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nano--raptor · 3 years

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Your Professor’s Shirt

Pairing: Professor! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1360

Warnings: 18+ Only! Smut, sex, dirty talk, flirting, cursing and a little bit of fluff.

A/N: It’s Professor! Bucky day with @the-ss-horniest-book-club! This idea was inspired by the song T-Shirt by The Beaches. So, I took my idea and ran with it. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all for reading😘

Please do not click “keep reading” if you are under 18! Thank you.

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You left your t-shirt at my apartment

I'm not giving it back, I'm not giving it back

You walked into the lecture wearing a casual outfit, nothing fancy, definitely nothing to write home about, but you knew your professor would love it. And boy did he ever. You sat in the front row, as you usually did, in a pair of cute jeans and a t-shirt. An oversized shirt, tied in a knot at the waist, hanging low on one shoulder. Tons of girls wore shirts like this, but this one was different, and when Professor Barnes noticed you he blanked for a moment, mid sentence, blinking as he stared at you. You flashed him a sweet smile, batting your eyelashes and he quickly regained his composure after seeing the shirt you were wearing. His shirt.

He continued lecturing, making notes on the board, and asking questions, as he avoided glancing your way again for quite a while. Then you saw his eyes flick your way again, and you squirmed in your seat under his gaze, which to anyone else, looked like his normal face. But you knew that heat in his eyes, the twitch at the corner of his mouth, before he looked away and continued on.

As the class ended, you gathered your things and left with the crowd, not needing to stay after class today. You had a meeting with Professor Barnes in about half an hour, so you made your way through campus to drop off a few things before heading to his office.

The door was slightly open when you arrived, so you walked in, closing it with a soft click once you stepped inside. Then you turned the lock and walked slowly towards the desk.

“Ah, there you are. Right on time.” Your professor looked up at you with that heat in his eyes again, and you gave him more of a devilish smile this time.

“Hi Professor Barnes.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, his eyes roaming over you and making you feel hot all over. You both liked it when you called him professor, even though he always told you to call him Bucky outside of class. Sometimes you liked to keep up the innocent act though. “Did you miss me?”

“Mmm. Always.” You walked around the desk, setting your bag down on the floor and squealing when Bucky pulled you into his lap right away. He smirked when you wiggled on his lap, pulling you in for a heated kiss. When it broke, he licked his lips, humming again and looking up at you with a smirk. “Nice shirt.”

“Thank you, a boy left it at my house.” You giggled when he leaned in to kiss your neck, trailing his lips along your shoulder, the soft touch sending shivers through you. His voice was low when he spoke again.

“Now, what’s a good girl like you doing having a boy over. Are you naughty?” Bucky pulled on the collar of the shirt, kissing along your collar bones. “I think you are. Naughty girl, wearing a boy’s shirt but not wearing a bra to class today. Are you tryin’ to drive me crazy?” His rands ran up your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples through the shirt, as he nibbled your skin. “Had so many dirty thoughts I could barely focus on lecturing.”

“I’m sorry Professor,” you whined, rolling your hips against his lap and groaning as you felt his cock hardening under you. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about his hands all over me, the feeling of his skin against mine, and when I saw this shirt, and it still smelled like him, I wanted it to touch all of my skin until I could see him again.”

Bucky groaned now, his hips twitching under yours and he whipped the shirt off over your head, tossing it onto the floor. His mouth descended to your chest, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers undid your jeans. Your hands tangled into his hair with a cry, his mouth on your already sensitive nipples making you tingle.

“Bucky please,” you gasped. “I need you again I can’t wait.” He looked up at you, pupils blown wide and hair messed up from your fingers and you moaned at the sight, rushing to undo his pants too before you made a mess all over them. There was a scramble as Bucky shoved his pants down and you kicked yours off, then you were hauled back into his lap again, your hips pulled flush against his as his thick cock rubbed through your soaking folds.

“Baby you’re so wet. Is this what you think about during my classes? ‘Bout riding my cock in my office?” You nodded your head, whimpering as he pushed into you. “You’re a dirty girl,” he growled in your ear, his hips jerking as you both tried to find the perfect pace.

“You’re a bad boy,” you sassed back. “Staring at my tits during your class. Thinking about licking and pinching them and filling me up.” You tisked, yelping as his hand came down on your ass, and he groaned from the subsequent squeezing you gave his cock.

“Ah baby, you’re gonna be the death of me. You know I can never wait to bury myself in that perfect pussy of yours. Fuck…” He breathed more curses and his thrusts sped up, pushing deep into you, stretching you out, and you whined at the feeling of him dragging in and out of you. You wanted to curl around him but also spread yourself out as far as you could, just so he could have every inch of you.

Clutching at his shoulders, your head fell back while you rode him, bucking your hips harder against him as he trusted, and you could tell he was trying to keep quiet.

“Can’t wait to hear you later,” you teased, raking your hands through his hair again and tugging gently. Bucky groaned again, a low rumble that you felt vibrate through you.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good later baby, when I can take my time with you and make you fall apart for me.” The coil was tightening in your belly and you bounced on his lap faster, bringing your hand down to rub your clit while Bucky’s hands clutched your hips, rocking your body against his. “Yeah that’s it baby, you gonna cum for me? Cum for me on my lap, in my office, like a bad girl? So naughty baby but so fuckin’ good for me.” His words were punctuated by his thrusts, his pace slowing and faltering as he came, spilling inside you with a strangled groan. Dragging your face down to his, he kissed you hard, riding out the waves of his orgasm as you pushed yourself over the edge too, clenching around him and milking his cock with a drawn out, desperate whine.

Collapsing against him with a shuddering breath, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Bucky started chuckling.

“You’re such a tease. I can’t believe you showed up today in my fucking shirt with no bra on. Shit baby.” You giggled back, wiggling on his lap and making him hiss. He grabbed a handful of your ass, and you nearly squealed. “I love when you come to my lectures though.”

“I love watching you teach, baby,” you mused. “I wonder if any of your students ever wonder who the fuck I am.” You giggled again, grabbing his face and kissing him sweetly, but still burning up for him. He smiled and pulled you close once more before you needed to climb off his lap to redress.

“I’ll see you at home later,” he said, kissing the top of your head as you both straightened out your clothes.

“Can’t wait baby. Can you pick up dinner on your way?”

“Of course.” One more kiss, and then it was time for him to head back to class. You hummed at the feeling of his t-shirt against your skin again, so soft, but you couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours again later that night at home.

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yeocult · 4 years

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lover’s guide | s.mg

genre: fluff, slight ansgt, college au

wc: 4.2k words

synopsis: 5 steps to love by song mingi

step one: being noticed

“mingi, are you even listening?” the male jolted up at the sudden call of his name from his professors, earning a few stares from his classmates.

“um y-yes.” he mentally slapped himself for stuttering. mingi sighed and closed his eyes, desperately trying to kill off the feeling that welcomed itself into his mind.

just a few days earlier, during lectures when he laid his eyes on you. he thought it was maybe admiration at first. you were one of the top students of the class and the way you carried yourself with such grace was so attractive to him. your range of style was captivating, each day came with a new outfit. he liked the way you were confident and also was experimenting with different styles. not to mention you killed every look.

the sudden attraction seems like one of those middle school crushes that he could get over within three days, maximum. but even after three days, he didn’t. he couldn’t stop himself from staring at you from across the room and he often caught himself thinking about you.

he would use every chance he got to interact with you, although he couldn’t say he was the best at it. he knew that small smiles whenever you two pass in the halls or that silently complementing your choice of accessories was not enough for you to get the hint of his crush on you. but he did it anyway.

today was nothing new. mingi found himself stealing glances at you once in a while, especially since lectures were long and he rather had his focus somewhere else than some boring discussion about costume history from the professor’s monotone voice.

“mingi can you be any more obvious? if i was them, i could feel you basically staring into my soul from across the room.” his friend whispered leaning closer to mingi to avoid making a scene. mingi scoffs and wooyoung earned an elbow to his side. “don’t word it like that…” mingi fixes his eyes on the professor to avoid getting called on again, “is it that bad?” he quietly asked and wooyoung nodded.

the boring lectures came to an end and granted him a long desired freedom. since it was his final class for the day, he was free to go home and take that nap he craved for. wooyoung was long gone with yeosang as they walked out of the room together, while mingi was a rather bit slower when packing his supplies.

it wasn’t until you came up to him that he felt his whole body freeze. his insides were jumping and he didn’t know if it was from excitement or nervousness, probably both. you held onto your tote bag with one hand while the other was playing with the hem of your shirt as you approached the tall male.

“hey mingi!” you happily greeted him and mingi mirrored your smile and waved back at you. your smile was continuous, how could he not smile back even if he looked like a huge idiot.

“i really like your style. you always stand out,” you paused for a moment realizing how that sounded. “you dress really well, um your style is different from others, i like it.” you added for clarifications, not wanting to sound impolite or anything in that manner.

within less than a minute, you manage to make mingi do cartwheels in his head and the happiest man alive. “o-oh thank you! i actually made this shirt myself. it didn’t turn out well so i just wear it casually—sometimes even to bed…” he trailed off. “thank you, uh i really like your earrings, by the way, they’re pretty.” he tells you. mingi wanted to evaporate right now after so much he just stuttered and rambled right in front of you. he shyly scratched his nape, hoping his nervousness didn’t make the air awkward.

your soft giggles filled the lecture room as you thanked him. then you waved cheerfully and made your way towards the exit, leaving mingi there stunned. you noticed him and that was all mingi needed to know he was in love.

step two: being friends

mingi has been falling asleep with a soft smile and waking up with full energy the past week. because ever since you interacted with him, you two have grown closer. he felt more comfortable and less shy around you. the short greetings have turned into telling each other how his days went and him listening to you praise the new album your favourite group released. the two of you would walk to the bus station together after the bell rings, spending lunch breaks together, and facetime once in a while.

he learned a lot about you during the period he started to hang out with you more. mingi took note that you often wore dangly earrings over studs and that you like to eat strawberries to fuel your body during study sessions. he also learned that you went into fashion major simply for the interest and passion of it, he admired you for that. mingi likes to think that your jewelry choices match you fairly well; bright and attractive.

the two of you have been spending lunch breaks together. during those times, you noticed that mingi is a slow eater and he told you he also makes music with one of his friends, hongjoong, who was a year older than him. you noticed his little habits of laughing with his whole body. throwing his head back and sometimes clapping his hand in amusement. although he might come off intimidating or cold to some people, mingi is definitely the most wholesome person you’ve come across and you still can’t wrap your head around his duality.

you two would sit at the bus station waiting for your ride home. mingi’s place was within walking distance but he insisted on waiting with you. after all, it was a perfect opportunity to spend more time with you. and if there’s anything mingi likes more than you, is spending time with you.

the both of you were browsing your phones while waiting for your bus to arrive. getting bored with the lack of notifications on his phone, mingi leaned in to glance at your phone screen.

“you like cats?” mingi asked you as the both of you watch some fluffy cat video on your instagram feed. you shifted your phone for the better view for him and nodded.

“they’re just so cute, right?” mingi hummed in response. he held back on telling you that he thought you were way cuter than the cats, but decided to save it for another time. you proceed to tell him that your mother is allergic plus that you probably wouldn’t have much time to take care of a pet being in college and all that. he watched your eyes filled with glitter as you continue to watch more cat videos on your screen.

the bus finally arrived and you quickly stood up. it saddens him a little that he couldn’t watch you become all smiley over cats.

“thanks for waiting with me again, mingi. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you gave him a quick hug from the side and softly smiled at him. silently hoping your swift action wasn’t weird or sudden to him, because you really were appreciating the little things mingi does for you. including companying you while your bus arrives.

mingi softly smiled at you. “anytime.” he kept his response short because knowing himself, he wouldn’t know how to speak normally with stutters and rambling if he continued.

he tried to cover up the fact that he’s blushing like a fool right now and his heart is beating extremely fast over a simple and quick hug. didn’t go very well as mingi stood there with his cheeks painted a crimson colour and heat rushes throughout his body. a damn hug. you simply warped your arms around his figure and made your way towards the bus like nothing had happened. like you hadn’t made mingi the happiest person alive.

overtime, mingi was proud to call you his close friend. even though that wasn’t what he exactly hoped for, he hoped for a little more actually. but at the end of the day, he was happy nonetheless to have you with him.

step three: first date

today’s a special day, making you want to doll yourself up more than usual. “is this too much?” you’ll never admit it out loud but being around mingi made you feel a bit timid and shy. the total opposite of how people view you, bold and charming.

you weren’t the type to care about what others thought about you. after all, fashion was how you expressed yourself and you didn’t limit yourself to one style. if you felt like adding one more hair clip to your hair, then who’s gonna stop you? on days when you’ve lost your confidence, mingi would be the first person to compliment you. and that was all it took for you to truly appreciate yourself.

“w-what? no! you look amazing, you always do.” mingi pointed out how your nail polish matches your hair clips and you felt at ease, your body loses its stiffness and you softly smile at his compliment.

mingi on the other hand, felt like he was always overdressing. maybe choose something a little more simple? tone down with the colours? those types of thoughts kept mingi from truly playing around with his wardrobe. he admitted, he was insecure. that all changed when he started to hang out with you. your confidence brushing on him made him careless about what others might think of him. he started layering jewellery and wearing that flashy jacket because he can. you had noticed your little influence on him and you loved that for him.

“you don’t look too bad yourself.” you helped mingi break from his shell and gain confidence, mingi made you feel comfortable in your own skin.

the bell chimed at your entrance. your eyes light up at the environment. the welcome scent of coffee wafts through the air and the soft melody playing in the background automatically brings joy to your face. you’ve never been to a cat cafe before, seeing this amount of cute cats casually walking around has added ten years to your life. mingi and you settled to a small table by the window with a few cats already sitting there on the shelf. the sun shined through the glass, warming up the seat and table. while you busy yourself with your new furry buddy, mingi left to order a few drinks and dessert for the both of you.

as he waited in line, he thought about how lucky he was to even be here with you right now.

“so…” mingi takes a break from drawing figures on his sketchbook and meets your face. you hummed and pulled your laptop screen lower so you can see his face. the two of you were studying together in the library, helping each other in various topics covered in today’s lessons. mingi was always grateful that your schedules line up with his. meaning all of his breaks, he can spend time with you since you were off as well. and since you were both fashion majors, it only made sense if you both helped each other out.

“i have a friend, he works at this cat cafe and i was wondering…” pause. his eyes lowered at his hands fidgeting with his pen. “if you wanted to go with me tomorrow?” he continued but couldn’t help to lower his voice almost to a whisper as he shyly asked you out. he knew how much you loved cats and thought it was a perfect idea to take you to visit the cafe one day.

your face immediately lights up at the idea of a cat cafe. “mingi are you serious? i would love to!” you send him a big toothy grin as you were so excited to be able to go with him. “it’s a date then!”

mingi swore his heart stopped beating and his nose forgot how to breathe for a second at your words.

“you’re deep in love aren’t you prince charming?” his friend from behind the counter teased. san grinned at mingi while typing in his order into the machine. it seem like wooyoung had already told san about mingi’s little secret.

he rolled his eyes, as if he doesn’t get ridiculed enough from wooyoung and yeosang in class already. “and what about it?” mingi scoffs, pulling out a couple bills and handed them to san.

luckily for him, you weren’t around to hear it. although parts of him wished you could hear what just san said because he doesn't know how long he can control his feelings anymore. but mingi wanted his confession to be a bit more romantic rather than his friend blurting it out, so he kept quiet and waited. you were currently occupied with your phone, filling up your photo gallery with pictures of them while waiting for mingi to order.

“it means you should probably do something about it.” san winked, handing mingi his receipt before heading back to prepare his drinks. mingi knew exactly what he meant about that. he knew exactly what he should do about these uncontrollable feelings. but he just couldn’t find the courage to do it anytime soon.

he sighed and glanced towards the table where you sat. he was really glad he brought up the idea of bringing you here because mingi realized how endearing your love for cats was. even from afar, the way you gently pet the cat by the window makes his heart melt. no complaints from him though. if they can make you smile non-stop, then that’s all it matters.

“order up for lover boy.” san announced playfully, snapping mingi out of his thoughts of you and bringing him back from reality. mingi rolled his eyes and blatantly ignored his friend’s word, taking the tray of food in his hand. hearing san giggle from behind him only made him more annoyed but he quickly calmed down at the sight of you playing with a cat’s paw.

“hey. i got your favourites.” he placed the tray in the middle. you thanked him as you took a bite into your strawberry shortcake and a sip from the iced americano. you felt butterflies in your stomach, you couldn’t help but to feel this way towards mingi because he never fails to remember all the little things you’ve told him.

the two of you enjoyed your drinks and desserts and talked about anything that came to your mind. mingi was an easy person to talk to. no matter what you talked about or how long you would ramble on a topic, he was listening to every single word that came out of your mouth. sometimes you would carry the whole conversation and he didn’t mind. and neither did you because something about not worrying or stressing over if you were being boring or annoying was what made you love talking to mingi. your voice was like music to him, he could listen to it all day long. he propped his chin on his hand as you continued to talk.

you jump up slightly at the furry feeling the side of your leg. you melt at the sight of a persian cat making figure eights around your legs. another kitten nearby was on its back, all sprawled out. you both were in awe at the sight of all these cute cats around the place. while you fixed your gaze on the cats, mingi had his eyes focused on you the entire time.

step four: confession

everything was going fine. until it wasn’t.

self-doubts and anxiety starts creeping in and you feel weak. you were unsure, because nothing good has ever lasted this long. you had no idea this would happen when approached mingi. but after that day, you found yourself looking forward to talking with him more. and over time, of course, you fell for him. who wouldn’t?

it felt odd. suspicious. everything was going so smoothly with you and mingi. he makes you feel excited to wake up every day and spend your breaks with him. he makes classes and college a little more bearable. you love the way he unconsciously caress your hand under the table like it’s a habit. you love the little things he does for you like sharing earbuds while waiting for your bus. mingi was an angel towards you.

it was too good to be true.

you were hidden underneath your blanket in a fetal position, curled up with your knee to your chest as you quietly sobbed in your room. you felt terrible. how you’ve been avoiding mingi recently ever since this unsettling feeling started to creep in. you tried to bury your whimpers and sniffs as you heard your door creak open and felt the bed dip.

“hey.” no response. he couldn’t see your face. the only thing he could hear was the shaky breath that you tried so hard to hide from underneath the covers. he could tell you’ve been crying for the past hour or even days considering your current state.

“leave me alone,” you snapped at him. mingi pursed his lips at your jarring words, deciding to push it away because he knew you didn’t mean any harm.

he’s noticed, he always does. today is sunday, he hasn't seen or heard from you ever since friday afternoon. even so, you disappeared right after classes ended and he couldn’t get a hold of you. you weren’t at the bus stop as you normally would, it had mingi worried to death. he started to think about his past actions or words to see if any of that had made you upset, but none came to his mind. opting to just stay by your side for now.

“i haven’t seen you in so long, is everything okay?” he asked but got no response. the lump in your throat prevents you from telling the truth, so you kept quiet. you could only shake your head from underneath the covers.

“i’m here for you, i don’t want you to go through this alone.” mingi took a deep breath. he didn’t like seeing you like this. he settled on the bed right next to your figure, you flinched at his touch when he patted your shoulders gently. he didn’t say a word, he allowed you to continue crying, letting out any pain that has been trapped in there.

and with that, you slowly pulled the covers down. revealing your glossy eyes and puffy lips from the endless hours of crying in your room.

mingi quickly took you into his embrace because he just couldn’t stand the sight of you crying. he’s been dying to hold you. he tells you that everything is okay to be okay and that it’s okay to cry. maybe silence was the best medicine for now, but he felt the urge to tell you that things were going to be okay. he lets you cry in his arms, allowing you to break down as he rubs your back. you buried your face into the warmth of his chest as he held the back of your head and rubbed your back. soft whispers from mingi calmed you down, you focused your mind on his smooth voice to escape the unsettling thoughts that welcomed itself into you.

you pushed yourself off him and took a shaky deep breath, it sounds like you were going to break and tears would storm down your cheeks again but you quickly collected yourself.

“i’m sorry.” you whispered, wiping your face with the back of your hand. you didn’t know what to do now. tell him? or make up an excuse on why you’ve been down lately? tell him that you were afraid that he would leave you? or push off the topic and hope that he’ll buy it?

you played with your hands as you sat there helpless in front of him, until mingi’s voice broke your racing thoughts. “it’s okay. take your time.” he took both your hands in his, caressing your hand with his thumb gently, like he always does. holding them like you were going to disappear any moment now, leaving him alone.

a comfortable silence falls between you and mingi as you both sit on your bed holding each other's hands. until you blurted out the words you’ve been holding back, words you’ve been thinking over and over.

“i love you.”

mingi froze at your sudden confession. releasing his grip on your hands and his eyes widened. he felt like his heart was about to explode. the fluttering in his stomach, feeling hesitant of what to say back because he was definitely not expecting this so suddenly.

“i…” he began, unsure of how to properly explain the complexity of his feelings, “i love you too, ever since i laid my eyes on you.” chuckling at himself at how cheesy he sounded. unashamed of how stupidity in love he sounds right now, because letting you know how important you are to him was his goal.

giggling at how adorable he looks when he proposed his feelings, loving how he can make you smile despite you being a mess just a couple of minutes ago. loving how being here with you, makes you forget all about those negative thoughts. you took his hands into yours once again. a wave of relief washes you over because now. you didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, not when he’s by your side.

