#idiot loser fucking professor

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favorite blog atm!! loving that prof fic. what if m reader was like showing interest in another classmate of his? how would professor act? reader gets all close to that classmate and starts to distance himself a bit, so professor takes action idk. ty!!

yeszsse.... he'd be insecure n try to be dominant to stop u from hangjn out with the dude. sry for anymistakes - domtop reader

sub prof w amab reader;; jealousy

cw; faint hints of manipulation.

bro he'd be a sore loser!! getting all mopey as you were unexpectedly distancing yourself from him-? no longer seeking him out to jerk him off or even tease his rim at his desk after the hour like you said you would... he was looking forward to it. but it's okay - thinking you just forgot and were too preoccupied with studies that you left without a word - it's okay, he'll have to bring you a warm drink just to show that he cares about you instead, no need to worry about pleasuring him! ㅡ all that care goes down the drain when he sees you in the corner of the little coffee shop with your classmate - one of his students in the back of the café you frequented together?!

he's... too embarrassed to let you see him. walking down the street in his sad little trench coat in shame. thinking about how your hand would feel curling around his tendrils of hair, how your lips would feel brushing against the shell of his ear - how your lips would feel pressing fluttering kisses along the base of his cock... an ugly feeling, a disgusting feeling of nausea settling in. he could never bear to feel so unwanted... look where that got him. divorced ?! and now you - touching on your friend and clearly done with your little plaything as he dubs himself...

all insecure and nervous - something he dislikes the most, especially when it's something like the situation he's in... his object of affection being too close to someone else. gettting distracted from his lectures when he catches sight of you sharing headphones with the damn guy next to you - seemingly whispering and giggling to yourselves, close enough to each other that it seems like you were about to kissㅡugh! he couldn't stand the sight. pausing in his speech - and catching your gaze. immediately looking away and shakily continuing on voicing... he couldnt exactly call you out on it - ... or could he?

ㅡno, he wouldn't make a scene. but he would try to find you after classes... to confront you. he misses you. so much!! he's a needy man who just wants to shove his face in the crook of your neck while being fucked on his desk... you, you, you. it's all he thought about in his past time.

like a puppy,,, confronting you in the library that was partially unlit - and you so happened to be in the dimly lit aisles of books. him being all like " who is that guy...?" saying your name all serious, trying to be stern with the icky feeling of anxiety in the pit of his tummy, trying so hard to get through to you and get his answersㅡshakily continuing and ignoring your look of question, "d-do you not like me anymore?? - i'm so good to you... do our jerk-off sessions mean nothing to you????" he'd try n turn it on you to make you feel bad. doesn't work all too well.

gotta make it up to him by jerking him off like always while muttering apologies and praises. you had no idea he was so damn needy and insecure... grunting as his seed coats your hand relatively quick. snickering to yourself as you wipe it off and offer a kiss - your relationship with your classmate is nothing more than friendly, you mention quietly, glancing down at his hand that was so desperately rubbing against your bulge - but you'll tone the touching down for this whimpering puppy-dog of a man.

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part 2 of feeling this?

Hi! I hope you like this! I want to turn it into an actual series as long as people like it:)

Feeling This - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Part 1

No warning, just Fluff and Ethan being a sweetie pie🥹

Summary: Ethan helps you study

Ethan was so giddy as he walked back to his dorm that night, he felt like he was floating instead of walking. Chad high-fived him when he mentioned how he went back for the kiss.

“Yes, dude! I’m proud of you!” Chad said, as Ethan sat there beaming. “You never know, you might not be a virgin forever after all.”

Ethan’s face dropped a little, “I don’t want her to think that’s what I want from her, ya know?”

Chad took in the tone change, looking over his friend’s face, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying, most people in relationships sleep together. If you guys get serious, it could happen.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I just want to get to know her, and hopefully she doesn’t think I’m a total fucking loser,” he sighed, flopping onto his bed.

“She doesn’t. Saturday will be great,” Chad said, Ethan’s face starting to perk back up.

He heard his phone ding in his pocket, he pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number. After reading it over, he realized that it was you.

You: Hey, I got your number from Mindy…I hope you don’t mind.

You: Thanks for walking me home😊

Ethan: Of course😘

As soon as he sent the kiss-face, he felt like an idiot. The last thing he wanted to do was come off too strong.

You: Goodnight😘

His heart skipped a beat in his chest when you responded with the same emoji, but he decided to lock his phone before he did anything to actually embarrass himself.

You woke up earlier than you normally did the next morning. You usually don’t have time to stop for coffee on the way to class, always having to settle for your roommates Keurig to get the energy you needed to get through the first half of the day.

As you walked into the coffee shop, you bumped into Chad.

“Hey, good morning!” he greeted, and you started to wonder why he was here. He seemed like he already had plenty of energy before 8am.

“Good morning,” you said, the groggy tone in your voice making him laugh.

“Not a morning person, huh?” he asked, grabbing the cup from the barista.

“Not really. I woke up early today, so I have time to get coffee before class,” you said, before placing your order.

“Well, I gotta go. I need to get this to Tara before her first class,” he said, you sticking your bottom lip out at how cute that was.

“That’s so sweet! I’ll see you around, Chad,” you said, waving to him as he made his way towards the door.

After you got your coffee, you went to your first class. You listened to the professor talk about how so many of the students failed the last test, and that a lot of people are going to be surprised when the grades are posted. You started to feel sick as you thought back to the test, knowing that you were most likely one of the students that didn’t pass.

After making it through the rest of your morning, you decided to go to lunch with Mindy. That’s when you got the notification that your new grade had been posted.

“Fuuuck,” you groaned, seeing a 54 in bright red.

“What’s wrong?” Mindy asked as she sat across from you.

“I just bombed this test for my Philosophy class,” you sighed, as Mindy started to smile.

“Ethan took that class last semester. Ask him to study with you,” she said, taking a bite of your food.

You pulled out your phone, pulling up the message thread with Ethan.

You: Hey, how did you do in Philosophy last semester?🧐

Ethan: It was hard, but I passed it.😅

You: Wanna help me study?

Ethan: Of course. When?

You: I don’t have any morning classes tomorrow, if you’d maybe want to meet in the library?

Ethan: I have a morning class, but I could meet you at 10?

You: Perfect, I’ll see you then😊

“You’re a genius, and I love you,” you said to Mindy as you locked your phone.

“So…Ethan walked you home last night. How’d that go?” she asked, desperately wanting some details.

“He walked me to the door, and came back a few minutes later to kiss me,” you said, smiling as you thought back to it.

“I don’t know if he actually needed Chad and I’s help,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “He’s had a thing for you for months. He never shuts up about you.”

You blushed at her words, loving how sweet he was.

After lunch, the rest of the day flew by. The exhaustion set in as you tried to work on your assignments, passing out on the bed with your laptop in front of you.

When you woke up the next morning, you checked your phone, noticing a goodnight text from Ethan. You were a little bummed that you weren’t awake to respond, but once you noticed the time, you jumped out of bed and quickly changed. You had fifteen minutes to get to the library to meet with Ethan, and you didn’t want to be late and waste his time.

You ran into the library, scanning the room for the curly-haired boy. He was sitting at a table, working on his computer.

“Hey,” you said, taking a seat beside him.

“Hey, this is for you,” he said, handing over a coffee.

“You got me coffee?” you asked, taking a sip. “You got me my favorite drink.”

“Yeah, my roommate is a stalker and listened to your order yesterday to pass it along to me,” he laughed, as he started to type again.

“It’s really sweet that you did this for me,” you said, pulling out your computer. “And it’s really sweet that you’re taking time out of your day to help me.”

His cheeks had a pink tint to them, “I get to spend time with you. I don’t care if it’s just to study.”

Your heart swelled at his words as you pulled up your assignments, showing Ethan the most recent score on your test.

“Holy shit,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s okay, we’ll get your grade back up. I’ll study with you every day if we have to.”

“I hope I can get it back up. My scholarship kind of depends on my GPA being at least a 3.5,” you sighed, as Ethan looked over to you.

“It’ll be fine. Okay, Introduction to Philosophy…”

You studied with Ethan for over two hours, the both of you accidentally skipping lunch. He was a great tutor, but every time he got closer to you to explain something, you felt your heart race.

“I’m sorry, but I have to get to my next class. My day is full tomorrow, but we can spend some time studying before our date on Saturday if you want,” Ethan said, putting his laptop in his backpack.

“That sounds great. Thanks again, Ethan,” you said, standing up and giving him a hug. He pecked your lips as he pulled away, the simple gesture giving you a severe case of butterflies.

“I’ll text you later,” he said, walking towards the exit.

Your smile was huge as you stood there, taking a second to enjoy the feeling before packing your stuff to head to your film studies class.

[4acoffee]

A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 2.8k words

genre & warnings. fluff, pining but he doesn't realize it, baku in some serious denial, swearing (lot's)

notes. jusus FUCKING christ. im SO glad to be done with this you have no idea. It's been in the works for like three months I'm so done with this fic. pls lemme know if u like it if this flops ill cry. also sorry i havn't posted in like forever im a loser i know.

Katsuki Bakugou does not have crushes.

Crushes, were for stupid schoolboys and stupid girls.

Like you.

Yea, — if anyone had a crush, it had to be you. That's why you only smiled at him when he was looking at you. It's why you never tried to make eye-contact with him during class. It's why you never talk to him outside of class, and always walk on the other side of the hallway, and laugh at shitty hair's lame jokes.

There's no way someone like him, would like anyone like you.

Raccoon eyes was an idiot for even putting such an absurd thought in his head.

And it all started because he ran out of those stupid pencils.

Which was those dumbass's fault too. That week, dunce face broke all his pencils trying to do a ghost summoning trick in class and begged him to let him borrow one of his pencils. Which was annoying, but not a big deal because he's Katsuki and he was always fucking prepared.

But then, raccoon eyes lost her shit at the ugly grape fuck during class, and accidentally dissolved her only pencil in a fit of rage. Which meant he lost another one to her.

And then that same week, shitty hair was testing his strength on pencils, snapping them in half with and without his quirk, so he lost five pencils to his useless antics.

So by the time Friday rolled around, he had just one mechanical pencil left to get him through the day. Which would have been fine, ― if he didn't run out of lead right in the middle of fucking English class.

Now, he could have asked the teacher for a pencil, but she was this dusty, old hag, and Katsuki was known in his class for aggravating her to the point where her veins popped out on her face, and she would screech at him like a mad banshee. And Katsuki would rather pull out his own nails and stick them in his eyeballs like push-pins, than face the lecture she would no doubt give him if she found out he had come to class "unprepared".

So now, he was stuck, pissed off at everyone, multiple writing assignments to finish, a professor who never liked him, zero patience, and completely lacking in pencils.

Fuck his life.

And the day would have only gotten worse, if it wasn't for you.

He doesn't know how you knew that he needed a pencil. Then again, since you so clearly liked him, you must have been watching him all the time. You must have seen the miffed look on his face and noticed how he was furiously clicking his pencil for any lead.

Most people who didn't know him personally tended to steer clear of him for the most part. So needless to say, he was mildly surprised when small, quiet, you — tapped his desk with your little ink covered fingers.

You never spoke out much in class, and Katsuki only knew you as the voiceless girl who sat next to him in class and constantly kept at least one earbud in, drawing on your hands or doodling on the corner of your paper when the teacher was talking.

He figured it would be a miracle if you were even passing this class.

But when he turned to you with narrowed eyes, you held his gaze carefully, and held out a new pencil to him.

At first, he's less than pleased, ― Katsuki wasn't gonna just accept help from some random extra.

But you shook the pencil at him, urging him to take it, and he once again meets your eyes, ― long enough to realize that you had to be one of the prettiest girls he's ever met.

Brilliant, and mildly amused, your gaze held a sense of thinly veiled curiosity that peeked through the serene look on your face, the sun peeking out behind you cast small shadows down the curve of your cheeks from your eyelashes and, and ―

― and he had been staring for way to long.

Scowling, he snatched the pencil out of your grasp and turned to his assignment, pretending to read the instructions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you curl over your own paper and get back to work.

For the rest of class, he stole small, fleeting glances at your focused form.

He decided that he absolutely hated the way your hair looked glossy and soft in the light filtering through the window. And the way you tapped your foot on the floor to the beat of whatever music you listened to, and the intricate designs you often drew on your hands, slightly smudged where your fingers held your own pencil.

The bell signaling the end of class snapped him out of his stupor and he angrily stood up, sending his chair back with the force and shoving papers in his bag.

He's half way down the hallway to his next class when he realizes he's still holding your pencil.

He stares down at it with a glare and considers throwing it in the trash for a second.

Your face pops in his head for a second, (rather rudely, and unnecessarily if he might add), and he grimaces before shoving it haphazardly somewhere behind him in his bag.

.

The next day, Bakugou stomps over to class, fully restocked with his own pencils.

He sits down in his usual seat and glances at you without thinking. You were reading the board at the front of the class, but you turned your head to him when you felt his gaze on you.

