#my first bf made me cry on the phone & told me i was too quiet & his family was mean to me

[tortoisebore]

sirius’s never been w anyone besides remus?

not in a boyfriend way! remus is his first (and (spoilers⚠️) will be his only) bf!

adding on: i imagine he’d have quite a fun exploratory phase at the very end of high school and the beginning of college since he wasn’t able to openly explore his sexuality until leaving his parents’ house. life gets busy the closer you get to graduation so that probably slowed down around his junior year, and i think he’d probably have a couple other experiences sort of like ben around then—he’d see someone for a little while, it wouldn’t really go anywhere, and he’d end it after it stopped being fun or when the other person wanted something more serious

can u imagine ur first bf being someone as sincere and kind and sweet and patient (and hot) as remus!:?:?:? sirius is living all of our dreams fr

[enhyupn]

enhypen as characters inspired by animes ᯤ 

tagging @youreverydayzebra @ncityy04 @rheyom

ot7!enhypen x gn!reader, fluff, warnings: mentions of (jokingly) dying, swear words, reader’s in a maid outfit in jay’s one but no mentions of a certain gender, word count: 3.3k

a/n most of these aren’t the same as the animes mentioned but instead just inspired or loosely inspired by the plot! also some of these aren’t the same in word count and i apologise for that ]:

∷ heeseung — orange

heeseung as the new kid at school and he’s so pretty that everyone just. Stops in place and just stares at him as he introduces himself

funnily enough you already saw this coming, realising this was the same heeseung the letter you received that morning told you about

what was funnier was the fact that letter was coming from the future you

you didn’t believe it Then because like... it kinda sounds too stupid to be true

but then BOOM there heeseung is

your teacher makes him sit beside you and you’re just trying to wrap your head around how crazy all of this is

your letter even told you that he was going to sit beside you, why was all of this coming true????

you didn’t read on because you were in a rush to get to school but maybe if that letter warned you about how pretty he was, you wouldn’t of been that flustered when he started talking to you

“hey i’m heeseung!” “ummm yeah, i’m y/n... yeah”

when school ends you RACE home to get to that letter again

rest of heeseung + of the members under the cut!

your future self was gonna have a lot of explaining to do...

turns out the future you Let this same heeseung walk out of your life so now you have to fix this

“dear past me, i can’t believe i was this stupid to let him leave my life like this— how stupid am i??”

now you make it your mission to keep your barely started relationship not go rocky

and oh boy would that be a challenge for the years to come

not because heeseung’s a terrible bf, future you just gave terrible tips

everyday after that you and heeseung (like the letter said) turned into great friends

great friends as in friends that people think that are dating

soon that friendship became a relationship... and a very strong one to be honest

your letters were weirdly very accurate

a firework festival... how he confessed to you... all of it was in those letters

honestly you should scold them for letting heeseung get away!!

you secretly wanna tease them that YOU have heeseung by your side and they don’t but... you can’t really do that

you tell heeseung about the letters one day and he just. Stares at you in astonishment

because he also received letters on the same day you got them from future him too

turns out future you and heeseung both regret their decision

poor them but at least present you gets to kiss heeseung whenever you want 😇

not to spoil anything but heeseung didn’t end up walking out of your life <3 instead you two are now sickly in love

∷ jay — maid-sama

you work at a maid café mainly because you needed the money and honestly... it wasn’t even that bad of a job

i mean compared to your school president life — trying to keep teenage boys out of trouble — happily serving polite and friendly (most of the time) customers was definitely a steal

one boy in particular gave you a bit more trouble than the rest of them however

he wasn’t bad or anything, just... a serial heart breaker

jay park was always on your radar due to the fact so many people would go up to you asking you to tell him to be nicer with his rejections

he wasn’t complied to be nicer but 😍 what can you do

safe to say that you didn’t think you had the best relationship with him

you couldn’t understand him even more when you saw him prettily sitting at the tables at your work

may i add, with you in your very own maid outfit as well as a twitching eye

“y/n! looking great” “thanks m-ma-mas—” “your customer service is terrible”

and the fact he came every day after that day made you feel Terrified

and also a little excited to go to work but you’d never admit that!!!

having him stare at you while you cheerily wrote with ketchup on omelettes was... definitely not how you thought your relationship would be like

he would also make small talk too

and visit you after your shift!!! walking you home

now... his daily visits turned into genuine great conversations on the way home

you realised he wasn’t as bad as you made him out to be

he just had strong beliefs that he should only accept a confession if it’s from someone he loves

you didn’t know how... but now You Have Feelings For him.

and seeing him when smile at you every time you serve him at that little maid café... ARGGGG it drove you absolutely mad

the way he oozed out confidence... was sweet and quite literally the prettiest person you’ve ever seen... how could you not

and what other way to confess to him than at the very place your relationship blossomed at!

you wrote “i like you” with ketchup on fried rice for him... yeah

thankfully he was over the moon and Had to hold back kissing you in front of the customers

now you two were dating <3 with the help of a maid café

and that really only left you with one more question

“why did you start visiting this maid café in the first place?”

∷ jake — kimi no todoke

being the quiet student is never. a good thing

especially when you’re ostracised by your class because you never participate

you actually want to but you can’t build any confidence to do so

you never caught the attention of anyone

well... besides a certain popular boy by the name of jake sim

oh boy was this gonna be a culture shock to the girls that have a crush on him

he noticed you on the first day of school when you asked him for directions to your classroom

he won’t ever forget it, the way you had a huge excited smile on his face as the cherry blossoms fell softly around you

he quotes, it looked like you came straight out of heaven because it looked like you had wings on you

he didn’t know how to get your attention though.

every time he tried to do so you wouldn’t even look at him and would just look down at your desk

it hurt him to see you so isolated

that’s when he had the bright idea to ask you if you wanted to walk with him home

bad idea (kinda), because you did accept but you didn’t know what to do the whole time because you’ve never walked home with someone before

it was bad enough that jake was absolutely Stunning. like blindingly attractive

you didn’t know what to say at all

well until you came across a small puppy making it’s way up to the two of you

they were so cute that you just squealed out of excitement

jake was so surprised to hear Something from you that he just instantly put on this huge genuine grin

“there’s no tag on them!” your upsetting tone sent jake into haywire

he literally watched you pet that dog with literal heart eyes he wasn’t even being sutble

he takes a picture of you and he Stupidly leaves the ringer on so you hear him and everything

he was so embarrassed about it

“did you just take a picture of me?” “y-yeah” “oh... is that what people do?”

you literally had no idea how to interact with people so you thought what he did was Normal

somehow this caused jake’s crush on you to develop Quick

especially when you grabbed his hand to pull you closer to the dog

his heart was beating so fast he didn’t know what to do

he is self proclaimed the biggest dog lover but for some reason... he wasn’t even looking at the dog, not even trying to play with it

he was just staring at you with his doting eyes as you smiled and giggled while playing with the dog

he wasn’t gonna confess yet though because he still has to develop your relationship

in true shoujo romance anime fashion, he was gonna confess twelve episodes (probably a year) later <3

∷ sunghoon — ao haru ride

no i definitely did not put sunghoon for ao haru ride because i have a huge crush on kou and sunghoon... /s

you and sunghoon were in the same elementary class because... fate

you had the biggest crush on him and even your mom knew him because he was a well known figure skater

but who didn’t have a crush on him was the real question

being the young confident elementary student you were, you always talked to him

forever talking to him to the point where you two were Actually really good friends

you thought you were on cloud9

but. turns out figure skating takes a lot more training than you had thought so

you literally cried Buckets and Buckets when you found out he had to train in like russia for an unsure amount of time

there was no way on contacting him too since you had no phone, no nothing

so he left. and you didn’t know what to do with yourself

ok flash forward noises

now you’re in high school! still... gripping onto that crush you have on sunghoon

but you think it’s fine since you are Functioning without him i guess

well until you bump into someone with a very familiar voice...

“watch where you’re going” talk about passive Aggressive 🤨

and when you look up because obviously you were gonna start yelling at him

well. You just froze in shock when you were faced with sunghoon’s raised eyebrow smirking at you

and what was the logical thing to do apparently?

cry. right in front of him.

he just froze as he watched you sob while everyone stared at him

he was trying to explain himself while at the same time Dragging you Away because he couldn’t let you just cry in the middle of the hallway

now you two were at the top of some stairway as you sniffled recovering from your endless crying

“why were you crying? “how could i not when you’re here?”

turns out that sunghoon Knew you were at the same school as him but wanted you to figure it out yourself

it took you almost six months. to figure out sunghoon was in your grade.

but what next? do you rekindle your friendship or...