“it’s just…” you drop your head down at his hands as you play with his fingers, “nothing this good as happened to me and i just…” you trail off, feeling the tears in the corner of your eyes coming back. just afraid of you leaving me, was what you wanted to say but couldn’t. mingi notices and instantly intertwines his hands with yours.

“hey, it’s okay. i’m going anywhere, okay?” he reassures you, like he was reading your thoughts. lifting up his hand intertwined with yours to your eye level as his little proof. his action didn’t fail to make you smile.

“thank you, mingi. for being with me.”

“like i said, i’m always here for you. now c’mere.” opening his arms wide with a huge grin plastered on his face as an invitation for you to melt in his arm. you hurled in his arms.. finding solace in the crook of his neck, feeling his warmth and taking in his scent.

the room was filled with little sniffles from you, sounding like a toddler who’s favourite toy went missing. “sorry for getting my snot on your shirt.” you shyly chuckled for ruining the slightly romantic atmosphere.

“it’s okay, only because i love you.” if hugs healed, mingi would hold you forever.

step five: being a couple

“close your eyes for me?”

“don’t tell me what to do.”

“you—” mingi sighed. “just do it, please.”

“okay, only because you said the magic word.” you quipped with a smirk.

mingi scoffed. when you shut your eyes, he leads you in front of the mirror. he pulled out the handmade necklace he’s been working on the past couple of days. his hands, unlike the rest of his body, were cold. he carefully brushed your hair out of the way then carefully clipped the two ends of the necklace together. turning them to the front and letting them sit on your collarbones.

it was a simple gold chain with a charm, representing you. he was aiming for a piece you would be able to wear casually, fitting with everyday outfits as well as complementing your other jewelry pieces since he knew you liked to layer them.

with anticipation, you asked if you can open your eyes, mingi hum a tune in response. “i got you a little something, i hope you like it.” slowly opening your eyes to reveal mingi’s gift. heat crawling up your face when your eyes laid on the beautiful piece of gold jewelry resting around your neck. there laid a charm, a key.

“baby…” you gazed at your new favourite jewellery while trying to hold back tears. getting on your tippy-toes, reaching for his cheeks to give him a quick “thank you” kiss.

mingi flashed you a huge satisfied grin, “ta-da! we’re matching!” he pulled his own necklace that was hidden under his shirt with the brightest smile on his face, the type of smile that turned his eyes into crescents. instead of a key, his was a lock. you were in awe at the connection and how thoughtful it was.

“thank you mingi, i love it so much.” you wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck and a quick peck on his cheeks that made his heart burst into a million pieces.

in a short amount of time, you two managed to brighten each other’s day effortlessly. mingi has never been so wrong about his little crush on you lasting three days. even though it was silly, he thanked himself every day for choosing to wear that shirt. who knew something he put so little thought into could turn to be the best thing that’s happened to him? he was so proud to be in love with such an incredible person. a love he would cherish for life.

“thank you for loving me.”

happy birthday to the best boy, song mingi <3

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teenwolffanclub-me · 4 years

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Season 1, Episode 1: Wolf Moon (Part Two)

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

P.S. Stiles and Y/N finally talk! Yay!

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I nearly jumped out of moms car as she skidded to a stop outside Beacon Hills High School. Somehow, I was late on my first day. Not a good first impression. She started her new job at the hospital today, too, but she didn’t have to be in until around noon.

“Good luck honey!” She called out and I sent a dismissive wave over my shoulder.

I slammed the passenger door shut and walked briskly toward the school. I was supposed to meet the principal out here for some reason, so I found a bench to sit on while I waited. I plopped down and immediately noticed a girl sitting on the bench across from me, talking on the phone. She had long dark hair that fell over her shoulders in loose waves and dark brown eyes. She looked tall and slender as she crossed her legs and ruffled through the beige bag beside her.

“Mom, a call on my first day is a little overdoing it.” She huffed and continued searching in her purse. “Everything but a pen. Oh, my God. I didn’t actually forget a pen. Okay. I gotta go. Love ya.”

Just then, a man wearing a grey suit approached us. He stopped in front of her and smiled politely at us both.

“Sorry for the wait.” He greeted.

I stood and slowly made my way toward both of them, assuming that she was another new student getting a chauffeur to her first class, too. She pulled her sleeves over her hands and sent me a timid smile. I returned the favor.

“Allison, meet Y/N. Y/N, Allison.” The man started walking and we followed silently. “So, you were saying San Francisco isn’t where you grew up?”

I figured he was talking to Allison since I’ve never lived in San Francisco nor spoken to him before.

“No, but we lived there for more than a year. Which is unusual for my family.”

That piqued my interest.

“Y/N, I take it you recently moved here as well?” The principal’s eyes met mine and I nodded.

“We move a lot, too.” Allison looked relieved not to be the only one and I had to admit that I was glad too. It was nice to know someone who could relate to my weird upbringing, even if we didn’t end up being friends.

“Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be both of your last stops for awhile.” Our tour guide said cheerfully with a grin.

He led us into the school and through the halls casually. They were empty since we were late, and everyone was in class already. I glanced around, noting that it looked utterly normal. Normal was good. Normal was safe. Despite that revelation, my heart rate picked up and I wiped my sticky palms on my jeans. I always hated starting over. It made me incredibly nervous every time.

The principal made a right turn and opened a wooden classroom door. He stepped inside and both Allison and I followed. We must have the same first period. She looked even more nervous than I felt. She was constantly fidgeting with her hands and wasn’t making eye contact with anyone as we stood before the class. I, on the other hand, let my gaze sweep over the room as he introduced us.

“Class, these are our new students, Allison Argent and Y/N Y/L/N. Please do your best to make them feel welcome.”

He left quickly, leaving us to find empty seats. Allison instantly started walking toward the back of the room, probably not wanting to be the center of attention anymore, but I hesitated as I caught sight of two familiar people. It took me a second, since I’d only seen them in the dark, but those two boys were definitely the same ones from last night.

The one with shaggy hair, Scott, was staring at Allison with a small, dopey smile. His friend with the buzzed hair was glaring at the back of his head, as if he could sense that he was thinking something stupid. He, once again, was wearing too many layers. He wore a t-shirt, a grey zip-up hoodie, and a black jacket. I figured it must just be a style choice.

I forced my legs to move when I noticed that Allison was already sliding into the chair behind Scott. I made my way to the only other free desk, which was a row over behind his friend. Once I was seated, I let my bag fall to the floor beside me and tried to relax. That had been pretty painless.

I fished inside my bag for a pencil and watched as Scott turned to Allison. He handed her a pen and she took it with a quiet, “thanks”. My brows furrowed. How did he know she needed a pen? She’d said she forgot one while outside, but she had barely just sat down. He had no way of knowing.

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis on page 133.” The teacher announced, and my attention snapped back to the front of the room.

Well, that was weird.

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The bell rang to dismiss us for the day and I rose to my feet quickly. My first day hadn’t been awful. I’d chatted with a few classmates and hadn’t felt too lost in my classes. Sometimes it was hard moving from place to place, because not every state teaches on the same schedule.

I glanced down at the piece of paper I’d written my locker number and combination on and made my way toward it. It was only when I started dialing in the numbers that I noticed Allison was standing beside me at her own locker.

“Following me?” I joked, and she laughed lightly.

“Hey, us new kids have to stick together, right?” She flicked her hair over her shoulder and concentrated on opening her lock.

She popped it open and glanced across the hall. I followed her gaze and rolled my eyes when I saw that Scott was staring dreamily at her. He was leaning against his own locker, looking like a lost puppy. She sent him a timid smile in return and turned back toward me.

A sudden voice from behind had us both turning around. “That jacket is absolutely killer.”

The compliment had come from a petit girl with strawberry blonde hair and an outfit to die for. She was wearing a red, white, and blue plaid mini skirt with a royal blue sweater tucked inside. Her beautiful green eyes were expertly framed by subtle makeup. She looked more like a model than a high school student.

“Where’d you get it?” She prodded when Allison didn’t respond right away.

She hesitated for another moment. “My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco.”

The girl’s gaze moved in my direction and she looked me up and down. I prepared myself for the worst but was surprised when her eyes lit up in excitement.

“Those shoes!” She gasped. I looked down at my ankle boots then back up to her. “Is your mom a fashion buyer too?”

“No,” I chuckled, relieved that she was actually being nice to me. I didn’t have a great track record with the popular crowd. “She’s a nurse.”

“And...you are my new best friends.” She smirked as Allison and I shared a quick, uncertain glance. This girl was nice, sure, but also a bit over the top for my liking.

Just then, a guy walked up and put his arm around our “new best friend”, who I realized still hadn’t formally introduced herself.

“Hey, Jackson.” They shared a brief kiss before both of their gazes were on us again. Well, at least I know his name.

He was admittedly a very attractive guy. His blond hair was short and spiked at his forehead, and he was clearly muscular beneath his thin t-shirt and plaid button up. He even had a strong jaw and striking turquoise eyes, to boot.

“So, this weekend there’s a party.” The girl crossed her arms and leaned back against Jackson’s chest.

“A party?” Allison echoed with a swallow.

“Yeah, Friday night. You should come.” Jackson chimed in, smirking devilishly.

“Oh, I can’t. It’s family night this Friday. Thanks for asking.” She quickly brushed them off. It was clear that she was lying. To me, at least.

All of their eyes moved in my direction and I glanced between them as I weighed my options.

“Sure. I’m in.” I shrugged.

I had never been a big partier, but it wouldn’t hurt to socialize a little. I’d never been invited to something on my first day at a new school, so I took it as a good sign. I wanted to make friends here. I wanted normalcy. And fun.

“We have tryouts in a few minutes.” Jackson suddenly announced. It took me a moment to realize that he was inviting us to watch. “That is, if you don’t have anything else...”

“Well, I was going to...”

“I actually have...”

We were both cut off as the girl gripped each of our wrists lightly.

“Perfect.” She smirked and urged us with her eyes to comply. “You’re coming.”

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I took a seat next to Allison and Lydia—yes, I finally asked her name—in the stands, rubbing my hands together against the chilly late afternoon air. I was slightly surprised to learn that we’d be watching lacrosse. I just assumed the tryouts would be for football.

I watched as Allison and Scott stared at each other from across the field very obviously and wondered what their deal was. It was almost like they had a history or something.

“Who’s that?” She suddenly asked, her eyes still on him.

“Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?” Lydia’s tone was slightly judgmental, giving her feelings away easily. She clearly didn’t like to associate with anyone outside her clique.

“He’s in my English class.” Allison muttered, seemingly embarrassed to have asked.

I saw him cock his head to the side out on the field, almost as if he could hear us. I narrowed my eyes as the coach blew his whistle and Scott covered his ears like it physically hurt him.

“His name is Scott.” I said without thinking about how I shouldn’t know that.

Both girls looked at me in question and I shrugged with a sheepish smile. “I’m observant.”

They easily accepted my answer and turned their attention back to the tryouts. I winced as the poor guy took a ball to the face. After that one hit, he did surprisingly well. He caught each pass that came his way without effort. After Scott caught another round of balls, Jackson shoved his way to the front of the line, looking pissed off.

He threw as hard as he could, jumping a couple feet in the air as his body twisted from the force of it. We all watched with baited breath as the ball flung toward Scott. The stands erupted into cheers the second he caught it. His friend with the buzzed hair jumped up and waved his hands excitedly. Even Lydia stood to clap her hands.

“That’s my friend!” The guy shouted. Jeez, I really need to learn his name already.

Lydia cheered again and sent Jackson a pointed look. It was as if she were scolding him from afar and saying, “I’m only dating you because you’re the best player, so shape up.” He glared back, his nostrils flaring in anger.

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“I made a complete and total fool of myself.”

I rolled my eyes and shut my locker with a quiet click. Allison was freaking out over nothing.

“He asked to you to go to the party with him.” I reassured her, leaning against the cool metal while I waited for her to gather her things. She had graciously offered me a ride home from school since my mom was working until late tonight.

“Probably out of pity or something.” She sighed and shut her locker.

She was nervous that she had scared Scott off after rushing into the animal clinic last night with a dog she’d somehow run over. Clearly, it was fine. Despite her “utter hysterics” as she called them, he’d invited her to the party this weekend. That was a good thing. It meant he didn’t care that she was an over emotional dog-hitter.

Speaking of Scott, we were quickly approaching where he stood at his locker. We were still at the end of the now empty hall when Jackson walked up and harshly slammed the metal door shut. On instinct, I grabbed Allison’s arm and dragged her into a nearby classroom.

I moved my head into the hall just enough to see them. She looked at me like I was crazy until I pointed in their direction. She seemed to catch on and ducked down beside me.

“Alright, little man.” Jackson huffed, invading Scott’s personal space. “How about you tell me where you’re getting your juice?”

“Juice?” Allison murmured, and I shushed her.

“What?” Scott sounded breathless.

“Where are you getting your juice?” Jackson enunciated each word, as if dumbing it down for him to understand.

He hesitated for a long moment. “My mom does all the grocery shopping.”

I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep my giggle from outing us. I mean, come on. That was so dumb. Allison glared at me for laughing at her crush, but I saw her lips twitching as she fought a smile.

“Now listen, McCall. You’re going to tell me exactly what it is and who you’re buying it from, because there’s no way in hell you’re out there kicking ass in the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.” Jackson spat the words in Scott’s face, sounding incredibly angry.

“Oh,” Scott’s eyes lit up with recognition. “You mean steroids. Are you on steroids?”

Jackson slammed him into the lockers and both Allison and I jumped in surprise at his aggression. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“You wanna know whats going on with me?” He shoved Jackson away harshly. “You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn’t be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible! I’m sleepwalking three miles into the woods—.”

My shoulders tensed as memories of me doing that exact thing the other night flashed in my mind. He’d been sleepwalking too?

“—and I’m pretty much convinced that I’m totally out of my freaking mind!” He breathed out a heavy sigh and let his head fall back into the lockers.

Allison and I stood completely still, stunned by his words. So he had been listening to her phone call on the first day. That’s how he knew she needed a pen. And he’d heard us again in the stands at tryouts. He’d just confirmed it, he had supernatural abilities. By the sounds of it, they were new, too. But how?

“You think you’re funny, don’t you, McCall? I know you’re hiding something. I’m gonna find out what it is. I don’t care how long it takes.” Jackson slammed his fist against the lockers and stalked off.

I shut the door to the classroom we were hiding in and leaned against it, my head swimming with information. My eyes caught Allison’s and she looked back at me, slightly terrified.

“What. The. Hell. Was. That.”

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I shifted my red solo cup between hands and leaned against one of the thick columns on either side of the pool. Lydia really knew how to throw a party. The outdoor space was packed with dancing bodies. Music thumped loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. It looked like everyone was having the time of their lives, my friends included.

Scott and Allison were dancing a few feet away from me. On the car ride home, we’d decided to investigate his weird outburst another time. It was just too much to deal with right now. It appeared she’d moved on from it already as they got progressively closer. Lydia and Jackson were grinding against the column beside me, although she was glaring in Allison’s direction with a hint of jealousy, which was weird.

Just then, someone bumped into my shoulder, causing my drink to spill down my arm. I jumped back, trying to keep it from going all over my clothes, and glared at the perpetrator next to me.

“Ah, sorry.” He winced before turning away. I rolled my eyes at his quick departure. Great, just great. It was bad enough that I was fifth-wheeling at this thing. Now I was cold and sticky.

Surprisingly, the guy returned a moment later with a handful of napkins. Way too many napkins. I let him dab at my arm for a few seconds until he was satisfied that it was dry. He glanced up at me, and I realized it was Scott’s spaz of a friend.

Now that I was less than a foot away from him, I noticed how adorable he really was. His boyish features were littered with small freckles and his thin lips were pulled into a sheepish smile. His light brown eyes, the color of molten caramel, were warm and kind.

Those eyes flickered around my face before landing back on my own.

“Stiles...” He mumbled, sounding breathless.

“What?” I wasn’t sure if he’d just sneezed or had a stroke or what, but that was definitely not a real word.

From the corner of my eye I saw Scott suddenly wince in front of Allison and stagger away from her. She watched him disappear into the crowd, looking both confused and concerned. His friend called his name and immediately ran after him, ending whatever weird conversation we were starting.

Just then, I felt a dark presence behind me. My heart started racing and my shoulders tensed as an ominous feeling overwhelmed my senses. I turned slowly to see a tall man in a leather jacket staring straight at me.

That is definitely not a teenager.

He took a step forward and I took one back.

“You know, you shouldn’t make a habit of trespassing on private property.” His voice was deep with warning. He stared straight into my soul and I gulped.

My brows furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?”

I was suddenly missing the goofy boy’s company. Before the creepy guy could say anything else, Allison appeared at my side with tears in her eyes.

“I wanna go home.” She sounded incredibly upset that Scott had just up and left her. I couldn’t really blame her, either. He was acting really weird. “Who’s this?”

“My name is Derek.” Creepy guy shoved his hands into the pockets of his thick jacket. “I’m a friend of Scott’s.”

I eyed him carefully. I’d never seen the two talk and he looked way too old to be friends with a sophomore in high school. The guy practically exuded dishonesty.

“Need a ride?”

I was about to politely decline when Allison nodded enthusiastically. She just wanted to get out of here, and since we both drove with other people we were kind of stranded. She started walking away with him so I had no other choice but to follow along, I didn’t like it one bit. My stomach was churning uncomfortably at the thought of us being alone with this guy.

Whatever happened to stranger danger, anyway?

Although the ride was a little awkward, we both made it home safely that night. Little did we know what was lurking just around the corner.

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lewdladylily · 3 years

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You've mentioned this kink club you frequent a few times, what's the place like generally? Like what kinda stuff do they have going on in a place like that?

There are about 4 within reasonable driving distance of where I live (salt lake city, Utah) but I have only gone to two of them due to time and distance constraints. Though you do get kink nights at a couple local dance clubs, I know Area 51 (local dance club) does them here and there, and they are generally kink friendly any time. The local drag queens really like Area 51.

Anyway, the kink clubs are community run and non commercial. The two I am familiar with are actually built in a residential area - from the outside it just looks like someone’s house, you would never know unless you knew. Someone owns the place and it is technically their home, but I don’t know who. They don’t like to let people know who they are and we all respect their privacy. My understanding is not even the neighbors know. As a side note, the cops all know where these clubs are, it isn’t a problem.

My personal favorite was founded around 60 years ago by the gay leather community but it’s always been open to the larger kink community, we all want somewhere to meet and do our thing so we support each other. Also there is a lot of cross over between different groups.

The one I go to most often has a large living room area that has been converted into a dance floor, which acts as the main play area, area for meetings and classes, and occasionally as an actual dance floor when events call for it. There is a sound system, dance club style lighting, padded benches along the walls, and lots of bondage furniture (also scattered around the rest of the clubhouse). There are several other rooms, 3 additional smaller play rooms, a rest area, a kitchen area (Free water bottles all the time, snacks most nights, as well as a soda machine).

Outside of the main clubhouse they built a small bar, maybe 15 feet by 30. You can smoke there, some nights they serve drinks, tables, stools, etc. You get it. It is a good hangout place, cozy and comfortable feel. I’ve spent a lot of hours there just chatting with people.

They have a consensual non consent area set up in the back half of the bar. The idea is that there is a hazard line on the floor that indicates a “danger” area, as well as a stop light they got somewhere. If it is green, all normal rules apply. If it is red then past the line cnc rules are in place - if you are past the line then it is an invitation for someone to come and do what they want with you without asking permission first (unless you safe word, safe words are always in effect). Generally people are not confident enough to do anything though, unless they already know you. I’ve never had the nerve to try it myself on either side. There is this one lady that is a really good belly dancer that likes to go hang out and dance in the CNC area. I’ve never been around for anyone doing more than groping her, but I understand sometimes people will tie her up, maybe use a vibrator on her.

There are also two chairs with built in restraints set up in the CNC area if that is your thing.

There is also a pretty good size patio area. Generally we just sit and chat on warm evenings out there. It is technically open for scenes, and that does happen sometimes. I once saw a girl and her dominant doing a water torture scene, basically she was tied up arms behind her back, on her knees in front of a plastic tub filled with water. Her dominant shoved her head under the water, holding her in place while she tried to resist and break free. Pulled up and allowed to breathe before she was unexpectedly pushed back under. Very hot to watch.

For the more general things we get up to there, generally things are set up as events that you can attend. The entry fee was $15 last time I checked, just to cover minimal expenses. You can also donate to improve the clubhouse. It gets a good amount of donations, everyone wants a good place to hang out, but no one is getting any real amount of money out of it. All the donations go into things like buying furniture or cleaning supplies. All events are invitation only, basically any member of the clubhouse can sponsor someone for their first event, after that they have a standing invitation to any open event.

The events themselves vary greatly. The most popular events are the general play parties, where people just show up, hang out, meet people, and sometimes do some play. It is not uncommon at all for people to come without any intention of sexual play at all, it is a very comfortable, queer friendly environment. We’re all weirdos here, no one is going to judge you for whatever you do.

Generally speaking at any given time someone will be doing something though. All scenes and play being done in the clubhouse is open for anyone to watch. So if some hot girl is being tied up, or two attractive people are having sex, or if there is just a really sexy woman half naked across the room, you are free to watch the show and it is not considered impolite to stare.

At any given party you are going to see a wide variety of people. Lots of people in street clothes hanging out, chatting, and watching whatever is going on. You’ll see several people in anything they find sexy such as lingerie, corsets, formal wear, or even just straight up naked. I have seen two submissive friends come handcuffed together and only in panties. One of my friends likes to wear maid outfits with cat ears and a tail. All that good stuff. You’ll see people on leashes or other obvious signs of dominant/submissive dynamics too.