His slouching position immediately straightened at a backbreaking speed like a soldier at attention.

Instantly, he wanted to howitzer himself into the next dimension.

What was he so damn jumpy for??

He fixed you with a defensive glare, like his ears didn't feel so annoyingly hot, "What!? Hah? I don't need your stupid pencils today. " he bit out.

You squinted at him, and his annoyance only heightened when he noticed the way your lips twitched upwards in amusement.

Did you think he was fucking funny or something?

"Ah, ― ok." You replied.

He twitched in his seat as he watched you turn your attention away from him and to something on your phone.

That was it?

That was fucking it?

He accepts your help one time and suddenly you can't spare him more than a fucking two word reply?

A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

He glowers for the rest of class and makes it a point to not even glance in your general direction.

It works more or less to his favor, until he starts seeing you show up around him and everywhere outside of his class.

The moment he sees your eyes turn in his direction in the hallways, he swivels his head away so fast he nearly gets whiplash from the force.

Your outside after school waiting for a ride and he scowls when you don't even look up at him from your phone when he walks stiffly in front of you.

He catches you make icy hot crack a smile with some stupid joke in the lunch line and he almost combusts into a nuclear explosion on the spot when you ruffle his hair affectionately. How, and why the fuck were you acting so familiar with that damn candy-cane bastard?

The annoying voice in his head from earlier prompts him to go and place himself between the two of you, ― a physical divider, ― but he immediately brushes it off again. He chastises himself for even allowing such ridiculous thoughts enter his head over a useless extra like you.

Unfortunately, Katsuki in time comes to find that you’re not as useless as you seem.

As raccoon-eyes eventually manages to drag you into their tight knit group of friends, he begrudgingly realizes that there is much more to you than just ink covered fingers and pretty eyes.

Your one of the top students at the school. Picking up things easily, you don't pay much attention in school because you prefer to and work better doing things in your own time. You, however, make a horrible teacher, and any attempts to tutor his so called friends into shape, end in more jokes cracked than brains, and it's all too easy for you to dissolve into half giggles and smart remarks with them.

Your also, a little shit, he discovers, much to his chagrin.

"I still can't believe you go to bed at 8:30 like an old man."

The sly gleam of your eye when you join forces with his friends to tease him makes him want to slap his hands directly over your stupid eyes because he hates the way he's so automatically drawn to them.

And that stupid fucking twitch of your lips whenever he speaks to you. Like your trying to hold back a smile. Why the fuck do you do that. The fuck is wrong with you. Just smile like a normal person dammit.

So fucking distracting.

Especially when he began bringing you new, colorful pens for you to draw with for when yours ran out of ink. And the wipes he keeps stored in his bag for the teachers that kept threatening to email your parents if they saw you drawing on yourself during class.

God, you had to be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Which he swears is the only thought running through his head as he sits next to you at the library with his chin in his hands.

Definitely nothing having to do with the fading sun weaving through your hair in strands of gold, or the plush of your lips when you bite into them distractedly.

And your godamn eyes. Calm, sweet little almond eyes, so, ― pretty.

(Seriously, when the fuck did he start using words like "pretty").

It takes him a second to sense that said eyes were now focused on him. Unwavering and almost downright pleased in a way that made his hands clam up and saliva build up in his mouth.

"Hey Bakugou, you in there?" You ask cheekily.

He bites back a snarl, "Fuck off, tiny."

You raise your hands in mock surrender. "Ok, Ok, ― just making sure we didn't lose you into the void, you were looking pretty intense there."

"Shuddup I was just thinking."

"About me?"

"No, what the fuck?!" He yells, ignoring the librarian who sent him a stern look from her desk.

You snicker and he almost jolts out of his seat when you scoot your chair way too close to him.

You jostle his feet under the table and he kicked back impulsively. What he wasn't expecting, was for you to purposefully tangle your legs together, pulling yourself to the very edge of your seat.

Suddenly your face is right in front of his and he stiffens when you twist your fingers into the sleeve of his school uniform.

"Aw, you don't like me then?"

He absolutely hates the way he can hear the blood pumping into his ears.

"No, I fucking hate you. You're the worst."

"..."

"Oh."

Suddenly, you turn your eyes away from him and to your lap, lowering your eyebrows. Your lips fall into a deep pout that leaves him wanting to smush your cheeks together in his hands.

You look utterly crestfallen.

"That's kinda mean yunno." You say to him softly. "I really thought you liked me Bakugou."

He blinks at you in alarm.

He wasn't actually expecting you to take him seriously. You never do any other time. You knew there was hardly ever any real malice behind his words to his friends.

Right?

"It's ok if you don't, I understand. But, uh, I'm gonna go home now." You say quietly, without meeting his eyes.

Shit, ― he thought.

Did I, actually go too far?

You remove your fingers from his sleeve and make to grab your things to leave.

He panics, he couldn't let you go like this!

Frantically, he grabs your hand and pulls you close to him.

"The fuck are you talking about?! Are you that stupid?"

You look at him sullenly and try to pull away. He doesn't let go, but stands up to keep you pushed against the table.

Katsuki is reeling at the feeling of your skin under his, but tries to keep himself focused on the situation.

"Of course I fucking like you, dumbass." He nearly growls without looking at you face.

"I always buy you shit and make you food don't I? You think I'd spend my money and time on ya' if I didn't like you." Katsuki says simply.

"Thoughtcha' already knew you were my favorite." He mutters.

He looks up at you and freezes on the spot.

You have the most shit-eating look he's ever seen on your face and he later swears left and right to himself that he spots the slightest flush spreading across your cheeks.

You're goddamn eyes are once again so damn bright and he can barely process anything else with the way you're smiling at him.

"Bakugou,―i'm your favorite?!" You blurt out.

"I knew it! I can't believe I got you to admit it!!" You said horribly happily.

Katsuki stares at you in disbelief. Was that all a fucking act?

Your positively glowing now and Katsuki wants nothing more than to slap himself for falling for your stupid tricks again. How fucking dare you use your goddamn face against him like that. You were just playing with his feelings at this point.

He's about to tear his hand off your arm in a fit of anger when you pause you giggling and suddenly grab him by the collar of his uniform and bring his ear right next to your lips.

"Yunno, ― your my favorite too ok? Don't forget that." You whisper conspiratorially.

Your breath on his skin makes him nearly tremble, and he just knows that you can feel how hot his face his when you press your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss before pulling away to grab your things and disappear just as quickly.

Katsuki is sure that he probably looks like he just got hit by a truck.

A dazed grin makes it's way onto his face that he desperately tries to hold back, but fails as his fingers brush the spot where your lips just were.

All at once the feeling fades when his eyes meet the absolutely delighted looks of his friends from across the library.

They make all sorts of kissy faces and obscene gestures that has his face looking the same color as his ruby eyes.

He scowls deeply and turns to make his way angrily out of the library.

As he passes a window, he pauses when he catches sight of your figure walking across the campus.

Ink-covered fingers pressed to your lips.

-

If there's one thing most people don't know about Bakugou's friends, it's just how perceptive they really are. Their normally aloof and carefree behavior seems to veil the fact that they are indeed future heroes and they have trained to be finely tuned to each others behavior.

So it didn't take long for them to notice a shift in the actions of their angry blonde buddy.

It took even less time to connect the dots to you.

And naturally, ― they began scheming.

Perhaps not scheming per say, ― as they watched Bakugou zone out in your direction for the nth time that day at the library, Mina smacked Denki over the head one day for using that word.

"We're not scheming anything Denks." she whispered.

"Then why are we whispering?" He muttered back, rubbing his head with a grimace.

She sighed deeply and massaged her temples.

"We just need a way to get him to realize that he's feeling an emotion outside of acute bloodlust and anger for once." she explained.

"So then what, do we like, plot an intervention or something?" Sero supplied.

Mina, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, with great effort, resisted the urge to send an acid quirk infused slap in his way.

Sensing this, Kirishima was quick to pipe in, "C'mon guys, nothing like that, Bakubro just need a little push in the right direction, is all."

Mina nodded in approval.

"Blasty's smart, he'll understand what needs to be done once he works out his feelings. Hopefully."

A mummer of understanding passed through most of the group.

Sitting up straight and cracking her knuckles, Mina whipped out a pen and piece of paper like a weapon, "Alright boys, don't worry, your girls got just the plan."

Kaminari made a face like he just struck gold.

"Ohhhh! Okay. So we're planning an intervention."

"For FUCKS SAKE―"

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Winner Takes All - Steve Rogers x OC

warnings: frat boy college steve rogers, roommates to lovers, 'it's always been you'

word count: 7.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1417543778-winner-takes-all-drew

Vibe: "Steve shook his head, moving to press a kiss to the small freckle at the base of her throat, "Poetry class. First year." he admitted, sitting up and meeting her gaze once more. "I didn't even know what I was doing in that class, and then this blonde firecracker sat next to me, and suddenly it turned into my favorite. She could meet me sarcastic comment for sarcastic comment, and bullied me, and made me question everything, but she also taught me more then that professor did all semester and drove me so insane that I agreed to be her roommate just to be near her."

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Drew’s fluffy socks skimmed over the wooden floor of the apartment, hands full with four beer bottles and a bag of chips tucked under her arm. 

The kitchen was quiet except for the odd noise filtering from a bedroom down the hall. A muffled but distinctive groan from her idiot of a roommate and a giggle she didn’t recognise made Drew roll her eyes as she shuffled her way back to the living room. 

As she passed through she palmed one beer off to Sam, laid out on the floor with the PlayStation controller left abandoned by his side and his eyes glued to his phone, and one each to Bucky and Natasha, who had somehow managed to both fit curled up together on the armchair despite the whole couch being empty. 

Friday afternoons often went like this, they’d find themselves lazing in Drew and Steve’s apartment. Sometimes they’d just stay in and sometimes their afternoon beers led to pre-drinking and bar hopping. 

Their bottles were nearly empty by the time Steve and his company finally emerged, hushed voices and laughter echoing all the way to the front door before it swung swiftly closed, and Drew glanced up to see her roommate entering the living room — his dirty-blond hair disheveled, lips pink and t-shirt all askew. 

“Aw, didn’t want to introduce us to your hook up, Rogers?” Bucky asked, smirk on his lips as he shoved a handful of chip crumbs into his mouth. 

“And put her through the pain of meeting you losers?” 

Steve grinned as he hopped over the back of the couch, making himself comfy in the spot right beside Drew and plucking the beer from her hand, draining the last of it. 

“Hey!” 

“Don’t you have a date you should be getting ready for?” Steve countered, wiggling his eyebrows. “Patrick or Pedro or something?” 

“Peter, but you knew that Steven.” 

“Yep. Anyway, you don’t mind if I shower first, do you?”

He was up again before Drew could argue, rounding the couch and smacking a wet kiss to her cheek from behind.

Drew begrudgingly watched him saunter off to their shared bathroom, her attention only pulled away from Steve’s toned back when Natasha cleared her throat and Bucky stifled a laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing D,” he shook his head but she knew that look. 

“It’s never going to happen,” Natasha finally piped up, “Rogers is a coward, say goodbye to your money Buck.” 

He ruffled a hand through her thick red hair, flinching back when she threatened him under her breath. 

“What money?” Drew raised an eyebrow. “I feel out of the loop.”

“You are the loop, it’s torture watching you and Steve going around in a circle. So we made a bet…” Sam’s playful nature died on his lips with a kick from Natasha. 

“A bet?” Drew wasn’t completely in the dark. Not when it came to her feelings about Steve. But they were friends, barely and in he was constantly preoccupied by someone prettier and funnier.

"What kind of bet?" Drew asked hesitantly. Her mind already summing up the reason behind their friends' mischevious ways.

Sam gave her a side glance from his position on the floor that said "are you really asking that question?" while Bucky answered with a grin, "Who would give in first. My money says you– Ow! What the fuck Nat?!"

Natasha had a glare on her face as she cut him off and smacked him up the head.

"Just cause he's been your friend since kindergarten doesn't automatically make him a winner, you ass!" Nat defended.

Drew huffed an indignant breath and tried to glare at her so called friends.

"Oh, boy. Can someone with a little more common sense tell me what kind of bet this is. I would like to know how that bet involves me." She asked, faking a stern tone trying to get one of them to talk.

Natasha stared at her, exasperation clear on her face. The red head’s rigid look was just enough to break Drew’s resolve rather than wait for one of them to answer her clearly. 

“You're my best friend Drew, so I can say this. Stop acting so dense. You know what it’s about and it’s a lot deeper than what these two doofus’ faces or tones are showing.” 

Bucky and Sam mumbled in offense, pressing their lips together as soon as Nat narrowed her eyes at them. 

“I just want you to let yourself be happy, D” 

Drew felt her heart clench inside her chest at her friend’s words. She should’ve known Nat would catch her no matter how hard she tried to just be friends with Steve, she knows her too well. 

Before she could answer, the bathroom door unlocking filled her silence. And like a saving grace Steve’s voice boomed through the hallway. 