“i’ve changed” okay maybe that answered your question

and before he could even explain himself he just... Got up and left????? for no reason

and that’s when tsundere sunghoon started to come into play.

you constantly tried talking to him but it would end up with the two of you bickering

you walked home the same way too

weirdly enough He was very nice to you sometimes

letting you place your head on his shoulder, lovingly smiling at you, being very Oddly romantic

he was giving you mixed signals.

and there came that old elementary school crush... gearing back up for a second round

“what are we?” now you decided being bold was the right thing to do

he just stared at you and shrugged.

now here comes the water works

you started crying uncontrollably Again but this time sunghoon looked really guilty and comforted you

he even hugged you. (Wow... Development)

he then explained to you that he Likes you (omg) but he’s scared that he might have to pack up and leave you again and he doesn’t want you to get too attached

and you’re like “we have each other’s numbers this time though?”

sunghoon’s just like Ohhhh

that’s how you started dating

and rekindled that elementary crush (successfully)

∷ sunoo — toilet-bound hanako-kun

being the bold and adventurous person you are. You decided to call onto your school’s very own ghost

because you had the biggest crush on this upperclassman you needed the support of a Spirit to help you

“ummmm hey... school spirit, i’m kinda in love with someone and i heard—” “hi” and then you fall onto the ground because something scares you

turns out the spirit’s name is sunoo and you just summoned him

it also turns out this spirit was kinda cute 😟

he had offered you something like a book — telling you if you follow all the rules — you’ll end up dating your crush

turns out it was just a middle school romance book you could of bought at dollar tree.

you were rightfully mad at him Since all you did was end up embarrassing yourself

somehow during your argument, your eyes caught a glimpse of something in his pocket

you took it. because you deserved it

and ATE IT when sunoo told you that it grants you any wish when consumed

you didn’t even need to listen to any of the disclaimers because it was already in your stomach

one things turns into another and now you’re a spiritually bound fish to sunoo.

turns out what you ate was mermaid scales and he needed to eat one too so you could turn human (he told you he can’t explain it because it’s a long story!)

you two are now bonded together (4lyfe 🥺🤞) and you aren’t that happy due to the fact he was always teasing you and playing around with you!!!!

you were now his human assistant.

you helped him with cleaning the toilets and he helped you by saving you from the supernatural

very well balanced relationship

you grew very fond of sunoo as time went on

even though you almost died a few times... he was always there to save you from whatever the spiritual world had to offer

i won’t spoil anything but... school spirit sunoo seemed to have a soft spot for you too 😇

you showed him your passion for art and everything like that

you tried to dodge questions about the... y’know... why he was a spirit

knowing that it would probably hurt him

plus he didn’t have all those things coming after him for nothing

falling in love with a ghost wasn’t what... you were expecting when you first joined your school

but i guess you had no choice since he was spiritually bound to you!

∷ jungwon — whisper of the heart

you loved the library dearly, you loved reading and writing— just books in general

your favourite place was a really big cosy library a few minutes away from your house

you had always borrowed more than three books every visit

and every time you would look at who borrowed the book, the same exact name would show up each book you borrowed

“yang jungwon... he seems to have good taste in books”

you would dreamily sigh thinking about what this jungwon looked like

later on in the week you were writing a story at the park— y’know, normal things

your friend called you out of the blue for some reason rushing for you to help them

out of panic you forgot your book on the bench and didn’t realise when you had finally finished helping out your friend

to your surprise there was already someone sitting on the bench

and Reading Your Very Own Story

you literally just run up to him and snatch it from his hands because you’re embarrassed!!!

what didn’t help was the fact that the first thing he did was Laugh in your face about it .

he called your story stupid!!! and critiqued it!!!!

you just bicker with him and complain to your friend about it later that night

the next day you thought that... maybe if you went to the library again you might spot this yang jungwon

so you make it your mission to get to the library

funnily enough your plan had failed in an instant when your eyes caught a cat that you just became curious about

you followed it because it just wouldn’t stop getting away from you

it also looked like it was taking you somewhere but 😦

after a tiring ten minutes of following this cat from hell and back. It brought you to this old antique shop

you instantly fell in love with the store and everything in it

you were so distracted by everything that you hadn’t realised someone was behind you

you could feel your eyes widen when you realised it was the same boy from the park

holding that same cat you were following too????

“why are you here?” his eyes literally started Squinting at you

he then proceeded to tell you about how his vocal lessons were nearby and more importantly that the cat was His

he asks you if you want to go visit where he does his lessons and Obviously being as curious as you were, you accepted

when he brought you there you could see his eyes instantly sparkle from just being there cute... kinda

he even started to sing for you and that’s when you thought that he wasn’t that bad

some of his teachers started to join in too and before you knew it, the sun was already gone and you’ve spent the whole time with some boy that you were supposed to hate

“jungwon, who’s your friend” your body Froze in shock when you heard that name

jungwon thought you were stupid for not knowing your name and now you realise you’ve been crushing on him this whole time

(i refuse to continue on more with this because it’ll be too long unless some of you want a oneshot of this 😍)

∷ ni-ki — haikyuu

being forced by your teacher to sign up to be some volleyball team’s manager was Not that fun to experience

but there you were, managing a volleyball practice of that very own team

thankfully, it was safe to say you had a good relationship with all of them

and an even Better relationship with a certain volleyball player

nishimura riki and you were practically glued to the hip

you were so incredibly thankful that he was the first one to speak to you when you first started becoming their manager

the rest of them were tall and scary but riki was just tall and friendly

he was so energetic and just So bright that you couldn’t help but look forward to seeing him every day you had practice

he would even teach you how to play volleyball

like he’d be like “isn’t this move so cool? let me teach you it!”

at this point you could be a professional volleyball player with the help of riki

you were overjoyed watching them win their final match to compete in the spring interhigh

you were also incredibly happy to know that riki scored the winning point

he couldn’t stop telling you about it and you just kept excitedly praising him and not to play favourites but you weren’t this excited when heeseung scored the previous winning point

even though you and your team were excited, you could feel how nervous they were when they entered the huge gymnasium

they were surrounded by all the best high school volleyball teams in the country

the very first team they went up against gave them a very Tough time

you remember sweating so hard when the scores were almost the same, the other team leading in that set

you decided that. Maybe you could help

“riki! you can do it” your shouting somehow caused riki to instantly become energised

everything was a blur up until your team had Won the match

and all because you gave riki some encouragement

he literally ran to you the second they had won and almost knocked you down

you didn’t wanna tell him that he was sweaty so you just let him carry on hugging you tightly

the rest of the team was like “why didn’t you cheer us on like you did with riki?”

and when you tried to explain your face just started heating up like crazy

so you ignored the subject.

riki just took it as he was your favourite

but what you didn’t want to tell them was the fact that you had a crush on him

as if it wasn’t obvious enough 😟

[mythiccheroacademia]

A/N: Thank you hottie❤️ Tumblr was fucking with the format, so I had to repost.  Anyways, I looovveee this request. I’ve been waiting to be in the right mood to write this. Like, jealous muscular himbos completely head over heels for their s/o? Sign me up.

Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this, sugar plum

All characters are 18+

Warnings: smut below the line!

Katsuki Bakugo:

SFW

bakugo doesnt get jealous

he usually felt secure in your relationship

yeah he got annoyed when kaminari would jokingly flirt with you

and yes, it made him angry when the dekusquad would literally stare at you with puppy dog eyes

and it pissed him off when kirishima suddenly became the funniest guy in the room when you were around

but he wasn’t jealous

how could he be? he’s bakugo katsuki

you agreed to go out with him. the strongest. the best. you couldn't get any better than him

right?

lmao no

the bigger the ego, the more fragile it was

bakugo doesnt handle jealousy well

there’s a small part of him that knows he can be an asshole

he’s not the most...affectionate person

but damn it, if he doesnt try his hardest for you

you notice that he gets quieter but his actions become a lot more aggressive

he’s glaring at anyone that smiles at you

it’s honestly scarier than his threats

forces you to hold hands

is suddenly into PDA??? when he kissed you in front of your friends you literally made a face

you didn't know what was up with him, but you were really confused when you told him to chill and he visibility wilted

once he came around to telling you that he wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to leave him, you were quick to reassure him

give him a couple kisses and rub his ego just a tad, and he’ll be back to normal

acts like he didn't just look like he was about to cry two seconds ago

NSFW

there are two things that happen when bakugo gets jealous

at first, he’s very rough and handsy

he likes to talk big and say things like

“imma fuck you up when we get home”

“you like when daddy does that, sweetheart?”

“kiss it right there, baby”

“youre mine. tell me your mine”

he’s doing everything he can to get you screaming and thrashing

he’ll go down on you for hours, leave you trembling, only to tell you that was a warm-up

there’s this dark look in his eyes when he’s pounding into you, gripping the headboard so he can angle himself in the best position possible

it’s like he’s trying to prove himself by wrecking you

in the midst of your fucking, just when you feel like youre about to pass out, bakugo’s head falls on your shoulder

he’s still thrusting into you, but it gets slower and deeper

needier

now it’s not just fucking

looks into your eyes with the most adoring gaze and kisses the breath of out you

he can’t speak, too deep into your lovemaking to express how much he loves you

how he’s so scared of losing you

but you don’t need his words to understand

lock your legs around his hips and tell him how you’ll always be his and he will let out a moan that makes your toes curl

when you reach your high, it’s a vulnerable moment

lots of soft kisses and hugging

wont admit to the tears that sting his eyes but is willing to express his adornment for you through his embrace and aftercare

Todoroki Shouto:

SFW

todoroki doesnt have a lot of experience with jealousy

he knows what anger is

he’s felt insecurity

and he knows what it feels like to long for something or someone

but envy was a foreign concept to him

that was until he got into his first romantic relationship with you

don't get him wrong, he trusted you with everything

you gave him no reason to question your loyalty

and it never occurred to him that you would leave him for someone else because of how strong your love was for one another

however, his insecurities always got the best of him

he had a lot of baggage

he knew that

and when someone would approach you, someone that looked free-spirited and independent, he’d wonder if he was holding you back

even then, he can’t help but think that no one is worth the ground you walked on

not even himself sometimes

he never brings it up

but you notice that he started touching his scar a lot more

todoroki would try to act more extroverted thinking it would be better if he was livelier

youre deep talks about family matter diminished little by little

he tried to fill your comfortable silence with awkward conversation

you were so confused why your bf was acting so different

it took a couple attempts to get him to spill his thoughts

once he did, he’s stark quiet, looking away, fearing that you’d be so disappointed in him

but you just take his face in your hands and tell him

“you’re my whole world shouto. why would i ever give that up?”

he holds you in his arms for a long time after that

NSFW

behind his jealousy of onlooking eyes is a deep steed of low self-esteem

and you can feel it when you get intimate

he’s always looking to please you, but now he’s desperate, trying so hard to think of what will make you feel good

it makes you sad bc he already knows the answer to those questions

but he overthinks it

he’s noticeably shier

his touches are hesitant as he second-guesses himself

is continuously asking if you’re okay or if he’s doing it right

at one point, you have to take charge and push him down on the bed

“let me show you how much i want you. just you”

licks his lips as you kiss down his body

one of those guys that believes sucking his dick is a chore 💀

“you don't have to do that” face ass

so when you suck the soul out of him, he’s SPRUNG

would write a song about it if he could LMAO

quickly says he loves you before kissing you like the world depends on it as you ride him

twirl your hips in the way he likes and he’ll hiss out curses

run your hands through his hair and kiss his scar and he’ll give you such pretty moans

please tell him how beautiful he is and how much you love him

my mans will nut on the spot

after the first round, he regains his confidence and flips you on your hands and knees

before you even know what’s going on, he’s pounding into you, gripping your hips like a lifeline

now that he’s reminded that he’s your man, he spends the night realigning your spine

bc who could do it better?