The events are 18+, and I’ve seen people in their 70s there. Most people are 25+. You’ll also find a wide variety of body types, including fat or otherwise not traditionally attractive people, trans people, you name it. That isn’t a real barrier to joining in on the fun or finding partners.

For an example of a more exclusive event, there is a gender queer play group that used to meet regularly, I am not sure if they still do. Open for trans people and cross dressers plus established allies. Strictly invitation only because this can be an extremely frightening thing for people.

I was a regular of the gender queer group, it was an easy place for me to start as a trans women. I felt more comfortable there than at a general play party until I got my bearings in the community, and I was friends with all the cross dressers by that point. Generally the idea was we would get together to hang out and chat, give all the cross dressers a night to dress up, some of the more experienced CDs would put on a workshop for how to do makeup. That sort of thing. These were more casual parties without much heavy play. You wont find people fucking in the basement, but you might see a light spanking scene.

They also do a weekly class on some kink subject. Someone in the community puts together a presentation on something they like in kink - for example, pony play, or dollification, or leather working - and you can come learn about it. I went to a leather class once where the presenter showed off these black leather angel wings she made, they were stunning.

These classes are strictly no play, with the exception of any demonstrations the presenter does, and the donation drive, in which a female volunteer brings around a donation box (it is actually a wooden duck, a lighthearted tradition that I don’t know the origin of) while stripped down to her panties in order to “encourage” donations. It’s a tongue in cheek tradition, we are all perverts so we might as well have some perverted fun and let an exhibitionist whore herself around a bit. No one is expected to donate, but it is encouraged.

The thing that might not get across easily is that this is a very comfortable atmosphere and basically one of the safest places you could go. Everything is built around safety and consent, and everyone is looking out for everyone else. I’ve done intense bdsm scenes before that left me so fucked up that I couldn’t even walk on my own. People helped me to the couch so I could rest, got me a blanket, and then got me a sealed water bottle so I could rehydrate and checked in on me regularly until I was able to properly take care of myself. I felt completely safe the entire time. I’ve watched over people like this myself before. It is just what you do.

If I had to pick a personal favorite thing, it would have to be the cages.

The clubhouse has a large standup cage, usually one occupant, but you can fairly comfortably fit two. Often someone gets locked in there and basically put on display. One time a cute girl was locked in the standing cage, her arms bound to the top of the cage, with it sitting in the middle of the room. People were encouraged to reach in and grope and touch her as they passed. I’ve locked people in there before, including heavy bondage to the bars of the cage while I groped and teased them with a vibrator. That was a ton of fun.

There is also a horizontal, long cage big enough for one person, or if you are willing to get very close and personal two people. It is comfortable enough for long periods of time. You often see a submissive or two locked in that cage, sometimes left there while their dominant goes off and plays with someone else. I met one of my good friends while she was locked in that cage. It has a padded top so it doubles as a bench for an added level of humiliation.

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misc-headcanons · 4 years

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Could you do a scenario where Bakugou's girlfriend meets his parents for the first time?

(So I’ve never written Bakugo before and getting his character down was a fun challenge. Hopefully this isn’t too OOC!)

“So…you’re seriously okay with this?” ____ asked incredulously. “Me meeting your parents?”

Bakugo scowled and shifted in his seat on the common room’s couch. “That’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re going steady and shit, right? You’re gonna see ‘em at some point anyway,” he grumbled. He absentmindedly tugged on the hem of his shirt. “Besides, my mom won’t shut up about wanting to meet you.”

____ smirked and reached over to pinch her boyfriend’s cheek; by Bakugo standards, he was actually being sort of…sweet. She knew he couldn’t just come out and say that they were officially an item, but the casual way he just mentioned that they were going steady was the next best thing. And of course, he just had to bury that tenderness underneath a few dismissive and coarse comments. “Aww,” ____ cooed playfully, “Your mommy wants to meet your new widdle girlfriend?”

Bakugo squirmed away from her and rubbed the fresh pink spot on his cheek. “Fuck, you’re worse than my grandma,” he whined, trying to massage his sore face. He crossed his arms and looked at her. “Look, it’s just gonna be dinner. You don’t have to dress up or anything, whatever you wear’ll be fine. If they say anything about it, I’ll just tell ‘em to fuck off. And don’t think you need to impress them, either. Just be…” He shrugged and shifted his weight. “Just be you. They’ll like you. I mean, I like you, and I hate everyone.” His gaze drifted down, and he wasn’t sure where he really should look. He wasn’t used to telling people he liked them, mainly because he didn’t really like…anyone, really. But ____ wasn’t some random loser, she was…well, ____! She didn’t get pissed whenever he said something without thinking how it’d come out, and he actually tried to consider her feelings sometimes (which was a very foreign concept).

Bakugo’s cheeks weren’t the only ones that were pink now. After a few months of dating, ____ was fluent in “Bakugo-ese” and she could see right through his typical blustery outbursts to what he was really trying to say. Being tender and vulnerable wasn’t really his thing, but he really was trying to give her a decent compliment. She kissed his cheek where she’d pinched it. “Thanks, Bakugo,” she said with a warm smile. “Just let me know when I should head over to your house tomorrow and text me the address.”

Bakugo scoffed. “No way! I’m taking you there myself,” he protested. “You’re fuckin’ terrible with directions. We’ll just leave here together.”

“Oh, c’mon,” ____ sighed, “Your parents are only a few blocks away!”

“Yeah,” Bakugo said with a smirk, “And you’ll find a way to get lost on the way there. We could be next-door neighbors and you’d still have no idea where to go.”

____ laughed and gently punched her boyfriend’s shoulder. “Fine, asshole,” she replied with a sheepish smile. Okay, so maybe she did have no sense of direction; even though she’d been at UA for months, she still had trouble finding her way to classes every day. She headed up the stairs to her dorm room and gave Bakugo a small wave. “See you tomorrow then.” She paused and cocked her head, and Bakugo raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the problem?”

____ flashed him a cheeky grin. “Could you help me find my way to my room? I don’t wanna get lost…”

“IT’S THE FIRST ROOM ON THE TOP FLOOR! How the fuck did you even get into this school!?

____ snorted. “I was joking, you dick.”

“Could’ve fooled me!”

The next day, Bakugo was spending the entire morning pacing in his room. He’d meant to go upstairs and get ____ twenty minutes ago, but there was something keeping him from just getting up and leaving his room. He pulled on the sleeves of his t-shirt and grabbed the doorknob to leave. Why the fuck am I so nervous? She’s just meeting Mom and Dad, and it’s not like I care if they like her or not; if Mom doesn’t like her after all that nagging at me to meet her, it’s her own damn fault!

He felt his phone buzz and he took it out of his pocket. He was expecting it to be ____, wondering what was taking him so long, but it was actually from his mother.

Old Hag: You two on your way, or are you two lovebirds still making out? :3

Bakugo: WE’RE NOT MAKING OUT, YOU FREAK

WHAT KIND OF GROWN ASS WOMAN USES EMOJIS

Old Hag: Calm down, it was just a joke. You know girls don’t think popped blood vessels and yelling all the time are attractive right :P

Bakugo: I’M NOT DOING IT TO BE ATTRACTIVE I’M DOING IT BECAUSE YOU’RE CONSTANTLY PISSING ME OFF

BE THERE IN HALF AN HOUR

Old Hag: See you soon :3

Bakugo: STOP DOING THAT

Old Hag: Doing what? :3c

:3c

Bakugo growled and shoved his phone in his pocket, and he quickly slipped on a pair of old sneakers before throwing his door open. When he saw ____ standing outside his room, he blinked. “Oh, you’re here.” He looked her up and down, eyeing her outfit. Despite telling her not to worry about impressing anyone, she was clearly dolled up a bit compared to her usual torn jeans and ratty t-shirt: She was wearing a fresh-out-of-the-laundry tank top and one of Bakugo’s jackets that he’d left in her room a few days earlier, and her hair was done up in a naturally-tousled, “I totally didn’t spend half an hour getting it to look like I woke up like this” look. She smelled faintly of one of her perfumes, the one that Bakugo liked (because it smelled like candy) but also hated (because it made him crave candy).

____ gave Bakugo a small smile. “You ready to go?”

Bakugo took her by the arm and marched out of the dorms with her. “Tch, I was ready ten minutes ago,” he replied tersely. “C’mon, let’s head to the train station.”

The walk to the station was fairly uneventful, and soon the two of them were on the train. Bakugo slung an arm around ____’s shoulder, and ____ leaned against him; a few older ladies cooed at the two young lovebirds, and Bakugo promptly gave them a death glare to get them to leave him alone. They awkwardly shuffled away, and ____ chuckled. Bakugo felt his cheeks warm up at the sound of her laugh, and he tried to rub his cheek to get rid of the warm sensation.

When they arrived at their stop, Bakugo took ____ by the arm and briskly walked with her. ____ raised an eyebrow at all of the physical contact; Bakugo usually hated being affectionate with her in public. “Not that I’m complaining,” she started, “But what’s with you taking me by the arm and holding me on the train?” She smirked. “You’re not going soft on me, are you?”

Bakugo squeezed her arm tighter and walked at a faster pace. “Fuck no,” he replied brusquely. “I’m just makin’ sure you keep up with me and don’t get lost. I’m already hungry and it’d be a pain in the ass if you wandered off and I had to look for you.”

____ rolled her eyes. “Yeah right,” she replied sarcastically, “If I got lost, you’d just leave me behind and have dinner anyway.” She scrunched up her face and tried to imitate Bakugo’s “pissed off at everything” expression. “ ‘Just eat the scraps you find on the street, stupid! It’s your fault for getting lost, nyehhh!’ ”

Bakugo looked back at her with an annoyed and confused look on his face. “….I’ve never said… ‘Nyehhh…’” The corners of his lips twitched into a smirk. “What the fuck, that’s the worst impression of me I’ve ever heard!”

____ stuck out her tongue. “ ‘Nyehh, that’s the worst impression of me I’ve ever heard!’ “

Bakugo tried to hide the smile that was forming by walking slightly ahead of her. “You’re so fucking weird,” he remarked, slightly squeezing her hand. ____ gently squeezed his hand back, and they continued walking to his parents’ house.

When they made it to his front door, they stood outside for a moment. “So,” ____ said, “Do we knock, or do you want to send a text that you’re here, or—”

Bakugo promptly kicked the door open. “Oi, we’re here,” he yelled out. “Is the food ready? I’m starving!”

____ stared at the door, then at Bakugo, and then shrugged before following him inside. “Or you could do that,” she muttered. “Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

An older man with dark brown hair and glasses poked his head out from the kitchen. “Oh, Katsuki! There you are,” he greeted. He noticed the person standing behind his son and smiled. “And you must be ____!” He stepped out, revealing that he was wearing a blue polo shirt, tan work pants, and an old apron. “I’m Katsuki’s father, Masaru,” he said, shaking her hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

____ returned his handshake. “Thanks, Mr. Bakugo,” she replied kindly. “It’s nice to–”

“SHE’S HEEEERE~!”

____ turned her head at the sudden new voice and saw a young-looking woman with blonde hair run up to her and wrap her in a bear hug. Bakugo groaned and tried to yank the woman off of his girlfriend. “Mom, you’re gonna fucking kill her! Let go, ya old hag!”

Bakugo’s mother released ____ from her arms and playfully punched her son’s shoulder. “Relax, ya little brat,” she replied, “I’m just so happy ya finally brought a girl home!” She crossed her arms and smirked. “Not sure what the hell she could see in a bratty little hothead like you, though.”

Bakugo glared at her, and ____ looked up at his mother now that she wasn’t buried in her arms. She looked a lot like her son, with spiky blonde hair and crimson eyes. She was dressed more casually than her husband, with some well-worn jeans and a white tank top with a lilac-colored jacket over it. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you, Mrs. Bakugo,” ____ replied, rubbing her sore arms. “You’ve got a really strong grip.”

Bakugo’s mother laughed. “No need to be so formal, hon,” she replied with a sweet smile. “Call me Mitsuki!” She ruffled ____’s hair and grinned. “Man, I can’t believe I finally get to see ya,” she marveled. “I always hoped Katsuki would finally start dating and acting like a normal teenager instead of just blowing shit up and harassing all his classmates.”

Bakugo glared at his mother. “I CAN DATE ____ AND BLOW SHIT UP,” he replied angrily, “THEY AREN’T MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE, OLD HA–”

Mitsuki lightly swatted the back of her son’s head. “Oi, don’t be so loud,” she yelled. “You’re gonna ruin ____’s hearing, yellin’ like that all the time!” The two of them glared at each other, and Masaru gently put a hand on ____’s shoulder.

“I know she’s joking,” he said offhandedly, “But she may be right about that. A few years after we got married, I started to develop tinnitus…”

____ smirked. “I’ll be sure to invest in some earplugs then,” she replied. The two of them watched Katsuki and Mitsuki yell at each other for a while. “So, do you usually step in or let them wear each other out?” she asked.

“I’ve got it,” he replied with a reassuring pat on her shoulder. He cupped his hand around his mouth. “Dinner’s ready!”

Instantly, Bakugo and Mitsuki stopped fighting and bounded into the kitchen, bumping each other’s shoulders as they went inside. “Why didn’t ya say so, honey?” Mitsuki stopped to kiss her husband’s cheek and when he smiled at the sudden kiss, ____ noticed that he and Bakugo both had the same little dimple on their mouth. Mitsuki eagerly rubbed her hands together and grabbed a few bowls. “C’mon, let’s eat before it gets cold!”

As the four of them ate a delicious homecooked meal (beef curry with vegetables and egg over rice), ____ quickly warmed up to Bakugo’s family and got to know them better. Mitsuki and Masaru eagerly showed her old family photos of Bakugo, despite his frequent protests. She also talked about how she and Bakugo had met and started dating, and both Mitsuki and Masaru gushed about how sweet the two of them looked together. ____ and Masaru also bonded a bit, since Mitsuki and Bakugo would frequently get into arguments and leave their significant others to their own conversation.

During one of these arguments, Masaru cleared up the dishes and gently laid a hand on ____’s shoulder. “I’m really happy we finally got to meet you,” he said with a kind smile. “I know Katsuki can be…” He glanced at his son, who was red-faced and in the middle of calling Mitsuki a nosey old hag. “Well, he can be prickly and abrasive sometimes, even to people he cares about. I’m just glad he found someone who can see through that side of him.”

____ smiled. “I know what you mean, Mr. Bakugo,” she replied. “I mean, yeah, he’s kind of an assh– er,” she cleared her throat. “A jerk sometimes. Or, well, most of the time. But he makes me happy, and I think I make him happy. He’s actually sweet sometimes, and I feel like he’s less abrasive and stuff now compared to when he was just by himself.”

Masaru nodded. “I agree,” he said. He glanced back at his wife and son with a nostalgic smile. “Usually they’d get into arguments and just go at it for almost an hour, even when I tried to rein him in and get him to focus on something else. But with you here, he actually listens to you and he’ll stop fighting to talk to you. I can’t remember the last time he’s listened to anyone.” He and ____ shared a laugh, and he rose up to wash their dishes in the kitchen sink. Mitsuki noticed what her husband was doing and grabbed her and Katsuki’s bowls before getting up to take them to the sink as well.

Once the two of them were alone, ____ called over to her boyfriend.

“Hey, Bakugo.”

Bakugo immediately turned his head and forgot what he was about to yell in his mother’s face. “Yeah?”

____ reached over and gently pecked his cheek. “I really like your family,” she replied with a smile. “Thanks for finally letting me come over.”

Bakugo raised his eyebrows. “You do?” he asked incredulously. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well…good. They like you too, I think. But even if they didn’t, I’m not gonna stop dating you or anything if they tell me they don’t like you.”

____ rested her head on Bakugo’s shoulder and placed her hand on his underneath the table, and they cuddled for a bit. Mitsuki poked her head out to check on the two of them and quickly pulled her husband by the shirt collar so he could see what he was seeing. “Masaru, look,” she whispered. “He’s being sweet! Aaaah, I think they’re holding hands!”

Masaru looked at the two of them in disbelief, and his face slowly broke into a smile. “It’s about time,” he murmured quietly. “I really think they’ll be great for each other, don’t you, honey?”

Mitsuki covertly whipped out her cell phone and snapped a few pictures of her son being affectionate with his girlfriend and slipped her phone back in her pocket. “I think you’re right,” she said with a smile. The two of them watched in silence for a little while longer, until a loud voice signaled that they’d been caught.

“WHAT THE FUCK’RE YOU STARING AT!?”

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artbymintcookies · 4 years

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Prompt (dealers choice for characters/ pairings) : A goes over to B's apartment and B doesn't want A to have to walk home since A accidentally stayed too long and now its 3 am. B has A stay the night in which they share one (1) shitty twin bed, in which A lies board stiff. Can be either romantic or platonic.

The clock is wrong. It must be wrong because somehow it reads 3:32am and Elektra Natchios is still at his apartment, half dressed and pouring rubbing alcohol onto her raw red knees and not even looking at Foggy.

"I can set up the couch for you," Foggy offers, though he doesn't think she hears him because she doesn't make any moves. "Did you hear? You can always take the bed, of you prefer, but it’s pretty small and I don’t think it’s really your style."

"I should leave," she says without acknowledging him. She wraps some bandages around the worst of her wounds and reaches for her shirt.

Foggy tries to keep his eyes off of her chest. Not only are her breasts bare, but there’s an angry bullet wound to the side, narrowly missing her heart. Foggy had to fish it out with a pair of eyebrow tweezers not half an hour ago. Elektra did the sutures herself.

"You're not leaving like that, are you?"

"It's not the worst I've been hit," she shrugs.

"Wait, don't put that back on," Foggy says, already berating himself. He sees her quirk a brow in his direction and he rolls her eyes, tapping lightly on the back of his head, shaking all the thoughts out of his head. "I mean you can put your clothes in the wash, but it’s pretty much ribbons and thread. I have extra clothes that might actually be comfy."

He ducks into his bedroom and returns with some soft pyjamas that Matt sometimes borrows. They're clean but already stained with blood. They're soft, high thread count, and too small for Foggy to wear.

Elektra looks conflicted, but she takes them anyway. She tears off the rest of her costume and doesn't even give Foggy a chance to look away.

"Matt doesn’t wear underwear under his suit either," Foggy observes. "Are you guys all afraid of chafing or something?"

It gets a laugh out of her, which makes him startle more than anything else she's done all night.

"Would you believe I just didn't want to put them back on after showering? Even outlaws have hygiene boundaries."

"Ever consider wearing pants with your costume?" Foggy asks out of curiosity. He never did get around to asking how these people chose their outfits. There has been a lot of neon colours and spandex, and not all of it seems practical.

She pulls on the shirt, and she looks semi-normal now, the worst of her injuries covered in woven silk. "Never crossed my mind, honestly. How else would I show off my legs?"

Foggy nods in understanding. She had showered at his house, he's sure they're some sort of pals now. "You guys are all narcissists. I'm starting to get it now."

"Top of your class for a reason," she jokes, honest to God jokes, and slips past him into the bedroom. "Well, are you coming or what?"

It takes a second. "Are you inviting me to sleep with you?"

"I'm inviting myself, actually. But Matthew tells me you make a good body pillow."

He shakes his head follows her to the bed, again, more to sate his curiosity than out of desire to be bedfellows with his best friend's scary ex. He watches from the wall as she tucks herself in, but he can’t bring himself to curl up beside her.

"Do you discuss me often?"

"He gets sentimental during pillow talk," she shrugs, and she beackons him closer, rolling them around until he's flat on his back, and she's resting her chin on his chest. "So we have discussed you often."

He doesn't know how to feel about that revelation. His face heats, deciding for him. Embarrassed. He's embarrassed.

"Only good things, I assure you. If I didn't know any better, I might even say he's had a crush on you since undergrad. He used to compare how we smelled."

Foggy groans. "He's an idiot. I'm shocked you two still talk to each other."

"It's more business these days than anything," Elektra tells him with a coy wink. "I've learned he isn't really my type."

"And what might that be?" Foggy asks, and his heart rate is finally starting to slow down from when Elektra broke in to use his bathroom and bandaids. He can almost imagine them as old friends catching up.

"Long legs, vicious smile, floral perfume, usually," Elektra says casually. From so close, Foggy can almost make out the faint lines on her face, marking her age. Even in the dark, he can see how tired her eyes are, but they're softer than he'd ever seen them before.

"Ah," he says.

"Let's go to sleep, counselor. It's been a long one."

She yawns, a rare sight, and then she dozes, still on Foggy. She's surprisingly heavy and angular, sharp muscle everywhere where she's touching him. Eventually, he's able to close his eyes from sheer fatigue, and he’s able to have one last conscious thought on the subject of Elektra's soft snoring.

And Matt maybe acts a little feral for the rest of the week, asking why Foggy smells like Elektra, and maybe Foggy antagonizes him a little, telling him they'd slept together, but in all fairness, Matt had been missing a lot of work lately.

And then maybe Matt comes over during the weekend and uses his bloodhound nose to find the balled up underwear she'd stashed under his sink to throw it in the trash like it had personally offended him. And then maybe Matt carries him to the bed and wraps them both in the sheets to frown at him under the covers.

His bed is small, and it’s really tight.

"I know I don't have a say in your life, but I really don’t want you seeing Elektra again," he says to Foggy’s lips.

So he leans forward a little to kiss him, soft mouthed and chaste. "Done," Foggy agrees easily.