“Showers all yours Drewski!” 

Heat rose up her chest and neck as her eyes flicked between the boys and Nat before pushing herself up. 

“I have a date to get ready for.” She muttered.

With that, the blonde rounded the couch and headed down the hallway, pausing to grab her towel off the back of her bedroom door. She let out a huff and shook her head once,  trying her best to push her friend's betrayal out of her mind. They were crazy if they thought something was going to happen between her and Steve. That boy wouldn't recognize her as more than a roommate if she up and slapped him across the face with her feelings. Which Drew had to admit did sound like a pleasing idea. 

She let out a small laugh to herself before a clear of his throat pulled her from her head. 

"Whatcha thinking about, princess?" Steve smirked, roughly rubbing his towel over his dirty blonde hair. 

A drop of water from his hair ran down his neck and Drew couldn't help but follow the trail with her eyes. quickly biting the inside of her cheek before she returned her gaze to him with an eye roll, "First of all, I told you to stop calling me that. And if you must know, I was thinking about how satisfying it would be to slap you across the face," the blonde quipped as she stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door before he could answer.

Stomping grumpily into the shower to the echo of Steve’s laughter, Drew lathered her hair and gave her scalp an overly vicious scrub. Natasha’s words raced around her brain.  She loved her friend with every fiber of her being but she was wrong. There was no-way that hulking blond jackass had any feelings other than irritation  and plain devilment towards her.

With a frustrated sigh she began her pre-date shower routine, even breaking out the hardcore expensive body wash that her mom had bought her last Christmas. By the time she stepped out of the shower, Drew was determined not to let that ape or her meddling friends derail her plans for a good night.

Back in her bedroom, Drew perched on the edge of her bed. Hair wrapped in a towel, she slathered moisturizer on her legs as she hummed along softly to her date night playlist. 

She could hear the boys laughing in the living room, Steve’s obnoxious shouting and the music of whichever video game they’d gone back to playing, when she heard the quiet knock on her door. 

“You can come in, Nat,” Drew called, unraveling her hair from the towel and squeezing out the damp ends.

Natasha wandered into the room and sunk against the dresser, picking at the chipping paint that coated the old wood. "You know that it's all in your best interest?"

"What?" Drew said as she hung the towel. "Dating Steve? It's clear it's a game to you guys."

"It's not," Natasha said in a more serious tone and tapped the dresser to get my attention. "At least it wasn't, we've been watching you both around each other and it only got worse when you started living together. Steve is blind to anyone else in the room when you're around and you're the only person who doesn't see it."

"I have a date," Drew noted, shoving down the butterflies that fluttered in her chest at the thought and checking her reflection in the mirror before adding some mascara to her lashes. 

"With some dweeb that won't even remember you like orange juice with the pulp, or that you like vanilla creamer in your coffee after if he gives you thirty second mind blowing sex," Nat rolled her eyes and mocked Drew in what was supposed to be a frat boys confident swagger.

Steve always remembered the orange juice.

"I'm sorry you're out twenty bucks Natasha," Drew stared at her before collecting her bag and going to leave. 

"My phones on," Nat said from her position in Drew's room, "text me if you need an exit strategy."

"Always,"  Drew offered a smile and snuck from the apartment before the guys could hassle her further about the situation.

Thirty minutes into the date, Drew was already itching to reach for her phone and beg Natasha for a fake emergency. Peter was a completely different person outside of their Psych class. Loud, obnoxious and flirted with every waitress that passed their table. Steve's obnoxious too. She thought as she stared at the man in front of her as he shoved onion ring after onion ring into his mouth. He rambled on about anything and everything under the sun since they sat down. Yeah, but Steve doesn't eat like a Neanderthal. 

Drew shook her head of thoughts of Steve and focused on the football game on the TV behind him. It was ironic, that the only thing getting her through this was a game she cared nothing about and yet felt less than because Steve wasn't around to scream at the television. 

Once they finished eating, they split the bill and Peter walked her outside. A shit-eating grin on his face. 

"What?" she asked, looking up at him with an awkward laugh. 

"Nothing," Peter shrugged, "it's just that I'm surprised Rogers let you out of the house." He took a step towards her, dragging his fingers down her bare arms. Drew had to fight off an actual shiver as she stepped out of his touch. "I'm glad he did though." 

I'm not.

"What do you mean by let me out?" She fought to keep her face neutral as she forced the words out of her mouth, taking half a step more out of his reach. 

"Ya' know," he shrugged with a smirk. 

"No, I don't." She bit out.

"He's always around you somehow, like a goddamn guard dog. Do you know how many times I tried to ask you out but he was always there?"

what?!

Peter's annoying rambling continued, unaware of just how much Drew was losing interest in him, what was left of it anyway.

"I finally got Rocket to corner him to ask about the team try-outs as a distraction so I could talk to you." He finished. Smugness radiated off of him and the sight made Drew furious.

"Goodnight, Peter. Don't bother calling." Drew turned on her heels, fuming and left him, confused and annoyed on the sidewalk.

I should have stayed home with my friends, she thought as she walked to her car that she was glad she took instead of having Peter pick her up. Him touching bare arm had been enough to make her skin crawl. But what concerned her even more was the way Peter called Steve a guard dog. There was a bite to his tone as if he was staking his claim on her like she was a toy on the playground toddlers fought over.

She sniffled as she unlocked her car and sat in the seat. Wiping her eyes, she pulled out her phone and texted Nat. 

Drew: Things didn't go well. I told him not to call me.

Tossing her phone into the passenger seat, Drew made her way home, tightly gripping her steering wheel as Exes by Tate McRae sounded loudly through the car. She silently reminded herself that she'd have to thank Steve for preventing that from happening sooner. Her body shivered in disgust as she threw the car in park, looking up at her building. 

Her phone let out a soft ding as Nat reacted to her message with a heart, telling her she'd be over in the morning to hear all about it. With a sigh of defeat, Drew climbed from her small car, grabbed her bag and headed up to the apartment, preparing herself for the inevitable jeering that she'd receive from Steve when she walked in. 

As expected, the light from the TV caught her eye when she walked in. 

Here we go, she thought to herself. 

"Wow, home at 9 PM? You must have found your soulmate," His raspy voice sounded from the living room. She could almost hear the smirk that was plastered on his lips when she moved herself to sit on the opposite side of the couch from him. 

"Don't start," Drew muttered, pulling her legs underneath herself as she tied her blonde waves into a messy bun on the top of her head.

She could actually feel his eyes as they analyzed her demeanor before he let out a little huff, rising from the couch and rustling around in the kitchen for a few moments before returning. 

As he passed the armchair that Drew usually occupied he grabbed her favorite blanket. Tossing the woolen kaleidoscope over her knees, he handed her a beer and then sat again, taking a swig out of his own bottle.

They stayed sitting in silence for a moment longer before Steve hummed, picking at the label on his beer. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“Not yet,” Drew murmured, “just kinda wanna stew in my frustration for a little while.” 

Steve huffed out a small chuckle, still just as rich and deep and causing a familiar warmth to curl in her belly. 

She hated it. 

“He that much of a dick?” Steve asked, tucking his leg up on the couch as he turned to face her. 

“Off the scale.”

She could smell the pine and spice from his cologne as he shifted closer. 

"Am I on the scale?" He asked, brows raising. 

Drew couldn't tell if it was concern or pure cockiness that fueled his question but it dragged a small chuckle from her lips and she could feel herself relaxing. "Yeah it goes, one to Steve Rogers." 

"So I beat Porter?" He flashed the most handsome of smiles at her and lifted his beer for a sip. 

"Peter," Drew corrected him again. "And we aren't measuring the size of your dick, were measuring how much of a dick you are."

"Wins a win, Drewski." He winked at her and the warmth returned. 

"I hate that you do that," she said, picking at her own bottles label now. 

"What?" Steve's voice dropped. 

"Make me feel better. Steve..." She stopped, unsure she even wanted to ask. "Did you," she cleared her throat, "do you prevent guys in class from asking me out?"

“What? Nah, I mean, I might’ve talked to a guy or two, made sure they really knew what they wanted- but it’s all chill,” Steve shrugged, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. 

“Steve! It is not ‘chill’!” Drew exclaimed, turning to face him. “I’m a big girl I can tell guys yes or no on my own.”

“C’mon princess, don’t get all twisted, I was looking out for you.” Steve said, leaning towards her and Drew narrowed her eyes. 

“Not a princess.” she said pushing Steve away, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the couch.

She could feel his gaze on her again. Burning a hole into the side of her head as she sunk further into the cushions. Her favorite blanket acting as a barrier between them. 

"No," he said finally, "definitely not a princess." 

Drew looked over at him, those big blue eyes staring back at her only seemed to glow in the light of the TV. "Why?" She asked softly, "And don't give the whole just protecting me bit." 

Steve let out a groan as his head fell back against the couch. "Look okay, I may have told a few of the guys not to mess around with you. That's all." He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. But it was. She didn't need Steve to protect her or her feelings for that matter. She was an adult who could handle them all the same. 

"Why Steve?" She pushed again for an answer but was only met with those same blue eyes as they darkened. 

"Because they were saying some real fucked up shit and I didn't appreciate it and you definitely didn't deserve to be talked about that way."

She was taken aback by the way his face suddenly lost all the playfulness that was there a minute ago. His lips were drawn into a tight line and his brows furrowed. Somehow, she still didn’t understand why he wanted to protect her so badly. 

"You don't need to do that, Steve." her tone soft, speaking more to herself.

"I'm sorry, honey bee. I didn’t mean to upset you."

"You... you didn't upset me," she told him quietly. "It's just... Why do you want to protect me so much?"

"Because I like you, Drew," he told her, his face serious. "I don't want anyone to hurt you."

"I'm a big girl, Rogers, I can take care of myself, you know?" 

Steve huffed and shook his head, "Believe me, I know you can D, I just - if you had heard what those guys were saying, I couldn't - I couldn't let them near you" 

Silence fell between them for a moment as Steve moved himself forward just enough so his leg was brushing hers and his arm draped lazily around the back of the couch. His fingers played with the edge of her blanket, his eyes cast downward as Drew watched him. 

"Guard dog," Drew whispered, smiling softly and breathing out a small laugh as she shook her head, "That's what Peter called you. I didn't even notice that you'd been protecting me like that until he said it" 

"Quill's an asshole," Steve muttered, watching the fluff of the blanket run through his finger tips.

"Steve," Drew placed her hand on his knee, his blue eyes flickering back up to hers, "Thank you,"

“Shut up,” he murmured, his face closing down, but there was something in his expression that Drew couldn’t let go.

“No, really,” she pressed. “I don’t have that many people to lol out for me so…I appreciate it, Steve.”

“Bucky would do the same, or Nat,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Would they?” Drew questioned, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward slightly, invading his space more than she usually would.

“I—“ Steve paused, his gaze flitting across her face, blue eyes lingering just a moment on her mouth as she worried at her bottom lip. Steve sucked in a breath, settling back a little.

Drew furrowed her brow, trying to ignore the twist in her stomach as her roommate distanced himself again. 

“You what, Steve?” 

“I think they would,” he replied, “but they don’t live with you, D. They don’t watch you leave for a date with a douchebag and sit hoping you walk through that door unharmed, or just hoping you walk through that door at all.”

Drew stared at him for a long moment, watching his deep blue eyes flicker from her to the door. 

“You wait for me?” She asked finally. She had never really noticed but thinking back on the last few months, no matter how late she arrived Steve had always been in the same spot on the couch. 

Sometimes he said nothing, sometimes he’d ask if she slammed the door a little harder than normal. But he always found a reason to be home while she was on a date. 

“I’m hurt you never noticed,” he clutched his chest playfully.

Drew looked into Steve’s eyes and saw actual hurt there, surprising her. 

“Steve…that’s really sweet,” She said, leaning her head onto the back of the couch, forgetting Steve’s arm was there until she was resting on it. 

Drew didn’t move right away, and Steve didn’t pull away, so she stayed where she was. 

“Yeah, that’s me; the sweet one,” Steve said, rolling his eyes.

Drew’s throat suddenly felt dry. He really did wait for her. And he really did seem hurt. Were their friends right? 

“Don’t sell yourself short, kid” she quipped. 

Immediate regret when Steve guffawed. And while she mentally kicked herself for that dumb adage, he readjusted and wrapped his arm around her.

He nuzzled against the top of her head, a smile still pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks for the advice, princess.”

"Not a princess," She mumbled with a frown, causing him to laugh. 

"There's no way you like Drewski better." He grinned, pulling back enough to look down at her. 

Drew laughed. "Honestly? I do." 

Steve tossed his head back with a laugh, her favorite kind. His eyes crinkled, mouth hung open and the room filled with the sound that made butterflies in her chest explode.

"Alright, Drewski. You want another beer ?" Steve asked, getting up from the couch and taking the two empty bottles from the coffee table. 

"Actually, I need to get out of these clothes. Be right back." She threw the blanket back and got up as well.