Togata Mirio:

SFW

mirio is one of the most confident people ever

not only is he secure in himself, but he’s secure in your relationship

he knows he bagged a baddie

ofc people would be all over you

he couldn't blame them! i mean, look at you!

when people approached you, he usually let you handle it

if they were persistent, he would just put an arm around your waist

“you’ve got good taste, but they’re taken! sorry!”

it’s so wholesome that the other person can’t even find it within themselves to be upset

there was only one time he recalled getting genuinely jealous

it was during the time you two weren't exclusively dating

just going on dates to see how things went

at the same time, he overheard from your friend that your ex was trying to get back with you

when he heard that, he started sweating

it wasn't jealousy, but more like fear

he was determined not to lose you

not when things were going so well

mirio literally goes above and beyond on your dates

mans deadass learns how to cook all your favorite foods to bring to you

youre crying bc the seasoning was just *chef’s kiss*

brings you flowers at random times of the day

sends you pictures of things that remind him of you

you’re just soaking up all the attention

he’s always been an extra person so you didn't think much of it

it wasn't until you two were cuddling and watching a movie in his apartment that he confesses to you

“i know that i’m competing against history between you and your ex, but i want you to know that my feelings for you are strong, y/n. and i’ll do everything to prove to you that i can be the man of your dreams”

you stare at him before bringing him in for a kiss

“there’s a reason my ex is my ex”

“but--”

“just ask me to be yours already, mirio”

he didnt have to be told twice

NSFW

it was actually that same night that cuddling turned into something a little nastier

honestly, from then on, if you cuddled for more than 20min, there was a 99% chance yall end up fucking lmao

but that night, when he was kissing your neck and grinding his dick against you, he noticed your phone light up on the nightstand

you were too caught up in his fingers between your legs but he saw the text from your ex

it read: “i know this might be out of the blue, but would you wanna catch up over dinner sometime?”

now, mirio wasn't one to be spiteful

but he couldn't help but get a little heated

knowing your ex was trying to get back with you was way different than seeing it

a tiny switch goes off in his head and now he’s ready to make it known that you and him are together

you’re in heaven as mirio’s lips suck and nip at your neck and body

his head game is immaculate

turns you on your stomach so he can massage your back and ass before sliding into you

mirio holds your neck and gives you sloppy kisses as his hips swim into you

your phone lights up again and you can barely think straight when he gets rougher

starts pounding into you like he’s tryna put a baby in you whether it’s possible or not 💀

youre grabbing for anything you can hold as he starts whispering sweet nothings about how he’s gonna take care of you

whew...what a man yall 🥴

the entire time he’s wearing a shit-eating grin

bc he knows he won

might have accidentally sent your ex a voice recording of you moaning his name

oops

[nejiraez]

I'm not sure if you've seen the tiktoks of gfs smacking the absolute shit out of their bfs with their bags in the car, but can we get a scenario of how Mido, Baku, and Todo would react to that😂😭

i have nonnie!! hands down one of my favourite trends on tiktok as of now. normally I would write one character per scenario but these were fun so i just went for them all~ | requests are open 

Bakugou Katsuki

When you first hit your boyfriend in the head with your backpack after claiming that you needed to "find your wallet", there's a curt silence in the car that follows as soon as the bag is on your lap.

You have to fight down the laughter that threatens to burst out from you once you catch sight of Bakugou's twisted features from your peripheral vision. His emotions were a mixture of agitation and confusion.

Bakugou eyes you for a moment, waiting for you to acknowledge what had just happened a few seconds ago. But you never do, rather you rummage through your bag as if you had done nothing unusual.

Rubbing his head, he scowls and gives you the faint warning of, "Watch your range."

He doesn't touch on the subject any longer, rather he goes back to his phone and continues tapping his fingers across the screen. You take his distraction as a chance to strike once more.

"I can't find it..." You'd say while zipping your bag up, ready to launch your bag into the back seat. 

However, Bakugou was smart enough to have keyed in onto your games. He successfully catches your wrist the second time around before your bag could make direct contact with his face again. 

"You think you’re funny, don’t you?" His voice is pooled with pride, pleased with himself that he managed to cut your shenanigans short. "Hitting me with your crap and thinking you could get away with it, huh?"

To say that Bakugou wasn't petty enough to seek his form of retribution when you two get back home would be foolish. Because he definitely does.

Todoroki Shouto

With the first smack that your purse makes against the upside of his head, it leaves Todoroki a bit... disoriented.

The pain that he felt was next to nothing, but the force was much too excessive for something weightless and was the length of his hand. 

Todoroki inhales a breath through his nose and releases it out past his lips. With a sigh, Todoroki puts his car into park and turns off the ignition. "Careful," he says.

While your boyfriend busies himself with unbuckling his seatbelt and fixing his rearview mirror, a clever idea strikes you to claim that you have grabbed the wrong item so that you could try to knock him again. "Sorry, just give me a second," you murmur.

But with his impeccable reflexes, you weren't able to get the chance. Todoroki dodges your purse the second time you aim to swing it towards the back of his car.

"(Y/N), I told you to be careful," he repeats, there's a light form of scolding used in his tone as he carefully eases your purse out from your grasp and maneuvers it into the back. "You could have hurt me."

His eyebrows were scrunched together and a slight pout tugged at his mouth. His face was unreadable and honestly, it made him look downright cute. Laughing, you smooth down the wrinkles on Todoroki's forehead and clue him in on what you were doing. Emphasizing that it was all a joke and that you were testing him to see his reaction.

"You get it?" You finish, waiting for his response. 

Todoroki allows for your explanation of the challenge to settle in for a moment before he asks, "Why would you want to do that?"

Midoriya Izuku

Midoriya isn't the luckiest boyfriend out of the three.

He truly thinks that your bag colliding with the back of his head was an accident, so he brushes the incident off when it happens the first time. No matter how exaggerated your movements were, you slugging him square in the face on purpose just wasn't something he could pin you to.

While you search through your bag looking for your aforementioned hairbrush, Midoriya is left to his own devices -- mulling over what the fuck just happened.

You'd hear him breathe out a string of mumbles under his breath, to which you ask him, "What was that baby?"

"N- Nothing! It was nothing!"

Once you find the object of interest, you run the brush through your hair a couple of times before you toss it into your bag ready to swing at your unsuspecting boyfriend once again. 

However, this time, there was a lot more force than intended.

A garbled noise escapes Midoriya and his head jerks back at the impact. The scene almost would have been comedic had it not been for the quiet hiss he voiced once his fingers grazed his cheek. 

"Izuku!" You cry, your hands fly to his face and you tear his hands away only to reveal the faintest of bruises on his cheekbone. "Baby, I'm so sorry!"

Midoriya would have been a bit hesitant to forgive you right away had it not been affectionate kisses and coddling that came in the form of apologies that came shortly after.

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello!! Can we have one with the RFA + plus Minor trio reacting to their kids getting a boyfriend/girlfriend for the first time?

RFA’s children getting a bf/ gf

Hello! I will only write the RFA, for the Minot Trio please request again! ( old request )  Btw, I can’t imagine the day I will bring a boy home ( is it, because i will stay single forever... ?) well, please enjoy and tell me your opinion! Love you!

Jumin

You weren’t sure how to tell your boyfriend that your first born boy would bring his girlfriend home.

Well, he was already sixteen so falling in love at his age wasn’t something odd, but for Jumin, relationships had a deeper meaning.

Of course it was important to look into the future, to think about actions before doing them, but you also understood that they were young and were allowed to do things in their youth.

With your last daughter in your arms, you entered the room and sat down in front of him.

,,Jumin, you need to talk to your son,’’ you began.

Since Jumin planned on making him the CEO in line, your first born was always raised a bit stricter than the other two boys and girls you had.

But luckily, the oldest was the one who behaved the best.

,,Yes, my love, tell me…’’ Jumin said and looked up.

You loved this side he had.

Whenever there was something regarding his children, nothing was more important than them.

,,He… wants to make us meet his first girlfriend… you know, you need to talk to him, to do the father-son talk,’’ you said.

Jumin was speechless at first, but nodded.

With a pale face he walked towards his room, stopped again, faced you, and asked you ,,do I… need to bring him… you know, c-condoms?’’ he whispered.

,,Uhm…. Buy some… to show him!’’ you nodded.

And even though the CEO was always confident in what he was doing, this time Jumin showed his weakness.

Zen

,,WHAT?’’ Zen hissed, jumping from his bed and looking at you.

,,Keep it down! Your son just fell asleep!’’ you hissed and pulled him into the bed again.