Foggy decides he likes Elektra, maybe a lot. He makes a list of people who might have her number because he knows some great brunch places.

"You're being devious," Matt chides, setting his glasses on the bedside table and climbing on top of Foggy. "I can hear you're being devious."

So maybe Foggy laughs and pokes Matt’s pouting cheek. Maybe he pulls Matt down so that their stomachs lie flush against each other and occupies Matt's mind in other ways.

#mattfoggy #foggy nelson #matt murdock #elektra natchios #elektrafoggy #kinda #daredevil #i love friendship okay #elektra is gay #i love brunch i sneak it into way too many stories i am not subtle #my fic

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Sweet Nothing (MHA Staff AU Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Warnings: None, swf.

If you prefer reading this on wattpad, I posted the story there too. My account name is @ KarlaNicoleM I have the same profile picture and backdrop. Hope you enjoy 😊

Due to there not being many things to do during this first week, I've been mainly sitting at my desk or hanging around the class with Aizawa and watching over the students. I was currently wrapping up my day with some late lunch and a Netflix at my desk when I heard a booming voice walking into the teacher lounge. "M&M!"

I choked on my soba. "Mic! I'm eating damn it!" The tall man tackled me once I turned my seat over.

He continued to hug me into his chest, "I'm sorry, I just missed my sweet little M&M. Now that it's Friday, we should hang out and catch up." Mic's green eyes looked lovingly at me with glowing excitement.

"I missed you too. Even though we've talked nonstop while I was gone. But don't you have your radio show tonight?" I pushed him back slightly, still wanting to be held by my best friend. The dude smelled like vanilla and hairspray, which wasn't the best combination, but I'll sacrifice my nose to hold him.

"It's not until one in the morning. And it's almost 3:15, so I got more than enough time to give my lovely shrimp attention." He patted my head and grinned.

"When do you sleep?" I asked while swatting away his hand.

"Don't know." I shook my head—same old Hazashi Yamada. The biggest doofus, I know. "Plus, it won't be just us. Iris and Kayama are joining, and I am still trying to convince Aizawa to come. It's just dinner; that's it."

"Eeee, I don't know. Did you invite Lily... errrr... Ms. Rowell? Iris knows her, and I don't want her left out."

"Of course she's invited! But she did say she'll only go if you are."

"What about All Might?" I raised my eyebrow.

"He said no." The Yamada pout just made a comeback, folks!

"Awe no, I guess I'll still go. I'll just leave my soba for another meal." Mic shouted with glee and nearly busted my eardrums again. He went in for another bone-crushing hug, but this time he picked me up and twirled me around. I couldn't help but laugh at his excitement.

"Mic be professional, or I'll write a complaint to HR." Aizawa walked in sluggishly with his sleeping bag in hand and papers in the other. He looked even more beaten up today.

"Oh, is someone jealous? Don't worry, Aizawa; I got some love for you too." Hizashi put me down and went open arms in Aizawa's direction only to meet with Aizawa's capture weapon clinging onto his body. "This is just mean. Are you going to dinner with the rest of us?"

Aizawa retracted his weapon and sat down at his desk, "No. I have papers to grade and then go on patrol. I told you this."

Mic went to sit at his desk next to Aizawa's, "Yeah, I know, but dinner is happening at like 5. It gives you roughly more than an hour to grade, and patrolling is late at night while I'm at the station. PLUS M&M is coming this time. It's like the old gang is back together!" The six-foot-one man hunched over and clasped his hands together while his friend just stared at his computer, ignoring him. I slowly sunk in my seat; I don't think me coming along would convince Aizawa to come.

I tried to make myself look busy and pretended that I ignored their conversation, which is hard given how loud Mic was. "You still go by that dumb nickname?"

I looked up at Aizawa. His charcoal grey eyes bore into me, "Hmm, well yeah, I never minded it."

"Are you really going to dinner? Don't you have work to do?" His eyebrows scrunched in annoyance, but his voice shredded a little curiosity.

I pursed my lips, "Nope, no students feel the need to meet with me at the moment. And you haven't addressed any concerns about them, so I have a pretty open schedule."

"What have you been doing this whole week, then?"

"Helping 1-B's counselor adjust to how things work here mainly. I also have been reviewing the student files and my notes if a random student comes in without an appointment or helping Toshinori adjust and give him my advice on teaching. Oh! Mic also gave me a few of his English assignments to review and grade." I swiveled in my seat as I talked to him.

Aizawa looked a little surprised but tried to hide it quickly. The raven-haired mess of a man turned to Mic. "You make her grade your papers?"

"ONLY WHEN SHE ISN'T DOING ANYTHING!" He held his hands up.

Aizawa hung his head and sighed, "I'll send you a file of things I noticed about the students and my recommendations on what to talk to them about sometimes this weekend. Just please stop making things easy for Mic." I just nodded and muttered thanks while he logged out of his computer and got ready to go home.

"Get some sleep, Eraserhead!" Mic yelled after Aizawa left the lounge. "Now, that it's just us. I'll take you home and wait for you to get ready to go out."

"Um, what about you? You're in your hero outfit?" I say as we packed up.

"I'll change at yours." He shrugged. "I have a bag with my civilian clothes in the teacher's lockers."

He's only saying that because I literally live on campus, the walk wouldn't be bothersome. Principal Nezu was nice enough to give me my old "dorm" from my high school days at UA to live in while I work here. Now, UA wasn't a boarding school by any means. But when I started going to school there, I was, well, a special case. Due to my quirk, and my family problems growing up, the staff thought it was a good idea to live on campus to keep other people and myself better safe. My dorm was pretty much a quick home improvement project. It was located in the back of the campus, away from students' line of sight, and many trees covered it. Nezu told me after I left, he decided to build more dorms for staff that didn't originally have a place to stay either. So, you'll find Lily and Iris here too, aside from me.

When we got to my dorm, Mic had no shame in going to the guest room/my office to change. I almost forgot how well he knows this place because of high school. I made my way into my own room to change out of my work clothes. I took my hair out of my bun and let the wavy dark brown locks fall and give my scalp a rest. Looking into the closet, I yelled for Mic, "'Zashi, what's the dress attire?"

I hear a knock, and the door opens slightly, "Are you decent?"

"Yes." I saw while taking out a grey sweater and showcased it to the man. "Is this okay, with a skirt and boots? Or do I have to pick something else out?"

Mic was wearing a maroon long sleeve with... white pants... Am I really asking this about what to wear? Then he still had his hair up. He was holding a black bomber jacket and had a gold chain around his neck. He also switched his sunglasses to his normal glasses. "Considering what I am wearing? That outfit should be fine. It's supposed to be dressy casual." He scratched the back of his neck, "Do you have a hairbrush I can use? I can't find mine in my bag, and I want to brush out the hairspray."

I pointed him to the bathroom and then proceeded to change. I went with a navy blue skirt with a white cross-line pattern and some thigh-high black velvet boots. I got to add some height to myself while hanging out with my colleagues that are all 5'8 and above. Don't want to look like anyone's child. Because of how my hair had a weird bump from the bun I wore all day, I decided to go for a half up half down hairstyle, mimicking Mic's man-bun, and then I just touched up the makeup I had one from work. Hizashi and I were about to walk when he stopped me and handed me my glasses with a stern look. I smiled and grabbed them and put them in my bag, "I don't need them right now."

"This is why you're blind." He shook his head and opened the door for me. I simply smiled and made my way out with him behind me.

"Kayama, I said I didn't want to drink, I still have my radio show." Mic continued to push Kayama's third beer away as Kayama laughed.

I was sitting between Iris and Lily and enjoying the show Mic and Kayama gave the whole restaurant. "So, ignoring them, how's your first official week in Japan?" Iris spoke up. The cute strawberry blonde brunette was so excited to hear that Lily and I were coming to work at UA. At some point, we were all working together at the Rebel Agency; Iris was my age, but I skipped a year in school, so I graduated with Mic and Aizawa. So, she didn't come to the agency until a year after I was already working there, but as soon as she came here and Lily became close friends, so it wasn't hard for her to settle in. I remember Lily even commented that the agency needed a little more cheeriness when Iris joined.

"It was alright; I didn't know rusty my Japanese was going to be. I literally sound like how I did when I was in school." I took a sip of my glass. "Literally worked so hard on my R's and L's, and now I am back to square one."

"At least you knew Japanese before working here. I learned a little through you and Iris. But before this job, I had to take classes, and I still mess up." Lily took a bite of her food.

"Good thing, the students are learning English, so it makes it easier for both of you, right Mic?" Iris was looking at the two of us and rolled her eyes at Mic and Kayama.

Mic and Kayama both had stopped their shenanigans to join in on the conversation, "I'm just glad to have the whole gang back together, and some new people. Lily, you are just as amazing as my M&M says."

Kayama was looking towards the direction of the entrance and tapped Mic's shoulder, "Yamada, didn't you say that Aizawa wasn't joining us?"

"Yeah, why? OH HEY SHO!" Aizawa strolled to the table wearing a long sleeve black shirt, dark washed jeans, boots, and his capture weapon wrapped around his neck. "What are you doing here?"

"I ended up having a little extra time on my hands. I came mainly to speak to Montoya, though." He shifted a little on his legs with his hands stuffed in his hands and his dark hair falling out his small ponytail. "It's about work."

I moved to get up, smoothing out my skirt, and grabbing my purse. "Alright, let's go outside then." Aizawa held his hand out to guide me back to the entrance as I stepped out in front of him. The winter air of January lightly kissed my cheeks and ears, definitely intending to make my skin blush. I faced Aizawa and hugged myself as it noticeably got colder. I should've brought a jacket instead of relying on this sweater. "So, what did you need to talk to me about?"

"It's a few things. First, I want to ask you if you would like to assist me in training the students?" He folded his arms—the long sleeve shirt doing a really horrible job hiding his arm's defined muscles.

"I don't have a teaching license in Japan. Literally, the only thing I can do is counseling because of my psych degree. Plus, I don't feel comfortable using my quirk on students." I hugged myself harder and shifted my weight to my left foot.

"You could say it's for counseling purposes. You're able to absorb their quirk and mimic them, making it better to understand them and counsel them. And it's better for someone to have a similar quirk to train them." He countered.

"I only like using my quirk on villains. Even out the playing field and also have them be punished for misusing their quirk." I was getting annoyed. He, of all people, should know how I never like to use my quirk on innocent people. Let alone students.

"Can you at least think about it? I think it would be great for the students. Plus, you made a huge impression on them. They won't stop talking about the number two American Hero." He smirked a little. "They'll probably listen to you more than they do with me."

I huffed, "Don't kiss my ass; it makes me uncomfortable to know you have the ability to do it." I paused a little. It wasn't a completely illogical idea. And he's right; I could say it's for counseling purposes. But then that would put Class 1-B at a disadvantage... "Oh my god! Are you asking me because you and Vlad have some weird rivalry when it comes to your classes?"

The stoic man just stared blankly at me with barely noticeable wide eyes, "No..." He looks anyway but my face. He's lying.

"I can't believe you asked me to... I can't... I have no words." I started laughing.

"Stop laughing." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and held a scowl. I swear no one would believe me if they knew that the Eraserhead had a childish side.

"I'm sorry. I'll have to think about it." I wiped the tears coming from my eye as I clutched my stomach from laughing too hard. "What was the other thing you needed to tell..." I was interrupted by a crashing sound and screaming. Aizawa and I looked over in the direction of the sound to see people running towards our direction. The next thing we see is a huge guy with molten rock and lava quirk terrorizing everyone in his path. "Shit. I can't do anything while on my suspension. Any bad move I make that ends up on the news, and I could say goodbye to my license forever."

"Go back inside and tell the others. I'll take care of it." Aizawa motioned me back inside the restaurant.

"But you don't have your suit. Your goggles! People will see that you in your civilian clothes, then what? You'll be exposed." I grabbed his arms to pull him inside with me, but he stopped me.

"I'll be fine. Trust me; stay inside." He placed my hands gently in his and gave me a soft look. It was like I was looking at the seventeen-year-old boy I left years ago. I was frozen. Next thing I knew, I stood beside Lily while Aizawa called for the rest of the table to help him out.

Not being allowed to do hero work sucks.

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wo-wann-was-wer · 4 years

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WHAT I WAS THINKING: DARK SEASON 3 EDITION

EPISODE 1:

Who are these dudes with the harelip and what do they want

Why did she just take him to a cave and leave that’s kinda rude

So everything in this universe is just gonna be backwards. Love it

Ugh I’ve said this a million times but this show has such Fringe energy and I can’t wait to get a tattoo for this too

This is super freaking me out, i dont like that everyone’s in everyone else’s house.

Ooooh Katharina with glasses yes girl you better work.

I like Michael and this hat he’s rocking

Super into the fact that magnus and fransizka are involved in this universe too

There’s nothing cuter than sex before school. Ahhh the nostalgia

Ten bucks says that Hannah gets out of this bed and is pregnant

Fucking YEP

I am loving Martha in this Jonas journey

I know that all they did was flip the lens of the camera but my brain is breaking at this flipped Winden

Who the fuck is this random dude Martha is with

You know what he kind of looks like Jonas. I wonder if that's relevant or if I'm just grasping at straws

Bartosz looks like he's going to his first grade violin recital

I straight up just did not recognize Charlotte with makeup. She looks hot

There's got to be another person in that picture other than Ulrich because that's a lot of space to rip out for one person

okay hold up Woller looks so good and then when I saw that he was missing an arm I almost lost my fucking mind

Oh shit okay Hannah is living in Katharina's house.

Oh my God are Ulrich and Charlotte having an affair

Is it normal in Germany for kids to just walk into classes that aren't there’s and just sit down

follow up he has a clear noose mark on his neck

Aleksander looks so hot with this beard. universe B is the fucking glow up universe

It's weirding me out that the whole school is black and gray instead of light brown

The look of satisfaction on katharina's face

Wow honestly Louis just broke my heart with his facial expression when he realized his mom didn't know who he was

he looks so scared

Yes yes do it afffffffffair

Oh no you done got found out!!!

Oh the theme of the play here is red and set of gold

Fransizka looks so cute in this little outfit

Oh my God she's deaf!!!!

What the fuck. the fact that this actress can talk is blowing my mind

RIP to Regina a real queen

Peter's a fucking priest

All the fucking weird-ass freaky motherfucking trio is back

The dopplers have the same house That's cool

excuse me sir I think your child is broken

these guys are so creepy What the fuck

I definitely don't like the piano wire

oh this motherfucker is the one who gets lost

I feel like winden in this universe is just a little bit fancier

Well Charlotte and Ulrich just be fucking like crazy

Bartosz is the Jonas of this group and I love it

who was that??????

I cannot get over Aleksander in this beard

I like that things are opposite but they also have things that are different enough.

Like I'm so into the fact that they all went down into the bunker

who in the unholy fuck is that. who is that

Oh shit old Martha

What the fuck is this Tannhaus’ factory we're at

hold up Martha's in 1888

What the fuck. why is Jonas in 1888 and looking SO good

EPISODE 2:

casually sitting over your bed watching you sleep

he's look so good though

yo what the fuck everybody else is there too

Oh no things got really ugly at Mads’ wake

Not for nothing but Tronte is a dick

I kind of don't understand why Claudia would want Regina to live in such pain in this type of universe

Peter is such a good boy

lurking is the freaking national past time of this place

Oh shit we got some spin-off timeline stuff good

who is This is blind guy

I love Katharina so fucking much

I know what she's thinking and it's the same thing I'm thinking which is can I kill a child

why does this picture of Tronte make him look like Jimmy Smits

Katharina looks amazing in this jacket

Also I definitely did not just start yelling GO GET YOUR MAN KATHARINA

Regina just gets more and more badass as time goes on. Also all of the women of the tiedemann family are so fucking badass

I am so excited to watch this fucking relationship develop. they're both too cute

awwww he's using signs!

oh they're writing back and forth

DAMNIT PETER

I always feel like little Noah should do fuckboy sign offs when he leaves rooms because he's so smooth

yesterday Laurel said that this was back to the future but serious and just now Bartosz said it's not super easy to get nuclear fuel in 1888 and now I think that Laurel's right

I will never get over how good he looks JONAAAASSSSSSS

This guy feels like the OG inventor of sic mundus right

Katerina why are you even trying to check in at the front desk bitch Go and get your man

Is this Katarina's mom why does she just recognize that woman's name

everyone on the show is so talented.I spend the whole damn time being like oh my god the performances on the show and it's like yeah we know

Katerina get your man

I literally love them so much look at the look on her face She is a mama bear She is not going to let anybody take her man or her children and I love her

Not a huge fan of people who quote Shakespeare right before they kill other people or am I an enormous fan of people who use Shakespeare right before they kill other people

using a garotte to kill someone is ugly as fuck

I feel so bad for Jana

see this is one of the reasons why I'm like why would you bring Regina back to this world.

wowwwww TRONTE what's up dude

YO WHAT

Oh so how did Charlotte get back there but Elizabeth's still there too. didn't they switch places?

oh the head bump

Not excited for the mother daughter abuse stuff that's about to happen

I love these split sequences that they do at the end

anytime somebody stands and stairs for a lonely at a spot on the ground I assume to somebody died there

Oh shit that guy is a tannhausokkkk I see you

a religious images we love to see it.

This show is a whole series of pause that frame.

No I ruined something for myself!!!!

EPISODE 3

got to love those through and through Ariadne references

okay so Charlotte's great great grandfather has her watch?

who are these horrible traveler human beings

they look like less sexy Francis dolarhydes

I can't get over the fact that wollers missing an arm here I swear

we ARE the glitch BITCH

alternate universe Ulrich is a better person than standard Ulrich

what's this new like zoom-y thing they're doing

I was attracted to Magnus at this jump of the show but he looks better with dark hair

How did they not all die of fucking flu

eternally repeating deja vu

I looked at the production stills and I was like what the fuck is this hair do that Moritz has but he looks amazing

Also everyone on this show deserves an acting award

and Magnus is wearing a skeleton sweater

Hannah does that deep dive detective work any bitch knows the Nose doesn't lie

why doesn't anybody want to fuck wöller

omgggg eat the RICH

also he has that x tattoo on his hand that represents the no future thing

oh the light is rectangular and not circular ooooooh fancy

The show is also a lot of people catching each other's wrists as they walk away

I knew we couldn't trust this bitch

What did he give her

I love the parallels and characters behaviors between universe a and universe b

I want to know how Noah factored into all of this on this side

Martha has a type and her type is iconically Aryan

Oh Aleksander's back with that beard he's back

Hannah is such a snake

Omg that's her!!!!! I thought she was a trans actress.. hm. not super happy bout that :/

What is Helge talking about Ulrich did what??? omg

I would be like SIR DO WE NEED TO FIGHT STOP FOLLOWING ME

I stopped taking notes for the last half of that episode cuz I was really sucked in haha

EPISODE 4

FIRST OF ALL I'D LIKE TO GO ON RECORD THAT I DON'T CARE FOR THESE GENTLEMEN AT ALL

second of all why is this guy being like oh I took your name

why does he have Agnes's bracelet I don't like that

I don't like anything about this guy That's the end of the story

Also hold up a red hot second is Agnes dead cuz if so that's a hate crime

see what did I say

I knew that Hannah was going to get involved with Egon

from the second she walked in that office I was like that bitch has her eye on him and as she should he's handsome as fuck

Also he spoils her so much more than any other man she's ever been with AKA is Egon the only man she ever deserved

Is Hannah going to develop a heart cuz I'm not sure how I feel about that

Also what happens if Hannah gets pregnant

why is Ines a bitch I thought she was mad cool the beginning and now I feel fucking deceived

Also it's such a sweet gig that The kids who are playing kids can now play teenagers

poor Doris. Also he was shitty to her but he was far nicer than I would have been

Doris is so beautiful it's bullshit

older Magnus is so handsome

All I wanted was middle-aged Martha

bitch you have been having unprotected sex with him why do you think that pregnancy was not on the tabl

I'm like who's this guy in the church if it's not Noah I bet it's that little bitch

yeah I fucking knew it

Is this the dude that was married to Agnes I feel like this guy isn't real or something

I'm not surprised he let her go but I don't know why I'm not surprised. I feel like she's important to his timeline and I'm not sure why

look at these relationships forming between these sweet little bab

Hannah looks good in this red. Hannah looks good in all of these styles.

who is this child

I like that already as a child Bernd had his eye on Claudia as someone who was smart and had a ton of potential

I keep forgetting that I'm taking notes because I get so invested in episodes

Also I realize the zoomi thing which is going back and forth between the universes

Is Agnes Silja’s mom And if so with whom

he gave her Agnes’ bracelet that dope All right Tronte

Wow Claudia needs to back off her man

Claudia force him into a relationship with her

I fucking hate Hannah but sometimes she speaks so much sense

ooh I don't need anyone Yes girl that's true You don't need anyone You needing people was what made you act fucking crazy You don't need anybody

This was always my big problem with Hannah was that I initially identified with her because she was such a survivor but then she did such horrible reprehensible things I just couldn't let it go and I absolutely couldn't identify with her anymore

Oh here's my daddy Noah looking so good

I mean okay so I have been in this position before where I was cheating and then my man cheated on me and I was like how dare you but also you cannot be mad if your partner cheats on you when you cheated too. You both fucked up

Is Hannah going to have a redemption arc cuz that's a lot

Oh my God she's not going to get rid of this child is she

Oh my great God I cannot believe that she gave Helene that necklace.