"You need help with those ?"

She heard Steve say, a low chuckle left his throat, his voice laced with mischief. 

"Behave, Rogers." she answered, sauntering off into her room, passing by Steve, who stood in front of the kitchen island watching her walk away, swaying her hips a little more with each step.

As she shut her bedroom door behind her, Drew rested against it with a sigh. Why am I flirting with him? He's not pushing me away... maybe I should up my game a bit? 

Quickly, Drew changed out of her clothes, donning a tank top and a pair of sleep pants before returning to the living area of the apartment. There was a beer already waiting for her beside her favorite spot, which made her smile as she sat down. "Thank you, Steve."

“Gotta keep my favorite girl hydrated,” Steve chuckled, a soft blush warming his cheeks. Drew’s eyes followed where his pinking skin trailed beneath his shirt. 

“Your favorite girl, huh?” 

“I think Bucky would kill me if I said Natasha was my favorite so… y’know, had to go with my second choice.” 

Drew gasped, swatting Steve across his very broad, very firm chest and making him choke out a laugh. 

“Rude. You can be honest, Stevie. I won’t let it ruin your star football player, ladies man reputation if you wanna be soft for once. Promise.” 

Steve sighed and settled in close again, Drew’s heart rate picking up at the sheer warmth of him against her side. 

“You’ve always been my favorite, honey bee.”

She looked up at him to find him staring down at her and the breath caught in her throat under his gaze. 

play it cool Drew, don’t flip out.

“Honey bee is cute, how many girls have heard that nickname?” She attempted to recover as the blush tickled at her cheeks. 

“Only you,” he said, not looking away. 

“You’re very smooth, Rogers,” she huffed when she realized how close they were.

“All part of the charm,” Steve grinned, and Drew laughed, staring as his grin slipped into a pout. 

“Cute,” Drew scoffed, but Steve’s eyes lit up. 

“You think I’m cute?” He asked quietly, his eyes focused on her lips as she quickly licked them, biting down on her lower lip. 

Drew noticed Steve’s breathing getting deeper, heavier, and she looked up to find his gaze had darkened.

"I..." 

She hesitated. The words wouldn't come out. Yes, I think you're cute!

"C'mon, don't get shy on me now, Drewski."

Steve's voice had dropped about an octave. Goosebumps tickled to the surface of her skin. She couldn't help but giggle at what was unfolding here.

The smile that spread across his face at the sound sent warmth spreading through her body. He reached up, gently dragging his knuckles along her cheek. Tiny sparks lit up her skin as he tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. "That's my favorite sound in the world." He rasped searching her eyes before they flickered down to her lips again. 

"Steve," she whispered. 

"Tell me not to kiss you right now Drew," he said, his lips so close to hers she could feel the warmth of his breath fanning against her skin. "Tell me to back off and I will, but if you don't..." The words trailed off and she shook her head pushing away every single doubt she had about the man sitting in front of her. 

"I won't." She whispered and that's all it took for him to crash his mouth against her own.

Drew gasped into his mouth, her hand instantly moving to rest on the back of his neck as their lips moved in sync with each other. It wasn't long before she could feel him brush his tongue against her lips, asking for entrance, which she happily gave. She could taste the beer he'd been drinking along with mint from the gum he always carried on him, making her moan quietly.

She felt Steve's lips curl up at the soft sound that escaped her throat, pulling another giggle from her. Quickly pressing another kiss to her lips with a smile, he moved to trace her jaw with wet open-mouthed kisses. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered against her skin. 

Drew let her head fall back and slightly to the side as her eyes fluttered closed, "Tell me," she breathed. 

Steve shook his head, moving to press a kiss to the small freckle at the base of her throat, "Poetry class. First year." he admitted, sitting up and meeting her gaze once more. "I didn't even know what I was doing in that class, and this blonde firecracker sat next to me, and suddenly it turned into my favorite class. She could meet me sarcastic comment for sarcastic comment, and bullied me, and made me question everything, but she also taught me more than that professor did all semester and drove me so insane that I agreed to be her roommate just to be near her."

“Are you close enough now?” Drew breathed out and tangled her fingers into the hair that grew at his nape. 

“Not nearly,” he responded against her skin instantly like he had waited his whole life to be asked exactly that. 

“And now?” She asked. He leaned back never breaking away but wrapping his arm around her waist and allowing her closer as he kissed his way across her collar bone and she settled into his lap. “Steve,” she urged him for an answer. 

“It’ll never be enough,” he hummed. The fresh stubble on his jaw tickled her skin as his fingers worked beneath the fabric of her shirt and up her spine.

Drew shivered and Steve pulled her in closer, hands spreading warm and wide on her back. His lips were trailing up her neck and behind her ear, sucking gently. 

Steve pulled back and his eyes darkened as they zeroed in on the mark he left behind, his hands turning possessive on her skin, clutching her too him. 

“Steve,” Drew gasped, feeling his bulge grow between her legs. She hesitantly ground down, and Steve grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in for a rough kiss. 

“Honeybee,” Steve groaned into Drew’s mouth, holding her hips tight as she wound her arms around his neck.

Drew moaned as their teeth clicked against each other. She felt lightheaded with passion. Steve's hands continued to explore her back as his hips bucked up against hers. 

She gasped - her panties were already wet, and she was getting impatient as she felt the growing bulge in Steve's pants. 

He pulled away abruptly and she whined at the loss of contact.

"Tell me what you want, Drew," he whispered in a sultry voice. "I've been talking an awful lot."

Drew stared at him for a moment. Her heart felt like it wanted to escape her chest as his fingers traced a line up and down her spine, tickling her skin. "I-" she stopped, the words on her tongue but stuck. 

"You can tell me no," He said cupping her cheek with his free hand, curling it into her hair. "We do this at your pace." 

She shook her head, "it's not that." Drew laughed softly pressing her forehead against his. "I want to, I want you" 

Steve sighed softly, "But?" 

"but I'm scared." She admitted softly.

Steve kissed the tip of her nose as he cradled her head in his hands. “What are you scared of?” He asked softly. “I hope, not me. I never want you to be scared of me.”

"No, no it's not you I'm scared of," Drew twisted her head and placed a soft kiss to Steve's wrist as his fingers played with the hair at the back of her neck, "I'm scared of what this means, of admitting what we want here, I just - you had another girl in your room today and I just got home from a date... why did it take these things to get us here? Why couldn't we be normal people and just - "

"Be honest?" Steve finished her question, with a soft smirk.

Letting out a breath she was unaware she was holding, Drew nodded and fiddled with the silver chain that sat around Steve's neck, "I just want to make sure we know what we're doing, and not just getting caught up in the moment,"

"Drewski," Steve started catching her brown eyes with his blue ones, his expression soft and caring as his fingertips traced circles into the skin of her back, "There's a reason I'm home every night, watching Love Island with you. Why none of the girls I've brought over ever stayed, and I think there's a reason why you came to sit on the couch with me after your bad dates instead of hiding in your room like you usually do when someone pisses you off." 

Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip and she nodded slowly with a small smirk, "It's you and me. It always has been. It just took too long for either of us to realize" she said softly.

Steve smiled at her, nodding, and pressed his lips to hers gently. “You and me Drew, always.” He pulled her closer on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her chest. She could feel her heart beating under his ear, a little fast but steady. 

Drew kissed the top of Steve’s head, nuzzling her face into his hair. She realized after a moment that Steve wasn’t moving. 

“Are we…cuddling? Are you a cuddler, Rogers?” 

“Only for you, honeybee,” Steve murmured against her skin, sinking into the couch with her, pressing Drew further into his arms as he relaxed.

A warm feeling unfurled in her chest, her heart expanding with unknown but pleasant sensations coursing through her as Steve's larger body covered her own. His thick arms wrapping around her waist completely and his scent the only thing she could smell. It was the most comfort she'd felt in a long time.

Their chests rose and fell in sync as they breathed each other in. Drew didn't want to break this beautiful silence even though her mind was begging for more reassurance from him.

Steve raised his hand to brush the strand of hair out of her face at a slow pace, his calloused fingers traveling over her skin heating it in its wake. Like he was savoring every second with her, his blue eyes glittering like snow crystals on a cold winter morning. 

"Princess, we take this at whatever pace you feel comfortable with." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips warm and soft against her skin.

When he pulled back to meet her gaze she smiled tenderly, the soft thump of his heartbeat calming her nerves. 

“What’d I say about the princess, Rogers?” She breathed, a soft laugh escaping her lips at his apologetic grimace. 

“I’m ok, Steve. Really.” She paused, bringing her thumb to his lips, tracing them gently as she felt his heartbeat quicken. “I feel safe with you. I trust you.”

Steve kissed her thumb, staring into her eyes. His own heartbeat hammered in his chest as he drew her hand away so he could lean in and kiss her again. He couldn’t get enough of the sweet taste of her mouth.

His hands slid slowly down her sides, as if he were committing her curves to memory, and halted at her waist. When his fingers slipped under the hem of her tank top and tightened against her skin Drew moaned.

Crushing her chest against his, she deepened their kiss, tilting her head as their tongues entwined. Steve whimpered into her mouth when her thighs clamped around his hips and she raked her fingers through his messy blond hair.

Drew's hips started moving on their own, slowly grinding onto him as heat pooled low in her belly at the feel of his hardness underneath her most sensitive parts. 

The deliciously sinful groan that left him at the next grind of their hips together made her bite his lower lip and suck into her mouth. His hands roaming the skin of her back digging in slightly and pulling her flush against him.

"Faster, Drew." He panted into her mouth as her back bowed when his cock hit her clothed clit just right.

A desperate whimper left her lips as she increased the pace which elicited a string of deep moans and a few curses out of Steve.

"Fuck." 

Steve's hands traveled up her hips over the sheer lace of her bra, her nipples already peaked through the fabric, almost unbearably sensitive to his touch, like her body unknowingly yearned for him all this time.

Drew dropped her head to his shoulder, panting as she circled her hips. “I need to feel you…”

Steve dipped his thumbs beneath the neck of her top and into her bra, searching out her pebbled nipples and circling them in time to the movement of her hips against him.

“Honey bee,” he whispered lustily, kissing a hot trail across her jaw and down the column of her throat.

“Touch me, Steve…please…” Her voice was a breathy whisper and her hands clutched desperately to him.

Steve tilted his head back, the warmth of his hands leaving her skin as he instead tucked his thumb under her chin until he met her gaze. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Never been more sure of anything in my life, Steve. Now please fucking touch me.” 

Drew’s breath hitched on the last word as Steve moved his thumb to her bottom lip, tugging it down until her mouth naturally parted and he skimmed along the sensitive skin just inside. Eyes not leaving Steve’s, Drew flicked her tongue out over the tip of his thumb, sucking it into her mouth.

His eyes darkened and his lids were low on his cornflower eyes as she watched him trace the movement, breathing laboured and heavy. 

"Take off your pants, D." 

The low command sent a rush of heat down her spine and she scrambled to take her pajama pants off, lacking any grace as she stumbled out of them halfway across his lap while he bit his lip in amusement.

Drew settled back down straddling him, her damp pale blue panties doing little to cover her, but the way Steve's eyes narrowed in on them and his hands dug into the flesh of her ass told her she didn't need to cover herself from him.

Steve laid a trail of kisses along her neck, lowering himself slowly along her still clothed chest. Nose nudging each of her pebbled nipples, as her breath hitched in her throat. 

She lifted herself up on her elbows slightly, eyes finding Steve’s with quick breaths as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her belly where her top scrunched up. 

“Sweet talker,” Drew teased. 

“Only for you,” he winked, looking up at her. “And for the record, you're beautiful all the time. But this view is… perfect.” He mused as his hold tightened on her thigh.

Drew ran one hand down his arm, watching as goosebumps rose on his skin. “My view is pretty perfect too.”

Steve grinned before bending to kiss her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, making her gasp.

With a low chuckle, he trailed down over her abdomen, kissing, nipping, and sucking a tingling path across her skin.  When he bypassed the apex of her thighs Drew let out a needy whine. Steve raised his eyes to hers and gave a sly smile.

“You…” she growled in frustration, lifting her hips impatiently.

His large hand splayed across her stomach, pressing her down into the couch and preventing her from moving.

“Don’t tease me,” she pleaded desperately.

“But it’s such fun, honey bee,” he hummed, nipping at the sensitive skin of her thigh.

Drew huffed and Steve chuckled at her indignation, the gruffness of his laugh against her skin sending tingles straight to the depths of her belly. 

“Steeeeve,” she whined again, fingers tangling in his hair in an attempt to coax him closer to where she needed him most. 

“Okay, okay,” Steve conceded, lips curling into a devilish smirk as he sucked a bruise to her thigh and peppered the skin with soft, small kisses until his mouth landed warm and wet over the lace of her panties. 

The grip Drew had on Steve’s hair tightened and he groaned into her heat, tongue lapping lazily over the dampening fabric.

“Holy shit,” Drew moaned, her hips arching upward only to be pushed back down again by Steve. 

