i mean I feel like i am guy and i do identify as one, but yet i feel like i don't fully identify as one I know my parents and Krisy will support me and so will Dexter but will Jayden Support is the question, eh its fine. Im getting off topic I know but yea America is more divided over LGBTQ and it's such a shame because at the end of the day nobody should have to feel ashamed of who they are and what they identify as, it's not fair to them because the community fought for these rights and its about to be all for nothing only for them to be taken away.

We really need to stand against this, and even as a straight person i always support the lgbtq community no matter what.

The Class 700 i am really looking forward to running it in Train Sim World 3 on Tuesday and Mainly on Brighton Main Line. I was gonna pick up the Glossop Line, but then i thought Nah. Alright that's all i got for now see y'all soon

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midnightmisadventures · 1 year

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Ive had so many fun dreams lately but for some reason i’m coming to write about the scary ones

Um been having nightmares. Last night and today. And they feel really heavy, but important. And frankly i do hate them. Please no more nightmares. But maybe if i write about them i’ll prove to spirit that im listening and then they’ll stop

First Dream:

Last night i had a dream where the fam of 5 was traveling, driving road trip vibes probably to florida. We were all together packing the car and idk how but all of a sudden erikka was missing. And we knew immediately there was foul play. We were in a sketchy area ad there were cars going in and out and we were afraid she was kidknapped for trafficking. It was so anxiety inducing, and i tried to keep praying and have a positive attitude that she was strong, she would find a way out, she would show make it home. I kept hoping she would show up any minute. But as hours past i kept getting more worried that i’d never see her again, that something terrible happened. And i was crying and and already grieving. In this dreamverse apparently something similar had happened to dalvin a while back. And erikka used some sort of manifestation power to bring him home safely. So i felt like absolutely garbage that i couldnt do the same for her, i was beating myself up. I kept saying “im supposed to be good at this, i feel useless”

Next Dream:

This one was so so very odd. Basically we were at chip and it was the anniversary of this well known historical environmental event. And it happened near the west end fairgrounds or something. So there was a lot of hype and press in our area during this.... 100th anniversary or something like that. I don’t really remember, but there were 10 guys all brothers and they won a contest? or something? from someone in....ohio or some random state. Back in the early 1900s. Anyway, an almost catastrophic event was witnessed by a bunch of people. A huge asteroid hurdled towards earth and grazed the side of it (near west end fairgrounds) and chipped a piece of land. It was marvelous that only a few inches kept it from hitting earth directly and splitting the earth in half. Or doing dinosaur level damage or something else crazy. It couldve killed a ton of people or been an end to humanity. So whatever....a hundred years later or so, they were able to do a super techy demonstration and show what almost happened and what didnt happen through like a hologram projector and the whole town watched and it was really snowy outside and i wasnt wearing pants. It was just trippy to think about how something like that could happen at any moment and kill us. For some reason i made the comment “it always scared me that the fact that an asteroid hasnt hit earth with humans on it is completely by chance and hasnt happened yet which means odds are it WILL happen soon. But i always forget about THIS historic moment, which makes me feel safer in that something technically DID happen”

Final Dream:

Okay so again, at chip present day. And i wake up with a bunch of messages from people from high school saying to call....our class prez. Which was so odd, ive never had a personal relationship with him. But everyone was blowing up all socials and talking about something crazy that happened. His twin sister reached out to me and said to call him. Like PV social media was going bonkers!! So i was busy all day, it was always ET’s birthday maybe for a date reference? And the more i ignored it, the more people hit my line. Even claire, messaged me by the end of the day saying “call class prez he’s really not doing well” and i was like WOAH. Cause that means people wanted me to call him so bad that they had reached out to my friends who didnt even go to pv to get my attention. I told erikka “idk why they want me, is it because im good at saying calming words” and she said idk it seemed more specific like he wants to “apologize.” SO then im like what?? By time i call him its 1:03am. But he answered and apparently. A couple of kids from our grad class passed away and class prez was really emotional about it. I remember one being Austin H. And he was so sad and unstable that he made a comment online saying something along the lines of “this is worse than gilaine maxwell creating slave camps for black people” ???? Bro i have no idea.

So class prez gets ALOT of flack for this comment. I mean its career ruining, he’s getting death threats. So maybe he wanted individual calls from black peers to hear their genuine opinion? So we’re on the phone and he’s profusely apologizing, saying what he said was unacceptable. He said “im sure youve heard my ghislane maxwell comment” i said no...havent got the chance. So he plays me a historic video about supposedly the “actual history” of these slave camps he was referencing. The video had this eerie 1900s black racist cartoon vibe that makes my blood curl. It was about these talented black people being condemmed and found guilty for things they didnt do. The evidence was so blatantly there and still everyone convicted them and sent them to be tortured and die at these camps. It was EXTREMELY unsetteling to watch and to be watching with class prez. Also in the dream, it felt inescabable and scary and for a little it felt like i was there. Like it was playing in my chip bedroom but i went top bunk and i could feel the sticks they were beating the black people with. It felt soooooo evil and sinister, and seriously idk what ancestors are communicating with me via dreams or what they want because this was DARK. So then class prez is asking for my take, and why it matters, and why its bad. And im saying he obvious stuff. The videos message was basically like “it didnt matter if black people were educated, doctors, laywers, scientists, hey were gonna slaughter and torture us anyway” so i didnt know if the vibe was like “be greatful that black people are allowed to have careers?? or get vengeance on white people....it was just so intense.

So when the video was over and i got off the call, i was so uncomfortable and unsettled. Felt like i had waken up from a nightmare or finished a scary movie. So i desperately tried to turn all the lights back on but ofc it was a dream so everything was dim. Still didnt catch it though. I tried finding my parents for comfort.

Awful right? No more nightmares

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jyoon3 · 2 years

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Day 4

Today is January 4th. I woke up this morning at 1 am with the lights on, panicked and in a sweat. The bad dreams have been pretty bad lately. It's not that I fear being alone for the rest of my life, but it's the fear that I don't make something of my life while I am here--whether that's with someone or alone. I have dreams where I'm reminded that he won't ever come back and I'm left waiting for him and in the process, my life begins to wither away.

---Need to do away with these negative thoughts.---

This morning was a rough start--didn't wake up earlier as I had intended to. Didn't work out like I wanted it to before work and ended up getting to work around 7:30. And the sub that is in here covering Crump's class happens to be fairly incompetent and it's in these moments that I usually text him to vent--but instead of texting anyone else, I just decided that I would begin writing earlier today. I tried to focus on teaching and the things I had to do today; however, my mind always leads back to him...why? It's not the first time I've gone through this. Why is this any different from before? Is it because I'm a different me than before? Is it because he's different from anyone else I've ever been with?

One of my kids told me that I looked like I'm tired of life. Little do they know...how tired I am. Not being able to eat, sleep, or just function properly has been a struggle. My mind isn't working like it was before all of this happened. The little happiness I did have seems to be diminishing more and more each day. Some friends say that it's part of the process...and that eventually, I'll find my happiness again. That I'll learn how to be happy on my own without any reliance on him or anyone else. I know this is true but I'm struggling to get these thoughts of him out of my head. He said "You have to continue on...." but how am I supposed to move on and continue with my life when he was ingrained in every facet of it?