I knew she was fucking connected to Katharina in the older generation I knew it

Louis and Lisa are a super cute couple and I know that they're not dating in real life but I think that they're very cute together

Oh everybody fucking

yeah they created the Apocalypse yeah

Oh no they have a child outside of worlds that's a mess How does that work so they had they gave birth to that ugly fuck

honestly I hate that he's their child for the most part just because he's ugly as fuck and neither of them are ugly as fuck so it makes me mad.

#episodes 1-4 #live reacts #dark season 3 #spoilers #spoilers dark season 3 #dark #dark network

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Jac & Amelia

Jac: How was your first day? Amelia: 🥱😴 Amelia: What about you? Jac: Oh dear, it was a lot more observing rather than doing I suppose, but I kind of expected that, if you want to get experience somewhere that isn't willing to just let anyone come in and do a shift so Jac: You'll never guess who was on my placement too though Amelia: Connor following you there wouldn't surprise me Amelia: he can't take a hint Jac: Thankfully not Jac: Swerving him during school is basically an extra-curricular Jac: I suppose it isn't all that surprising when you think about it, but I still was taken aback by the turn of events Amelia: thrill me Amelia: who is it? Jac: Savannah Moore Amelia: oh god, that sucks Amelia: if you don't wanna change placements, we'll make her Amelia: it'll be okay Jac: That's the surprising thing Jac: she was like, a different person Amelia: like really fake, you mean? Jac: No, like, a normal person Jac: maybe because she was away from her friends, her audience, or I don't know Jac: but she was just getting on with her work too, being chill about the whole thing Amelia: 🤔 suspicious Jac: Well, you can't say anything Jac: but why would you Jac: she's having like, a really hard time at home right now, she was a bit upset at one point Jac: it just broke the ice, and it makes a lot of things make sense Amelia: did it or did she throw you off with a convincing 😥💔 story? Jac: She was having a breakdown in the toilets basically Jac: I don't think she wanted anyone to see that, least of all me Jac: we knew her dad was like A LOT anyway, it tracks Amelia: it's Savannah, she wants everyone to see everything, especially you Jac: Come on, what would she even get out of tricking me with a sobstory Jac: bar work experience not being a total drama, which surely she'd love more, by that logic? Amelia: your attention Jac: 🤔🤔 I just don't see it this time Jac: I can't explain how sincere it was, what she said Jac: it definitely wasn't made up, at any rate Amelia: if you believe her, I believe you Jac: Like, I'm not saying we were wrong Jac: but too harsh, maybe Jac: we don't need to waste any energy on being her enemy or whatever Jac: not that we were ever THAT childish but, she really isn't that bad Amelia: I can be a bit harsh Jac: You're a softie, really Jac: but I'm not going to spill all your secrets to her Amelia: it's not a secret that I missed you today Jac: Was it seriously that boring? 😞 Jac: Who are you with again, anyone not awful? Amelia: yeah Amelia: my 🧠 has turned to mush Amelia: they put with with Valentina Hernández, I've had detention with her before Jac: You poor thing Jac: we'll have to do something fun when this is over, if you're going to hate it so much Jac: and I'll keep to a minimum how much I'm enjoying getting some industry experience 🤐 Jac: Oh yeah, she's cute Jac: I don't have many classes with her, but I know who you mean Amelia: she said I look like her ex, do you think that means she hates me or I'm her eye candy of choice for the next week? Amelia: can't we do something fun tonight!? Jac: How weird Jac: sounds like a really bad pickup-line a 40-year-old man would use Jac: Guess you'll see what she meant Jac: That's not going to make your early start tomorrow any easier, is it Amelia: I'm already planning to sleep through my alarm Amelia: and Is is up for it Jac: I'm totally wiped Jac: and trying to save you from yourself 😉 Jac: Is can make her own poor choices Amelia: vodka redbulls were invented to change wiped to wired Amelia: you know she'll get drunk and throw herself at some boy, that's what you'll be saving me from Amelia: dark corners are no fun when I'm being left in them on my own Jac: so I can be hungover tomorrow Jac: if she is tricking me, I'm going to need ALL my wits about me Jac: maybe Val will come and keep you company Amelia: and if she's as nice as you say, she can pick up the slack Amelia: please come Jac: Are we talking about a house party or a club or what, you've not even told me 😅 Jac: also, you know I don't want to drop anything, I need to ace this Amelia: it's a club you'll love Amelia: so you won't have to drink loads to have fun anyway Jac: If Is or any of her conquests have picked it I SO doubt that 😏 Amelia: I picked it in case you needed cheering up but it works for a pat on the back too Jac: Okay, I'll see what the parents say Amelia: if they look like they're leaning towards no, it could've been me having a breakdown in the toilets Jac: I'll tell them you'll be heartbroken Amelia: the truth works too Jac: they're not that understanding so I wouldn't hold your breath Jac: I'll corner one of them when they get in though Amelia: more understanding than mine, not to be Savannah-ish about it Jac: I assume you will be sneaking out, as per Jac: or staying over one of ours to catch up with your work Amelia: 😏 Jac: 🙄 how you ever get away with it when your mother knows everything about everyone is beyond me Jac: if you applied yourself, you could be seriously impressive Amelia: could be? Amelia: you just said I am Amelia: she knows everything about me that I want her to know Jac: duh Jac: gotta give you something to aim for though Amelia: oooh a challenge Jac: I know how you feel about them Amelia: unless it's going to be something about applying myself this week Jac: am I a teacher? Amelia: you've taught me loads like why would I waste my energy buckling down with Valentina 📠 when I could spend it doing something that isn't 🥱😴 with you Jac: You have a point Jac: or, I do? 😂 Jac: and I can come out for a while, but I need to be home to get at least 5 hours sleep minimum Amelia: can I stay or does Jude still need 15 hours minimum? Jac: if you keep the noise down and promise to talk less than her Amelia: I'll be so 🤫🤐 Jac: another person at mine in the AM makes no odds Jac: but I will be leaving extra early, FYI Amelia: why? Jac: Mainly because I want to get there on time Jac: but also because Savannah said she'd bring breakfast, as I listened to her when she was upset today so Amelia: bribery is her style 🤑 Jac: I guess so Jac: but it'd be rude of me not to accept any coffee or pastries she wants to throw my way Amelia: what if they're toxic Jac: You're giving her too much credit now Jac: she isn't going to have the time to poison them AND not be late Amelia: she's probably baking them right now, what else are her and her invisible mum going to do to bond? Jac: You're the one that takes home ec 🍳 Amelia: yeah and if you wanted me to kill her, all you had to do was ask Jac: Feel free to note my silence any time you like 😏 Jac: What are you wearing, how smart/casual is this place? Amelia: [pictures of potential outfits on the bed so she can see the vibe] Amelia: which one will you break your vow of silence for? Jac: You know I love that colour [hi khaki moment] Amelia: 😉 Amelia: if you want to know what Is is wearing, the group chat is full of her maybes Jac: I am purposely ignoring that notification 🙄😑 Jac: like yeah, I'm probably going to wear my black tank dress again but the difference is, I'm not pretending it's getting any crazier Amelia: it got her to shut up about all the 'hotties' at the sports centre that she got to 'service' today Amelia: 😣 Jac: Ew Jac: she's so graphic sometimes Jac: it's a good thing she has her reputation tbh if those are her lines Amelia: this is before a drink too Amelia: I need you, I wasn't even laying it on thick Jac: God, she is a lot Jac: hopefully one of them asks her out, she's at least less gross when she's in a relationship Amelia: 🤞 Jac: I do need to plan my outfits for the rest of work experience though Amelia: god, I can imagine what Savannah looked like today Jac: Right? Jac: She was so on point Amelia: for a stepford wife Amelia: it's unsettling Amelia: her mum probably stays invisible because she takes the clothes off her back Jac: Come on, she looks good Amelia: so would I in head to toe chanel Jac: Exactly Jac: so I need to keep up so I don't look like a scrub Amelia: you don't have to try as hard as her, that's the difference Amelia: you actually look good Amelia: not just expensive Jac: You're biased but I love you for it Amelia: you could ask anyone in our year and they'd tell you the same thing Amelia: even her boyfriend would probably want to agree with me Jac: I doubt his eyes ever leave her, they're totally inseparable aren't they Amelia: it sounds like you'll be getting all the gossip Amelia: you'll be able to tell me everything by Friday Jac: not that that has any real use now Amelia: maybe or maybe not Jac: ?? Amelia: we've got loads of school left, you can't say never Amelia: today could've been a weird fluke Jac: Nah, it was a total ceasefire if nothing else Jac: it's not like a feud Jac: Oh my God, what is that skirt she just posted Amelia: okay Amelia: 😳 on her behalf Jac: should I tell her to wear it? Amelia: yeah 😂 Jac: 😏 Amelia: what are you wearing though? Jac: my lbd 😂 Jac: I don't know if it's classic or predictable but if nothing else, I can say this was short notice Amelia: if I couldn't predict you I'd be worried Jac: but you love a challenge 🤔 Amelia: but I love the way things are Jac: see, so soft and soppy Jac: nothing has changed yet Jac: still think transition year is pointless 🤷 Amelia: your 🧠 didn't turn to mush Jac: it might Jac: I just wanna pick all our new classes and get started Jac: but it is cool we get to do stuff like this, I suppose Amelia: you just want to find out if Savannah will be in every single class again Jac: 🙄 Amelia: [like I'm gonna say she was joking then but now the posts have appeared so it's like oh you actually do and she leaves her on read which I cannot overstate how much that would NEVER happen because she always answers immediately no matter what] Jac: Hello? Jac: are you picking me up? Amelia: are you ready? Jac: you aren't talking to Isabelle Jac: of course I am Amelia: nothing she's saying needs a reply Jac: 'Fashionably' late is her vibe Amelia: yeah I know, Is hasn't changed since I met her Jac: Like that's a good thing? Amelia: I wouldn't go as far as to call her perfect or anything Amelia: but at least I get her Jac: Funny, Meels Amelia: like totally weird, that kind of funny Jac: You are being weird Amelia: that isn't even a worthy deflection Jac: What do you wanna say? Jac: It's just a post Amelia: I've never heard you describe anything as perfect, what are you saying? Jac: Did you see her post? Amelia: yeah, it's obvious why you're tired Amelia: I was exhausted reading it Jac: Well I couldn't just say nothing in return, could I Amelia: I never caption anything, it's easy Jac: you're a girl of few words Amelia: why does she think she knows you on such a 'deep level' now? Amelia: you said she was the one who overshared Jac: You know her friends Jac: Paige G and Becca Jac: I doubt they do 'deep' Jac: it's just in comparison Amelia: I know you, there's things you aren't telling me Jac: like what, I told her all my secrets Jac: if you know me then you know there's no way that's true Amelia: then you're keeping hers Jac: No I'm not, I told you, it's her home life Jac: and I'm sure she doesn't want everyone to know so I shouldn't but I did Amelia: okay Jac: You don't like her, you don't have to Jac: but don't be off with me Amelia: neither did you yesterday Amelia: but now you're going to [whatever that market location was] together Jac: She needed cheering up Jac: and I was going to go anyway, my last bouquet was dead Jac: it's not a big deal Amelia: it was so chill you weren't going to say anything before she outted you with a post Amelia: obviously Jac: I didn't say anything 'cos I didn't think you'd be bothered Jac: it's not your thing Amelia: right, why would it be news that you've changed your entire POV on Savannah Moore Jac: Well I told you about that Jac: scroll up Amelia: it's one thing putting up with someone during work experience, which is what you said Amelia: do you see me taking Valentina out when we're allowed to leave? No, because it'd be totally weird Jac: Why would that be weird? Amelia: we're not friends, I barely know her Jac: you're free to get to know her Jac: you may as well Jac: like I said, it's totally childish having some kind of grudge against her Amelia: it's too late to invite them both Jac: so you want to? Amelia: no, but you think I'm being childish Jac: I think it would be childish for me to decline this peace offering Jac: if it makes life easier, it'd be stupid not to Amelia: I don't see how it'll make anything easier if she's going to be that extra Amelia: Is is already a lot Jac: I can deal with them both Amelia: okay Jac: You don't need to be jealous Amelia: of her? oh please Jac: right Amelia: she's not the only one who has had a bad day, that's all Jac: what's wrong? Amelia: I got in trouble, they might not even have me back tomorrow Jac: What did you do? Amelia: nothing! It wasn't my fault Jac: Alright, what happened then Amelia: I didn't think it would crash the whole system, I was just trying to get done quicker Jac: Oh God Meels Amelia: it would've been impressive if it had worked Jac: they can't get rid of you for a mistake Jac: just be really, really sorry, yeah Amelia: I am sorry, it was really 😳 Jac: I bet Jac: you won't do it again Jac: did she tell you to Amelia: who would tell me to do that Jac: You said she was your detention buddy Amelia: no I didn't, I said I've seen her there before Amelia: everyone gets detention except you and Savannah Jac: Hardly Jac: well, you could say it was her idea Amelia: you've been having a go at me for being childish Jac: you'll be in so much shit if they refuse to have you back Amelia: I'll go work with my dad or something, it'll be even more boring but it's only a week anyway Jac: it'll still reflect really badly on you Jac: it's not childish, it's practical Amelia: it was an accident, I won't be the only one who's done something stupid Jac: Yeah, but you said they were arsey about it so Jac: just saying Amelia: maybe I was a bit defensive Amelia: don't worry about it Jac: Hmm Amelia: I'll smooth it over Jac: Good luck then Amelia: trust me Jac: You always end up alright Amelia: you're my lucky charm Amelia: I just ask myself wwjd Jac: You're such a loser 😏 Amelia: you're so cruel to me 💔 Jac: You love it Amelia: I love you Jac: I love you too Amelia: are you coming out or am I coming in? Jac: You'll just get waylaid by dogs and siblings Jac: be right out Amelia: the hair isn't an accessory I should wear to the club Jac: I've not done anything with mine, don't judge Amelia: it always looks perfect whatever you do or don't do Jac: 😘 Amelia: if you're going to use that word, at least throw it in the right direction Jac: oh yeah, that's a caption I wanna write 😂 Amelia: I'll write it for you, if anything's worth breaking the rules for Jac: You want to compete with Savannah's word count? Amelia: I don't want to, but I will if I have to Jac: I'm not that desperate for validation, you're okay Amelia: Isabelle meanwhile Amelia: has NOT shut up Jac: It's a wonder anyone is getting past her on reception Amelia: 😂 Jac: maybe she should ask if she can work the door when she finally shows Jac: [you go out now though gal, don't need to be messing about] Amelia: [go forth and be messy gays at this club instead] Jac: [no wonder, the tension henny] Amelia: [all the useless lesbian awards to amelia for not making a move tonight] Jac: [blink and you miss it babe] Amelia: [literally does not think she's running out of time, soz gal] Jac: [oh it's sad[ Amelia: [it is, we've been doing this dance for years ladies, obvs we think we'll just keep doing it until uni forces us to stop and do something else and at that point that's years away still] Jac: [when you think you got another three years to have gay angst and drama, nay nay] Amelia: [mhmm] Jac: [well, a different kind of angst and drama will be happening but nobody is loving that Amelia: [except me haha]

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mrdanielbond · 5 years

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Bond’s New Flatmate (Chpt. 4)

“Duck? Swann? Same thing.”

[James Bond X Reader]

Plot; She’s here. Bond’s girlfriend has finally arrived. Dr Madeleine Swann. Don’t they make the perfect hot couple? Well...after spending some ‘quality’ time with James’ new girlfriend, unfortunately, you already find her the most irritable person you have ever had the displeasure of sitting in the same room with….

[Word Count; 4000+ ]

[Y/N - Your Name]

[Y/L/N - Your Last Name]

[Warnings? Does a crazy girlfriend count?]

[A/N; It’s back- God knows how many times I suffered through a brain fart because if this. But on the bright side, Madeleine’s character is a blend of her in Spectre and inspiration from others. Also Jonathan, the new friend is an actor you can imagine just to open things up for you! You’ll see more of him soon! I really do hope you enjoy this! ]

1 Week Before…

“Come on Y/N. Sit with me.” James said as he shifted aside on his bed.

He had been working on a case to do with a Turkish terror threat for a while now and the case had proved to show some difficulties. It was 9.00 pm and you could see Bond was slightly frustrated with the way his shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up and slightly unbuttoned, his tie had been thrown to one side, he didn’t really care how he had looked, especially in front of his flatmate half the time. You didn’t care how you looked either, in a long t-shirt and a pair of leggings beneath, you were starting to feel more comfortable in the flat almost over eight months in. You both had been getting a lot closer - well in the eyes of others, you two made more snarky remarks to each other as a way of ‘respect’ or some form of friendship.

“Are you��re scared I’m going to bite?” He remarked.

“In all the wrong places.” You teased. “You have no idea…” You mumbled that part to yourself quietly.

“Come on. I won’t bite.”

“No touching.” You said with a stern tone in your voice.

“No touching.” He repeated with his hands up.

“I’m being serious.”

“I’m not going to do anything Sir.” He laughed, “I just want you to look at this case with me that’s all...Unless you’re uncomfortable with that.”

“Please. I’m the one who does the uncomfortable making, not you.” You said as you sat next to him, leaning against the headboard and looked at the photographs of the terror suspect.

You two sat together talking about the case for over an hour and you realised, you hadn’t been this close to James ever. And for the first time ever, there were no flirtatious jokes - well he managed to slip in one or two but he really did want your help. He turned to you, smiling once you’d both finally stopped talking.

“So just out of curiosity, do you think you will ever divorce your husband?”

“Way to drop in the question.” You laughed, “And why are you asking? So you can try and jump into my bed and prove you don’t go around sleeping with married women?”

“No.” Bond chuckled shaking his head, “I’ll wait two weeks after.”

You turned, glaring at him, prepared to jump out of the bed and make a run for it, “I’m joking! It’s a genuine question. You two aren’t even a couple so you’d understand why I’d ask that question.”

“Well, I don't know. I’ve just been too lazy.”

“But what if you weren’t feeling lazy?”

“I can’t imagine myself being bothered enough though.”

“God you’re annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s almost attractive.”

“Not happening James.”

“Got it.” There was a silent pause before he continued, “So did you love him?”

“At one point, yeah. But it’s just I think we see each other more as friends.”

“Uh oh. That’s the kind of thing you say once you’ve had a break up.” He laughed.

“No. I told you what happened. We had to move away to different places and just grew distant. Had no time to talk to each other about anything or even bothered to see each other down the line.” You looked down at your hands with a sigh, James was genuinely interested. He listened to your every word when you opened up about your marriage, it was almost an odd therapy session.

“So, same time next week? This time a little less talk and more action?”

“In your dreams.”

“Fine. Playing hard to get, you won’t be able to handle this anyway.” He winked, looking down.

“Handle what? There’s nothing to handle, not even downstairs.” James became stunned as you slipped out of his bed smiling, was he trying to undress you with his eyes?

“Oh and don’t stare too long, you have a girlfriend.”

“What girlfriend?” He said, enjoying the view behind you.

***

The evening in Chelsea had finally hit and during winter especially, nothing could defeat the feeling of soaking up the warmth of the flat, being on the couch wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows and some popcorn with (your favourite show) on television, James’ light blue shirt and your PJ bottoms. To set the record straight, you had always borrowed his shirts for experiments in the labor at home and never returned them but this was a different case. Your laundry had stacked exponentially and the clothes you had left were down to the ugliest t shirt and bottoms you owned, which you were not willing to put on at all, especially when you’re living with someone like James who knew how to tease. So on your day off, you had to get that sorted immediately. Today was your day off and you appreciate it more than anything. A day away from James and his ridiculous saga with Q, which still you haven’t been able to divorced from (your laziness had increased by a milestone since you moved to London) and had the displeasure of being the centre of it. Today was definitely a break. From Bond and all his questions, his flirtatious tricks and from Q and his snarky remarks. James was out working as usual, considering he was ‘Mr. 24/7’ and had to be alert all the time - something about a debriefing had to take place, you couldn’t remember. It’s evidently clear you aren’t one to listen to what James is usually up to at work.

Just when you thought you were going to spend the entire night like this, binge watching your favourite television show, that thought was immediately defeated by the sound of the door unlocking. James stepped in and noticed you resting comfortably on the couch.

“Oh hello.” He mumbled quietly, noticing you in a change of clothes, “This is the most comfortable I’ve ever seen you in the flat.” His rich voice caught your attention instantly. You turned to him and casually ate popcorn, giving him a slight shrug.

“I live here too, don’t I?” You responded with a proud smirk. “Better take advantage of what I have.”

“That being my shirt? Not that I’m saying it looks bad on you.” He smirked too, except his eyes were on you completely, eyeing the way you were dressed in particular to his fascination.

“What? I had to call the plumber to fix the washing machine.”

“Really? A plumber? You should’ve told me that the washing machine had a problem.”

“You’ve been really busy as of late I couldn’t disturb you being on that case for a washing machine and what would you have done? Shown your manly skills off in front of me?”

“If you wanted me to, I could’ve made time to help you out and who knows? I don’t even think a washing machine would even have to be involved. I could just show you what it does.” He winked. The man was at it again, he was at his flirtatious jokes once again, yet this time you had no remark or form of response to that. You simply shook your head, knowing he wasn't going to give up.

There was a comfortable silence between you two, as James appriciated the way you looked, especially in his shirt, it was almost - attractive in a way. The way your hair was let down to one side, while you were practically covered in two blankets, one being James’ shirt almost completely covering more than just your arms and the actual blanket itself. It was almost tempting for him to join you.