She lifted her head, wanting to watch him as he swirled his tongue over her clothed clit, making her mouth part in pleasure.

She needed him closer and she knew he was teasing her on purpose as he flattened his tongue and increased the pressure on her clit.

“Asshole,” she gasped in desperation, crossing her ankles across the muscular planes of his back as she tried to draw him closer.

“I know, I know,” he mocked huskily, “I’m such a jerk.” 

“Ste-“ she began but her words caught in her throat as he pulled the lace of her panties to one side and swept his tongue in a languid stripe through her bare folds.

“Oh— oh God,” Drew whimpered as Steve’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking lightly between long swirls of his tongue. 

Heat pooled in her belly, and there were big, fluttering swoops of desire in her chest. Amongst the surprising sweetness and soft side of Steve, this is what she’d been fucking missing out on too?! 

“How’re you holdin’ up, baby?” Steve’s voice, a little rough and dripping from pink, swollen lips sounded from between her legs. 

“Don’t you dare stop, Steve.” 

Steve grinned, delighted and devilish before he winked and dipped his head again with a murmured, “yes, ma’am.”

Drew gripped Steve’s hair with both hands as she began to rock back and forth. She could feel him play with her, tease and delight her with every stroke of his tongue. 

“Fuck- oh!”

Steve growled, leaving one hand on her ass while the other slowly sank two fingers into her soaking heat.

She clenched around them, the new sensation sending thrills of pleasure up her spine as he dragged them in and out of her at an agonisingly slow pace.

Her heaving breaths were almost sobs when he replaced his lips with his thumb, working her clit in time with his fingers as he began to kiss his way back up her body.

He must have paid attention to every inch of her, nudging her tank top up with his nose and pressing his soft, wet lips against her sweat-damp skin until he reached her neck.

Raising himself up and yet never slowing his pace, Steve trailed his nose along her jaw before capturing her mouth in a salacious kiss.

Each drag of his tongue against hers, each catch of his teeth across the wet skin of her lips,  felt deliberate as if Steve had worked out the perfect formula to bring Drew right to the brink. 

Her whole body was alight with it, muscles tensing and heart racing as her climax coiled tighter and tighter in her belly. She was so close, sighing and whimpering into Steve’s mouth. 

“Let go, honey bee. Wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make,” he whispered, lips trailing along the length of her jaw and catching her earlobe gently between his teeth. “Come on, gorgeous girl, I got you.”

That was all Drew needed, the release washed over her like a tidal wave as Steve worked deep inside of her. His lips found hers in a needy, deep kiss while his hand braced her arching back and supported her as she rolled through the intense pleasure. 

He groaned as her grip on his hair tightened and everything rushed to her head, forcing her eyes to flutter as the euphoria of the orgasm overtook her. Steve pulled away from her gently, teeth grazing her bottom lip as she worked to catch her breath.

“Fuck, look at you,” Steve smiled, his blue eyes alight with pleasure and desire. “Coming so good for me…”

“I…I can’t…I…Jesus…” Drew gasped, a blissful grin blooming lazily across her face.

“Take it easy,” Steve rumbled, nuzzling his nose against her cheek as his hand came up to cup the other.

His thumb swiped away the beads of sweat from the bridge of her nose and he ghosted his lips across her skin as she tried to slow her breathing and calm her heaving chest.

Drew giggled softly and she used her grip on his hair to angle his lips over her own, their deep kisses becoming soft and sweet.

“You okay?” Steve whispered between kisses. His own skin glistened with a soft pink blush of exertion and Drew wanted to spend the rest of the night covering every inch of it with kisses, tracing each freckle and football scar. 

She hummed, nodding her answer into the crook of Steve’s neck before drawing back to meet his gaze, soft and adoring.

“What now?” 

“Now,” Steve replied softly, kissing her again as if he just couldn’t help himself, “now I’m hoping you’ll agree to be my favourite and only girl.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I know I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’d be a real idiot to miss out on loving you, D.” Drew beamed, surging forward to kiss Steve again until he drew back suddenly. “Hey, you wanna come to my game next week. Wear my jersey?”

"That sounds like trouble, Steve Rogers." Drew smiled, her cheeks sore from doing it for so long. "

"It's a promise." He disagreed. 

A week later she stood in the stands, donning the jersey nervously, heart beating faster than it ever had before as Steve was crushed into the grass by a large defensemen. 

"Nice jersey," Bucky tugged on the hem as he slid into the stands behind her and kissed Nat on the cheek. 

"Just supporting a friend, Buck." Drew said without taking her eyes off the field. 

"You're late," she scolded under her breath. 

"I can't watch him play these big games, makes me sick to my stomach,"  he scowled and his strong hand squeezed Drew's shoulder in support.

“He’ll be fine,” Drew assured. Whether that was for Buck or herself, she didn’t know. She looked over at Bucky and smiled. “I’m sure of it.”

In truth, at the end of the third quarter they weren’t entirely safe and even Drew was chewing nervously at her bottom lip as she watched Steve pelt his way across the field.

She bounced on the balls of her feet and worried at the hem of her jersey.

“C’mon Steve!” She yelled every time his fingers touched the ball.

“What’s gotten into you?” Natasha hissed as the players lined up for the start of the final quarter.

“Nothing!” Drew insisted, craning her neck to catch the start of play and tuning out everything else.

God, it was close. As the minutes ticked down Drew, Bucky, and Natasha found themselves pressed against the rail at the edge of the field. They were screaming to high heaven, their arms flailing, as Steve scooped up the ball and launched it with a powerful throw towards Nick Fury, who took off with it down the field.

“Go, go, go!” Drew shrieked, which turned into squeals of victory as Fury landed the ball just before time was called. 

She found herself pulled from the mass of celebration and almost dragged over the rail as Steve wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a victorious embrace.

His hungry lips claimed hers, unbothered by their audience, and their breathing grew heavier for an entirely different reason. They were so focused on each other that neither of them noticed the smug glances shared between their friends, or the money that slipped begrudgingly into palms.

“C’mon honey bee,” Steve grinned, hoisting her over the rail. “I want the team to meet my girl.”

[sugawarassoulmate]

imagine sending nudes to loser!kuroo right before his presentation in front of the whole class and him having to hide his obvious boner

omgggg

words: 449 cw: fem!reader, sexting, embarrassment, implied oral (m receiving), semi-public, minors dni

you'd be so petty that kuroo blew you off all week for this stupid project that, just before he went up in front of the class, you told him to check his phone.

"for good luck," you said with a smile that should've set off every alarm in his head, but he's blinded by how pretty you are. you're wishing him good luck? that's so sweet of you—he really is just a fucking idiot, isn't he?

as he prepares his notes, kuroo checks his messages and almost drops everything in his hand. there were about four photos of you, each more explicit than the last, with the last one having your (his) shirt pushed up to expose your breasts and three fingers stuffed in your soaking cunt.

he looks over at you, that sweet grin still plastered on your face but your eyes tell a different story. you're so evil, but he doesn't have much time to react. kuroo grabs the rest of his materials and heads to the front.

he knows the topic he’s talking about, he’s so confident, but each time he looks at your face—those eyes, that smirk—kuroo thinks back to the photos. your perfect body, those thighs that he loves to nestle his head in between, your breasts that get to sensitive when his mouth is on them, and of course your greedy cunt.

shit.

kuroo is thankful for the much-too-small-for-him podium that he gets to stand in front of. it covers just enough of his crotch that nobody will notice the painful boner he’s sporting. but you know, of course. you've seen him like this plenty of times. that beautiful smile of yours turns smug like this is exactly what you planned all along.

he gets through the rest of the presentation, voice cracking every so often (a few giggles from the class). when it's over he shamefully covers his cock with his books. the class claps, seemingly unaware of his predicament.

"really informative," you whispered, grinning to yourself. kuroo bares through the last 10 minutes of class, trying to ignore your hand that snuck its way on his thigh. when the professor dismisses everyone, the room starts to empty out. "need help with that?"

"i have another class in 15 minutes," kuroo groans, troubled at the thought of sitting through another lecture like this.

you laugh, tugging his hand to lead him out of the room. "that's more than enough time." you take him to a secluded area of campus and get between his legs.

kuroo's so strung up right now, he doesn't care that you're about to suck him off on campus. "thank you, baby," he says on the verge of tears.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 2

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,3k

18+, minors do not interact

It was late in the afternoon, the sun setting already, reminding you that the days would be only shorter. You sat in the library, in a personal study room. The desk was full of lengthy books, your laptop plugged in as it was on for the last five hours at least. A cup of cold coffee standing sadly on the other side of the desk.

Your workaholism took the better of you. Just a few hours ago, you were ready to give up on your extra topic to the project, but now, you are back to it. What happened?

Well, after the lecture you were confused. Time was passing by quickly and you had to finish your project. On the other hand, you felt really bad for gaining an awful reputation in Professor SHinazugawa's eyes. It really bothered you. You only wanted to study more and now, the man thought that you were a lazy ass dodger. Because of that you decided to die on that hill.

Skipping dinner, you went straight to the library. In an instant you found yourself deep in your train of thoughts, trying to work as quickly as possible. You will not only finish the project, you will also include the extra topic to it, even if it means sitting in that library forever. Luckily, it was open even at night, for dumb people who leave everything for the last minute.

Night Time came upon you. It was empty at this hour in this part. No science freaks today, apart from you. Sighing, you pushed the chair back, looked at the rest of the cold coffee and decided to get a new one. Opening the door, you made your way to the coffee machine.

Suddenly, your phone rang. Picking it up, you saw that it was Anny, you good friend.

''Hey girl, what's up?'' You heard from the other side.

Looking to the sides, you confirmed to yourself that you were the only person in this place, you could talk in peace.

''Heyyy, ughhh, don't get me started.'' You sighed.

''What happened?''

''Remember that project for Shinazugawa? Well, I fucked up today, didn't get extra time and now I'm sitting in the library, trying to look better in his eyes.'' You laughed a bit at how stupid it sounded.

''Whaaaat?'' She sounded amused.

''I had a shitty talk with him today and now he thinks I'm a lazy loser. Long story short, I try to heal my broken ego by showing him that I really have something interesting to add to that stupic assignment.'' Tapping your foot on the wooden floor, you waited for your coffee. ''I don't even know if I will make it but my ego would rather fail the whole project than give it back basic... giving the turn of events.''

''Man, you kicked yourself into some real shit.'' She gave you a snicker.

''Don't you say.''

Your small chat went on for some time.

''Ann, wait, I will take off my sweater, it's hot in here.'' Doing as you said you started to undress.

It was chilly on the outside, so in the morning, you thres a comfy, baggy sweater over yourself. It hid your form nearly completely. Now, you could finally take it off, the temperature in the library was very welcoming. Under the sweater, you had a tank top that showed off a bit more of your body.

''Yeah, I'm back.'' You started again, giving yourself a few more minutes of the break.

Little did you know that you were not the only person in the library. Out of your sight were two men. One was a tall, energetic blonde from the biology classes, the other one was your very own Professor, Shinazugawa. Both of them listen to your lame rumble.

When you found your way back to the study room, Rengoku started.

''Is that the girl you talked about today?'' He asked his friend.

''Yeah, that's the idiot.'' The white haired grumbled.

''Look, she really didn't lie like you thought.'' The blonde hummed in amusement.

''Whatever.'' Shinazugawa still studied the book he was reading.

After a while of silence Rengoku started to budge his friend more.

''I would feel guilty. I don't remember when was the last time that someone wanted to do something extra for my classes out of their own will.'' He tapped his slender fingers on the desk, like nothing happened.

''What do you want me to do?'' The white haired knew there would be no end to Rengoku rambling about this, he was very passionate about his students and would likely kiss you from top to bottom if you would be his scholar.

''Give her the time.''

''No.''

''Don't be an ass, you kill creativity and passion like that.''

''She is most likely passionate about being the magical top student.'' Shinazugawa pushed his chair back, looking at Regoku. ''I can't stand 'oh Professor this, oh Professor that' shit.''

''Did she throw herself on your desk purring 'oh Professor Shinazugawa!' hm?'' The blonde didnt give up.

''... no.''

''Then?''

''It's too late anyway.'' Shinazugawa tried to defend himself, although Rengiku had a point, you just asked and he treated you poorly just because of a snicker... that was justified.

''Write her an email that you thought it through and you changed your mind. She could at least get some sleep.'' Rengoku shrugged.

''Do you have a solution ready for every student related problem?''

''No, I just have a solution ready for your stubbornness.''

The white haired man gave him a surprised look. The normally conflict-free Rengoku talking back? Whatever.

Taking out his phone, he wrote you a quick email, giving you time until Thursday. He looked at the coveres study room. There was no way to see your form from behind the milky glass that surrounded it. He imagined you sitting there in despair, trying to squeeze the last bits of energy from yourself. You must have been bent over the desk with your head in the notebook, possibly crying.

Just as he was having his devilish thoughts you actually came out. He spotted you from between the bookshelves, you still didn't see him. You were looking for yet another book. Didn't you get his email?