,,Well, how am I supposed to stay quiet? You just told me that my ten year old daughter has a boyfriend!’’ he hissed and nibbled at his lips.

,,Well, you know, they are just children. They won’t do anything… odd…’’ you tried to calm him.

,,Mc! I was a young boy too! We want to explore! We get to know what sex is, our fish is showing! And we get to see girls and their bodies! I know it myself! He will-’’

,,YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT MY DAUGHTER, OKAY?’’ you said, a bit louder and looked into his eyes.

,,She is mine too…’’ he mumbled.

,,I will talk to her, okay? I will explain everything, I will have my mother-daughter talk,’’ you told him.

,,Men are wolves,’’ Zen still mumbled.

,,I know, but they are just children, so try to stay normal,’’ you begged him and closed your eyes.

The next day you talked to her and was proud that she promised you to never do things that felt strange.

,,But mommy,’’ she asked you while you were trying to feed your one year old son and Zen fed his three year old.

,,Mhhh?’’ you asked.

,,Am I allowed to hold his hand?’’ she asked you.

Zen decided to take a sip of his water so when your daughter asked you that, he choked on it,’’

,,HYUN! BREATH!’’ you laughed.

,,Why-ugh! Why holding hands?’’ he asked her, trying to stay calm.

,,Because I love him and… we’re married! We need to hold hands!’’ she said, looking very happy.

Zen was about to cry...

Yoosung

,,Mom, Dad, I think I need to tell you guys something,’’ your son said, sitting down and rubbing his hands nervously on his jeans.

,,Tell us, baby,’’ you began, kissing your twin daughters and sending them into their room to play.

Deep inside, both you and Yoosung knew what would await you.

,,Tell us,’’ Yoosung smiled, taking your hand.

You smiled brightly at your son, making him feel relaxed.

,,I’m in a relationship,’’ he began.

,,Mhm,’’ you nodded.

,,With a boy. I’m gay,’’ he he finally said.

You and Yoosung were still smiling brightly.

,,I’m happy for you!’’ Yoosung laughed.

,,Will we meet him? Wanna bring him here on the weekend?’’ you asked him.

Your son was kind of puzzled by your reaction.

,,You guys aren’t sad or angry…?’’ he asked you, now tearing up.

,,No, why should we be?’’ you asked him, and began to sob yourself.

,,As long as you’re happy, we are too…’’ Yoosung whispered, trying not to cry himself.

And so you guys embraced in a family hug.

Jaehee

,,Okay, Mom, Mommy,’’ your girl jumped down the stairs as you and Jaehee cleaned the shop.

,,Yes?’’ you asked her, looked at her and waited for reaction as she kept typing on her phone.

You looked over to Jaehee again, who chuckled as her daughter kept ignoring her for a few moments more.

,,I got myself a boyfriend!’’ she screamed, waving with her hands.

,,The boy I’ve liked for a year finally told me that he actually likes me too! I think I’ll marry him!’’ she laughed and hugged both of you.

,,Well, the biggest question I have is, why didn’t you already date a year ago?’’ you asked her, patting her back.

,,Apparently we’re both shy and stayed friends because neither of us realized. But apparently some people thought we were already a couple… mhhh,’’ she laughed.

,,Okay, I understand. You’re the kind of lovers who don’t realize that they love each other,’’ you laughed.

,,But, we need to talk about something important then,’’ you began.

You, Jaehee, and your daughter had a long talk, leaving the shop for a while.

Instead, you made sure that she knew about everything.

,,Please don’t rush things. And do certain things only when you feel like it and are sure, don’t feel forced to do anything,’’ Jaehee begged, giving her a kiss on her nose, feeling very happy for her.

Saeyoung

You and your husband were the ,,cool’’ parents.

Every single friend your children brought home always loved you.

And you raised your daughters like that too.

Whenever there was something, they could always come to you and tell you.

And this time, the same thing happened.

You and Saeyoung had two daughters and your oldest finally came out as bi after a long fight in finding herself.

You and Saeyoung also had a hard time.

It was painful to see her insecure about other people’s opinions, but you always told her that she should be happy and not care about what others would say.

And so it came, that she finally could love herself for real.

And since she learned how to love herself, she was finally ready for the love of her life.

,,I am so happy to meet you,’’ you said as you looked at the girlfriend your daughter brought home.

A very bright young woman, always smiling ever she arrived, and kind of goofy, just like Saeyoung.

,,Thank you for having me. I brought you a present. At first I wanted to bring you some wine, but she said,’’ pointing at your daughter, ,,that you would like me more if I would bring you some Dr. Pepper and Honey Butter Chips,’’ she smiled, making Saeyoung laugh out loud.

,,Thanks! Come in, girl!’’

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[parcoeurs]

Extremely fascinated by your wag AU tag 👀.

thanks bestie so am i.

okay lmao so this isn't an actual fic that'll ever be written but. i was talking to my friend about it who still hasn't finished dts season 3 unfortunately but it means that i've switched around ages and years etc. i promise this has the potential to be a fun and sexy time but there's just s o much background shit that needs to be discussed. tw for mentions of irl deaths etc:

but pierre & charles meeting when they're 5-6 (which is what i think charles actually says irl but someone said it might've been closer to when they were 10-11? regardless.) and charles' dad passes away when they're 9-10, and jules when they're 13-14 and charles quits racing then. (fyi i know that irl jules passed away first)

he thinks about quitting when his dad passes away but keeps going with help from jules. so when the accident etc happens, it's not even like an active decision he ponders. he just knows there's no way he'll race again.

and pierre's been with him throughout everything, his best friend who he can talk to when he can't bear looking at his own family. so he doesn't understand when pierre tells him he's going to keep racing. when charles had told him he was never going to get into a kart ever again, pierre had nodded, grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. important to note that they're barely teenagers rn so yes charles feels betrayed that pierre isn't feeling the same things he is and isn't choosing the same future for himself etc.

they have a huge fight, lots of crying, lots of dramatic teenage angst. but it ultimately ends with charles shutting pierre out of his life. which is easier said than done when it's your best friend whose family is super close with yours. but it works because pierre is off racing around the world and charles has done all he can to never have to think about that stuff.

so charles goes to school, is doing uni somewhere in europe. studies something generic like business or maybe if i'm feeling suuuuper indulgent i will have him major in environmental studies like moi <3 pointedly does not come to monaco during grand prix weekend or the week before or the week after.

and then anthoine passes away too. (they're 20-21 now)

they see each other again at the funeral but don't talk, they meet up afterwards. pierre breaking down in charles' arms, clutching at his back, telling him he was right. pierre should've quit, he can't do this anymore either. they haven't said a word to each other in 7 years but charles still knows pierre, and knows that this isn't actually what pierre wants. or what he should do. (charles vaguely knows pierre's in f1 but doesn't know he's with redbull, doesn't know redbull's the top team etc)

"you can still do this, you will," charles tells him.

"not without you again."

so then comes the challenge of mending their relationship while still working through the shared trauma, and the Layers of past trauma. and also just the general awkwardness that comes with a friendship breakup/makeup situation you know! they can't just act like nothing happened but would it be easier that way?

they start texting first, then they play fifa or cod together. (sometimes pierre's british friend lewis joins too.)

slowly slowly slowly, they become friends again and then inseparable too. maybe even closer than they were before and charles only now realizes how much he missed pierre. while pierre still can't believe he has charles back now, it's as good as he let himself imagine.

the part i'm unsure about is if i would want pierre's career trajectory to be the same or not. because i think the demotion adds SUCH a painful but interesting aspect to his ~storyline. but ultimately i think maybe he just doesn't get the second seat immediately. spends more years with toro rosso/alpha tauri before getting "called up" (sorry i have no idea what the proper terminology is haha ignore the nba/nhl terms).

he invites charles to his first race in the red bull and charles says no. immediately. pierre's quiet on the other side of the phone, internally thinking he messed this up somehow. he thought things were going well and he takes this as charles doesn't want to see him. but he knows there's a lot more that's stopping charles and he also knows charles will definitely pull back if pierre asks about the other stuff. so he moves right along, asking charles about school, the weather, and tries not to let it show in his voice that he misses his best friend and needs him too.

"i'm going to try to watch," charles says, after pierre's yawned goodnight through the phone and is waiting for him to hang up. because you know pierre's not going to hang up first.

"what?"