See the emphasis on the almost? Here’s where Bond stops himself in his tracks…

Footsteps came from behind him and entered the flat. A woman with flowing blonde hair and a slim figure stood beside James, with a long expensive coat, under that an all black outfit, black blouse and trousers and you could’ve sworn you saw a pair of Louis Vuitton heels and handbag. Shit. An upper class snobby woman had just casually walked in wearing - was that - were those - Bond’s Tom Ford sunglasses? You quickly took your phone and cursed yourself realising what day it was. Shit. It was MONDAY. And you knew what that meant. Bond’s girlfriend, Madeleine Swann was standing before you. Something inside you wanted to poke and prod her, see if she really was as snobby as your assumptions believed her to be - you were just that type of person or maybe she dressed to impress for him. James does have a love for dressing lavishly in suits. In fact, you may or may not have been ruining a £500 shirt at this current present moment in time. Though you’ve seen him dress completely different to that and you considered those his best days, so you weren’t embarrassed to be dressed so casually in front of her. She looked around the flat for a moment, with a smile on her face, impressed by the sight. Then she turned to you and slowly took her sunglasses off with a curious look on her face. She then looked at James then back at you, confused.

“Oh right!” Bond ended the silence quickly, “Sorry. Y/N this is Dr Madeleine Swann. Madeleine this is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s one of the forensic investigators who works on the same branch with us sometimes. Mainly when a body is involved. Oh and she’s my flatmate.” He looked at the both of you, eagerly smiling.

Dr of what? You thought. Perfecting the sciences and study behind the resting bitch face? How you wanted to say something smart to test her, and it wasn’t even because you were jealous, it was just because of the way she looked at you. But then again, maybe that’s the way she normally looked, so you had to give her a chance and held your tongue. You rose from the couch and extended your hand, “Hello. I’ve heard so much about you.”

She paused, looking at your hand for a moment, you could’ve sworn that was a dirty look, “And I’ve heard very little about you.” She said in a more serious tone. She then laughed it off and shook your hand after a short pause.

“Nice shirt.” She remarked.

“Why thank you, I do know a thing or two about dressing appropriately for the occasion, especially in the comfort of my own flat. What’s the point of dressing as if I was going to meet the Queen all the time? Would be quite painful, especially for the people around me.”

She scoffed and turned to Bond with a smile, “James, with the way you described your flatmate, I thought he would’ve been some dirty, greasy, big man, who works as a bouncer at a nightclub. I didn’t know you were staying with a woman after all you’ve told me.” She smiled.

You were tempted to spit the remainder of your hot everage on her expensive shoes. Well that was rude. But then a thought crossed your mind...

Woman. Now that’s what offended her. The fact that you were a woman living with her boyfriend as flatmates - when you put it that way, any jealous girlfriend would’ve thought this was the perfect scenario. Then again, what competition did she have? If James was to describe you to anyone, you could’ve sworn he would’ve used the word ‘sociopathic’ considering that’s how you were and that was a definite turn off for him. Plus did she just call you a dirty big guy? You were sure to have words with James after that, but for now you had to be a kind host, make the woman you would gladly never see again welcome into your shared flat.

“Yeah, she’s a woman. Did I mention that to you? I swear I did.” He chuckled to himself.

“Baby, is that one of your shirts?” Madeleine turned to James holding his hand tightly, with an innocent look in her eyes.

“Uh yeah, it’s - the laundry ran low so I let her borrow one of mine.”

“Really? Was she so poor that she couldn’t go out and buy something else other than borrow someone’s boyfriend’s things and claim it as theirs? I mean doesn’t she have a husband to borrow things from?”

“Unbelievable. You told her didn’t you?” You asked Bond, who kept his eye on Madeleine, in particular her lips.

He then turned to look at your direction and noticed that you were uncomfortable and felt insulted, simply through the fake smile ‘death’ glare you had given him. You wrapped up your blanket and picked up your cup.

“Please, make yourself feel at home.” You said, keeping your piece and headed to the kitchen to put it away. There you were with your manners, you so wanted to completely annihilate her with insults there and then, starting with the way she walked in like the flat was hers, but if anything, you were taught by your close university friends not to take that road so quickly. You left James and Madeleine to talk alone while you washed your cup.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

You heard from James. He walked into the kitchen and leaned his back against the counter so he could see you clearly. “So, what do you think?”

“What do I think of what?” You asked, finally finishing with the washing and dried your cup with a dish towel.

“You know what I’m asking. Y/N, you’re a very intelligent and capable woman but sometimes I think you purposely decide to have a dreadfully slow mind for the sake of being ironic.”

“Do I?” You gasped sarcastically, “Says the one who can’t catch up with the fact that his girlfriend is a slight stuck up bitch.” You mumbled low enough for him not to hear.

“What was that?” He asked.

You chuckled to yourself and shook your head, “I’m sorry I was just saying that I don’t have an opinion on what you just asked because my dreadfully slow mind would need time to process all of this. Come back to me tomorrow when I finally am able to keep up with you.”

“Y/N…” He said with a stern tone in his voice. “What do you think of Madeleine?”

“Oh you’re talking about the doctor - by the way what does she have a PHD in? I’d like to know, so my dreadfully slow mind doesn’t find itself in the predicament of finding the answer out from her.”

“Are you jealous?” He smiled.

“Jealous of who?” You laughed, practically in hysterics, “Bro, I think she’s an absolute charmer and I can’t wait for the day you start to pull your hair out because she’s driving you crazy - I mean crazily in love with her. I mean it’s already happening with me.” You said and quickly moved passed James, “Try not to make too much noise. Good night.” You said as you walked down the hall.

Morning had arrived and you knew that Madeleine was here. You just knew she would be, especially with the time she arrived at the flat. You were in no mood to see her and James, only because if that was what you were facing for an entire day, you’d rather work a full day, then overtime, then overtime that overtime. There was something about her. Something off about her. Her clinginess to James, the way she eyed you as if you were competition, the way you dressed, well maybe she was having a rough night. So you tried to brush away the thoughts and took a shower, heading into the front room to find James and Madeleine stood in the kitchen - together. His arms wrapped around her waist as he was in just a robe and she was in a nightgown, she couldn’t keep his hands off him, constantly kissing him as if it was the last time they saw each other.

“Oh gross.” You said, walking straight into the kitchen, you squint your eyes, disgusted and tried to make yourself some toast when you heard Madeleine giggling and Bond mumbling something in his deep voice. These two were not teenagers! Fuck it. You thought. You quickly drank your orange juice and grabbed your toast, heading for the door.

“Y/N? Where you going?” James finally asked, letting go of Madeleine and aware that you were about to leave.

“Work.”

“But I thought you don’t have work today.” He said. Madeleine turned to you, moving his arms around her waist once more and looking at you with a smile.

“Now I do.” You responded. “I just think working is much better than doing nothing - you know - watching a wet blanket cling on to some old tool or teddy bear.” You said closing the door behind you. God that was gross. The remark itself made you smile, but you were still annoyed you couldn’t have the day in peace.

You kept yourself busy, catching up/texting a new friend of yours, Jonathan. You both met at a bar, while you were out with colleagues and had gotten to know each other better ever since. He was comfortable to be around, easygoing and hella handsome if you could say so yourself. After that you were sent to a crime scene, as part of an emergency to collect different samples for a double murder. Bond and his clingy girlfriend ceased to exist in your mind by the time you were off busy. However, by the time you returned home a few hours later, there was something off you sensed. You headed into the flat and suddenly realised there was a change. You looked around and found all the furniture in odd places, the television had moved into a strange area, far away from the window, the dining table was distanced all the way to the front door but the thing that ticked you off the most...your chemistry set moved.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” You shouted, seeing Madeleine move some more of the furniture around the flat.

“Oh hi!” She jumped and turned to see you with a smile but then she sensed your slight anger and frowned, “Sorry, James and I thought the flat could do with a little feng-shui, a change to feel a fresh breath of air.” She said swaying her long, expensive skirt towards you. God you were fuming, you felt the heat starting to boil inside you, your anger rapidly grew, it was getting harder and harder not to plant your fist into the wall.

“I’m currently choking in this air created by stupidity right now.” You growled, “Sorry, who said you could touch my equipment?”

“James.” She said looking down to her feet innocently, “He said that it was perfectly fine to move things for the sake of making room if that was going to make all of us feel more comfortable and at home.”

“Did he now?” You raised your eyebrow and balled your hands into a fist, your breathing grew quick and sharp, attempting not to stab Madeleine with your piercing glare.

“I had to.” Bond said as he walked in with a two cups of coffee, one for him and one for Madeleine, “You could do with a change, your work is cluttered everywhere. Madeleine said that such a mess brings negativity into the flat. She also said that it was good for the vibes in the flat and a positive home definitely brings a positive mind.”

“Who the fuck is she? A fucking monk? Don’t you presume to tell me about negativity when you kill people for a living!” You raised your voice, it was impossible not to rage, especially at the woman in front of you, who had irritated you in record breaking time. There were things you got angry about. Even though you were a sarcastic individual but one thing that ticked you off was when someone messed with your work. That was crossing the line, which she did.

“Y/N, oh my god I’m so sorry. Look if you don't like the way the flat is, I’ll put everything back.” She began hyperventilating in front of Bond, who began to glare at you as he rubbed her back.

“Yes that is what I want and I don’t want you to touch my shit again, that would be great. When are you leaving again?”

“Y/N…” He said sternly.

“What?!” You hissed at Bond.

“There’s no need to take out your anger out on Madeleine, she was just trying to help! You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

“I’M DOING WHAT?” Your voice raised even louder, in disbelief.

“Y/N, A word please.” Bond said, as Madeleine looked at the two awkwardly. She began sniffling, which you thought was complete and utter bullshit then stormed off into the kitchen as James spoke to Madeleine.

“I was just trying to help…” She said, frowning, in a timid and terrified voice.

“It’s fine, love. I’ll get this sorted.” He kissed her cheek and gestured her to sit down then followed you into the kitchen.

You stood staring out at the window, holding both hands on the counter and looked down trying your best to slow your breathing as Bond watched you from behind, annoyed. He then headed over to you and flipped you around to look at him with a hard tug on the shoulder.

“What was the meaning of that?!” He asked.

“That was rude! Don’t grab my fucking shoulder!” You shoved his hand off it and almost went to hit him but you stopped yourself, glaring at him with your hands balled into fists, “You know I told you in confidence that I was married, you know that my work is very important to me, YOU KNOW that when you have a visitor in this flat they are YOUR responsibility and as your responsibility you make sure that no one touches my stuff! So why on earth did you let Dr Mindful Duck touch my chemistry set and files!”

“Her name is Madeleine and it’s not duck, it’s Swann.”

There was a silence between the two of you. You were both extremely close to each other and you felt the walls closing in on the both of you. The tension was there. The anger was definitely there. The sharp breathing and deadly sound of silence took over the kitchen for a brief moment before you said...

“Fuck you.” You spat, squinting your eyes in disbelief.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to get this angry! You being married to Q isn’t even a big deal, why are you complaining about it!”

“It’s not just that James. Who knows what kind of stuff you said about me behind my back! I thought we were friends! Friends don’t describe their friends to other people as a dirty, greasy nightclub bouncer do they? What have you said behind my back actually?”

“Nothing Y/N! I’ve said nothing!” He sighed, “Look, I know you don’t like your things being moved and I’ll deal with that myself. I’ll put it back. Just please go and apologise to Madeleine.”

“And why would I do that?!”

“Because you haven’t been nice to her or given her a chance the moment she walked through the door!” He hissed, “Here’s the reason you are struggling to make new friends, have you considered not being a complete arse from the beginning and trying to be friendly for once! Madeleine hasn’t been in London a minute and hardly knows her way around! She is out to impress you and you don’t even appreciate what she’s doing for you! You’re making life really difficult for me Y/N and I seriously don’t appreciate it when my own flatmate is butting heads with my girlfriend!”

Before you could come up with a smart remark, you smiled, “You know what? I’ll apologise. I’ll go and make yours and everyone else’s life easier and say sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t be an arse and give people a chance…”

“Really? Thank you.” He said, relieved and smiling. “And I’m sorry I grabbed you like that, I know it was wrong. I just want you two to get along. It’s really important you do.” He extended his hand, “No hard feelings?”

You looked at his hand, shaking your head, “No thank you. I don’t know where’s that been. And besides, you don’t want to shake hands with someone that is a complete arse,” You nudged passed him, and he rolled his eyes, sighing deeply, “Christ…”

The moment you stepped back into the front room, Madeleine jumped from her seat, waiting to hear from you. “So Madison-”

“It’s Madeleine.” She corrected quickly.

“Yeah - same thing. I’m sorry for being a dick, I know I can overreact sometimes and don’t really care about the other person’s feelings as much, which is awful…” You turned around and found James watching you expectantly with his arms folded, “I just wanted to say, I’m willing to start over if you are.” You smiled.

“That would be great! Thank you so much!” She said smiling, relieved and hugged you quickly, in which you didn’t respond to it, leaving your arms by your side. She really was an off person. You pushed away for a moment smiling - well you were actually freaked out by her strange behaviour, “Well, I’m just going to sort a few things out.” You turned around slowly and walked down the hall, “James I expect my shit back on the table otherwise tomorrow isn’t going to be fun for anyone.”

And with that, you left the two alone again.

“Is she always like that?” Madeleine asked James, who looked at your direction, watching you walk into your room with a smile.

“Unfortunately, she is. But don’t worry there's more to her beneath the surface.” He practically smirked, with his hands in his pockets.

“Excuse me?” She said, disapprovingly.

“What? Nothing.” He turned to her smiling and moved his arm around her waist, “I meant she’s more of an open person if you get to know her and much more friendlier.”

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Love’s Camisado - (bartender!shawn au)

.i’m enjoying the idea of Shawn being a bartender (i guess that’s his second job now idk i dig it) nobody asked for this but 🎶i don’t care🎶 3.3k words

warnings: some strong language, drinking, minor fluff at the end, and a guy who can’t hear “no”

...

Dina was still getting over a breakup that’s had her stuck in this weird state of depression for about a week now. So I called her on Friday and said we were going out on Saturday, deliberately eliminating no as an option. My homework was finished and I was ahead of schedule for once and I figured this is as good a time as any to leave my dorm for once. Fully intending on staying sober for the night, I put on the most casual outfit I could find and start packing supplies.

I almost look like a soccer mom, waiting for Dina to show up at the club doors. I had a drawstring bag full of baby wipes, snacks, water, a spare case of makeup, band-aids, some ibuprofen for her potential hangover, and whatever I normally carry every day. This is a list I’ve made over years of knowing Dina and her nightly habits. The usual pattern is she’ll get drunk off her ass and either I’ll take her home or she’ll go home with whichever guy or girl and I’ll rescue her tomorrow morning.

Our region was starting catch wind of some colder weather so I decide to drive to the bar. I didn’t wear anything more than a pair of leggings, t-shirt, and a denim jacket. She meets me just outside the doors of the Lotus Pool club around 7:00 PM. This is where most college students come on the weekend. My muted outfit bears a striking contrast to Dina’s glittery green cocktail dress. Business is perfectly slow at this time so we get in without a problem. It’s only when the sun goes down that a line starts to form.

Once inside, I immediately scan the room for Shawn, our favorite bartender. He’s also going to college with us but this is where we always come to see him on the weekend. I guess I’d call him a friend, but this is kind of the only place we really interact other than the few times I see him on campus. We went to the same high school but our circles never crossed.

He’s alternating between serving the few regulars and tidying up the behind the bar when we walk in. Dina and I quietly sneak while his back is turned. “Shawn!,” we both shout and he turns with a start. His face slowly melts into a warm smile when he realizes it’s just us.

“Hi ladies,” he says sheepishly. “You both look lovely. How are you holding up Dina?”

“Better,” Dina says with a sigh. “I didn’t need Tess anyway. I’m finding myself a new squeeze tonight, count on it. Can I have the strongest, fruitiest drink you know how to make? Surprise me.”

“Of course, honey,” He takes a red bottle from the shelf then turns to me. “Are you having anything tonight (Y/N)?”

“No sir, I am driving. But thank you anyways.” Shawn nods and continues to make Dina’s drink. She’s such a lightweight, she’s tipsy within minutes. Soon, people start to roll in and situate themselves at the bar, forming a decent crowd. There aren’t a lot of students out tonight as midterm exams are just around the corner.

“If there’s any way I can help in tonight’s quest for love, please don’t hesitate to ask,” Shawn says before heading off to serve his next patron.

A few hours go by and I’m watching the room carefully from the comfort of my bar stool. Dina’s gone off to mingle so Shawn makes conversation with me whenever he can, sometimes even while he’s mixing.

At one point he asks me, “When are you gonna find yourself a “squeeze,’ (Y/N)?”

“I don’t know. I’m not actively searching for anything but I’m sending every offer away either. The thing is I’m not getting any offers.”

“You know it might help to actually go outside more,” he teases me. “That’s where all the people are.

“Don’t come for me, Mendes. I go out. Sometimes.”

He gives me a side eye while topping off another tray of shots. “Going to and from class doesn’t count.”

Some guy suddenly comes up and sits right next to me, despite the abundance of empty stools and single girls at the bar. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?”

“No thanks, I’m driving home tonight,” I say firmly.

He briefly touches my leg. “Come on, one drink won’t hurt.” I tense up.

“Dude, I told you I’m driving. I’m not having a drink.” I search down the line for Shawn. He’s busy with about three other people’s drinks at the moment but briefly makes eye contact.

“Well can I at least get your name?,” he asks. “I feel like I’ve seen you around campus.”

“(Y/N),” I say carefully, as if my name is made of glass.

“Wow, that’s beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he says with a toothy grin. He’s cute I guess, but he’s frat boy cute, and that’s suspicious. They have quite the reputation around here. “What are you doing after this?,” he asks, scooting closer.

He’s not even listening to me. “I just told you I’m driving. Home probably.” Something tells me not to include Dina in this conversation. I then remember to check for her. She’s in a booth, seemingly cozied up with what seems like a nice girl.

“What do I have to do to get you to come home with me?”

Before he can lay another weak-ass line on me, Shawn appears. “Hey man, can I get you anything?,” he asks, quite aggressively.

The guy immediately says no and fades away into the crowd. I turn to Shawn, eyes wide and mouth agape. He raises his eyebrows at me in response.

“Did you see that shit?,” I yell over the noise.

“I did. I was trying to get back over here. Do you want me to have him removed?”

“No, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

Shawn purses his lips at me and leans in closer. “I know ‘fine’ is girls’ code word for ‘not fine,’ (Y/N).”

“I mean it this time. He’s not worth the trouble, honest.”

He checks his watch, “Well my break starts now. I think I’ll sit and talk with you. Maybe deflect some more creeps.”

Shawn makes his way around the bar, a tiny carton of peanuts in hand, and sits next to me. He smells great as usual. Like soap and high-end cologne. We somehow end up back on the topic of my love life again. This time I switch it up on him.

“You know you’re always telling me how I need a date. What about you?,” I ask.

“I’m busy here and at school,” he squeaks defensively. “I don’t have the time or social skills to get a girlfriend right now.”

“Maybe in theory. All I’m saying is it shouldn’t be that hard for someone who looks the way you look.”

“Ever think that it’s maybe because I already have my eye on someone?”

“Really?” He nods, but it’s a solemn one. “Why so sad? Have you talked to her?”

He slips another peanut past his lips. “Yeah, but she doesn’t feel that way towards me.” The way he tilts his head allows a few errant curls to fall into his eye.

“Who wouldn’t feel that way about you Shawn? Look at you!” He actually has the audacity to laugh while shaking his head. There’s no doubt he’s a dreamboat with his brains and impossible good looks. All the girls on campus fawn over him.

“By that logic, it makes no sense for you to be single either,” he shoots back. I try to think of something witty to say before he can see me blush but I can’t and just go back to shelling my peanut.

“Exactly! It takes a little more than being hot, doesn’t it?”

“Whatever, Mendes. You always say embarrassing things like that. Whoever this girl is, I say you should just go ahead and shoot your shot.”

“Yeah right. I think I’d rather be shot.” I choke on my peanut.

“I don’t get it. What do you have to lose?”

That familiar grin extends across his face, amused at my lack of understanding. He simply says, “Probably everything.”

Shawn’s break ends and he’s back behind the bar again. I continue to talk to him though after most of the people there reach their legal limit and he has to slow down consumption. We spend most of the night people-watching together.

Just as I thought, that girl Dina was previously curled up with ended up becoming her impromptu date for the night. She meets me at the bar again around 11:20 and introduces her to me. I swear at first glance they seem perfect for each other, unlike when she was with Tess.

“This is Cristina,” she says with a little slur on her speech. “Rhymes with Dina. She also did not consume the alcohols tonight, so she will be driving me home.”

“I was here on an assignment,” said a clearly not drunk Cristina. She held up a tiny sketchbook. “Had to draw a nightclub scenery.” She’s a very gorgeous girl, with a periwinkle colored pixie cut and big brown eyes. Definitely Dina’s type.

“Oh okay, well it’s nice to meet you Cristina,” I say with a shake of her hand. “I think you’ll like Dina. She’s just as charismatic when she’s sober.” I turn back to Dina. “Hey, look at me. Call me when you get home. Okay?” She holds two thumbs up in front of her goofy grin.

I walk them out and say goodnight, reminding Dina to call me for a second time and thanking Cristina again for driving her. I make my way back inside and across the now thinning dance floor and back over to the bar. Shawn’s polishing glasses when I meet his eyes with mine again.

“I think Dina’s taken care of for the night,” I say as I sit back down.