I had checked my email during the day and received an email update that they’re converting one of the basketball courts at Lifetime Fitness to a pickleball court. I was tempted to text him...you know, let him know--although I’m sure he’s already aware. Instead, I just deleted the email and decided to keep it moving. I’m constantly tempted to reach out to him. I will say...this was a decent demonstration of restraint on my part.

A lot of today was filled with anger rather than sadness. I realized that I am angry with myself. I’m partly angry at him but it was more so disappointment and frustration with the fact that I am the one who put myself in this situation and it’s myself to blame. On multiple instances today, I felt the anger build up...why did I let this happen to me? How could I let myself fall in love with someone who doesn’t want me? I’m angry and I’m sad. It showed today. It showed when one of my students said “Ms. Yoon, you look like you’re tired of life.” I wanted to cry in that moment--if only she knew. I just said thanks and walked away. It was all I could handle.

I had another class to cover today. It was okay, I like the kids in the class. I think the kids could sense I was sad...at least Miguelito and Anderson. They knew something was up. When Bent came in to cover the second half, she could tell something was wrong but she didn’t know what and she frantically texted Airey about it. Of course, Airey informed me and I just told her I was thinking about death but I would never--because that would be me being weak and trying to escape reality instead of facing it.

Airey has really kept me grounded these past few days. Especially since Crump has been out with COVID.

Despite my anger and sadness, today’s practice went well despite the chaos in the gym. Both Fresh/Soph and JV were upstairs in Memorial because of the wrestling meet. Tim’s new play went so well and we def beat the pants off of the JV squad. I stuck around for Varsity’s practice after and Clatchey even had me work with the guys in one of the drills. It was nice to be able to actually execute what he asked--just a simple dribble up and then back before shooting...I guess the hardest part was trying to miss the shot. Regardless, it felt good to be able to actually feel comfortable doing this with the varsity guys. I wonder if Clatchey can sense my mental and emotional state. Especially after yesterday’s game--seeing Eric play.

The moment still replays in my mind--watching him warm up and seeing him dunk with ease. The feeling I had--of wanting to just run up to him and tell him how proud I am of him. Then the feeling I had after--of watching to text HIM...to say he’s come a longgggg way. It still sits on my heart. Despite these thoughts and feeling sad, I managed to leave varsity practice early and find my way home.

I did cry...again. I cried while driving home and then again while working out. But I decided to use that to fuel my lift before I realized that today is Wednesday and I made the mistake of lifting legs heavy when I have Quantum training tomorrow...I’m going to be hurt on Friday and Saturday. :( Anyway, I did reach one of my goals already...I was able to rep 205 pounds on my hip thrusts today (three sets of eight reps of 1 and 1/4 hip thrusts).

I managed to lose 8 pounds in three days but I have been forcing myself to eat. Hopefully, I won’t be so sore tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday.

I still feel like I’m falling apart but I told myself that I won’t stay here for long. I miss him. I wish I could talk to him still...maybe one day I will. But, I know I won’t be for the next few months. I know he’ll be okay. I know I’ll be okay. Yet, I can’t stop feeling. I love him and I miss him.

We’ll be okay, right? I will always love you and care about you. I miss you but I know one day, I won’t...and you won’t either. Hoping these days pass quickly and that time comes soon.

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tatorthots · 3 years

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BNHA | Soft Things They Do For You General HC’s

↳ Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shota Aizawa, Keigo Takami, Dabi, Shigaraki x gn!reader

↳ Warnings: Suggestive Content

↳ a/n: more down to earth than my other quirky hc’s so I hope you guys like this and also I’ve been listening to Careless Whisper all morning unironically PLS

KIRISHIMA

Always puts you before himself.

A real man treats his s.o like gold and Kiri is nothing less than a man. When it’s time to eat he’ll always make your plate first. When he gets invited to go somewhere he’ll always respond with, “I’ll ask y/n what we’re doing that day!” Cutest being when there’s no seats for either of you so he’ll kneel down and let you sit on his knee but sometimes he uses it as an excuse to caress your ass in public. 1000% the ‘I wonder what we’re going to do today’ type.

TODOROKI

Often gifts you souvenirs/things he thinks you’d like.

‘Oh y/n would like this.’ being one of his most recurring thoughts. If it’s not something he picks out at a shop then it’s a pretty flower he found sitting in a garden, or a four leaf clover he hunted down for hours after you told him it’d bring good luck to a relationship. And whenever he sees a dandelion he’ll always pick it up and have you make a wish. though he still doesn’t understand why it’s bad luck to tell him what you wished for :(

KAMINARI

Likes to walk you anywhere and everywhere.

Most often walking you to class before his training or accompanying you to do errands even if he has work study in 10 min. He likes to make sure you get to your destination safely, even if it means he’s gonna have to go full Flash to make it on time to where he needs to be. Being able to hold your hand or wrap his arm around your waist is also a huge plus for him as he walks with you. Tbh he just wants to spend more time with you. 100/10 calls you his sweet beautiful goddess outlet because he’s the plug ;)

DEKU

Affection affection affection.

He loves to kiss your forehead, hand holding the back of your head as he closes his eyes and inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo. He feels most at peace in this position, a protective hold as his other hand snakes around your waist to pull your body closer to his. He’s also always touching a part of you whenever you’re together, it’s almost as if his hand always somehow gravitates towards your body. If you ever move away from his touch he’ll literally look so offended, hand covering his mouth as he gasps dramatically PLS

BAKUGO

Loves to watch you sleep.

Literally doesn’t think anything is cuter than hearing your soft snores, watching as your eyes occasionally flutter - he wonders what you dream about. Brushes strands of hair back as he watches your chest slowly rise and fall. If you were to sleep out in the open and someone walked in a little too loud then they basically chose death. Barking at them to shut the hell up before he literally ends their bloodline. Spoiler, he woke you up.

AIZAWA

Allows you in his workspace.

Aizawa is a very busy man, he knows that, but he never lets it put a strain in your relationship. When he’s in his office working he’ll let you straddle his lap as he types, your legs swaying around his waist as he feels the faint thump of your heart beating against his chest - he likes feeling you run your fingers through his hair as you occasionally kiss his neck, both of you quietly enjoying each others presence as he works and you read a book or play on your phone.

HAWKS

Shows you off.

Hawks is a very in demand pro-hero. He knows he has waves of fan girls pining over him, which is why he shows you off any chance he gets. He’s proud to have you by his side, cheering for him when he feels unsure and grounding him when he feels like he’s falling apart. Sure, Keigo used to be a playboy, but ever since you stormed into his life it was like he just couldn’t resist you. 100% likes when you get jealous sometimes just to tease you

DABI

Extremely protective of you.

He’ll always be a step in front of you when you meet new people, a protective stance as his icy irises focus on the newcomer/s. Doesn’t like it when you get into fights, even if he’s in a life or death situation, if he hears you struggling a little too much or god forbid scream, he’ll immediately lose control and slaughter his opponent, rushing to get to your side. Dabi has lost a lot, he’ll be damned if he loses you too. sometimes he can be flighty but he always comes back to you

SHIGARAKI

He pays attention to your wants and needs.