"the race. i'm going to try. goodnight!" mentally charles slams the phone shut but really he just smashes at the red button before shoving it under his bed and looking at his hands trying to get answers for what he just did.

his only relief is that he didn't promise pierre he would watch, just that he would try. couldn't even choke out a, "good luck." (insert long paragraph about charles letting pierre down or thinking he has).

he only watches qualifying. pierre p3. already knows on saturday that there's no way he can watch the actual race.

but on sunday when he's supposed to be going over his notes for his climate change science & policy course (yes.... i did it...) he finds himself with his heart in his mouth refreshing formula1 dot com. watches the random names move up and down while keeping his eyes on 10 - gasly. (starts shaking for a second when he sees pierre's name drop until the IN PIT sign comes up across his name. fellas the thing about triggers is-- anyways.)

the scariest part is that by the time he's scrolled through all of red bull's socials to look at pictures of pierre on the podium (he finished p2 sorry i know this truly does not matter), he's forgotten about the race. the anxiety sits small in the back of his throat, his happiness for pierre is bright and loud in front of him. charles sends him a message, asking him to call whenever he can and adds a blue & red heart emoji which feels like a Big Step. but basically pierre calls and acts like nothing has happened since the last time they talked. mentions the breakfast he had in detail as if he didn’t get a podium in his first race with red bull. finally with a big team. but charles embarrassingly realizes that maybe his text didn't exactly imply in literally any way whatsoever that he knows the results of the race and was trying to congratulate pierre with this call. charles probably feels so embarrassed at this point but somehow still can't manage to say anything about the race until the next day maybe.

maybe texts pierre, good job. or, you were great. or something about him and not the race. or maybe reposts a picture from red bull but not one of pierre in his car, pointedly. only one of him on the podium. and pierre probably reposts it with the squid emoji and/or my favourite sentence in the world, merci petit calamaro.

charles cries when he reads it.

not to be lazy now but [insert 10k words of them building their friendship. meeting up in monaco with both of their families. meeting in milan or london or paris idk where pierre would live. but he flies charles out. not on a private jet because charles flat out refused lol. not because he's an environmentally conscious king he's just too, embarrassed? overwhelmed? by pierre doing Things Like That for him. even though he wants it lol. like when he graduates he's soooo annoyed that pierre couldn't come celebrate immediately because it was race week. but when he comes home his apartment is filled with flowers (roses, his favourite) and balloons and a giant teddy bear as tall as charles. and he DOES post 12 instagram stories to go with the other 30 from his other friends congratulating him. so yeah charles goes through a lot of personal growth and therapy. to the point where he's watching pierre race again, and waiting for him to invite him to a race again!!! do not even think about actual dates i'm fucking begging you but the one he goes to is monza :))))]

ultimately charles' path to understand/accepting/moving on from, his trauma, happens once he has pierre back in his life. it's also encouraged by pierre, but it's also not entirely because of him. not sure how to word that but yeah. these things are happening at the same time but charles still has to go through them by himself.

pierre takes him on romantic dates all around the world and charles doesn't realize that's what they are. fully in his bestie vibes only mood while pining for pierre in a way he doesn't even quite understand. almost a self deprecating, jeez whoever gets to date pierre is going to be so lucky :/

fanpage on ig: met pierre's alleged bf he's so pretty and sweet, i complimented his shoes and he was so nice. charles reading that: i didnt know he was dating someone :( why wouldn't he tell me :( well at least someone complimented my shoes today :(

pierre doesn't necessarily think they're dating, but he does know charles doesn't quite realize what they're doing so he's just waiting for him to come to terms with it.

not to give this au 10 different subplots but yeah that miscommunication plot becomes our prize for surviving through the first part of this.

but yeah at the last race of the year, that pierre wins because i said so? charles finds him before he goes on to the podium, kisses his helmet. says i love you, i'm so proud of you.

THEN, finally, charles does become pierre's wag. we made it kids. we did it joe.

[pikapikabishes]

It's Okay Now(Kirishima x gn!Reader)

Disclaimer: all characters rightfully belong to their original creators, only thing that is mine is the plot. Also do not copy my writing. Thank you

Summary: Class 3A's Y/n was having a jolly day hanging out with the BakuSquad, including her amazing bf of over 6 months, Eijirou Kirishima, even with all the stress piling up, like a shaken soda bottle ready to burst, until said explosion finally happened. Triggered by the littlest, probably stupidest event

Warnings: anxiety (?), panic attacks, not eating for days, mentions death, suggestive themes, a bit of swearing

Mentions: mental breakdown, overworking oneself, starvation, hyperventilating, ugly crying, kiri being absolutely biggest sweetheart, daddy!Kiri breifly

A/n: this is my first fic on Tumblr so please be nice, and if you enjoyed it, like and comment

Everything hurt. My head, my eyes, my chest, my mind. I don't even know what happened. One minute I'm perfectly fine, having a good time with my friends, the next I'm in this situation.

Im sitting in the middle of my dorm on the floor, crying and sobbing over the smallest thing. I admit being stressed with everything going on in my life; with upcoming school exams , training every single day to improve my ultimate moves, and the biggest clicher... my dad's passing a couple months prior.

This whole time I've just been bottling it all up, trying my hardest to put up a brave front as to not worry my mom, who already has a lot on her plate, my friends and boyfriend, Kirishima. To be frank, I haven't even told my class or Kiri, keeping a bright smile as to not hint them in on my life crashing down around me. Some days are easy to keep up my smile, to let my mind focus on something else, and then there are harder days when everything reminds me of my dad.

I was real close to him, we did a lot of fun stuff together; going to amusement parks, going out to see movies we both were really excited to watch, going out to eat at our favorite restaurants.

It still doesnt feel real after all this time. It felt just like yesterday he was perfectly fine, we were celebrating my grandma's birthday, and literally the next day, I find him stiff and eerily still in his bed. And then everything crashing down on me as the paramedics regretfully tell me that my dad was no longer of this world, when I sob into the phone to my mom that my dad was gone, when I listened to my grandma's wails as my mom told her of her son's passing.

It all felt so surreal, like if I go over to see my grandma at her house, I'll see my dad sitting there in the living room, greeting me with his smile and warm hugs and kisses.

I sob harder as I remember all the times we watched Disney movies and me crying at some scenes as my dad happily comforts me. Buying me a toy from one of the movies I adored at the time. Him gifting me a puppy when he moved into a new neighborhood and I didnt have anyone to play with.

My head's pounding, a deep pressure in my brain, as I clutch tightly to the same doll he bought me all those years ago. My screams silent as I try to keep my classmates from finding me in such a pathetic state and worrying about me, my brain not processing that everyone was still at school. I fought to take control of my emotions again, wanting to be strong for my mom, grandma, and my friends. Unknowning of the pace of my breathing as I desperately tried to grasp my emotions.

My stress and anxiety climbing higher with each panicked breath. All those late nights I stayed up studying as much as I can for the midterm exams, catching up to me. I even forsaken eating as to study so I can at least get a passing grade. And the times I didnt spend studying was spent training to try and get my mind to focus on anything rather than fully face the reality that I no longer live in a world with my dad in it.

When was the last time I had a fulfilling meal? Three days?? And the time before that?? I dont even remember, the pounding in my head preventing me from thinking too much. All I can think about is what caused this stupid meltdown in the first place, my frustrations climbing higher with my stress and anxiety.

~~~

Today was one of those days where it was hard to keep up my smile for people. In an attempt to cheer myself up, I made myself the same lunch my dad and I used to make together for later, excited to eat as this was my first actual meal in days.

As I stroll down the hallways to meet up with Kiri and the rest of the BakuSquad, someone in a rush, bumps into me full force, causing me to fall and drop my lunch on the floor. I only had a moment to grieve as I see my precious lunch splattered all over the floor before the person that bumped into me uttered a measly, rushed "sorry" before hurrying on their way, stepping my lunch in the process.

I stayed there in my position on the floor, looking at my lunch with grief. I know it was stupid to start crying over something that can be replaced with something else that Lunch Rush made, but there the crocodile tears were. My heart and mind had wanted that lunch.

Without thinking I got up and ran out of school and towards the dormitories, deaf to the calls of my fellow 3A classmates and the incoming call on my phone.

~~~

I was brought back to the present by the sound of pounding coming from my dorm door. I was still fighting for control, not able to send a reply without my sobs mixing in with my voice.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through the door. Of course it would be Kiri to be checking up on me. "I tried calling you to see where you were, but you didn't answer. Tsuyu told me she saw you running off upset when I went to go looking for you."

For some reason I sobbed harder, barely able to keep quiet.

"Princess/Prince, please tell me what's wrong, I'm getting really worried."

He stayed quiet for a moment, anxiously waiting for my response. And of course my body betrays me when an ugly sob wracks through my very being, unable to quiet it down.

"Princess/Prince, are you crying?!" Kiri's voice carried his panic and worry. "I'm coming in!" He warned before slamming the door open.

I barely raised my head to meet his worried crimson eyes as his giant frame took up most of the doorway, frozen. His expression falls at the sight of the giant crocodile tears running down my face, distress written all over my expression.

Without saying anything, he rushed over to my side, his big, warm hand landing on my back, immediately rubbing gentle circles as to comfort me.

"Baby, what's wrong? Tell me," he asked, voice trying to soothe me. I shook my head, unable to say or utter a word and I dropped my head again, breathing erratic. "You're hyperventilating, baby. You need to try and calm down a bit."

More sobs was the only thing I responded with. Hearing some shuffling, a moment passed before a soft calming melody sounded through the storm in my mind, along with the sound of gentle falling rain. It was the same several hour music track that I would usually listen to when something was bothering me.

I've always loved the sound of falling rain and ocean waves.

Kiri dropped his phone to the floor, letting the music wrap us in its soothing melody. He brought his hand to my cheek to gently bring my face up and face him. His expression sad as he gets a better look at my distraught, of the crocodile tears streaming down my face, of the deep sadness in my eyes.

Letting his other hand to join my face, he gently wiped away my tears as I tried to control my breathing. "Baby, you have to calm down. It's okay now, I'm here," he said in a gentle voice, bringing me up onto his lap, and wrapping his strong arms around me.

I clutch onto his uniform jacket, burying my face into his chest as I sobbed away, ruining his uniform with my tears and snot.

He gently rocked the both of us, bringing one of his hands up to my head as he softly brushed his fingers through my hair. "Shhh, baby. It's okay. It's okay," he whispered in my ear.

I don't know how long we sat there, listening to falling rain, Kiri rocking us, whispering calming words into my ear before my breathing was back to normal and my sobs turning into sniffles. Even long after I've calmed down, Kiri still held onto me tightly, grounding me from the storm whirling in my mind.

Only when I lifted up my head from his chest to look up at him did he give me a soft smile, reaching up to brush away strands of hair from my face and eyes. Then, Kiri reached over to his phone, pausing the music before turning back to me.

"Feeling better?"

I slowly nodded my head, my voice hoarse as I finally managed to give a reply, "Yeah, a little bit."