“I never saw that guy leave,” he says. His serious tone catches my attention. “Are you going to be okay getting home?”

“Um,” I look around the bar. Frat boy isn’t anywhere in sight. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Well listen, my shift is over in like ten minutes. Can you wait until then so I can walk you to your car?”

“Sure. Let me just freshen up real quick.”

I make beeline for the women’s restroom and find myself strangely on edge the moment I enter. Empty beer bottles and cans litter the countertop. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror, making a few adjustments to my hair. Then the stall behind me opens up. That guy from earlier steps out, clearly sloshed with the most disgusting smirk on his face. “Thought I’d find you in here sooner or later, beautiful.”

He gets close enough to grab my wrist, definitely bruising it and tries to kiss me. I instantly snatch one of the beer bottles left in here and smash it against the countertop, quickly making a weapon. He lets me go, leaving my wrist red and sore. I’m panting like a wild animal.

Shawn comes barreling in seconds later I assume because he heard the glass breaking. He looks more than stressed. “Are you okay?,” he huffs.

“Never been better,” I say, never taking my eyes off frat boy.

The worry in his eyes swiftly turns to rage when he recognizes the guy from earlier. “Dude, just fucking leave,” says Shawn. “Don’t bother coming back here either.”

The guy slinks past him and out the door. I drop the bottle, feeling my body start to shake all over. My hands grip onto the sink for, desperate for stability. Shawn rushes to my side and wraps his arms around me. I’ve never hugged him before but this better than I imagined it. “I’m definitely taking you home. There’s no way in hell.”

“S-sorry about the mess,” I stammer. My chest feels unbelievably tight and I have to push him back just to breathe. His hands never leave my skin.

“Don’t worry I can get it cleaned up tomorrow on my morning shift. Let’s just get back to the dorms.”

Shawn is quick to get me back to my dorm room. The whole car ride there is short and quiet. Never having been in Shawn’s jeep, I take this chance to learn a little more about him. It’s cluttered, but clean. I can see some clothes is the back seat and a few schoolbooks on the floor. As we get closer to my building I fish my key card out of my pocket. He parks as close as possible to the door and he’s about to open his door before he realizes I still haven’t moved yet.

“You okay?,” he asks. That’s when the tears start to fall and I have to turn away so he can’t see. Then one loud sniffle makes it very obvious that I’m crying.

Shawn reaches over the console, embracing me again. I feel stupid for crying on his white sweater like this. “It’s okay,” he mumbles into my hair. “I wish I’d caught him go in there. I should’ve been paying better attention.”

“No you’re always paying attention. It’s not your fault.” I pull away first, feeling more than embarrassed now. “I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t say that. You protected yourself. Rather impressively, might I add. We can go report him tonight if you want.”

“I don’t even know his name. No, I just want to go to sleep.” I open my door and step out. Shawn follows closely behind as I approach the dormitory entrance. We take a beat, standing out there in the cool evening air. I check the time on my phone and it’s almost curfew. My hands are still shaking. Shawn casts his 6′3″ shadow over me and takes my cold hands into his large warm ones. His thumb traces circles over the bruise that was now forming on my wrist. I slowly started to feel okay again. More than okay actually.

“S’okay, relax. You’re safe now. God, I just-- are you going to be okay staying here tonight? Maybe you should go home.” He knows that my roommates have all gone home this weekend.

“No. My mom will just have questions and I don’t want her to worry or storm the campus tomorrow.”

Shawn’s about to scan his keycard when I stop him again. “Actually, could you stay with me? Just for tonight.”

His eyes widen a little, “You sure?”

I swallow hard. “I feel like he might know where I live.”

We take the elevator up to my floor in comfortable silence. When we reach my room I get a text from Dina.

[ im in love gn ]

I smile and show Shawn. “At least one of us is having a good night,” I murmur then unlock my door.

I head directly towards my room, kicking my shoes off, slipping out of my jacket, and flopping face down on my bed. I hear the soft thud of Shawn��s boots stop at my doorway. “I guess I’ll take the couch. You wouldn’t happen to have an extra pillow would you?”

“No,” I say patting the space next to me. “Just come lay right here.”

He moves with reluctance and sits down like the the bed will crumble underneath him. Then he lays down with even more caution, scooting closer until our noses are a only few inches apart. His legs still hang off the bed.

I roll onto my side. “You still smell like peanuts,” I whisper.

“So do you,” he whispers back.

My eyes wander around Shawn’s face this being the first time I’ve actually seen him this close. He has the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a boy before. That divot in his right cheek is more prominent in this proximity. I gently brush at it with my thumb.

“Shaving accident when I was little,” his mumbles.

“Of course.”

“Can I tell you something,” he blurts. I pull my hand away from his face. “You remember when I was telling you about that girl I liked?”

“You don’t have to tell me who she is.”

“I do if that girl is you.”

I wait for him to say “nah I’m kidding,” like he always does when he says something sarcastic or even remotely flirty. When he doesn’t, I prop myself up on my elbows. “Are you being serious right now?”

“A hundred percent, being serious right now.”

I’m honestly paralyzed. No one’s ever told me that before and meant it. My mind goes completely blank.

“Don’t just stare at me like that (Y/N),” he says, snapping me out of it. “You gotta say something.”

“What do I even say? I never came to terms with how I feel about you. I-- I gave up on that a long time ago.”

Shawn sits up so we’re at eye level again. Even while laying down, he’s still so much larger than me. I feel small in my own bed. His eyes catch a glint of the moonlight coming in through my window as they wander around my face only to settle on my mouth. “Okay, well, how do you feel right now?”

“Right now?” I allow his lips to steal my attention for a second. “Right now I feel like kissing you.”

“Are you waiting for an invitation?”

“Are you?”

He leans in, beckoning me to come closer. I meet him halfway, touching my nose to his. Shawn’s lips brush onto mine and it feels like an electric current is buzzing through my entire body, melting me from the inside out. I close my eyes just as his warm mouth gently presses into mine. Every inch of my skin heightens in sensitivity making me jump a little when Shawn puts his fingers on my neck. He’s slow and soft at first, but gradually gets hungrier as we go on, moving his hand to my waist to pull me closer until I’m practically on top of him. His thigh breaks the space between mine causing my hips to accidentally buck a little. The smile he makes against my lips lets me know he noticed.

It was like a movie, probably better, and I can feel myself slowly start to lose control. His tongue pushes past my lips and massages the threshold of my mouth tentatively. I dig my nails into the fabric of his shirt on his sides. This must do something to make him moan and that sound alone nearly pushes me over the edge. I pull away, hot and panicked. My arms are so numb I struggle to even sit up at first.

“A-are you okay,” Shawn asks. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, everything’s fine.” I cover my face. “I just felt a little out of control.”

Shawn inhales sharply and runs his hand through his hair then settles it on the back of his neck. “Should I go?”

“No! I mean no, I’m okay. Maybe we should stop this though, just for now.”

He bites his lip again but something feels different about watching him do it this time as opposed to the many other times I’ve seen him bite his lip. Maybe it’s how unkempt his hair looks now. I nibble at the inside of my cheek to bring myself back down to Earth.

“Well you asked me to keep you company for tonight. I still intend on doing that if you want me to.”

I do want him to stay, but not just for the original reasons anymore. We lay back down on my bed again, comfortably uncomfortable in this new atmosphere between us. The expression on his face is so tranquil. He looks younger in this light. I can feel blood rushing to my cheeks the longer I look at him. I switch my attention to my duvet. Shawn’s arms reach out to pull me into his chest, engulfing me in muscles and the scent of high-end cologne. I’ve never slept so soundly before.

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction

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It’s (Not) a Date (2/2)

summary: What better way to get petty revenge on his father than blow his money at an insanely expensive restaurant? It’s a good idea in Todoroki’s opinion and the person that will enjoy the experience the most is Uraraka, so of course it makes perfect sense to ask her if she wants to go out for dinner with him. What could go wrong?

notes: Here is the second part to this fic. This was 80% inspired by this tumblr post, which made me laugh for five minutes, and 20% inspired by wellthengetouttathesoupaisle’s Chaotic Rich Kid Todoroki fic, “two hundred and fifty-three black sandelwood bathbombs”. This shit is so fluffy that ya'll are gonna need to go to a dentist after reading. I'm just saying. There might or might not be a third part. I'm tempted, but I can end it here. I do have a lot going on (and the Todochako Fantasy AU that I need to work on, oops), so we shall see. I could've split this chapter in half too, but decided to post it all in one go. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Todoroki spent the next day focused on his training. He had grown stronger and more capable using both sides of his quirk at the same time, but it was still draining. Instead of focusing on the overwhelming power of his quirk, he’d started to figure out how to use it in more subtle ways. It had proven more difficult than he’d expected, but the sole focus of his training for so long had been on strength. His training was also an excellent distraction. He didn’t even think about dinner until five o’clock rolled around, his stomach an even excellent reminder.

After showering and changing into black slacks and a casual, white button-up shirt, he meandered into the common area to do some light reading. A few of his other classmates were lounging in there as well. It was very rarely empty during the day on the weekends, at least one student occupying the space. None of them bothered him, which was fine with him. As he sat in a large chair, he held a book in one hand and twirled his father’s black credit card absentmindedly in between the fingers of his other.

His father had told him to use it if he thought it necessary. Besides essentials, the last thing he’d used it for had been on fixing up his dorm to his liking. To be honest, his old man hadn’t done anything awful, especially not when stacked up against the massive list of his past transgressions, but Todoroki was irritated just enough to want to do something to piss him off in return.

This was an entirely necessary expense.

“Oh, um- hey, Todoroki.”

Midoriya’s familiar voice cut through Todoroki’s attention on the book, making him lower it and turn his gaze on his friend. “I thought you were visiting your mom this weekend.”

“I did!” Midoriya responded cheerily. He was smiling, but it looked more anxious than anything. He’d gotten better about his anxiety over the past two years, but it seemed like it would always be a part of him. “I was just… Well, I was curious. You don’t have to say anything, of course. I’m not trying to pry. Okay, I guess I am.” Todoroki stared back at him and waited as he tried to gather his thoughts. He still had a habit of talking them out loud. “Are you...excited about tonight?”

Todoroki furrowed his brow. “Excited?”

“Yeah!” Midoriya said. “You know, about going out for dinner with Uraraka.”

“I suppose so,” Todoroki replied evenly. He didn’t think excited was the right word. He was looking forward to it. The food was excellent and Uraraka was always good company. She was cheerful and never seemed to mind filling in the gaps of his silence, like they were there for a reason. Besides, they were good friends, but it’d be nice to get to know her more since the two of them were close with Midoriya.

“Oh.” Midoriya scratched his head, but shrugged his shoulders. “Well, have fun!”

It wasn’t long after he left when Uraraka showed up. As soon as she spotted him, she froze, her cheeks pinker than normal, but then walked in his direction. The smile on her face looked anxious too. It made him want to frown, but he didn’t. He didn’t think he was as intimidating as he’d been before. Maybe he wasn’t the most open person in their class (and he never would be), but he had been trying not to shut people out as it tended to give them the wrong impression. Inasa had taught him that over a year ago.

“Hey there,” Uraraka greeted, all warm and sweet. She waved a hand at herself. “This okay?”

Todoroki slipped the card in his wallet and set his book aside to give her a brief lookover. She was wearing an outfit similar to her school uniform in a way: a modest black skirt, black tights, and brown boots with a thin, snug brown sweater to match. “You look perfect.”

Uraraka blushed even further and stammered out a, “Tha-thanks,” before hastily adding, “You look great too!”

At the couch where Kirishima and Bakugou were playing video games, Bakugou snorted and lightly scoffed, “Fuck, could you get anymore awkward?” without looking away from the television. Uraraka whipped her head around to shoot him a glare that he must’ve seen out of the corner of his eyes from the way he smirked.

“Ah, don’t mind him, Uraraka,” Kirishima said, pounding his friend on the back. “He’s just jealous.”

That did pull Bakugou’s attention away from the game as he indignantly responded, “I am not--”

“Go enjoy yourselves on this lovely evening!” Kirishima interrupted, somehow managing to wave at them even as Bakugou dropped his controller and moved to attack him.

Honestly, Todoroki didn’t know what all that was about, but he wasn’t going to ask either. Bakugou was sometimes hard to understand and then incredibly simple to read. Glancing back to Uraraka, Todoroki asked, “You ready?” and she nodded. He left the book at the table. It wasn’t like anyone was going to steal it and he wanted to read a little more after they got back from dinner.

They left without any fanfare, everyone distracted by Kirishima and Bakugou’s rough-housing. He had made sure to get permission to go off campus beforehand, so leaving wasn’t a problem. Uraraka did seem unusually quiet, but then she might still be tired from her extracurricular training. It was maybe a little uncomfortable, simply because of its strangeness, but he didn’t mind the silence. By the time they reached the train station, neither one of them had said much. He got the feeling that something was on Uraraka’s mind, but she was too distracted to notice that she wasn’t talking.

“Are you sure you wanted to come?” Todoroki asked. He wasn’t nervous about it. If she had said no or that she was busy, it wouldn’t have upset him. It wasn’t like she had to join him on this little, petty adventure. He supposed that it was an unusual and out of the blue request. Maybe she thought it was weird. She had a pretty loving and close relationship with her parents. He’d managed to rebuild his with his mother, but it wasn’t the same as hers. “If you had other plans, I would’ve understood.”

“Oh, no!” Uraraka jumped in to reassure him. “I wanted to come. I was just, um…” She rubbed the back of her head and chuckled. “I was surprised, is all - that you asked me to join you - for dinner, I mean.” They had never really hung out one-on-one before so that was understandable. They’d been paired up before in groups and sat next to each other while eating, but they had always had their other friends around them. “Were, ah, Deku, Momo, or Iida busy?”

“I don’t know,” Todoroki responded honestly. “I asked you first.”

Uraraka’s face did a funny thing, like she didn’t know whether to smile or look confused. In the end, she settled for neither, going with a pleasantly surprised expression. “Oh. Well - thank you.”

“It’s nothing.” Todoroki turned his attention to the map, taking note of which stop they would have to get off. It had been a while since he’d eaten at this particular restaurant, but he remembered where it was well enough. This was the area he’d grown up in, after all. “I didn’t want to eat by myself and I figured you would appreciate it the most.”

“I do like to eat,” Uraraka laughed.

“Besides, it’s a bit like a ‘thank you’ for what you did this week in class. We would’ve lost without you.”

“Nah, you would’ve pulled something out of the bag,” Uraraka insisted, waving a hand at him. “You’re way strong.”

Holding onto the handle over his head, Todoroki gazed down at her. “You’re a lot more incredible than you give yourself credit for. That win definitely belongs to you. Take it.”

After gaping up at him with her lips parted and her eyebrows raised for a few seconds, Uraraka wiped the slightly stunned look from her face, replacing it with a decidedly much more determined one, and nodded. There, that was better. He liked it when she was more confident in herself. He knew that he was strong, but it felt good to help other people see that in themselves. Maybe her quirk wasn’t as flashy as others, but it was hers and he knew that she was going to accomplish so much with it.

“So where are we going anyway?” Uraraka asked, her curiosity taking over. Just like that, any tension between them evaporated. Her grip on the pole she held to keep herself from falling loosened as she leaned against it.

“Just some place I used to go when I was younger,” Todoroki told her.

Uraraka waggled her eyebrows. “Oo, a surprise then. How exciting!”

A faint smile quirked at Todoroki’s lips in the face of her silliness. “I thought it’d be more fun.”

“Aw, I knew you were hiding a more playful side under that calm veneer,” Uraraka teased.

A few minutes later, their stop was called out and the train came to a stop. The two of them swayed with the other passengers, Todoroki bumping into her lightly despite his tight grip on the handle. He murmured an apology, but she pressed her lips together and shook her head. They waited for a few people to get off before pushing their way off the train. She followed him without question as they started to walk on the sidewalk.

“I’ve never been to this part of town before,” Uraraka admitted, looking at the tall buildings around them. “How much further?

“We’re almost there.” They walked another block, took a left, and then Todoroki pointed at the restaurant a block down. “That’s it.”

Uraraka’s jaw dropped. “Todoroki! You can’t be serious!” She spun on him, eyes blown wide with panic. To be honest, that was one of the last reactions he’d been expecting. Maybe shock or excitement, but not full-blown panic like she might start hyperventilating at any second. “You’re joking, right? We’re going somewhere else. You can’t possibly be taking me there.”

“Why not?” Todoroki didn’t see a problem. “I used to eat there like once a month when I was younger.”

“Because it’s incredibly expensive!” Uraraka burst, waving her hands frantically before pressing them against his chest and shoving him back around the corner. He was surprised by her action, but didn’t stop her, not even as she held him there. It was like she was embarrassed to be seen by the restaurant. “I’ve never even been to a one michelin star place. But two stars? Oh my god, Todoroki, this is insane. I’m so underdressed. I look practically homeless compared to their usual clients.”

She did not. It was an absolutely absurd statement and overreaction. “You look fine.”

Uraraka shook her head. “They won’t even let me in.”

“They’ll let you in,” Todoroki reassured her.

Biting her lip, Uraraka peered up at him. There was nothing slight about the anxiety on her face now. “How do you know?”

“Because you’re with me,” Todoroki said before taking one of her hands from his chest and pulling her back around the corner and toward the restaurant.

Maybe she believed him or she simply didn’t have it in her to fight him, too stunned to do anything but let him guide her to the front door. She made a quiet half whimper half groan sound when the doorman eyed them strangely but let them inside anyway. By the time they made it to the host stand, she was practically hiding behind him, using him as a shield even as she gawked at everything.

The maître d raised an eyebrow at them and politely said, “I believe you have the wrong establishment.”

“No, we don’t,” Todoroki responded evenly.

That politeness took a sharp turn, even as he smiled. “I’m afraid this is not a...teen friendly place. I can recommend somewhere more in your price range for a date.”

“I’m well aware of the prices.”

“Then you must also be aware you need a reservation in order to eat here.”

“Yes, hence why I made one yesterday.”

The maître d actually laughed. “You made one yesterday? It takes weeks to get in.”

“It should be under the name Todoroki.”

He went from laughing to pale and shocked in less than a second. As much as he hated the fact that his name was irrevocably tied to his father’s, Todoroki couldn’t deny that it came in handy sometimes. He very rarely used it, if ever, but he hadn’t even tried when making the reservation here. When he had called and asked if it was possible, even though he knew it was on such short notice, the person on the phone had practically tripped in trying to help him, even asking him if he had a specific table, server, or special that he wanted.

“I- I’m sorry. Yes, of course, here you are. Follow me, please.” The maître d was flushed as he shakily gathered two menus. He couldn’t even look Todoroki in the eyes, his own darting to the side whenever he tried. Behind Todoroki, Uraraka was gripping his shirt as they made their way through the restaurant to their table, but there was a much less nervous energy about her. She wasn’t acting like she had to hide from everyone.

“It’s fine, just a misunderstanding.” Todoroki didn’t particularly care about the mix-up. Two teens walking in here was a strange occurrence. Not many kids ate here. He’d been one of the very few to frequent here and only because he was with his father. None of his siblings had been here, as far as he knew. His mom had come once or twice, but that was it. He barely listened as the maître d explained the special, eyes flickering to Uraraka when she mumbled that she’d like a water when asked what she wanted to drink.

With that ordeal over, Uraraka picked up the menu and outright gaped. “This is insane.” She shook her head and set the menu down. “You can’t pay for this. I can’t let you do that. I’m not…” Her cheeks seemed to have taken a permanent red tinge, hiding her typical pink spots. “Todoroki, some of these meals are almost much as my rent.”

“Like I said, I’m not paying for this.” Todoroki pulled the black credit card out of his wallet and set it down on the white linen table. “My father is.”

Uraraka gawked at the card like it was some ancient artifact that might be cursed, but slowly, her expression began to mellow out. She was still staring at it when she asked, “So this is to just get back at your dad, right?”

“Yes, and to hang out with you.”

The smile on her face was strange, almost tremulous as she bit her lip and looked up at him, but then she nodded and picked up the menu again. From all the blushing she’d been doing, her face had to be as warm as his left side felt after using his quirk. “Okay.”

“Is it?” Todoroki asked, wanting to make sure that she truly was okay with this. Maybe he should have told her where he was taking her first, but it hadn’t seemed like a big deal to him, not when the whole plan was to spend a boat load of his father’s money anyway.

“Well, I mean, I am super hungry and we’re sitting down already,” Uraraka joked. He opened his mouth, but then she jumped in to continue before he could say anything, “It’s not like I’m ever going to get this chance again. Thank you for asking to help you with this. If this is you being passive aggressive, I could get used to it.”

“We can go somewhere else next week then,” Todoroki suggested, a restaurant down the street coming to mind. Or maybe they could go to the mall. She hadn’t bought anything there when they had all gone last time, even though he’d seen her eyeing a dress forlornly after trying it on.

Uraraka laughed and teased, “Slow down there, cowboy. We haven’t even ordered from here yet.”

Once their server appeared with their drinks, Todoroki ordered a few aperitifs. Uraraka had giggled over the fancy word for appetizers, which had made their server raise her eyebrow, but she hadn’t hesitated over the price at least. It was the meal that he was more concerned about. When he’d asked her what she was thinking about getting, she brought up the least expensive meal on there, which admittedly was still far out of her normal price range.

“Ignore the prices,” Todoroki told her and she sighed. It was easier said than done. “Think of it this way: the more money you spend, the happier I’ll be.”

“When you put it that…” Uraraka mumbled, hiding behind the menu again.