Whenever you think you’ve run out of something, he already has an extra waiting for you. If he feels like it’s too risky to go out by yourself he’ll personally go for you or with you. Shiggy listens to you when you talk, threatening anyone who tries to speak over you. Often he’ll put it upon himself to make sure you stay safe and at ease. Extremely soft for his s.o (shiggy 10/10 caps on dabi for being overprotective as he buys you both matching crocs)

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bb-eilish · 2 years

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Could I please have some Harry Potter smut.

You don’t have too if it makes you uncomfortable.

You’re so sweet, i can absolutely write that!

All characters are aged up to 18

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warning: Sex while people are sleeping in the same room, nipple play, mutual pining, slight dirty talk.

You’ve had the fattest crush on Harry Potter for years, the day you saw him getting sorted you couldn’t get him out of your head. It started out innocent, as you were only a child. But as the years went by you couldn’t help but think of him in a different light. The worst part is you’re one his best friends, right along side Hermione and Ron.

It’s now 5th year, Umbridge’s dictator ship has taken over the school and you can tell how badly it’s affecting everyone. The one thing keeping you going is Harry, unbeknownst to him obviously.

You’re in the middle of breakfast, sitting in-between Hermione and Ron, right across from Harry. You’re day dreaming about being in a certain position with him, the idea completely captivating you. You have no idea what your friends are talking about until someone snaps their fingers in front of your face. You look around finally coming to.

“Are you listening, y/n?” Hermione asked giggling, the others joining. You can’t help but to let out a chuckle as you shake your head, a gentle blush spreading over your face.

“We’re thinking of having a sleep over in Harry’s and Ron’s room, doesn’t it sound like fun?” She says as the smile on her face brightens even more.

“What about Seamus and Neville?” You wonder aloud, remembering their other roommates.

“They said they would share Seamus’ bed, so you and Hermione could share Neville’s” Ron muttered while shoving buttered toast into his mouth.

“Honestly Ronald, do you know manners?” Hermione scoffed, glaring at him.

“It sounds like fun, I’m definitely in. When is it?” You ask Hermione but Harry speaks up “It’s, uh, tonight at 8” You sense that he’s nervous, but you’re not sure why. You decide to not dwell on it much longer, shoving food into your mouth as you realize breakfast is ending.

“I’ll see you guys in transfiguration!” You say as you all get up, walking towards the door. You split off from the group to go to charms. You hate that you don’t have more of the same classes, there’s only one with all of you in it. Although you have one class that just has you and Harry, that’s your favorite. Herbology was already a favorite, but the fact that you and Harry are alone in it makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

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Charms was boring as always, the seconds seeming to tick by slower and slower every time you checked the clock. You started tapping your foot impatiently, but soon getting glares from the people around you. The bell finally rings and you practically skip to Herbology, before entering the classroom you fix your hair and smooth out your clothes. Today is even better because you have a test soon so you’re in an actual classroom, and Ms. Sprout doesn’t assign seats. So you and Harry usually sit together

You make your way into classroom 102 and scan the desks, Harry doesn’t seem to be here yet. So you choose the desk, a thing you and Harry have come up with. The first person there gets to pick the desk, you stride to the back and plop down into a seat closest to the other side of the classroom.

You bite and nibble your lip anxiously, you’ve been friends with him for years and yet he still has a way of making you nervous. Your heart beating faster as you think about him, this time it’s not sexual. Just cute things, like going on dates to Hogsmeade, sneaking kisses in the hallway. It makes the butterflies come back, while you’re once again day dreaming you’re nudged on the shoulder.

Harry sits down besides you and says “I swear, y/n. You’re always day dreaming, what are you thinking about anyway?” Your eyes widen and you consider telling him but you shake the idea out of your head. You absolutely can’t tell him, you can’t ruin the friendship between all of you.

“Oh, um, O.W.Ls, I’m a bit worried is all” He looks concerned as he nods his head. “I can help you study if you’d like” he suggests while picking at his nails, you thankfully swallow the gasp that nearly almost escapes your throat.

“You don’t have to do that, Harry. You’re too nice” you sheepishly smile, you want to accept his offer so badly but you’re worried he’s just being nice.

“No I insist, I hate seeing you so worried. How about after dinner? We’d have an hour or so before the sleep over tonight starts” He exclaims, the butterflies come back immediately. You pray to Merlin he can’t see the blush on your face, because you can definitely feel it.

“I-I’d love to, thanks Harry” You smile shyly, getting out parchment and a quill when Ms. Sprout walks in.

You can see Harry glancing at you for a second, your heart reacting to it quickly. But just as soon as it comes it leaves, the rest of the class is full of shared glances between the two of you.

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Dinner was unfortunately nothing special as well as transfiguration, you don’t know what you were exactly hoping would happen though. But it was the same as always, when everyone gets up to go their common rooms Harry tells the rest of the group you and him are going to the library to study. You nod your head and say your goodbyes, making your way to the library with Harry.

You let him pick the table since you picked the one in Herbology, oddly enough he picked one in a secluded part of the library. Rare for him since he usually picked ones more out in the open, you don’t question it as you sit down.

“Alright, so we need Winogrands Wonderous Water plants” He says looking over the shelves, you both get up looking in different spots, your eyes land on the spine of the book and go to grab it. Yet you can’t, you’re a few inches too short to wrap your fingers around it. Nails just barely scraping it. You turn around and go to ask for help but it seems Harry already figured that out. He leans over you, chest pressing against yours and grabs the book. Eyes never leaving yours, he brings his arm back down and offers you the book.

You hesitantly grab it. “Thanks” your voice is barely above a whisper, you’re still staring at each other until he clears his throat and walks over to the table. You take a breath and do the same.

Neither one of you has spoken about it, but you can tell he’s gotten touchier. His hand grazing your thigh every now and then. You know for a fact your face is like a tomato, you clench your thighs subconsciously.

He looks at the time and curses, there’s about 10 minutes left until the sleep over starts. You both go to grab the book and your hands touch, you freeze for a second. He grabs the book, smiling at you. You walk with him to put it away and then your both dashing to the gryffindor common room. You’re lagging behind so he grabs your hand and pulls you along, your heart is beating fast from both the running and him.

He looks at you and you both burst into laughter as you run up the stairs, unfortunately having to wait for them to move towards you. Standing there you try and catch your breath only to realize he’s still holding your hand. You freak but don’t pull your hand away, you also don’t say anything about it. You find yourself lucky you can blame your hot face on your lack of athleticism.

Finally the stairs get to you and he’s running again, you almost topple over because you weren’t expecting him to run so fast. He’s laughing as you playfully tell him he’s gonna kill you.

He relaxes and so do you as you reach the painting of the fat lady, she eyes you both and says “Aw look at you, young love is so cute. Go in” Your eyes widen as you gasp, both of you retracting your hands.

You don’t dare look at him as he’s stepping into the common room, you run off to your dorm to get changed. You decide on some flannel pants and a black tank top. You leave the room again and head toward Ron and Harry’s. You stop at the closed door and take a deep breath.