"What happened back there?" Kiri asked, his brow furrowed in worry.

Tears were already welling up in my (e/c) eyes, my bottom trembling as I fought to hold back the tears. Kiri reached up one hand to hold my chin, his thumb softly brushing my bottom lip.

"Please baby, I hate seeing you so distraught," he told me, eyes full of concern as he continued to stroke my bottom lip, as if trying to coax the words to come out, to explain what was paining me so much so he can fix it.

"I-" I stuttered, sniffling back the tears. "I miss him."

"Miss who, baby?" Kiri asked, confused.

"M-my dad," I said, voice now shaky as the tears started falling again. "I m-miss him so much."

Kiri seemed to come to the conclusion that I might have only been extremely homesick. "Why dont you go visit him today then? It's Friday, so you can just stay with him for the weekend."

I violently shook my head. "I-I can't."

"Why not, baby?" He started stroking my back again to try and comfort me.

"H-he died! Two months ago!" I sobbed, pressing my face to his chest again.

"Oh fuck. Shit, I am soo sorry baby. Why didn't you tell me?" Kiri asked, hugging me tightly to him. "I would've been there for you."

"I-I didn't w-want to w-worry y-you," I cried.

Kirishima started rocking us both again, his grip on me tighter as if trying to hold me together. "Of course I'm going to be worried baby. I have been worried about you. I noticed you've been distancing yourself for a while now, but I didn't want to make you talk when you weren't ready. God, I'm so unmanly, not realizing that you were in so much pain all this time." He placed his hand on top of my head. "I am sooo sorry, baby."

I sniffled, shaking my head. "D-Don't be. I w-was the one who d-decided not to t-tell any of you g-guys. I-it's not your f-fault."

"But why didn't you tell us baby? You know we all would've been here for you."

I shrugged. "I-I just wanted to be s-strong for y-you guys. I d-didn't want to w-worry any of you."

"Oh, babe." He pulled back enough to look at me. "You are strong. But it's okay to lean on us, on mee. Just because you're crying, doesn't make you weak. You're mourning, and its okay to cry when you're mourning. It just shows how close you are with your dad and how much you're missing him."

"But... But it feels like my fault though," I cried.

"What do you mean?" His brows furrowed again in confusion.

"I... I was there that night. The night he passed." I wiped at the tears even though it was fruitless with how the tears continued to fall. "We were all happily celebrating my grandma's birthday. We were all laughing. And I went to sleep a bit late that night. I noticed how his was position in his bed when I got up to use the bathroom, but I didnt think any of it. My dad sits in that position sometimes, and I know that he goes to sleep way later than me. And when I woke up at 11 the next morning because of my grandma calling for me, I got up to see what she needed. You remember, that my grandma cant really move around that well anymore?" I asked him.

Kiri nodded his head, remembering that I helped my grandma when the two of us had dinner with my dad and grandma. "So when I got up and headed towards her room, I saw my dad in the same position. But figured he must've just fallen asleep... Then I went to use the bathroom after helping my grandma, and when I looked closer, I noticed how swollen his feet were. I... I knew my dad was always sick and his legs getting swollen all the time, but... I-I just didnt think I'd find him like that." I cried, covering my mouth as another sob wracked threw me. "Vomit... All over the blankets and his bierd... A blood clot hanging from his nose-"

"Shhh, its okay, baby" Kiri hushed me, rubbing my back, "If it's too much for you, you don't have to explain anymore."

After waiting for my breathing to stabilize again, I continued, "I... I just feel like if I had checked up on him before I went to bed... Maybe... Maybe the paramedics would've been able to save him..."

Kiri grabbed onto my shoulders to pull me away so as to look me dead in the eyes with a stern look. "Y/n, listen to me. It is not your fault," he said firmly. "Okay? It is not your fault. Sometimes these things happen."

"But-" I started, but he cut me off.

"No but's. Okay? I know I havent known him as long as you, but I could tell from the first time I met him that he was soo proud of you. And probably still is." His words made me cry harder, my bottom lip trembling again as I tried to pull myself together in front of this amazing man in front of me. "There's no need to beat yourself up over this," Kiri said, pressing a kiss to my forehead as I started bawling my eyes out again. Kiri started rocking us again, holding me tight as I let out all my sadness and anguish.

"Shhhh... It's okay... Everything's will be okay..." He mumbled in my ear. "Let it all out."