Stretching your hand up high to reach the top shelf you still had your phone on, talking to someone. You were standing with your side facing the Professors. Holding your phone with your shoulder, you started to jump to reach a book that was too high. Shinazugawa still looked at you. The tank top embraced you tightly and you were comfortable in it, confident in being the only person in the room. The white haired man spotted it all, he also looked for quite a time at your bouncing boobs. Suddenly, he became aware that he was thinking about your cleavage and mentally slapped himself.

It's very unprofessional and not nice to view you like that.

''I will pretend that I didn't see it.'' Rengoku whispered, Shinazugawa looked the other way.

''Wait Ann, I got to check that, don't hang up.'' You muted yourself, seeing that you got an important notification.

''Oh shit, he changed his mind.'' You went back to your chat. ''I have time until Thursday with the project.''

''Great!'' You heard Anna cheer.

''Yeah, Mr. Grumpy returns to being Mr. Sexy'' You laughed to the phone, going back into the study room, to pack your things for the night.

Not aware that your very Professor just heard you calling him what you just called him, you happily skipped to the library door, leaving the two of them alone.

Rengoku laughed a bit, looking at his friend.

''Can't control that!'' He stated, aware, that some of his students also think like that about him.

''Yeah.'' Shinazugawa grumbled.

He knew he was handsome. It was just slightly better not to be this aware of that.

SERIES MASTERLIST

[corporatefrog]

Can't stop thinking about a South Park Superhero/YouTuber AU-

Like, going to university in a Gotham style south park that is constantly being destroyed by superheroes fighting crime (and eachother)

It's definitely inspired by lifeline by 777bambi (sometimes I can still hear their voice- I can't wait to read stuff on their new blog!!)

Being a YouTuber that covers all of the superhero updates/theories/drama

You ALWAYS have something to make a video on bc it's like everyday that these idiots knock a cellphone tower over to accidentally drink a bottle of soda with the brand facing out and get sued by Pepsi

Living in an apartment building that's suspiciously calm with your neighbors Stan, Kenny, Kyle, and Cartman

Literally the building around you have irreparable property damage weekly but your building remains suspiciously intact

Not that you're complaining!

Rent is cheap and insurance premiums are high when your town is falling apart 24/7

Being in university drains most of your money so you're not moving anytime soon

Thankfully you've got the best study partner right down the hall!!

You've also got the best smoking partner down the hall so it's the best of both worlds

You haven't told your neighbors about your YouTube channel but that's just because you don't want them to make fun of you!!

(they definitely know about the channel though)

The Coon is always trying to get in a video

You always say no bc fuck that guy

He reminds you of your neighbor, Cartman, who is generally a fucking asshole

You've always been a professor chaos fan

HOW COULD YOU NOT BE?!

He's just a silly little guy!

Kenny, Kyle, Stan, and Cartman always give you shit about it

"He's literally NAMED chaos, yn"

"Not only is he a fucking loser, he couldnt even think of a good name! Like the coon!"

"the coon is a fucking loser too, Cartman"

"FUCK YOU KYLE! HUMAN KITE IS FUCKING DECIMATED BY A DESK FAN"

[the-most-sane-hp-fan]

Incorrect Quotes

just a quick little idea @mintsugarmy

---- *about to marry Lucius* Narcissa: Is this a good idea?

Andromida: Probably not.

Narcissa: Do I care?

Andromida and Bellatrix: No. but you certainly should.

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Sirius ready to kill Peter*

Remus: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!

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Harry, looking at his watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted.

Also Harry: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been assaulted, but let’s not talk about that.

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out grocery shopping Hermione: takes a free sample twice

Also Hermione: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

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Ron: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

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Filch: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Ron when he and Harry crashed into the womping willow: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Mattheo, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

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Golden trio: I don’t always go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.

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Tom Riddle: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark

Tom Riddle: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Tom Riddle: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No…

Tom Riddle: How about, I don't care for your filthy muggle holidays but here's a card anyways?

Associate:....

Tom Riddle: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Tom Riddle: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Buckbeak: Caw caw, motherfuckers.

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Fred and George: If history repeats itself, I’m so getting a dinosaur!

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James: Yo is Peter sleeping or dead?

Sirius: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Remus: Yeah, so did I.

Peter: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Professor McGonigal: Can I be frank with you guys?

Hermione: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Ron: Can I still be Ron?

Harry: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Newt and Theseus sitting in jail together

Theseus : So who should we call?

Newt: I’d call Y/n, but I feel safer in jail.

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Newt: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Theseus : You were flirting with Y/n.

Newt: So what? They're my partner.

Theseus : You asked them if they were single.

Newt:

Theseus : And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Credence: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Credence: Absolutely not.

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Jacob: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Y/n: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Jacob: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING NEWT WITH ME

Theseus , picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Snape: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

James: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Peter: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Sirius: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Remus: My moral code, is that you?

Snape:

Snape: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Tina: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Queenie: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Y/n isn’t

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Tom Riddle: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Harry Potter: I think you mean cards.

Tom Riddle, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

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[multi-writer]

Eddie Munson x Athlete! Reader

I posted this enemies to lovers blurb some hours ago and I can´t stop thinking about it so instead of working I decided to write it in bullets lol. And I wasn´t expecting my first bullet imagine to be this long (it was longer but Tumblr made me erase some parts). I was really inspired, sorry boss (I freaking love bookworm Eddie)

This is before canon so don´t worry for S4 spoilers

Requested: No

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You hate each other

That´s it

Literally despise each other to guts because he´s so idiot and not responsible and a big ass child and weird

And you´re so miss right, miss perfect, miss always-training-to-be-better, so into grades and futures

And weird

Every Thursday he would come out of school at night after playing D&D and you would see him because you just finished some late training

Mess each other for a bit

“What´s up Miss sweats?”

“Shut it Mr. grade failure”

Even in recess you´d love to throw him a box of milk when he´s on a table giving a loser speech. Just to see him mad

In classes he´s a pain in the ass

“Hey, pass me question 3”

“Fuck off”

“Professor! She´s copying from my exam!”

“I DO NOT”

“Quiet you two!”

Even every teacher knows about your feelings toward the other

Hell, everybody knows this

Anyway

On Monday you were walking back from some training and as always you decided to go pass the bookstore and check new releases.

Surprise! There’s an announcement in the bookstore announcing they will have the LOTR special edition

And that’s weird because nobody pays attention to the small town of Hawkins

It´s a special edition. Limited copies.

Not only that, it´s about your favorite high fantasy book.

Heck, scratch that. Your favorite book of all time.

You. Need. To. Get. It.

But there’s a problem. A big one.

The release date is on the next Thursday. And guess who has late training? Yes. Miss-bad-luck you

There´s two options, cancel training or train earlier and hope you get a copy

…

Nah, cancel it. A special edition is worth it.

The week before release day you´re so anxious people wonder if you´re into drugs

If everybody notices your anxiety so does Eddie

“Something wrong miss great? Need something to calm you down?”

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up for once you´ll play your dragon game in the hospital”

Rude.

But what you didn´t know is that Eddie was in the same place, he is also a LOTR fan, he has all the books besides The Hobbit ones. If he could live in a fantasy place, would be in those books.

So. He. Also. Needs. It.

Both of you are in the same situation and didn´t even notice

Eddie has been planning how to tell the guys that D&D was canceled that day

They won´t like it. But again, they didn´t know about their leader´s love for books.

If he doesn’t get that book he would unsubscribe from LifE

Obviously the guys complained about it but Eddie convince them to have a free day to rest their brave souls for the next battle

He knows how to convince people.

Thursday morning passed way slower than ever

the last bell ran so fast you felt your legs give up.

Oh no.

The line is so long you bet all your money you won´t get a copy, until an angel sent from heaven save you.

“I didn´t know you like those books”

“I didn´t know you knew how to read”

Eddie Munson was there, almost in front of the line. Of course he would skip classes

“Well, guess Wonder Woman was slow this time and won´t get a copy”

Not gonna lie, that hurt like hell, you do wanted a copy but now its almost impossible and his words hit a nerve.

Eddie wasn´t a fool, he saw the way your face fell and your body seemed like it carried the weight of the world and god bless his pretty heart

“you know… just… get in front of me…”

Eddie couldn’t look the way your face lighted and your smile got big because he was looking at the other way to hide his blush.

The bookstore would open in 2 more hours so instead of being quiet and awkward you decided to ask him about other books.

And he answered so nice he would tell you everything and make you laugh

Two hours of books recommendations until the bookstore opened its doors and you two managed to get each one a copy.

All thanks to Eddie swore-enemy Munson

You both said goodbye not before thanking him for letting you in the line.

Something changed between you. You were nicer to each other making the whole school confused.

One day in recess he came to your table just to pull something from his bag.

A book.

His favorite copy of “Farenheit 451” with notes on the corners of the pages.

Your heart was beating so fast you swore he could hear it.

The next day you gave him your favorite and secret copy of “To kill a mockingbird”

On Friday he waited for you to talk about the book you lent him and gosh you have a crush on Eddie now

And he has a crush on you now.

You two would go to the park every Friday and talk about books for some weeks until he lent you a book with a note inside it asking if he could court you as if you two were in 1800.

Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy who?

Nah

You and Eddie Munson

[bteezxyewriter12]

New Fic Alert

Just the Way You Are

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Includes- Angst, Fluff, Smut, Non-Idol AU, Nerd Seonghwa- specifics will be in each chapter

Summary- In which Hongjoong asks Seonghwa to eat out his best friend as a favor to her. He agrees expecting it to be only once but he didn't know he'd like it so much

Release Date- December 29, then every Thursday

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Teaser

Edited to be shorter

"So ask Seonghwa to eat you out", he shrugs

I sit up and stare at him

"Seonghwa? As in your roommate?"

He rolls his eyes, "Do you know another Seonghwa?"

I glare at him, "Shut up"

He sighs dramatically, "Yes my roommate Seonghwa"

"But he's a total dork!"

Park, Seonghwa is a lit professor at my college

Don't ask me how he got the job as a professor at 25 bevause I don't know

Joong and I are 25 too

Joong has a good gig going with his heavy metal band

They're popular and constantly have shows

Me on the other hand, I'm still in school and I still have no idea what I want to do

So Seonghwa is the only one out of us three that has his life out together

But he is so nerdy and dorky

He constantly wears button downs, slacks, fancy shoes, sometimes ties, sometimes sweater vests

His black hair always parted at the side

No variation

And he always wears glasses

Some pairs are dorky, some are nice but the whole outfit screams dork, nerd, geek... loser

He can be attractive but he's so.... boring

"Seonghwa!", he yells

"Joong, you jerk!", I gape

"Hey, I'm getting you laid remember....well sort of", he says then continues to scream for Seonghwa

"He's in the shower you idiot"

He was when I got here

"No he's not. He's out. Water's not running"

"C'mon Seonghwa! Come here!"

"What?", a voice that sounds nothing like Seonghwa growls

Raising my eyes to the hallway, Seonghwa steps into the living room, glaring at Hongjoong

And holy fuck

He's smoking hot

It's just the wet hair slicked back off his forehead, the black Tshirt, the black sweatpants...these clothes I've never seen him in before...hot damn

His eyes find mine and his whole demeanor changes to the dorky shy man I know

"Oh hi Jo. I didn't know you were here"

"Uh yeah", I say, not able to tear my gaze from him

"So Jo had a problem", Hongjoong starts

That gets my attention

"Shut the fuck up Joong", I warn, lowly

"Uh ok", Seonghwa says

"That you can help"

"I will fucking murder you", I threaten

"How?", Seonghwa asks

"By eating her out"

"Hongjoong!", I shriek

"I uh don't understand", Seonghwa says, his face red

"Easy. She's horny. Hasn't been laid in like two months"

I smack his arm, ready to gauge his eyes out

He scoffs at me then returns his attention to Seonghwa

"You are good at eating cunt. She needs to cum. Therefore you eating her out will help her"

"Oh my fucking god", I moan, mortified

I swear I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole

I'd gladly jump in

"Ok", Seonghwa says, my mouth dropping to the floor

[olderthannetfic]

Sorry if this is just an annoying rant, but antis are at it again.

For fucks sake. Kids.

Reimob or Mobrei literally isn't even that far-fetched as an idea, Bones literally released a bloody HEART-SHAPED pendant for the two characters in question. Literally last month or something.

It's not even that far-fetched by the importance the narrative itself places on these two characters' relationship. Sure, it's all platonic in the text and arguably also in the subtext, but since when has that EVER stopped a shipper? The USPS/FedEx/UPS should have no problem finding workers because professional shippers ship things even come hell fire or high waters. I hear Evergreen is looking for workers too LOL

Literally no one gives a fuck if it is a "student-teacher*" relationship, usually the adult rejects the younger's advances until he is an adult anyway, in the "more sensible" works at least. (In the not-so-sensible works they just straight up fuck nasty. As it goes in porn. Duh.)