You shake off your nerves and grab the door knob, turning it. Once the door is open you see Harry sitting on his bed, and Ron and Hermione sitting and arguing on another. They stop to greet you and then go back to arguing. You make your way to Harry and sit on the opposite side of him.

“What time are we going to sleep?” you mutter shyly. He checks the time and says “well we have some stuff to do first, Hermione went all out with this” You gasp and say “Oh my Merlin that’s so exciting, what is there to do?” Your bright eyes meet his and he explains the candy they brought, it can make you sound like different animals. He talks about the other things and tries not to falter due to how big your smile is. It makes him even more nervous then he already is.

Ron and Hermione stop arguing once again and you all get ready to do stuff, excitement pumping through your veins.

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It’s now 11:30, all of you rightfully exhausted. Everyone settles into their respective beds, you and Hermione in one and the boys in their own.

Everyone says their good nights and are about to close their eyes until they hear a “I can NOT do this anymore” You snap your head to Seamus, he’s standing next to his bed. Neville looking mortified at him.

“He keeps kicking me in his sleep, I need my own bed back” he seethes, looking over at you and Hermione.

“Well where are we supposed to sleep? The other beds are taken” Hermione spits out, glaring at Seamus.

“Just share a bed with Harry or Ron” he grumbles as he pushes Neville out. The poor boy hit the floor pretty hard.

You glance at Ron and Harry while Hermione begrudgingly gets up, she orders Ron to move over. He’s too tired to argue so he does as she says and passes out.

You get up slowly as you realize you have to share a bed with Harry, to be nice you go over to him and suggest you going back to your own dorm. You go to walk away and he grabs your wrist.

“It’s really not any trouble, y/n. We can share, it’s not a big deal” He scoots over and pats the spot next to him. You smile sheepishly at him and get under the covers, the lights going out.

You can feel his breath on your back and neck as your head lays on his pillow. You curl up your legs under the covers and try your hardest to sleep.

It’s like his breath gets closer and closer after what feels like hours laying there, then it stops approaching you.

You can hear his breath even out, he fell asleep. You slowly turn over to face him, staring at his unconscious face. He has such long eyelashes you notice, your eyes drop down to his lips. You’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. They look so soft and inviting, dirty thoughts instantly invade your head.

You’ve never been this close to him before, your heart is basically melting right now. Suddenly a hand slithers to your waist and pulls you into him, you gasp and shut your eyes. You would die of embarrassment if you had to look him in the eyes after what you were doing.

The last thing you ever expected him to do happened, he kissed you. Slowly and unsurely at first, after the initial shock diminishes you kiss back. The kiss is sweet and slow, he pulls away to whisper onto your lips “you’re so pretty, y/n. I’ve always wanted to do that” Before you can respond he’s kissing you again, this time it’s much heavier and has you holding back moans.

The hand on your waist pulls you fully into him and grabs your leg to put over his hip. You gasp and he groans lowly, grinding into your covered wetness. You can feel your underwear dampen more and more. He pulls away to maneuver you on your back.

He dives back in for a kiss, brining your other leg over his other hip, he grinds into you once again and you buck into him. His hands on either side of your head making you clench, he stops to look you in the eye.

“Do you want this y/n? We’re going to have to be very quiet” He pants while whispering.

“Yes I want this Harry. Merlin I’ve had a crush on you since 1st year” he bites his lip at your confession and smirks. He reaches over you to the nightstand bringing out a condom he was given as a joke, none of his friends thought he could actually pull you.

“I can’t say I haven’t liked you for awhile as well” He kisses you once more while dragging your pants down, once there off instead of throwing them on the floor he lays them on another part of the bed, only breaking the kiss for a split second.

You buck your hips into his and his hands slide up your body, making you shiver and he stops at the front of your tank top. Pulling it down and under your boobs, he doesn’t waste a second to wrap his lips around one of them. You smack your hand on your mouth and try your hardest to not make a sound, his teeth slightly nipping you. You couldn’t hold in a moan.

Both of you freeze, your wide eyes meet his. “Merlin I wish I could hear all of your pretty sounds, the next time I get my hands on you it’s over” He growls, you bite your lip nodding. You shimmy off your underwear and put them next to your pants.

He does the same and slides his pants and boxers under his knees, his fingers run up and down your wet cunt and your hands grip his shoulders. Above you he rips the foil open with his teeth and rolls the condom on. Something about it has you eager to do it yourself next time.

“You’re so wet, I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaking” He whispers above you, you whine lowly and writhe under him when his cock parts your lips. Covering himself in your wetness, the tip of him hitting your clit has you digging your nails into him.

He finally circles your entrance and pushes in, he can sense you’re going to be loud so his hand shoots over your mouth just in time to stifle a whine.

“I know it feels good, darling. I know, but you have to be quiet alright?” He asks you sweetly, you nod your head and clamp your eyes shut as he starts moving. Thankfully the bed isn’t creaky so he sets a pace of thrusting semi fast.

One of his hands next to your head makes it’s way back to your boob and squeezes your nipple. You’re breathing even heavier after that and buck into him, causing him to growl. He picks up his pace a bit, the blankets doing a good job of stifling the sound of his balls hitting your ass cheeks.

He switches nipples and bites his lip, he can’t believe he’s doing this right now. He’s had a crush on you for so long and now he’s balls deep in you, it makes him even hornier.

You clench at the feeling of his fingers roughly playing with your nipples, you can feel every ridge of his cock in you. It has you coming even closer to the edge. You warn him that you’re close through his hand and he nods quickly, the hand abusing your nipples goes down in favor of rubbing your throbbing clit. He growls once more as he sees your wetness collecting at his base.

Your eyes shut once more and you’re absolutely delirious because of his cock, you’re so so close to cumming when his thrusts turn deeper. Your back arches painfully as he continues to rub circles into your clit, you try your all to make sure you don’t moan while you completely lose it, but you’re not sure if you did or not. Your senses cut off for a moment, never having orgasmed this hard before.

When you’re back he’s taking off the used condom and mutters some spell that makes it disappear.

Your breathing calms down as you fix your shirt and put your clothes back on. You’re not sure when he out his pants on, how long were you gone for? You wonder, he lays on his back and you snuggle up to him, face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Harry” you murmur sleepily into his neck and his heart leaps in his chest. “I-I love you too, y/n” He’s about to say something else until he hears small snores, he thinks you’re absolutely adorable as he also goes to sleep knowing he’ll have to explain why you’re cuddling in the morning.

#harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #Harry Potter #hogwarts x reader #hogwarts smut

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Cute

Void/Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2939 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader finally gets up the courage to tell Stiles about her feelings for him but Stiles isn’t really himself at the time.

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You should have seen this coming.

Of course Stiles was never going to go for a girl like you. All your lives he had been absolutely obsessed with Lydia Martin and lord knows you looked nothing like her. You were never going to look anything like her, but it was easy to ignore when it was just her.

Stiles had always liked her, drooling over her in math class and talking about her every chance he got but you both knew he had about as much of a chance with her as you did with him.

It wasn’t going to happen.