We stayed like that for the next hour as I let out all my suffering, the scent of his cologne, the comforting words, and the sound of the music track all lulling me to sleep, my mind and body too heavy to fight it off.

~~~

I woke up to a dark room, the sun long gone over the horizon. I blearily blinked my eyes open, feeling my tears dried over the skin of my cheeks. All of a sudden, a warm hand slides under my shirt, rubbing a thumb on my stomach. A face was then buried into the back of my neck, a soft pair of lips kissing at the skin.

"Morning beautiful/handsome," came Kiri's sleep filled voice

"Mmnn what time is it?" I mumbled.

Kiri pulled away for a moment, turning to reach behind him for presumably his phone on my nightstand. Squinting at the glare of the phone, Kiri gave me an answer, "7 o'clock at night, so its just about dinner time." Dropping his phone back onto the nightstand, he resumed his position of spooning me, completely dwarfing my body with his giant frame. "You haven't ate lunch right?"

I shook my head. "Or breakfast. Or dinner last night. Or any meals for the past few days."

"What?" Kiri shot up, glaring down at me. "And the time before that?"

I shrugged, my brain too drained to think of a solid answer. "Couple days."

"Y/n!"

"I know, I know. I shouldn't be skipping my meals everyday. I should eat at least once a day."

"Is that why you look thinner? Cause you've been skipping your meals??!"

I shrug at him. "I was busy studying for the midterms. Besides I never went 3 days without eating something."

"That's not the point!" Kiri rubbed his hand down his face before looking at me with worry. "You shouldn't be skipping any meals or overworking yourself like this." He reached over to brush a lock of hair away. "Babe, my heart hurts at the thought of you not taking care of yourself."

I place my hand on top of his, leaning into his touch. "I know... I'm sorry. I didnt mean to worry you like this. I just... couldn't come to terms with reality so I busied myself to make me forget the pain. On the bright side I came up with this new, awesome ultimate move I've been dying to show you," I said with some excitement, trying to cheer him up.

He scowled sternly at me for a moment before sighing, shaking his head, any trace of worry and frustration gone from his face as a small smile took over his lips. "Alright fine." But then the stern look came back as he firmly told me, "But I'm not letting you skip any meals anymore, even if I have to force you to eat. And you're not doing no studying or training this weekend."

"Wait, but-" I tried to counter, stopped when the stern look in his eyes intensified.

"No if's, and's or but's. Unless its yours up in the air as I fuck you so hard you wont be able to do anything this weekend but relax."

I blushed and swallowed loudly. "Good, now wait here while I go get you a plate. Bakugou's supposed to be cooking tonight." He leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips. Then another. Then another and another before pulling away only slightly to look into my eyes with that familiar dark look in his eyes, a smirk forming on his handsome face. "Maybe I should grab you two plates. You're going to need it for fuel for tonight."

My faced burned as I realized what he meant. He chuckled darkly before standing up and walking towards the door. "I'll be back in a few. And you better be stripped down to nothing by the time I get back." Turning back towards me with a seductive look. "Don't you worry about a thing, baby girl/boy. Daddy's going to take real good care of you this weekend." Then he opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him.

I gulped loudly, already feeling that familiar heat down below.

It was going to a long weekend.

[harryhandstan]

you bring me home

tw: death

word count: 2,356

This is a piece that was something more personal to me and I'm thankful to Olivia (@bfharry​) for allowing me to include it in her bf!harry fic-a-thon. My aunt died in early December of 2019 very suddenly. She and my uncle had been together for almost 20 years, but since common law marriage is not recognized in my state, her sister was in charge of all arrangements. Her sister lived in another state and basically just called and set up everything for her cremation over the phone. My uncle was too devastated to really speak up and say anything, so my family and I never truly got a chance to have the experience of a funeral for her. I never felt like I got that closure I needed, so for the past 8 months since her death, my brain has cycled through this vicious cycle of denial and depression, never fully reaching acceptance. This piece is basically just the experience I wish I had and Harry helping me through the grief process.

It's also the very first Harry thing I've ever written and posted here so any and all feedback is welcome!

also lots of hugs to @geoffwittek​ for reading over everything for me and being such an angel in general 

"Linds? We're gonna be late, love. Your family's still meeting at 3, right?"

His voice sounds distant, despite you both being in the same room. Your brain registers the noise but is unable to form a response.

He stands near the end of the bed, hands in his pockets, head down, "We don't have to go if it's too much for you. I'm sure your family would understand."

The black dress Harry helped you shop for 2 days ago lays, taunting you, at the end of the bed. You remember mindlessly wandering around before you had a breakdown in the middle of the department store. Harry had to sit with you on the bench outside of the store until you pulled yourself together enough to go back in.

Nearly a week ago, you had answered a call from home only to find your world turned upside down. Your Nanna cried on the other end, she couldn't believe the news was true either. It was so sudden and so unbelievably unexpected.

Your Aunt Linda was dead.

Thankfully, Harry had invited you over for dinner and a movie that night. You still don't remember how you stopped crying long enough to tell him the news. He held you on top of his chest, letting you sob until exhaustion took over and you fell asleep.

Currently, you were sitting on the side of the bed. Something in your brain had prompted you to gather enough strength to take a shower a couple of hours ago, but you hadn't had the energy to move since then. Harry's warm hand squeezing your shoulder brings you back to reality long enough to look at the clock and see you only had 10 minutes to get ready and be out the door.

"You coming back to me there, angel? Anything I can do to help you get ready for this?" he kneels in front of you, one hand on your thigh, the other cupping your face, wiping one of the many tears that were starting to form and fall.

"No, no, I can do this. I still wanna go. Just give me 5 minutes to get ready?"

"I'll go warm up the car." he leans up slightly and kisses your cheek before grabbing a set of keys off the dresser and disappearing down the stairs.

You throw the dress over your head quickly. Dread builds in your stomach but you push through, selecting a pair of pantyhose and taking longer to put them on than you have to spare, making sure you don't rip the delicate fabric. Shoes waited on the floor at the foot of the bed, a simple pair of black flats with a small silver buckle.

The bathroom lighting does you no justice as you try your best to do something to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You know there's no point in makeup, it'll all end up washed away by tears most likely before you even arrive at the funeral home. You apply a quick layer of moisturizer, hoping your skin will have a chance to recover before it's all washed away too. Your hair gets swept back into a low bun and at the last minute you grab a pair of earrings to loop through your ears on the way down the stairs and out the door.

The cold, winter air of December surrounds you as you make your way to the car. Harry was true to his word and had the car warm and waiting for you.

You take a shaky deep breath once you're settled in the passenger seat. Harry rests a hand on your knee, "You sure you're ready, peach?" you smile faintly at his nickname for you.

You'll never forget meeting him for the first time and comparing accents; your Georgia drawl versus his British one. Some nights when you were both delirious with sleepiness but unable to drift off, you would just exchange single words back and forth, trying to mimic one another. The nickname tended to roll off his tongue easier when you were in your hometown.  

You shake your head no. How could you ever be ready for a day like this? Despite she and your uncle never getting married, she always supported and loved you and your siblings as her own nieces and nephew from day one. How were you supposed to live without a woman who always had an encouraging or motivational word to offer when you were sad or frustrated? A woman whose light was so bright in your life that her absence surrounded you with a darkness you could never imagine pulling yourself through? ______________________________________________________________

"You're making your lip bleed, lovie. Here." He swipes a thumb softly over your bottom lip. He pulls a tube of lip balm out of his coat pocket and you gratefully take it and use it.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this, H." You look down at your hands, a few frayed tissues lay on your lap, messy and still wet with tears. Your gaze meets his, eyes pleading for some sort of escape.

His arm wraps behind your back and a hand rests on your side, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your temple, "Do you want to leave?" His voice is a low, comforting rumble in your ear.

You look around at the small funeral home chapel. Only two of the twelve long wooden pews were filled. Most of your aunt's family still lived in Virginia, where she was originally from, and none of them could be bothered to pay their respects here in small town, Georgia. You couldn't leave now.

He reads your face, a brief glance over your features, feels your body relax into his, "Just say the word if you change your mind, alright?"

You rest your head on Harry's shoulder for the remainder of the sermon. The preacher is nice enough, but the speech he prepared is all wrong. Your aunt would have appreciated this, but it just wasn't her. Wasn't an accurate representation of who she was and the impact she had on your universe.

The preacher finally wraps up with a prayer, asking all to stand and bow their heads. You've never known Harry to be a particularly religious sort, but he grabs your hand and squeezes as he bows his head. A quick and thoughtful reminder that he's still there. He's not leaving your side.

The small gathering of guests parades past the casket now, all expressing their final goodbyes as they pass. Harry stands back, quiet and respectful, letting your family through first before he rejoins you. His hand lands on the small of your back and wanders around to rest on your hip as you walk back into the lobby together.

You accept a few hugs and expressions of condolences from the few friends that came. Your hand stays loosely tied to Harry's the whole time, and he uses his free hand to greet everyone you introduce him to. Your family offers you a spot in the family car to the graveside, but you decline. Harry assures them he'll drive you to the cemetery safely.

The graveside service is thankfully quick. Another gathering of guests and more kind words from the preacher. A small prayer. Emotional exhaustion is settling into your body, and Harry easily supports your weight back to the car when the service is over.

"Your Nanna cornered me in lobby before we left the funeral home while you were talking to your cousin," he starts the car and fiddles with the controls, adjusting the heat, "she wants us to come to her house for a bit. Are you up for that?"

You nod your head yes, still not sure if your voice is strong enough to not break when you answer him. You know it will only be your family there. 8 people, including Harry. You could handle that.

"Should we grab a bite to eat before we go? You haven't eaten much today, honey."

You chuckle. The first genuine laugh in a week bubbling up through your chest. You stop when you notice Harry's adorably confused expression, his brow furrowing together with slight concern.

"Oh, no. You don't eat before you go to Nanna's house, trust me." ______________________________________________________________

Harry is a warm addition to the small house on the hill.

His eyes go wide when he sees the amount of food spread across your grandmother's small round kitchen table. His gaze follows everyone already seated around the table and then back to you. All you can manage is an "I told you so" shrug.

"Is all this just to impress me or..?" his voice is a whisper in your ear, but the kitchen is so small it echoes around to the whole table.

"No, babe. This is how it always is at Nanna's."

Your Nanna and Aunt Donna, who you're sure spent all day making everything, insist that it's not THAT much food, but you know you'll all be guilted into at least finishing a full plate AND taking leftovers home for later. You're thankful to see even your uncle has a plate in front of him, knowing his appetite hasn't been the same since he lost your aunt.

When dinner is finished, a pot of coffee is made and passed aroud to accompany dessert. The aroma fills the house, the strong scent a comforting reminder of your Aunt Linda. She always said she hated the taste, but loved the smell. You inhale, the essence surrounding you and bringing back warm and lovely memories. You catch Harry's eye, a small smile crossing your face.

He makes his way around the living room, refilling a few mugs along the way. The open entryway between the two rooms allows you to watch the path he takes. He stops where your momma sits in a green plaid armchair, her lips are moving but you can't make out what they're saying. They both look at you and he turns back to her, a charming smile lighting up his face.

By the time he makes it back to the kitchen, you've slipped into your Nanna's bedroom. You know it's normally rude to disappear, but this place is home. Had been your second home all your life and you knew no one would care that you were slipping your shoes off and crawling under the covers of the freshly made bed.

You hear a lull of voices outside the door, and you're thankful for the noise, for the small comfort of gentle chaos. If you listen closely, you could pinpoint individual noises throughout the house; your dad and Nanna talking politics, your momma and sister flipping through channels on the living room tv, your Aunt Donna and your uncle questioning Harry about his favorite British television shows. You hear water running and picture Harry, his tall frame towering over the tiny kitchen sink, helping with the dishes. You feel a slight bit of guilt for leaving him alone, but by the sound of his laughter, he's making himself right at home too.