It is all fiction anyway.

And wait till you see the people ship Shimazaki and Teru, aka ship the adult with the kid that he BEAT UP GLEEFULLY.

All of it is fiction.

And now you clowns act as if it was the greatest betrayal that a popular fandom artist had a hidden reimob account. You are offended that someone didn't want to get yelled at by idiots like you? Calling them a coward for what? Not wanting to receive death threats on the daily?

Don't you all have REAL problems to be up in arms about? Like, the increasing right wing power due to your idiotic parents and other relatives watching nothing but Fox News all day? Getting to better therapists to be able to survive without your already abusive parents still alive? To be able to find SOME job that you might be able to keep even with your disabilities (because WHAT pray tell, is your alternative? Dying because your parents abused you too much? What are you, a loser?) and that might reasonably hold you over the water?

No, your biggest problem is the fictional forbidden relationship between fictional people who aren't even real. Also the original story was set in 2012, so the younger dude is now at least 26, which is older than most of you little shits anyway.

The younger dude can now rent a bloody CAR at reduced insurance to go fuck is ex-teacher.

*) he isn't even his real school teacher or anything. He's like. His boss at work who teaches him... SOMETHING. The kid could smack him into the wall for getting only 300 yen per hour, but he doesn't. He only walks out on him and effectively strikes when the boss is being overly mean and saying things that are truly uncalled for.

Heck, even in REAL LIFE UNIVERSITY you sometimes have trouble getting your degree if you resist a professor trying to get overly handsy with you. Now THAT'S a REAL PROBLEM to be had.

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[vminizzle]

SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 4 : back to normal?

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?

warnings : none :) mention of : bruises?

words count : 1.3k

A/N :hi hi guys i hope you doing well. Here’s the 4th part of this series. I’m trying to post 2 parts today! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH.

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED

SERIES MASTERLIST

MIN'S RESIDENCE

"you sure you ready to go back?" Yoongi asked hesitantly as you nod confidently.

"i mean, if you're not ready it's totally fine, don't rush yourself. If you don't f-"

"Yoongi." you whined pulling on his arm.

"i've been telling you that I'm fine and ready to go back to uni. It's been a week now.. i won't be alone! I have Momo-"

"and that's what worry me the most.” he joked making you punched him on his shoulder.

“fuck! it hurts idiot!" you laughed before continuing on trying to persuade your brother.

"I was saying.. ah yea I'm not alone, and i'm fine don't worry."

Yoongi finally sighed defeated.

“fine. but! if you feel bad at any moment let me know and I'll come pick you up, huh?"

"i can go back home alone Yoongi." you whined "i'm not a kid anymore.”

"i know you're not a kid, y/n, but i want you to be safe." he said seriously.

"I won't be able to bear it if something happen to you again.. you're my sister, my family. You mean a lot to me.” he looked into your eyes.

"ew you're so soft." you pinched his cheek.

“ugh i was sure you'd make fun of me but i don't give a fuck. I mean it." he said frustrated making you laughed loudly.

"you mean a lot to me too. you're my brother and you're all i have. I love you. thank you for everything." you hugged him tightly making him smile softly.

"ok enough, take off your dirty hands off of me." he pushed you away making you glared at him.

—

"bye see you later idiot." you waved at Yoongi. This one was sat on the couch with his laptop as you grabbed your bag.

“don't want me to drop you off?" he put his laptop on the coffee table before looking at you.

"don't worry, Momo is waiting outside."

"ok, be careful then. and don't forget, text me if you need anything." you nodded as he watched you leave the house.

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                                CAMPUS

"i'm so happy you're back, we missed you so much." Sana hugged you tightly as you entered the amphitheater.

You sat with your friends at the back of the room as usual waiting for the professor to arrive.

Groups of students were blabbing loudly, others were sitting alone just waiting for the course to start, and some were resting their heads on the table reading to fall asleep again.

You noticed the professor entering the room, so you grabbed your notebook.

"did i miss a lot of stuff last week?" you asked Momo as she shook her head no.

“I'll e-mail you my notes tonight, don't worry. You can look on my papers for now if you want.” you smiled thanking her.

"good morning everyone!" the professor greeted as the students greeted back.

You listened to your course until you felt your phone vibrate into your back pocket.

yoongi : you good?

y/n : yes yes don't worry.

yoongi : i'm not worried.

y/n : bitch!

yoongi : anyway, i'm eating with my friends tonight.

y/n : ok.

yoongi : i just wanted to tell you, they're coming over.

y/n : home??

yoongi : yea. is it okay for you?

y/n : yea dw

yoongi : i'll tell them not to bother you don't worry.

y/n : i'll stay in my bedroom.

yoongi : u don't have to. stay where you want, it's your house too.

You smiled at his message.

y/n : ty.

yoongi : no prob see u later loser.

y/n : see u later idiot.

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MIN'S RESIDENCE

"how was your day?" Yoongi jumped on you as soon as you entered the house.

"fine." you mumbled into his embrace. "yours?"

"fine too." he replied.

“my friends are coming soon." he informed making you nod.

“i'm gonna take a shower." you told him before going upstairs.

—

"y/n!" Yoongi shouted out your name.

You jumped out of your bed as you went downstairs gulping as you noticed the little group of guys sitting in the living room.

You’ve already seen them a few times but you didn’t know them really well. Yoongi never introduced you to them, even after all these years.

You approached where your brother was sitting.

"hi." you shyly said to the boys.

"Hi!" the cutest boy stood up from his seat rushing to you, bowing as he took your hand in his surprising you.

"I'm Jimin, Park Jimin." he introduced himself kissing the back of your hand softly.

"nice to meet you Jimin. I'm-"

"y/n! I know, Yoongi told me about you." he smiled widely. He was just so adorable.

"yaaa! enough, let go of my sister's hand.” he slapped Jimin's hand away, making the boys chuckled.

He was a really overprotective brother so he’s always been hesitant of introducing you to his friends. Not that he didn’t trust them or anything, but he felt like he had to keep you away.

Yoongi sighed before finally introducing you to his friends briefly.

"Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook."

You bowed to them with a little smile.

"we eating pizza, come eat. This one’s for you."

Yoongi said making room for you to seat next to him, but you shook your head, taking the smaller box.

“I'll eat in my bedroom, i need to download some documents Momo sent to me.”

Yoongi just hummed.

"eat well." he watched as you walked to the stairs.

"eat well, Miss y/n.” Jimin said smiling to you making you smiled back.

Yoongi slapped the back of his head making the poor boy whined.

"enjoy your evening." you smiled to the boys.

Jungkook avoided eye contact as you looked toward him.

was he shy? you shrugged it off, going to your room.

Sitting on your bed, you smiled as you think about that "Park Jimin guy".

He was really something. He seemed really nice.

Hoseok seemed nice too even if he didn't talk much but his smile was enough to show his kindness.

But that Jungkook was really mysterious.. he seemed to be the youngest between them.

"oh no.." you stopped eating.

"did Yoongi tell them about what happened to you?" tears started forming into your eyes.

"he was probably embarrassed because of me.” you thought, a tear sliding down your cheek.

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"your sister is so cute." Jimin said before taking a bite of the pizza's slice.

Yoongi glared at him drinking his soda.

“what? i didn't say anything bad. just as cute as her brother." he teased making Yoongi throw his sandal on the boy, this one avoiding it successfully.

"i feel bad." he suddenly said making the boys look at him confused.

"i've noticed the bruises on her thighs..and arms." he sighed.

"why are you even looking at my sister's thighs?" Yoongi stared at Jimin.

"sorry.. it was just.. the bruises were so dark. It seemed painful." he lowered his head down.

Yoongi sighed as he looked at how his friend felt genuinely sad.

"she said she's fine." Yoongi whispered.

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"oh no, now I'm sure..he saw the bruises." you gasped as you looked at your body, more tears escaping from your eyes.

"he probably was embarrassed to look at me." you muttered wiping your tears away.

You decided to not think about it much as you finished eating and study the notes Momo sent you before sleeping to forget everything.

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"wait a minute guys." Yoongi stood up making his friends looked at him curiously.

“I'm gonna check on her." he said making them nod.

"tell her i said good night" Jimin said softly making Yoongi roll his eyes.

"yea yea whatever.”

Yoongi knocked on your door.

"y/n? it's me. can I come in?" he asked waiting for you to answer.

He noticed that the light was off so he pushed the door a little more open and peeked inside the room.

He saw you, sleeping peacefully as he approached you.

He picked up the pizza's box and drink from the floor before kissing your cheek. “sleep well sis."

Walking out the room, he stopped midway.

"Jimin said good night." he whispered smiling.

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TAGLIST : @shescharlie @heyjiminnie @starstruckfangirls @bxcndd @0funsite0 @boredban @kungsoonie @bluekim2130

[blazewatergem]

Gods above. Hit after hit today :’)

First, got a worksheet done in my class that quite bluntly makes me feel like a fucking idiot. Like professor, with due respect, I barely know what I’ll be doing tomorrow. Please don’t ask what classes I’m planning to take in 2028.

So, already feeling like a directionless loser. THEN I get caught up on the fact that not one - but TWO YouTubers I follow are horrible people! Which, I wasn’t even all that attached, but I used their personas as OC inspiration. For multiple stories!!

So now I’m feeling like a fool for falling for that, horrible because I know my brain won’t let go of those designs, and worried my stories are now “spoiled goods” because of my mistake of who I used as OC inspiration. That’s not even getting into how I feel like all the writing I’ve been doing lately has just. Not been working. Can I even call myself a writer anymore? I don’t even know.

On top of all that - migraine. Fuck. I can’t even focus on keeping my train of thought on the tracks, let alone working out what I should do.

I took Tylenol for that, though. And I’m gonna play some Genshin Inpact/Star Rail tonight. Mum and I even ordered pizza.

One step at a time is what I keep repeating. Just…fucking shit. Brain is not being nice today. Neither is the universe.

I’ll deal with that later I guess. For now, video game night and pizza 🍕

[thephantomcasebook]

Twitter is much worse than Tumblr though. HOTD fandom on Twitter is literally the worst thing ever.

You're right ...

Though, to be fair, a lot of the twitter discourse is majority bots.

I noticed that there is an inordinate amount of bot accounts - probably bought by HOTD - and most of them are paid out to support Rhaenyra and Team Black.

If someone just posts a picture of Rhaenyra than it gets absolutely ridiculous interaction numbers. And if you're pro-Green you get absolutely swarmed by negative interactions.

Tumblr is where the real psychos are, cause, the only bots here are the porn bots. The psychosis among the Blackcels on Tumblr - and Reddit - is pure and undistilled.

I once had a pack of absolute nut jobs go after the blog all day, because, they were so mad, because, I answered an ask and said that I hope Jaehaera doesn't die and was married to Aegon III in canon for decades.

This absolute fucking loser then tried to prove me wrong by literally fucking up Google searches to prove that "Daeron Velaryon" was always a part of canon ... when he wasn't.

Get this, the professor came at me with the updated version of "A World of Ice and Fire" from 2019 saying that his character was introduced in 2014. Which he was ... but he wasn't father-in-law to Aegon III. All The dipshit had to do was look up the wiki he sighted and see that the page said "Last Updated June 2019" - Fucking Moron.

Then, the clown claimed that all the "Dance of the Dragons" serials on the "Game of Thrones" blu-rays were released in 2018 ... cause, I shit you not, someone put together an hour long complication of all of them on Youtube ... in 2018. Then, the absolute fucking idiot, googled Harry Lloyd and Mark Addy - who did the prospective narration for "The Dance of the Dragons" in the Season 2 Blu-Rays ... then boldly claimed to everyone that the original draft of the Dance of the Dragons - before "Princess and the Queen" didn't exist cause all he found on their IMDB was "A History of House Targaryen" ...

THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS IS PART OF THE HISTORY OF HOUSE TARGARYEN, DIPSHIT!!

The dude literally staked out my blog, on the day that my dad was dying, just so when I woke up they could fuck up research so badly that they ran away with their tails between their legs and blocked me cause I clowned on them so hard.

I'm telling you Nonny, the real psychos are on Tumblr.

[thesakuragarnet]

Music Keeps Us Alive: College Band AU

Summary: Three bands rule UA University's campus: Bakusquad, Dekusquad, and League of Villains. In a college town where music is the lifeblood, these three bands struggle to shine the brightest against the crowd. However, in addition to expressing themselves through song, each band member is just simply trying to graduate and find themselves throughout their lives at UA University.

Disclaimers: So far, I own none of the songs/lyrics in this story! All rights go to their respective owners! This fic has also been discontinued until further notice and by that I mean the first four chapters are on AO3, but I'm not sure how I'm going to connect my plotlines for this. So it'll come whenever it finally gets ready.