...but now he had Malia.

She was just as thin and gorgeous as Lydia was, but she was actually into him. She wanted to go out with him and there was nothing stopping them from going for it, why would there be?

It wasn’t like Stiles had any clue that you had been in love with him since middle school or that you were actively more and more in love with him as time went on.

He didn’t know you thought about him as much as he thought about them, or beat yourself up because you were never going to be a size three like Lydia was.

You adored him, but he was never going to see that.

It made you feel so empty, like the last seven years didn’t mean anything to him which wasn’t even close to true. You knew that both Scott and Stiles cared a lot for you, like they cared for each other but it wasn’t enough.

You wanted Stiles to daydream about you, to see you, because you were right in front of him. You would have done anything for him, and did, but for some reason, it was still like you didn’t exist.

It was getting old.

Really old, and the more you thought about it, the more the reality of the situation upset you. You had been there for Stiles all his life.

You were right by his side when his mom got sick, and beat up Jackson Whittemore once in the eighth grade for calling him a geek, but none of that seemed to matter to him.

Stiles still couldn’t see you.

“You’ve been staring at them for thirty minutes” Scott hummed, shaking you out of your thoughts with a bump to your shoulder with his own. You were searching for anything that could explain the strange occurrences around here as of late, but there was nothing.

It wasn’t your fault watching Stiles canoodle with his new girlfriend was more entertaining than looking through some dusty old book.

“I have not” you sighed, shooting him an almost defensive look as you glanced back down at the book in question. Had he been anyone else you may have pretended to have your shit together, but Scott knew better.

He knew the two of you better than anyone else in the world, and even if he wasn’t the true alpha, which he also happened to be, it wasn’t hard to see what was going on.

You clearly liked him, in a way that wasn’t just platonic like your relationship was. You had never gotten so shook up when Scott was seeing a girl, he would have noticed.

“It’s okay, I get it” he tried, hoping that you weren’t going to try and shut him out over this again. Scott had tried to have this conversation with you a few times already, and it never worked out the way he wanted.

You always got cagey and didn’t want to talk about it.

“No you don’t, Scott. You’ve dated every girl you ever had a crush on, because you’re you” you grumbled, poking him in the abs as aggressively as you could without hurting him to prove your point.

He didn’t ever have to worry about the things you did.

Not only was Scott one of the sweetest and most brave men you’d ever known, but he also couldn’t have been in better shape if he wanted to. He looked like one of those perfectly sculpted men in the movies, with six pack abs and chiseled muscles.

It wasn’t like he constantly had to live with the knowledge that the person he loved most in this world didn’t love him back because he wasn’t good enough. You knew that Stiles didn’t feel the same way about you because you weren’t as skinny as you could have been, or as pretty as the others were.

At this point, you doubted he even saw you as a girl at all because you were just his best friend, and that was it. That was what you’d always been and considering how oblivious he was to the feelings you had for him, it wasn’t surprising.

You weren’t even on his radar in that way.

“First of all, ow! Second of all, you’re super cute, why wouldn’t he be into you?” Scott wondered, that same supportive, loving tone that was always in his voice making itself known to you. He really did believe that, not that it made you feel better.

Cute.

That was all you were ever going to be.

Puppies were cute, and everyone loved them but no one was actively dreaming of taking their favorite puppy out on a date or dreaming about a puppy out loud to their friends. You didn’t date someone just because they were cute, which was the whole problem.

You didn’t want to be cute.

You wanted to be beautiful, to be hot, to be drop dead gorgeous in the way that Lydia was, and it killed you every day that you weren’t.

“Thanks Scott, but I don’t think cute is gonna cut it” you decided, closing the book in front of you as a way of closing this conversation before getting up and heading out of the library.

It didn’t make any sense to Scott.

It was clear to him that you and Stiles had something that could very well be a great relationship but you kept getting in your own way and it wasn’t like Stiles knew what he was doing.

Some days, Scott worried he’d leave his head at home if it wasn’t attached.

“Hey Y/N, think about it” he called, catching the way you turned around to look at him before heading out to the parking lot.

There was no way Stiles was going to come to the conclusion that you cared about him as anything more than a friend on his own, and until you got that push to do it yourself, it wasn’t going to happen.

He just had to wait for one or both of you to take that chance.

Scott had a point.

Of course he did, Scott usually had a point as much as you hated to admit it. You were super cute, and while it might not have been enough, there really weren’t that many reasons why Stiles wouldn’t be into you.

Now, all you had to do was figure out what you were going to do about it, before all desire to do so left your body completely if it hadn’t already.

You had only been trying to sike yourself up about this for the past hour in the rear view mirror and it just wasn’t happening.

You felt like an idiot.

Here you were, sitting across the street from Stiles’ house like a creep, without a single idea of what you were actually going to say to him if you ever made it to his front door. It didn’t make any sense, this was a guy you’d known since you were a kid.

You had never had a problem saying anything to him or doing whatever you wanted, but now, the idea of even looking him in the face was enough to make you want to be sick. It was hardly fair but you had done this to yourself after all.

It was perfectly fine before, even if you were unhappy. No one else had to know that you had feelings for him and you could just suffer in silence but now that you had Scott in your corner, it was hard not to want to try.

Surely your shared best friend was the best authority on whether or not there was anything between you and Stiles. If anyone was going to know anything, it was the true alpha, after all.

That was like, his whole thing.

“You can do this. You’ve fought monsters, this is just Stiles” you reminded yourself, before pushing the mirror away completely, getting out of the car before you could buckle back up and drive home. It was now or never, and whatever happens, happens.

You couldn’t worry about it now.

“Hey Stiles, are you feeling better?” you hummed, the words barely registering under your breath as you tried to figure out what you wanted to say. You’d had this nightmare a million times over but you’d never actually considered doing it on your own.

Now that you were, the words just weren’t coming to you like they should have been.

“I just had something I wanted to run by you” you tried, testing out how that would sound before immediately scrapping it. That sounded like you were making some kind of business proposal and you certainly weren’t.

It had to be perfect.

Not that you had time to actually nail down what you wanted to say before you found yourself at his front door, already having knocked out of habit. Again, you briefly considered sprinting back to your car before it opened but you couldn’t make your feet move.

You knew that you had to do this.

“Hey Stiles, I was hoping we could talk” the words left your lips before you could police them, as soon as the door opened. You knew that it was hardly the smoothest you could have been but at this point, there was nothing between the two of you to soften the blow.

You just had to get this over with. If he accepted your feelings, he accepted them but if he didn’t, there was nothing you could do to change that either.

Naturally, those words freaked Stiles out a little because he assumed something terrible had happened but you didn’t seem as panicked as you should have been if someone was dying. This was a little more than your usual high strung but not by much.

“Yeah for sure, are you okay?” he allowed, moving away from the doorframe to let you in before closing the door behind you both. His dad was working late again, so it would just be the two of you but that had never been a problem before.

Especially lately, you and Stiles had killed time on several nights when Scott was busy with the pack or on date night. It wasn’t strange for you to be alone together, normally but there was a strange air about it today.

You just couldn’t tell if it was coming from him or you.