With the arrival of their aperitifs, all of which Uraraka nearly drooled over, they ordered their main courses. Well, Uraraka was stuck choosing between three different meals, so Todoroki just ordered all three. Problem solved. Both the server and Uraraka had gawked at him, but the server said nothing as Uraraka sputtered incoherently. It wasn’t that big of a deal. His father might blow a gasket after he got his company credit card bill at the end of the month, but just seeing the way Uraraka’s eyes lit up after trying the food made it worth it.

“Is it good?” Todoroki asked.

“Good?” Uraraka repeated with a mouthful of food. She swallowed. “I’m pretty sure this is what they serve in heaven. Did I die in our last hero class? Are you an angel?”

“I don’t think so,” Todoroki told her, a faint but amused smile appearing on his face.

“Honestly, you’re my hero,” Uraraka told him before she tried something different. He knew it was a joke, but she sounded so earnest that it almost made him blush. He didn’t know how to react to that, but her pure joy was infectious and it wasn’t long before he was happily eating the food as well.

By the time the plates were empty and cleared, she’d stopped paying attention to anyone staring at them, be it rudely or subtlety. The conversation flowed effortlessly throughout the entire dinner. As usual, Uraraka carried it for the most part, her friendly nature overpowering his reticent one, but when she asked him questions, he responded without hesitation, even asking a few of his own.

He explained to her how he knew this restaurant and why he’d picked it, but he also told her about why he was angry with his father and wanted to get back at him. She was sympathetic, but didn’t pry when it was obvious that he was leaving some details out of the story. Some of the others in their class might be pushy, but Uraraka seemed content with whatever he decided to tell her. She was easy to talk with, her brown eyes warm with understanding but her words never too presumptuous. It helped that she was so happy and excited. When their food arrived, she insisted on sharing everything so they could enjoy it all.

“Don’t forget about dessert,” he reminded.

Uraraka gave him a mock-offended look, laying a hand over her heart, and told him in a very serious tone, “Todoroki, I never forget about dessert.”

The food was as incredible as he remembered, if not more. Perhaps the different company made it better. Uraraka was a much more pleasant person to eat dinner with than his father or his agency sidekicks. Her laugh was warmer than the food sitting in his belly, her smiles brighter than the crystal glasses they drank from. Somehow, by the end of the meal, their chairs had scooted closer together as they picked their way through the food. Whatever they didn’t finish, they could take back to the dorms. Uraraka was a waste-not type. She was already excited about leftovers, which he found silly since they hadn’t even finished eating yet.

Before he could even order the dessert, however, their server appeared at their table and set it down in front of them, proclaiming, “Compliments of the chef.”

Todoroki shook his head. “I can’t take this for free. Put it on the ticket.”

“He insists,” the server said.

“I insist more,” Todoroki countered in a cool tone. “I want to pay for the hard work you all have done in making this an enjoyable experience for us.”

When the server left, admittedly awkward, Uraraka burst into muffled laughter, hiding her face on his shoulder so that no one else in the restaurant would see. “You’re not even paying for this.”

“I’m not going to use my father to take advantage of this establishment,” Todoroki pointed out. She laughed even harder and he managed a little grin.

When the two of them dug into the dessert, it was just as Todoroki expected. Not only was it delicious, but Uraraka nearly melted into a puddle when she took the first bite. If they hadn’t been in such a fancy place, she probably would’ve moaned a little from how much she loved it, but she promised that she would contain herself. Instead of shoveling it in their mouths, they ate the dessert slowly, savoring every bite until finally the plate was empty.

Having eaten a ridiculous amount of food, the two of them slumped in their seats and rested their arms over their stomachs. Todoroki couldn’t remember ever eating so much all at once in his life. His father had kept him on a strict diet growing up so that he was in tip top shape. The food here was so rich though and not just price-wise. Uraraka wore the most content expression he’d ever seen, eyes closed with a pink face and her lips tilted up in a dazed smile, resting her head against his arm. He had the strange urge to wrap his arm around her, but he kept still and soaked in the warmth of the physical contact.

“Todoroki?”

“Hm?”

“I said it before, but… Thank you. This has been one of the best moments of my life.”

He glanced down at her at a loss of what to say. She didn’t seem to mind his sudden movement, still leaning against him. A powerful warm feeling surged inside of him, almost like an adrenaline rush. Indeed, she looked incredibly pleased. She was a happy person, but the fact that he’d done something that made her this happy struck him as special. It was different than complimenting someone or saving them. It was kind of addicting if he was honest. Could he do it again? Could he repeat this feeling for others? For her? For him?

Would she go out to dinner with him again if he asked her?

“I’ll take the check, please,” Todoroki told the server when she came to clear the very empty plate. Uraraka jumped when she realized that they weren’t alone, scooting away from him and clearing her throat. Before she could look at the check, which he knew she would try to do, he plucked it from the server and slid the black credit card inside without even looking at the total. Endeavor’s pro hero agency could cover this expense. He owed it to his youngest son and more.

Upon getting the receipt back, he made sure to edge away so that Uraraka couldn’t see it. He had a feeling that she had calculated the total in her head anyway, judging from the way she was chewing on her nails. After making sure to put down a ridiculous tip, he waited for the server to come by before handing the black book. He knew how badly she wanted to look at the ticket, but he wouldn’t let her. It wasn’t about that.

Okay, that was kind of a lie. It had started out as spending a shit ton of his father’s money, but it turned into something more. It wasn’t just about blowing money; it was about making Uraraka smile too.

Standing up from the table, he helped pull her chair back and held out a hand to help her out of the chair, even though she didn’t really need it. After all, it was the polite thing to do, especially in an establishment like this. She didn’t blush or flail about in embarrassment. Maybe he should’ve noticed that neither one of them let go of each other’s hands, but it simply slipped his mind, the feel of her small hand and padded fingers in his almost natural.

Their server swung by one more time to thank them, tears in her eyes, and the maître d apologized once more and bid them a goodnight on their way out. This time, Uraraka wasn’t hiding. She waved pleasantly to all the employees, thanking them and asking if they could tell the kitchen what an amazing job they did. Even though they’d been scoffed at, she wasn’t insulted at all and was still friendly. She was a good person like that.

It made him feel warm in a pleasant way, not the kind he felt if he overused the fire side of his quirk, to the point where the cool early spring air barely bothered him. Still, he made sure to switch their leftovers to his other hand so Uraraka was walking at his left. He reached down to grab her hand again and pulled her in close so she could stay warm. The sweater and leggings provided her warmth, but it was easier to gently use his quirk. With the sun having set, it had gotten dramatically colder. She smiled up at him and leaned in, like it was entirely normal for him to allow people this close to him on a regular basis. It wasn’t, but he found that he didn’t mind.

His heart content, mind settled, and stomach full, Todoroki couldn’t find much to complain about. He’d made the right decision when he had invited her. His father would get pissed. Uraraka got a great meal. He was able to strengthen their relationship. It was the best use of his free time by far. He could get used to this feeling. Hopefully she would want to do something like this again. He wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. It was...nice, very nice indeed.

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warmau · 6 years

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Prince!Dino

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dino is the youngest prince, still not old enough to hold the crown title

which means he isn’t allowed to participate in a lot of political and important events,,,,the most he can do is take pictures beside his parents and the royal court

and ,,,, the time spent waiting to be able to actually have any power had made dino extremely bored

that he sort of became prone to playing harmless tricks on staff or guests, missing out on tutoring lessons about geography to go talk with the gardeners, all in all just forgetting the fact that one day he’d have to take over this country

to the point,,,,,,that dino even enrolled in the public college - shocking his parents and everyone in the country

so,,,,,to put it simply,,,,,he’s a prince that’s trying to live a super regular life

he even asked the bodyguards to leave him alone when he went on campus, refused to wear the suit with his family’s crest on it, and told everyone that they didn’t have to bow when they saw him or do anything of the sort

(but even as hard as he tried to make friends - people still acted like they were on eggshells with him - afterall he was still a prince, no matter how much he tried to tell people to forget that)

his parents are ok with him doing this,,,as long as he quits it immediately when it’s his time to rule

they did tho,,,not let him try and get a part-time job,,,because well for one he’s rich but two they were like school is fine but you can’t go to work without bodyguards

and he was like wHY not im not gonna gET hurt???? and everyone was like dude,,,,do you not understand your position????

carefree, fun loving, and comfortable - dino really could pass for just a another college boy if the whole country didn’t know he was the prince

likes to dress casual, it takes a lot of convincing from head waiter hoshi to even get dino to put on a tie

secretly asks the personal cooks to order him cheap takeout and they’re like ???? why, we have all the finest - most expensive

and dino is like “normal people eat mcdonalds. please get me some of those,,,,bigmacs? yes the bigmacs!”

but even though he dresses casual to his classes and stuff they’re still like expensive brands,,,he looks like a damn model,,,

and the only reason anyone wouldnt know dino was a prince, was if they weren’t from his country

which is exactly what you are - a transfer from abroad

and your first class,,,,just happens to be with dino

and when you come in, confidently sitting right beside him (because well, the chair is empty)

everyone stares

“am i doing something wrong?”

you lean over to whisper to him and dino almost falls over

your tone,,,,it’s casual - you look at him and you’re not cowering in fear or trying to gain brownie points

it hits dino right away

you don’t know that he’s a prince, of course you don’t know - this is your first day here!

“you’re fine, i think it’s just because you’re new. im dino by the way.”

you shake his hand and someone whispers

‘do they not know touching a royal like that is rude?!?!’

but thankfully you don’t hear it and dino,,,,,,,,,dino wants to keep it that way

so when you get up for a bathroom break he makes an announcement

“no one tell them that im a prince, ok?”

nervous nods pass around the classroom and thats,,,,well that’s how you become friends with a prince

except you have no damn clue he’s a prince

you start hanging out more often, sometimes after class you guys have lunch together on the quad

and the whispers, the pointing, the looking it all confuses you - but dino just tells you to brush it off

“are you like some kind of celebrity?”

you ask him one day and dino gives a coy smile, “no. not at all.”

you and him share a lot of interests, you’re both outgoing and like a little competition - racing to get to class first

comparing your quiz grades

basically acting like kids even though you’re still in college

but you’re so thankful to have someone like him, because you’re new to this country

and dino is like,,,,really really knowledgeable about everything to see and visit here

it only sucks because when you ask if you and him can go together to one of the landmarks, he always makes up some sort of excuse

either way, you come to enjoy his friendship

and you have to admit,,,he’s got quite the charming face

with his defined jaw, soft bangs that fall over his clear skin and those eyes - they’re something like warm chocolate

when you somehow manage to bring up dating though, dino nearly chokes on his drink

“i,,,i wasn’t so outgoing in high school.” he lies, thinking back to the wedding arrangements his parents had tried to put him through but that he’d always somehow get out of

“me either!” you’d laughed and the sound had calmed down dino,,,,actually he was also beginning to realize that a lot of things about you made him feel really

serene

really,,,,,,,,,just normal

but as the semester progressed and dino knew sooner or later someone somewhere would tell you who he was

or maybe you’d catch on to the things that didn’t add up about him

like how other people still stuttered when talking to him

like how you’d mentioned needing a new laptop and the next day a new one had arrived at your dorm with your name on it and a badly written note about how you’d been chosen to win it in a raffle

like how dino could only ever hangout with you on campus - that you didn’t even know if he lived on or off campus

he’d hoped you’d just stay blissfully ignorant about it - for the first time he felt like he was getting to know someone without them closing themselves off because of his high status

and that he,,,,could finally be himself with someone who wouldn’t pre-judge his life

and at some point dino was asking himself

am i falling for this new feeling - the feeling of someone not knowing im a royal or am i falling for this person - this person who understand me?

dino and you were nothing more than friends,,,,and it had been easy to hide it as long as he only talked and hung out with you on campus

but then,,,,,,,,,his parents caught wind of it

apparently hoshi had been the one to spill the beans - he’d seen dino and you coming out of the library

and when dino had seen him, he’d introduced hoshi as just a friend

hoshi had furrowed his eyebrows “princ-” but dino had cut him off just before

when they’d gotten home, hoshi had started to bicker with dino - questions about who you were, you definitely didn’t look like the locals

and dino’s mother had passed by just in the middle of the argument

“you’re a prince, you need to tell us who your friends are so we can protect you if they hurt you-”

“they don’t even know im a prince! it’s not like everyone who talks to me wants to take advantage of me!”

hoshi had stepped back “the- they don’t know you’re a prince?”

dino had seen the look on the queen’s face change, storming off before he could get another earful

he was sure he was in trouble, his parents might not let him go back to the college - afterall they’d been strict about making sure he told them about his ‘friends’

even if he hadn’t been able to make anyone for that exact reason - he was a prince, who wanted to be friends with a prince and have to think about their actions and words every five seconds when hanging out

but ,,,,,, he knew that now - he had to tell you

if anything happened, if his parent refused for him to go back he needed to be the one to tell you

because he owed you that,,,,he owed you the truth if he wasnt going to be around anymore

so dino called you, as soon as he’d gotten up to his room

“can i see you?”

“right now? it’s like 10pm and -”

but you could feel dino’s voice shaking, whatever he needed you for must have been urgent

“you konw what, ok. let’s meet behind the library.”

a couple of minutes later, when hoshi got the door open - dino was gone

he wasn’t wearing his usual stylish outfit, this time dino was in a hoodie that looked like it had seen some wear

his usual bright eyes had dulled, and not because of the darkness of the night

“what’s going on?”

“there,,,,,there’s been things ive been hiding from you.”

you looked at him, but instead of the confusion dino expected he could something closer to saddness

“are you going to finally tell me it,,,,,,,tell me the reason people stare at us when we’re together. tell me the reason how i won a laptop from a raffle i didn’t enter.”

dino could feel his mouth open in shock, you - you knew?

“wait, so you -”

“dino, i might not be from this country but ive seen the news. i knew the day after we met.”

taking his hands out of his pockets, dino couldn’t process it

“then,,,then why did you keep treating me -”

“like my friend? because you’re my friend. you could be the prince of every country in the world, and that wouldn’t change our friendship.”

for some reason, even though dino was so relieved you’d known and weren’t,,,,weren’t mad at him

the word friend, it began to sting a little

“ just friends?”

he mumbled beneath his breath and you felt the chilly night breeze sweep over your heated cheeks

“i mean,,,,,liking a prince - i think i’d be foolish to believe i could ever date you.”

“well, you’re lucky because im a pretty foolish prince myself.”

he laughed, lifting his hand up to your cheek before kissing you ever so gently

you let your eyes flutter shut, half of your heart going crazy with happiness about dino feeling the same way - the other going crazy over the fact that you were kissing the prince of the country you know lived in

when you came apart, dino was grinning - it looked so silly and boyish you wouldn’t have been able to tell that in a couple of years he’d have power over the people here

that he was going to rule a country one day

he just looked like a college boy in love

and you were also in love

and when dino wanted to kiss you again he had to stop because

“oh ,,,,,,, i think i should go back because my parents might launch like an entire investigation if they find out im gone.”

you scrunch up your nose “can’t be a foolish prince and a runaway prince too.”

dino laughs, but no like seriously hoshi might have a heartattack if he doesn’t get back LOL

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exceedingabnormality · 7 years

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I am Fat and I am Worthy

I’m Fat. I happen to use this word as a self-descriptor, and I don't say it to put myself down, and I certainly don't say it in hopes that someone will say, 'Oh no, you're not fat!' Because that's the thing, nobody says to a tall person, 'Oh, you're not tall!' And, nobody says that because 'tall' is not a dirty word.

I was hosting a party at my home a few months ago, when a girl stood in front of me, that I had known for 10+ years, squeeze her stomach and say “God.. I am so fat” before bringing the dark bottle of beer back up to her lips. In my drunken-stupidness, I put down my drink and yelled “I’m the fattest bitch you know!” And stood with my hands on my hips. Her, and a few of her friends stopped and went “Oh no Honey! No no You’re so beautiful you’re not fat!” I laughed and shook my head and said “Exactly. I’m both” and walked away. This speaks wonders of where I am in my life. It speaks wonders about my self love journey and my hopes of where others could be.

My journey of self-love, is long and tiring and just like any other journey, you have setbacks and you have days where It’s not great, but it is possible.

You can’t have a self-love journey, without a self-hate journey as well. I don’t remember the first time I cried because someone at school called me fat, but I do have a memory of a boy in my fifth grade class, hitting me with his crutches, spitting on me down the aisle way on the bus mooing at me and telling me to, “Move, you fat cow.” I cried that day for a long time ( Thank you Austin Backas). I remember making a wish to be skinny on my birthday candles every year from age 11-16.

At 14-years-old, I started down the path of starvation and self-hate that manifested itself into my physical world, rather than just in my head and my heart . This went on for three years. There was a period of time, when I was 16 when I would starve myself, and then run until I couldn’t anymore. This was my way of forgetting my hunger. My size at age 16 was becoming a death sentence. With the mindset, I was living my life in, my doctor told me at my first appointment that I went to alone (16- years-old) that I was going to kill myself if I kept exercising the way I was without nutrition. At the time, this sounded like the perfect thing. To die trying to be beautiful. Now? I'm so glad I stopped. I'm so glad I'm here. I’m so glad I get to see the world as it is today

I wore a shaper for probably three years straight, every day. Whether I was wearing a nice dress or a t shirt, I wore a shaper that physically altered my body forever. I told myself I would look smaller if I wore it, and didn’t understand how much I was hurting myself. I started doing things I wouldn’t normally do. I hid this from people close to me.

Most people didn’t notice the drastic drop in weight, they didn’t notice that I was finding every excuse in the book not to eat, and to avoid shopping. I avoided photos and events that would include me having to eat, or exercise around others because I knew I would overdo it. I used to get up early before my dad and go for runs, I would run and run in the cold air and I loved it, but I would do it to the point that I would vomit. I wouldn’t stop until then. It wasn't until the summer after my junior year that a friend noticed when we were at the beach and I was running up and down, we sat down in the sand and he turned to me and said “You’re dropping weight like crazy.” And I got a giant grin and said “30 pounds in 5 weeks!” His face fell, he noticed that I thought he was complimenting me. “That’s dangerous.” He said before shaking his head. This was the first time I was ever confronted about my self hate by a friend.

I dated a boy my senior year of high school, who was the first and last significant other who bruised my skin. When trying to end things, he grabbed me in the hallway and said “No one will ever care for you like I do” And I turned with a fist up and chuckled and said “That’s the point.” before I ripped my arm out of his grip. The purple bruise on my shoulder for weeks sparked a fire in me. It sparked an idea that I was worth more. He was popular, He told me how pretty I was when I did my makeup, and dressed up for him, and how nice I looked when I “tried”. I came across a quote from Milk and Honey that reminds me of this time in my life (looking back on it 4 years later) "When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it" and thank god he wasn’t able to carry it because She is.

At age 17, my girlfriend (still my better half to this day) noticed my shaper. She started to push and poke at the idea of me not wearing it. I shrugged it off and avoided the topic until my freshman year of college. I stopped wearing it. The last time I wore it casually, was my first day of freshman year. I occasionally wear my shaper now, when I’m going to a fancy dinner because sometimes It helps me feel good in a nice outfit, otherwise? I don’t wear it.

I’ll tell you what I do wear though, that helps me feel good: Crop tops, tight jeans, bralette, see through tops, cute underwear, bikinis, high heels, bright lipstick, body suits and many many other things. These are things that society has deemed to be appropriate for skinny women to wear, and what I say to that? Screw it. I love crop tops, and if ellensburg wasn’t so cold, I’d probably wear one every day.

At work, my manager came over to me and said “Maddie, your jeans are too tight” I looked down at my skinny jeans and back up to her and chuckled before biting my tongue. She went to the back room and I looked to my coworkers before laughing. Puzzled, they asked me what's wrong, and I told them what she had said before saying “You know, I wanted to say, yes I’m fat, my jeans are always going to be tight” and we all laughed together and compared how tight your jeans all were. It was nice, for once not to be told “Oh honey, you’re not fat!” It was nice to be accepted, and have my self-love and self awareness be accepted by those around me.

Newsflash, I know I’m fat. I know that I’m not going to fit in a size medium shirt, and I know I’m not going to fit in a size 10 jeans and no I can’t fit into your sweat pants at a sleepover, I have my own in the car don’t worry and no, I probably can’t borrow that hella cute top you just wore, but that’s okay! I Love my body the way it is, and so do my friends. I know my body is good, whether I’m in sweatpants, no makeup and my hair a mess or a ball gown, my body is good. My body is good in a sweater or no clothes at all. I am worthy.

I now am surrounded by some of the most genuine people on this earth. I am surrounded by people who encourage me to be better, and push me to be the most loving person I could be (Because man, who couldn’t love them?). So this is a thank you, to those people who push me every single day to love more, and smile more, and stand out more.

Thank you Cassie, Kyla, Moira, Emerson, Dennis, Tina, Tami, Don, Daniel, Ashlynn, Alex, Joshua, Annabelle, Rosa, Alex, Hailey, Holly, Haleigh, Sebastian, Maryssa, Aidan, Cecile, Kash, Madi, Melody, Cansen, Kevin, Clayton, Anna, Susannah, Jason, Karina, Makennah, Devyn, Sarah. And so many many more people in my beautiful life. You make life truly extraordinary, and I’m so glad for all of you.

I dream of a world, that me being loving of my body, and being positive about my “taboo” body is a thing of the past and that we will one day view everyone as worthy and good, but until then? I’ll just keep making sure that my world, is full of people who do exactly that.

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