THIS FIC IS 18+ FOR THEMES AND CONTENT

Tags: Dabi-centric fic, implied s3xual content, angst, implied/referenced cheating, swearing, alternate universe- rock band/college/university, Bakusquad, Dekusquad, league of villains as family/a band, found family, multiple ships/rarepairs, underage drinking, drinking, implied/referenced substance use, age changes for this AU, mental health issues, FTM Dabi, mild v!olence

Word Count (for this first chapter): 1,096 words

AO3 link

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Chapter 1: BreakUp & Intro

“GET OUT!” Dabi screams, shoving Hawks toward the door of his apartment. Hawks promptly turns around and grabs his boyfriend by the wrists, keeping him from pushing him. 

“C’mon Dabs. Lemme explain!” Hawks shouts back in an almost nonchalant manner, as if Dabi’s simply overreacting. 

“EXPLAIN WHAT, MOTHERFUCKER? EXPLAIN HOW YOU WEREN’T CHEATING ON ME WHEN I CAUGHT YOU FUCKING PROFESSOR KAYAMA?!” Dabi growls, trying to hold back tears as he attempts to wrestle free from the jock’s grip. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about man,” Hawks scoffs. Dabi activates his Quirk, making Hawks cry out and release him. Dabi angrily tears his phone out of his pocket and pulls up the video footage. 

“I CAUGHT YOU SNEAKING HER IN ON THE FUCKING RING DOORBELL IDIOT! DID YOU FORGET I HAVE A CAMERA, OR DID YOU WANT ME TO FIND OUT THIS WAY THAT YOU’RE FUCKING OUR CHEMISTRY TEACHER?!” Dabi snarls, “THIS IS MY APARTMENT! I’M GONNA HAVE TO GET A WHOLE NEW BED! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU?!” 

“Pfft. And what exactly have you done for me, Toya?” Hawks snaps, and Dabi grits his teeth. 

“I told you, that’s not my name anymore,” The scarred man seethes, balling his hands up into fists. “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

“It means. All you do is sit in your room, study, and write music. We don’t go to bars anymore. We never go on dates anymore. You won’t come with me to my fraternity’s parties. You refuse to do anything but fucking stay holed up like some loser,” Hawks says coldly, staring him dead in the face. 

“I told you . I’m going through a rough time right now. Music helps me calm down and feel better. You used to like my music-” Dabi starts, trying to remain calm, but Hawks rudely cuts him off. 

“Yeah, yeah. Your mom died last year and you’ve still got daddy issues, boohoo. My folks have been absent for years. You’ll get over it.” 

Dabi can feel his heart shattering. Ever since Hawks started making more friends and joining new crowds, he’d become a totally different person. They were high school sweethearts, going into their third year of dating and their junior year of college. They’d been living together for a whole year, though it was Dabi’s name on the lease. He just let Hawks continuously crash there. But…as the years went by…he realized that Hawks was no longer the person he fell in love with. He wanted so desperately for it to not be true, but his words just confirmed it. Dabi storms off, running straight into the bedroom. He grabs Hawks’ duffel bag, which reeks of weed, and tears it open before harshly pulling open drawers in the dresser. Dabi throws Hawks belongings into the bag and storms back into the living room before shoving the bag into his hands. 

“Get. The fuck. Out of here,” Dabi says through gritted teeth, feeling tears well up in his eyes. Hawks laughs in his face. 

“Seriously? That’s it? Toya, we’ve been through too mu-”

“THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING NAME AND I WANT YOU OUT OF MY FUCKING APARTMENT! NOW! GET THE HELL OUT AND DON’T COME BACK! WE’RE DONE! THIS ‘LOSER’ IS DUMPING YOUR SORRY ASS! GO LIVE IN YOUR STUPID FRAT HOUSE WITH ALL YOUR STUPID FRIENDS WHO ARE BETTER THAN ME!” Dabi screams, igniting his hands, threatening to get violent. Hawks’ eyes narrow and he puffs his chest out. 

“Fine. I don’t need you anyway,” He snorts, rolling his eyes as he walks out of the front door and slams it behind him. Dabi sinks to the ground in the middle of the living room and completely loses it, crying his heart out and ruining his eyeliner. 

“FUCK!!!!!!!” He screams until his throat hurts, not caring if he gets a noise complaint. He feels like his heart was just ripped out of his chest. In truth, his friends warned him that this would happen. 

…

They’d formed a band freshman year, after Dabi (then, Toya) met them at orientation. Dabi is majoring in biology and is set on becoming a veterinarian, which his father rather frowned upon. Nonetheless, his new friends were eager to support him. Twice (third-year theatre major) is the lead vocalist, Tomura (third-year computer science major) plays the bass, Spinner (third-year exercise and sport science major) is the drummer, and Compress (third-year history major) plays the keyboard. Dabi writes the songs, plays his electric guitar, and sings backup (or provides screams whenever needed for their harder songs). Last year, they’d welcomed a freshman (now-sophomore)  into their band; a girl named Himiko Toga (theatre major) who had a siren-like voice and an astounding vocal range. She and Twice were the headlining vocalists of their band: League of Villains. 

This year, Dabi’s younger brother, Shoto (first-year biological engineering major), also formed a band with his friends. Shoto was two years younger than Dabi but was far more gifted in their father’s eyes. Shoto was the favorite. Dabi didn’t resent him for it; in fact, Shoto loathed their father as much as Dabi did. Like his older brother, Shoto was the guitarist and co-lyricist for his friends’ band: Dekusquad, named after the lead vocalist’s stage name: Deku (first-year mechanical engineering major). The other co-lyricist was a girl named Tsuyu Asui (first-year ecology major), who also played the keyboard in the band. Their bassist and backup vocalist was Ochaco Uraraka (first-year astrophysics major), and their drummer was named Tenya Ida (first-year accounting major). However, Shoto’s band had a prominent rival on UA University Campus: Bakusquad. 

Bakusquad was an up-and-coming alternative group of freshmen with a lead vocalist whose range was almost as glorious as Toga’s. Mina Ashido (first-year dance major) had the timbre of Rihanna and the tenacity of P!nk. Mina and their drummer, Katsuki Bakugo (first-year chemistry major), wrote the lyrics for their songs. The drummer’s boyfriend, Ejiro Kirishima (first-year exercise and sport science major), played the bass, while their other best friends, Denki Kaminari (first-year electrical engineering major) and Hanta Sero (first-year graphic design major), played the keyboard and guitar respectively. 

The music scene of Musutafu was always a key part of the culture, and UA University often brought some big names in music to light. Music was a way for the students to express themselves; it was a way to relieve stress and dish out emotions whether they be love, hate, anger, happiness, despair, or frustration. Music keeps the students of UA University alive.

[gaykarstaagforever]

My YouTube Rewind Top 10 for 2022, based generally on time "viewed" (Starting 7 months ago, I drive for a living now, so "Can I just listen to it?" is weighted very heavily here).

(Also I am 40 so this is a very Dad Content list. Which is weird because I am not a dad and do not follow the sportsball. But Dadness still infiltrated things a bit. There are no golf or sportstalk channels, don't worry. Not yet, anyway.)

1. The Weekly Planet -- Generalist nerd media podcast out of Melbourne, Australia. Hands down the only good podcast on the entire Internet. Their Best Of compilations from years past are required listening and relistening. Also they do a short weekly show about movies and TV shows called Caravan of Garbage that is the bar by which all others are judged, and always come up short.

2. DankPods -- Sydney, Australian, retro mp3 player channel that has now expanded into general audio hardware reviews. But oh, so much more is going on here. This guy is one of the funniest, most energetic creators on the platform. Even if you don't care about anything he is interested in, you will love watching him talk (and scream) about it. Co-starring Frank the Snake. He also has two side channels about fixing up trashed Australian cars and drumming (he is a drummer by trade) that are just as good.

3. That Chapter -- True crime with a sense of humor, that is only occasionally mean-spirited. But even in those cases it is usually in the service of bad Dad Jokes so that's okay. He always tries to include actual 911 calls and trial footage, 20+ minutes, here is what happened, in a straightforward way that respects your intelligence. None of that "creating a narrative" horseshit that make true crime podcasts by actual journalists un-fucking-bearable 10 hour slogs that pretend they are saying something profound about the universe by the end. They're not. Stop paying 8 people to produce these; maybe then you wouldn't have to shill for whatever criminally-overpriced nonsense Peloton just invented. True crime podcasts suck, That Chapter is why.

4. Morbid Midnight -- He covers what I can only call "disasters," some true crime, others extreme sports accidents, also plenty of generally horrendous historical events. Lots of stories about people being blown off of mountain sides or getting trapped in caves. His subdued delivery of dark content is like what Chills pulled off, back before it became a meme and a parody of itself. I don't know why I like hearing about adventurous people dying horribly. Probably because I can then feel smug about how I wasn't so stupid as to dive into a cave like a big stupid idiot, you idiots. You shouldn't have been doing that. You should just get drunk and watch YouTube like me. See? They're the losers, not me.

5. Professor of Rock -- Oh god, the Dad. This is a daily upload channel in which Adam Reader, the Professor of Rock, talks about Dad Rock, and how great Dad Rock is, and how modern not-Dad Rock sucks. Tons of classic rock trivia, and also snippets of long-form interviews with the artists who made this stuff. This is the channel you are forced to admit is good and you like while simultaneously being embarrassed about how old that makes you look. But that's not Adam's fault. Seriously, a good channel for music nerds.

6. Cathode Ray Dude [CRD] -- He started doing short-form videos about the old camcorders he collected. He now does long videos about fascinating and obscure cul de sacs in tech history, routinely with live demonstrations of said tech. And yes, he almost always ends up explaining how this wonky failed media format can actually be a metaphor for our sad, short little lives. Which would be forced journo bullshit. Except it always ends up forcing me to respect the legions of unsung engineers and desperate marketing executives who had a hand in creating our modern technocratic world, even if only by failing spectacularly. These goofy creations really are artifacts of entire little worlds, many of them long-dead and forgotten. It is as sad and funny as it is fascinating.

7. Snipe and Wib -- A Warhammer 40,000 channel, but HOLD ON, this is one of the good ones! They do a show called Codex Compliant that goes through the published history of Warhammer lore from Rogue Trader in the mid-1980s to now. They love 'grimdark' and Space Marines as much as they understand that all of it was created as a cheeky English parody of melodramatic, misogynistic total-war fantasy worlds. I always thought Warhammer 40K was a boring expensive thing for the grossest WASP nerd boys before I watched Snipe and Wib. Now I know that Warhammer 40K is a boring expensive thing for EVERYONE. I'm not buying and painting miniatures or arguing over protractors yet, but I kind of want to because of Snipe and Wib. I at least get it now. It is a lot to manage, but a lot of it is pretty cool.

8. Imbrandonfarris -- Like I have to explain who Brandon Farris is. He is a charismatic guy who hurts himself and destroys his own apartment to entertain the world's children. And he doesn't say swears so they're allowed to watch it. And BOY, do they watch it! This is content for 8 year olds. But goddamn it if it isn't really, really GOOD content for 8 year olds, the kind the rest of the family can enjoy, too. Brandon is charming as hell, his story is heartwarming, his family is adorable, and you don't even resent him for recently buying a palatial estate in which he can spray foam on everything. This is a guy who exists to do the stupid shit the rest of us wish we could do, and he kills himself doing it, and the world has rightly responded by rewarding him for it. Good on you, Brandon. Also it is just really funny to watch a man destroy a bedroom with an exploding pumpkin filled with glitter and then fall down.

9. Warlockracy -- Russian-based gaming channel that mostly posts long-form analyses of PC RPGs, especially those in the isometric family of the original Fallout games. These games maintain a huge cultural influence on gamers in Russia and Eastern Europe, and being one of those, Warlockracy uses his platform to give the rest of us an insider's perspective of that world. Seriously, if you want to understand modern Russia, and even the war in Ukraine, Warlockracy casually explains complex aspects of both of these, via the easily-grasped context of games like STALKER and Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines. I believe he is still in Russia, so I don't know how he pulls off this kind of commentary at this point and hasn't gotten in trouble yet. But he keeps doing it, and with an easy sense of humor that I cannot comprehend, having to live under those circumstances. I wish him the best, and hope to enjoy his content as long as it lasts.

10. Thew Adams -- Thew reviews Transformers. But that...that doesn't begin to cover it. Threw Adams is a ray of sunshine on YouTube, and everyone needs to watch his videos. Don't care about Transformers? Doesn't matter. Seriously. It DOESN'T MATTER. You will like Threw. You will never see a more delightful person. And no matter your gender or sexuality, if you don't want to kinda kiss him on the mouth, you're not human. Thew makes everything fun, especially when he doesn't like something. Thew Adams is the bit of chocolate you let yourself have every day because no, you don't NEED IT, but it makes you happy, goddammit. Watch Thew. Thew is good.

Honorable Mentions (in that, these are consistently good channels I have liked for years, even if their specific content every year might not be perpetually notable):

Jenny Nicholson

Ashens

LGR

Techmoan

PeanutButterGamer / Peebs

Scott the Woz

Your Dinosaurs are Wrong

Secret Galaxy (formerly Toy Galaxy)

Drew Gooden

Pyrocynical