You knew that Stiles had been having a little trouble sleeping lately, and the nightmares were driving him crazy but the pack was going to handle it.

The pack always took care of those kinds of things and you both knew Scott wasn’t going to let anything happen to him.

All he had to do was wait it out and try to relax in the meantime.

…And of course, you were having a hard time being your calm and collected self as you tried to figure out the best way to go about this whole thing.

It wasn’t every day you confessed your feelings to your best friend after all.

“I’m alright, I just have something I want to talk to you about is all” you shrugged, sitting down on the couch. This was a lot harder to do than you could have ever thought, and it just seemed like it wasn’t going anywhere.

There was only so much stalling you could do before you had to tell him the truth.

“Okay, I guess I’m just gonna put it all out there,” you sighed, your hands falling on your thighs. This was your last chance to walk away and no one would ever have to know what it was you were hiding, and that almost seemed like the right thing to do.

Though, the way he was looking at you took that all away.

You knew that if you ever had a chance at being with him in the way you wanted, you had to be able to tell him how you felt, at the very least.

Here goes nothing.

“I’m in love-with you” you allowed, exhaling as if you’d been holding that in your lungs all this time, which you pretty much had. You had no idea how this was supposed to feel, but you were pretty confident it wasn’t like this.

He didn’t even say anything at first.

All you could see was Stiles rubbing his temple out of the corner of your eye, his eyes screwed shut. It was hardly the reaction you had been expecting but at that moment, it didn’t even matter. You knew what he’d been going through, and it worried you.

It always worried you, especially knowing about his mom and all the stress he’d been under lately.

Needless to say, you were more than happy to forget about everything you’d just said in favor of making sure he was alright, especially if your words had upset him.

If he didn’t feel the same, you would have happily moved on as if this moment had never happened. It would be easier than having to swallow that rejection.

You didn’t know if you could handle that after all this.

You had been hiding your feelings for Stiles all this time, and now that you said it out loud, you hoped you’d feel better but you just didn’t. This whole thing was really starting to seem like a mistake, and you didn’t even know everything yet.

Neither did Stiles.

In reality, he was more than thrilled at your confession but something was wrong. He felt like he wasn’t in control, like he wasn’t even in his own body anymore. It didn’t make any sense but he had never had a feeling like this before.

Stiles was vulnerable.

Before this moment, the Nogitsune hadn’t been able to break through to the surface but you provided the crack in his armor that it needed to escape. It was perfect, at least for the void, it certainly wasn't going to be pleasant for you.

After all, it had been a long time since it had seen the light of day and it was hungry, hungry and wearing your little lover boy like a cheap Halloween costume. Of course it was going to use that against you, void would be an idiot not to.

Your love for the boy made you little more than an exposed nerve, one that the Nogitsune could poke and prod at all it pleased until it was satisfied.

...and it certainly intended to.

All at once, there was a huge change in the room between the two of you, and more specifically, in Stiles.

There was a cold, darkness to him that you had never seen which you didn’t even realize was there until he started laughing, a deep chuckle leaving his throat.

You weren’t ready for it, but what you were less ready for was what happened when he spoke.

“Did you really think I could ever feel like that, for you? We both know that’s a little crazy” he scoffed, an almost mocking tone that didn’t sound like Stiles at all. It shocked you, in all honesty, but not for the reason you may have thought.

Deep down, you knew that Stiles wouldn’t be interested in you but you never could have imagined him being so aggressive and cruel in his rejection of you.

He’d never spoken to anyone like that before, especially not you.

“I just-” you tried, but he stopped you before you could even try to get through this whole thing with any dignity at all. For the Nogitsune, this was all fun and games, but for you, it was so much more than that.

This was quite possibly the worst moment of your life.

“You aren’t blind, you had to have known this wasn’t going to work out the way you wanted. I mean, look at you?”

Stiles was screaming, using everything he had to try and get through to you, to overpower whatever this thing in his head was, but he couldn’t make it happen. It was too much, too strong, and all he could do was sit back and let it happen.

He knew it was breaking your heart, he could see it in your face but no matter how hard he fought, there was nothing he could do to get back in control. He felt like he was locked in a cage in his own head, and someone else had the key.

He just didn't know who.

You sat there for a second more as you tried to process whatever it was that was happening right now before you felt tears pricking in the corner of your eyes, and decided that it was probably time to leave.

Staying here any longer was just going to make this worse. Besides, it wasn’t as if Stiles was in the mood to talk this out or even treat you like a person.

Clearly, Scott was wrong, being cute wasn’t enough to make someone care about you.

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totebagchiqbarista · 3 years

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can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be?

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend.

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet.

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze.

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

#miraculous marinette #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #chat noir x reader #marinette x reader #ladybug x reader #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #adrien x reader #mlb #mlb adrien #plagg #tikki #mullo #imagine #one-shot #fanfiction #miraculous

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ericspinkhair · 3 years

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dirty thoughts from a distance

pairing: dom!changmin x virgin!reader, best friends to lovers, college au!

synopsis: you masturbate while thinking of your best friend and he catches you moan out his name

word count: 3.8k

warnings: maybe slight angst, (getting caught) masturbating, mutual masturbation, sex in general ig

a/n: y'all are crazyy! it has barely been 19 days and I have already hit 100 followers🤧 thank you guys so much for your support and sending in requests!!! everytime I see leave me nice messages I feel so encouraged to keep on writing even though there is still a lot of room to improve and I am not always completely satisfied with what I create. I wish all of you a great day and hope that you stay happy and healthy!!

this chapter is especially dedicated to @bangcrispychannie and anon who requested this kind of scenario ❤️

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for three years you wondered why you hadn't lost your virginity yet. it's not like you didn't have enough opportunities since you had been in two relationships so far, both lasted about five to seven months.

the feelings in your first relationship were been mostly one-sided however.

when a guy in your biology class named Minho confessed his crush for you, you thought that the only logical next step was to become a couple. you were quite flattered that he had taken such an interest in you and believed and hoped you would eventually develop feelings for him as well. the problem was you didn't. after not being able to be emotionally let alone physically intimate with him for a few months into your relationship, he finally confronted you and you confessed that you just couldn't bring yourself to see him that way. your relationship came to an end just before becoming a senior in high school.

in your last year, you got close with Seonghwa. you were seat neighbors in your english class and you'd chat all the time. he was perfectly sweet, smart and funny and you instantly got along just fine. you developed an interest in him and he seemed to feel the same way. he asked you out with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and some chocolate and you agreed to being his girlfriend without much thought. you caught yourself falling in love with this boy and didn't shy away from physical affection such as kissing and holding hands. you were convinced you were ready to give yourself to him during prom night but when it came to it you chickened out. a couple of hours before, you had found out that your best friend changmin had broken up with his girlfriend of six months.

for a long time you hadn't been able to decipher why you hadn't slept with Seonghwa then. as time passed, the unpleasant answer became clearer and clearer: you had brought up your hopes.

you had been best friends with changmin basically since you started elementary school. on the first day, he scared you with a stupid horror mask he had sneaked in from home and made you cry. he felt so guilty and was determined to make it up to you and to become friends. you had been inseparable ever since.

when he got his first girlfriend in junior year you were devastated. you convinced yourself that the reason for that was that you had been scared he was going to replace you as his best friend but in reality you had felt jealousy.

you were suppressing your feelings because if you confessed, things might become awkward. there was no way changmin could ever like you the same way.

all of this became more difficult as you moved in together for college. you were sharing an apartment now and every day, it became harder to avoid your growing and troublesome feelings. your heart would beat faster whenever he walked around shirtless (which was most of the time) and you decided to try to ignore him. this was especially difficult since you wanted to appreciate his physique. when had he become this handsome? changmin had been dancing all his life so he had always been fit but now that he was majoring in it and training most of the time, his body had developed and he had become super toned and his abs were more prominent.

he'd often make his way into your dreams and you'd let him do inappropriate things with you. you'd wake up wet and needy and even more confused. you were ashamed of seeing him this way. this was not how one normally thought about their best friend.

it was a wednesday morning and you were eating breakfast when changmin joined you in the kitchen. he flashed you a big smile, making his pretty dimples appear which you didn't see as you did not look at him.

'good morning, y/n!' he greeted you in a good mood. you just grunted in response, intensely staring at the cereal swimming in your bowl.

the fact that you couldn't even spare him a glance hurt changmin but he tried to not let it show. he wanted to get you to talk to him.

'do you want to watch a movie and play some board games today after class?' he proposed. you hadn't spent a lot of time together ever since you had become aware of your feelings.

'I have an essay due tomorrow,' you quickly made up as an excuse. the corners of changmin's mouth twitched but you didn't notice as you were too preoccupied with doing anything that didn't include looking at him.

'then maybe on the weekend. or next-' 'I'll be busy,' you interjected. 'I have lots to do.' you stressed the lots to emphasize there was absolutely no way you would be able to hang out with him any time soon.

'umm… okay. I'll be going to class.' he told you dejected. your heart sank but you didn't respond. he was wondering whether he had done anything to make you upset but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. this had been going on for a while and he was starting to become desperate.

when you first got the apartment you spent every free minute of the day together, happy that you finally moved out and could be with each other 24/7, but then you stopped talking to him completely out of nowhere. from one day to the other, you would avoid leaving your room when he was outside and barely talked to him anymore. at first, changmin thought you were just stressed and that you'd eventually warm up again when exam season came to an end but a few months had passed and, if anything, the situation was even worse than before.

you were watching the time and after ten minutes you decided to leave for classes as well. you had started doing this so you couldn't possibly catch up to him and risk having a conversation.

'hey, y/n, what's up!' your friend chanhee hugged you when you arrived on campus. you were both majoring in fashion design and were getting along on well since the beginning of the first semester.

you sighed exasperatedly. 'changmin's up.' you puffed your cheeks and pouted. chanhee nodded knowingly. he was the only person who was aware of your little secret and that was only because you had accidentally drunk confessed the whole story to him at your first college party.

'you know maybe you should tell him. this whole thing is clearly not making you happy and I saw changmin walk by a few minutes ago. if I had to guess I'd say he was in an even worse mood than you. someone accidentally ran into him and he pushed them hard and called them names. it's not like him to overreact like this. he's usually super collected. I think you finally managed to break his spirit,' chanhee reported to you.

this had never been what you intended. why did everything have to be so difficult? you didn't want to be the cause of your best friend's unhappiness.

'he must feel like I despise him. but I cannot confess to him, that would be the end of our friendship!' you were constantly torn apart by this dilemma.

'well, if you're not gonna act on your feelings, maybe try to move on? find something casual or serious with someone new? then you'd forget all about changmin and you'd be able to go back to acting normal around him' he suggested.

chanhee's advice didn't sound too bad. if you couldn't get with changmin then you had to de-crush yourself and find somebody different to focus your emotional energy on. but on who?

'is there anyone you could think of?' you ask chanhee. he had great taste in practically everything so you highly valued his opinion.

'hmm, you could potentially try younghoon hyung? I've seen him eyeing you for weeks now and he even told me thinks your gorgeous.' he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

younghoon was a pretty art student, whom chanhee knew from high school. you didn't talk to him often, mostly at parties and he wasn't exactly your type but you tried to remember shouldn't judge him by his first impression when you haven't even got to know him.

chanhee pulled out his phone and soon you felt yours vibrate in your back pocket. you looked at him questioningly.

'I sent you his number in case you're interested,' he explained proudly. he put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the concern in his eyes. 'you really need to get over changmin if don't want to confess,' he insisted firmly.

so you decided to text younghoon during class. he was very polite and you thought he was cute as he seemed excited to talk to you. you agreed to hang out sometime to get to know each other and decided to meet up friday for dinner.

after the end of your classes, you walked home to warm up yesterday's leftovers. to your dismay, changmin had also decided to come home for once. since you began acting all weird and refused to eat with him, he usually spent lunch time with his dance mates as they had practice after anyway. why had he decided to come here today? your question was answered when he ran up to you, smiling from ear to ear and you noticed he was hiding something behind his back.

'you know how there is a blackpink concert downtown on friday? guess what!' he held up two tickets. surely you would at least agree to spend time with him if it meant being able to see your favorite group, right?

he must have gone through so much trouble to get tickets for you and since blackpink were your favorite music artists you were actually contemplating on going but then you remembered you had made plans.

'I can't. I'm going out with younghoon friday night.'

'kim younghoon?' he raised an eyebrow skeptically.

'why would you to be spending time together? I didn't know he was even talking to you,' he questioned you. anger was boiling inside of you.

'maybe it's because you don't know everything about me,' you snapped at him. you were aware that you were being harsh but somehow his words hurt you. why did he doubt you? did he think you weren't able to get with someone as awesome and popular as younghoon? did he not consider you pretty enough?

the microwave beeped, indicating your food was ready, making you snap out of your thoughts.

'y/n, I swear, that's not what I meant.' he stepped directly in front of you so you were forced to look at him. you stared deep into his pleading eyes as you closed the microwave door, turned your back to him, stomped to your room and slammed the door shut, leaving changmin behind in the kitchen.

your whole body was tense as you listened closely to any sounds coming from outside and felt relieved when you heard the front door close. feeling sad and depressed always made you feel tired so you decided to take a nap to forget about all the negative feelings.

when you woke up you were horny af. you had a dream about changmin taking you on the kitchen counter and now your panties were completely soaked with your arousal.

desperate, you pulled them down and tossed them somewhere to the side. it didn't matter. you needed relief now.

you closed your eyes as you slowly started rubbing your clit, imagining it was changmin's slender fingers touching you instead. your imagination was running wild and you sped up the tempo.

eventually, you plunged your middle finger and then your index finger inside you, pretending that changmin was stretching your walls with his cock.

you moaned loudly and picked up the pace, chasing your high. oh, how much you wished he was the one making you come.

'yes?' you opened your eyes and gasped loudly as you saw changmin watching you from the doorway. you hecticly pulled up your blankets to your chest to cover your naked lower body. for how fucking long had he been standing there?

'oh fuck, changmin...' you cursed out loud.

to your surpise he laughed. 'oh, is this why you have been so distant? were you embarrassed about imagining doing dirty things with me?' your cheeks were burning red and you were unable to move a muscle.

'you know, if you had told me you were thinking of me while doing it then I could've helped you out already. that would have spared both of us a lot of frustration.' he stepped into the room and pulled the sheets away, his hungry eyes fixed on your desperately dripping pussy. you tried to hide it with your hands.

'n-no… what are you saying? aren't we best friends? ' you couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. the way he was acting was so unexpected that you didn't know how to react or what to say. he brushed his hand over your burning cheeks. his eyes were conveying disparity.

'but what if I told you I don't care? that I like you? that I see you as more than just my best friend?'

'wait, you like me?' you couldn't believe your ears. was he actually reciprocating your feelings?

he groaned in exasperation. 'y/n, why did you think I ended things with my ex out of the blue?' you shrugged your shoulders as you weren't sure. you had thought it was because she had lost interest in him, at least that's what changmin had told you back then.

'because I realized I was in love you, you dumbass. how could I be together with someone if I had feelings for someone else?'

'I actually ruined my chances of having sex with seonghwa for the first time for the same reason. it was just after I had found out about the breakup,' you confessed, relieved that you were finally beginning to make sense of everything.

he climbed onto the mattress and positioned his knees next to your closed legs, leaning his hands on the wall behind you so that he was hovering above you.

'I'm sorry that you lost that opportunity. let me make it up to you,' he whispered with his face mere inches from yours and then kissed you. losing all self-restraint, you immediately pulled his body closer so that he was straddling you. after all these months filled with sexual frustration and just frustration in general, you were desperate for his touch. your hands wandered under his dance shirt and you were finally able to touch those abs you had been secretly admiring for so long.

you broke the kiss to take off both of your shirts and changmin skillfully unclasped your bra.

while his tongue was exploring the insides of your mouth, his hands were kneading your breasts, occasionally rubbing and pinching your hardened nipples. you felt his hard dick press against your lower abdomen as he grinded himself into you to get friction.

after having dreamt about this moment for so long, you felt impatient. this was too good to be true and you were scared that if you didn't act quick, your bubble would bust.

without thinking twice about it, you pulled down the hem of his sweatpants and boxers just far enough so you could easily reach inside and whip out his dick. you stopped for a moment to admire his length. it looked even better than you had ever imagined in any of your wildest dreams.

he sat upright, leaning on the wall behind you, while you stroked his cock. he was sensitive to your touch and not shy to show you how well you were doing by responding with moans.

'fuck, y/n. you're doing amazing.' his praise made you eager to show him just how good you could make him feel. your lack of experience was barely noticeable as the adrenaline flowing through your veins was guiding you.

you tapped his thighs to signalize him to inch closer. that way your mouth had easier access to his dick. you hesitantly licked up his length and were fascinated by how he tasted. wanting to have more of it, you swirl your tongue around his pink tip. changmin eventually became impatient and forced more of his dick inside your mouth so you tried to take as much of him as you could but your gag reflex made it difficult for you. instead, you worked your hands where your mouth couldn't do its job.

not wanting you to feel neglected, changmin reached behind him to stimulate your clit. he skillfully started rubbing all the right places and you moaned around him, sending vibrations through his cock.

he couldn't take this stimulation for much longer before he had to force himself to pull out of your mouth.

'wow, you almost made me come there.' he panted heavily. 'but I want to be inside you first.' you got lost in his touch as he placed a long kiss on your lips but a sudden thought brought you back to reality.

'wait, I don't have a condom,' you informed him embarrassed. you hadn't planned to lose your virginity any time soon so you hadn't bought any. did that mean the end of this wonderful dream?

but changmin laughed light heartedly. 'no need to worry. hold up, let me get some from my room.' you relaxed again as he disappeared and came back shortly with a condom wrapper in his hand.

you were prepared for him to start right away and took a deep breath in preparation but he didn't do anything.

'I don't think it's a good idea to start yet since I haven't even prepared you. the last thing I would want to do is hurt you so just lay back.'

he positioned your legs over his shoulders so your hips were hovering in the air. you felt his warm breath against your vagina before he drove his tongue inside you, seeing for himself how wet he had made you and tasting your arousal. you clasped your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from releasing any sounds.

'don't do that. I want to hear how good I make you feel,' changmin complained.

when he slid two fingers inside you, you couldn't hold it in anymore and let out some kind of aroused squeal. you felt self-conscious but it seemed like changmin was only more eager to please you.

at the same time, his tongue was abusing your swollen clit and it was impossible for you to hold back the curses that were spilling out of your mouth. the pleasure he was making you feel was a whole different sensation from anything else you've experienced before.

'more please, changmin!' you begged. you wanted more. you needed more. you needed him.

he carefully lowered your hips back down. 'are you sure you want this?' he asked you, waiting for you to clearly consent to having sex with him.

'I want you. you, and only you,' you reassured him and brought his face closer to kiss him. changmin's typical bright smile formed and you felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

he positioned himself at your entrance, swiping his dick between your folds like a credit card to coat it with your juices.

you gripped his arms tightly as he pushed in. he slowly continued until all of him was buried deep inside you before stopping. the feeling of a whole penis inside of you was very different from your or changmin's fingers. it filled you up to the brim and was rubbing all the good spots. while it initially caused you a bit of discomfort, it wasn't overwhelming and it also felt good in a weird way.

when your walls finished adjusting to his length, he began to steadily move his dick in and out.

changmin intensely studied your face. he couldn't believe that after all those years you were finally close to being his. he wanted to savor every single expression you made while he was inside you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso, trying to push him deeper. he slammed his cock back inside you.

'you are mine,' he declared and started going harder and faster.

'I am yours,' you confirmed and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

because of the extensive foreplay and your own masturbation prior to this, it didn't take long until your walls were tightening around his dick and you felt an orgasm approaching.

driven wild by you clenching around his cock, he thrusted into you even faster. you rested your sweaty foreheads against each other as both of you almost came simultaneously.

changmin kissed the top of your head before he pulled out and threw away the used condom. you opened your arms and he let himself fall right into your embrace.

'I know this might be kind of weird to talk about right now but do you want to be my girlfriend?' Changmin asked you. he still wasn't too sure what all of this meant for your relationship and he desperately needed to know where your mind was at.

'after having liked you for all this time I'd be an idiot to say no.' 'you're an idiot anyway,' he teased. you slapped his arm.

'hey! I'm not the one who ignored you for a couple of months because my hormones are out of control.' you hid your face in the crook of his neck, too embarrassed face him.

'I'm really sorry for that. you just mean so much to me and I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship.' he stroked your hair.

'I do understand that. if I hadn't heard you moan my name today I wouldn't have acted on my feelings either. but all is good now, right?' 'right.' you smiled and placed a small kiss below his ear.

'there is still one thing you need to do,' changmin tried to remind you. you looked at him, puzzled.

'what do you mean?' 'younghoon,' he hinted. you immediately started looking for your phone. that date was definitely going to have to be cancelled. there was no need for you to find a distraction anymore since you had been granted your wish after all.

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