You drift to sleep, and when you wake, Harry is next to you. His long fingers smoothing comfortingly up and down your arm, "You disappeared, love. Thought you might like some company. Hope you don't mind me joining you."

You shift your body closer to him, your head on his chest, his arm resting behind your head, "Is everyone still here?"

He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face, tucks it neatly behind your ear, "Your uncle just left a minute ago, but everyone else is still around. Your brother called, said he was sorry he couldn't make it. I came to find you, make sure you were okay."

Your little brother was in his last semester of college. It was finals week and you know he would've been here if he could.

"I'm okay...I mean as okay as you can be after a day like today, you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

You slip off the bed and Harry follows you, hands on your waist to steady your balance while you slip your shoes back on. He helps you remake the bed, and the two of you make your way back towards the kitchen, now quiet that everyone moved to the living room.

"Harry?" You turn back at the last second before you leave the room. He's following so closely behind you you end up pressed against him.

"Hmm?" He catches you, pulling you even closer, the light from the kitchen shining on his face.

"I haven't had a moment to thank you today. For all of it..dropping everything and flying out here with me, spending the whole day with my family, driving me everywhere, just being here with me. You've kept me sane and I could never repay you for something like that."

"You don't have to thank me. I wouldn't have dreamed of being anywhere else than right here. You needed me and that was all that mattered, everything else can wait."

______________________________________________________________

“Ha! Look at baby peach! How old were you here?”

Your lap was covered in pictures, the few favorites you had brought with you from home. Harry was plopped next to you on the couch. The picture in question is a baby picture of you, chocolate icing all over your chubby cheeks.

“That’s my first birthday party.” You giggle at his smile, the way he can’t stop staring at the photo.

You shuffle through a few more, Harry being curious about each one and questioning you about every detail.

“Who’s this?” The picture he hands you takes your breath away for a second. You forgot it was mixed in and he instantly knows by the tears filling up your eyes.

“It’s your Aunt Linda, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I didn’t know..”

“No, it’s okay. This is a good picture of her. She had such an amazing smile.” He rests his head on your shoulder. 

“She loved you so much, babe. She would be so proud of you.”

“Yeah, she would’ve thought you were pretty great too, H.”

[tuffduff]

The Good and the Bad (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: Axl x Reader

Words: 1,298

Request: @outofgoldenslumber​ “hey;) can I have an oneshot or imagine where reader had a real bad day today and she’s feeling hurt but when her new bf, Axl calls her, she fakes a happy, cheerful tone in her voice because she knows he likes her energetic and bright personality. But he can tell that she sounds different, and when he sees her at night after work he comforts her!”

A/N: Sorry for the late update! You would think it would be easier to write in this quarantine. Today’s topic: bad days. If you’re ever feeling down or helpless or hopeless, please reach out to someone! I’m always here for all of you if you ever think you don’t have anyone. ❤️

Taglist: @ubernoxa​ @the--blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ ❤️

Boy, when it rains it really does pour, was your bitter and sarcastically drenched thought as another thing went wrong during your day. Nothing had gone right, unless you counted waking up with your health. And normally, you were exactly the type of person that focused on that sort of thing. You were constantly looking to the bright side.

Your friends called you sunshine. When they were down, they didn’t have to seek you out—you were just there, to be their shoulder, to make them laugh and smile. Your boyfriend had told you just as much as well.

“I saw your smile from across the room,” was the first thing he told you when he approached you. “There ain’t no way a girl like you doesn’t have someone, but please, tell me I’m wrong.” You had just laughed.

“I am actually single. I’m kinda focusing on myself right now.” You told him politely with a smile. There was something about him that interested you, maybe it was the blatant confidence he carried or the hidden depths of tenderness in his eyes.

“Can I help you out with that?” He asked, his lips hinting at a smile. You didn’t stand a chance from that day forward. “I’m Axl.”

Axl constantly told you the same things your friends told you; you were his ray of light. His band mates told you they had never seen him more stable, never seen him so content, so at peace. They were positive it was you rubbing off on him. You were seen as a gift from heaven, this little positive happy-go-lucky angel that fixed frowns and woes.

That was what you were known for, for better or worse. But even you had your limits.

These bad moments were thankfully rare, but when they hit, they were really bad. You could take a lot, you could normally rationalize, but you were also only human. Your day soon had you on the floor in a flood of tears, the laundry you were in the process of doing left abandoned at the realization that you were out of detergent—the tiny straw that had broken the camel’s back. There just seemed to be so much, all the obligations, if you were going to make rent, the fact that you felt like your clothes fit different and not even being sure if you were imagining it, having nothing in your fridge for breakfast, let alone dinner, your car was almost out of gas—it was everything today.

As you sobbed quietly to yourself, your trilling telephone broke through your quiet apartment. For a moment, you allowed it to ring and ignored it, until you started to feel bad about it. You cried a little more at the irony, you feeling bad about feeling bad, before you made your way over to the phone.

“Hello?” You finally answered into the line.

“...Baby? Is that you?” It was Axl. Your face stretched in surprise and you quickly began wiping at your tears as if he could see them.

“Oh, Axl, hi!” You rushed to sound normal, forcing a cheery tone to your voice. “Sorry, I-I was just, uh...doing laundry.” The other end was silent for a while.

“Are you crying?” He finally asked suspiciously. Damn it, he was always so observant.

“No! No, of course not!” You laughed woodenly. “I, uh, I think I woke up kinda...you know, allergies.” You lied lamely, swallowing hard as a silent tear rolled down your cheek. You bit your lip and stubbornly wiped the tear. “No, I’m okay. I promise.”

“...I’m just calling to let you know rehearsal will probably end a little earlier tonight. So, I’ll be seeing you the minute you’re off from work, okay?” His tone was stern, as though he knew something was up.

“Okay, yeah! That’s great! I’ll see you then!” You chirped. Maybe if you ignored the feeling and pretended, you could be in a better mood by then.

The rest of your day, you bottled up all of your fears and all of the stress and went on autopilot. But every rude remark you encountered at work knocked you down a step and had you constantly on the verge of tears. When you made it back to your apartment, you were exhausted, not only physically from work, but emotionally.

Axl was waiting on the steps outside of your apartment. To your surprise, he had takeout, flowers, and—for some reason—a small potted plant.

“Hey! What’s all of this?” You said as you approached him, instantly slipping back into your cheery façade. He gave you a look as he stood.

“Babe, drop the act. I know somethings wrong.”

“I’m just tired from work.” You lied. He sighed a little.

“Listen, Y/N. I know we haven’t been together for very long, but…I want you to know I’m here for you. But you’ve gotta let me in.” You could feel your composure slipping, and it cracked entirely when he said, “you don’t have to always be strong.” He pulled you into his strong embrace just as you began to cry again.

It was just you and him, bathed in the amber glow of a streetlight and the low hum of traffic from the street. You let yourself focus on the steady beating of his heart against your chest. His chin rested on top of your head and his hands pressed into your back, holding you steady.

“I just feel like I’m letting people down if I give in to any negative feelings. Like, how can I tell people to be positive and focus on the good if I can’t even do that?”

“Hey, you’re not letting anyone down, Y/N. You’re human too, fuck, everyone has bad days. If you didn’t feel the bad, you wouldn’t ever be able to appreciate the good.” You pulled back to look at him in amazement.

“You’re right. Wow, Axl.” You replied in shock. He chuckled in amusement.

“You’re the one that told me that. It stuck with me.” He wiped your tears thoughtfully. “Listen, if you’re ever upset again, I don’t want you pretending to be okay, you hear me? You don’t ever have to pretend with me.” You shrugged in embarrassment.

“I just...I mean, no one wants to be around someone who’s just miserable.”

“I do. I’ll be there waiting ‘til you’re able to smile again. Let me be there.” He reached down and picked the bouquet of flowers and extended them out towards you. You smiled, but focused on the plant.

“...Axl...did you get me a plant?” Suddenly, he looked sheepish and avoided your gaze, instead inspecting his cowboy boots.

“Well, I didn’t want to just...get you a cliché teddy bear or chocolates because that’s pretty lame. And I just thought, you know—I don’t know, I read that having a houseplant can kinda lift your mood. It’s a fern so it puts moisture back in the air and makes it easier to breathe, I guess. I dunno. It’s kinda stupid—” you leaned forward and kissed him silent, unable to stop yourself.

“That is so incredibly thoughtful. I love it. I think it’s my favorite thing you’ve ever given me.” He laughed a little in disbelief as you scooped up the little potted fern. “What should I name it?”

“Great, how am I ever gonna top a plant?” He muttered in amusement as he followed you inside your apartment with the takeout food. Suddenly, he replied to your question. “Hey, name it Izzy.” You turned and raised a quizzical eyebrow and Axl only shrugged. “It kinda looks like him.”

Your bad day seemed farther behind you as you looked forward to a new day, where you couldn’t wait to tell Izzy he reminded Axl of your new houseplant.

[just-jordie-things]

She’s Changed - Nicholas Scratch

word count: 5295 warnings: rough breakup stuff summary: (y/n) goes through a difficult breakup, the guy just couldn’t accept both parts of her life, mortal, and witch.  But Nick Scratch is there to put the pieces back together, and remind her that love accepts all parts of a person.

(y/n) was so excited to have a night off from the Academy, so she could go to Greendale and visit her mortal friends, and more excitingly, boyfriend.  Ever since her sixteenth birthday, after she’d signed her name in the Book of The Beast, she’d been attending the Academy of the Unseen Arts, and rarely had the time to go into Greendale to see her friends.

She’d gotten ready to go while Nicholas Scratch, her best warlock friend and resident sweet talker, was studying in her dorm to keep her company.

“I hope we go to the cinema,” She said to him, while he pretended to focus on his spell book.  But he couldn’t help his eyes from wandering up towards where (y/n) was applying a bit of makeup at her vanity.  “The last time I saw a movie was before I came here… a year ago I suppose”

“Mortals and your fascination with filmed entertainment” Nick mused, and she turned to look at him, sprawled out on her bed like it was his own, surrounded by books and notebooks.

“I’m a witch, Scratch,” She said teasingly.  “Just as much as you”

“Mhm” He hummed, and diverted his eyes back to his work, while (y/n) went back to her mirror.  She smiled to herself as she put on a dark shade of lipstick, rolling her lips to spread the color before turning to Nick again.

“It’s been a year,” She repeated, and he looked back up at her.  “Would you ever want to come with me again? To Greendale?”

Nick pursed his lips.  Admittedly, he had a great time with her, because he always did.  But he couldn’t stand the mortal world she’d grown up in.  Her friends had looked at him like he was a threat, and her boyfriend looked at him like he was scum.  Usually, he wouldn’t care about other people’s opinions, especially those of mortals.  But these were (y/n’s) friends, her family, and it bothered him that they despised him so much, and looked at him so strange.

“I… don’t think so, (y/n/n),” He answered unsurely, not wanting to hurt her feelings.  But she frowned, turning around in her seat completely to look at him.  “Third wheeling you and your mortal boyfriend sounds like the biggest bore of the century”

(y/n) chuckled, shaking her head.  “It’s not just him, Roz and Harvey and Theo will be there too,” She assured.  “It could be fun, you could get to know them some more”

“I’d rather staying here and getting to know you more over a bunch of mortals” He said.  She rolled her eyes but there was still a smile on her face.

“Fine, send me alone,” She said, cleaning up the slight mess she’d made.  “I’ll be back around eleven, I think, if you’re still free later tonight” She told him.  Nick grinned as he gathered all his books to get going.

“Can’t get enough of me yet?” He asked, and she laughed nodding her head.

“Yeah, let’s call it that” She replied with a playful wink that made his grin widen.

“I’ll maybe come by, the big Astrometry test is tomorrow, so I might just stay in my room and study” He explained, and she nodded as they followed each other out her door.

“Make sure you sleep,” She warned him as she locked her door.  “No more staying up all night to memorize everything you can, it’s unhealthy”

“I’ll use a focusing spell,” He replied, and she gave him a bored look, making him chuckle.  “Alright, Alright.  I’ll try,” He said.  “Maybe when you come back I’ll bring my things around and you can tell me about your boring night with mortals while I study”

“So you can tune me out?” (y/n) quirked an eyebrow at him as they walked through the hall together.  Nick laughed, shaking his head as he was about to turn down the hall of his room, while she was heading to the front doors.

“I’ll see you later, (y/l/n),” He said, kissing her cheek quickly, “Have fun tonight, be back before the witching hour”

“I always am” She grinned back at him, her cheeks pink from his kiss.

“Tell your boyfriend I said hello” He called as he walked away, making her chuckle to herself and shake her head before heading to the doors.

Nick Scratch was something else. ____

(y/n) walked into Cerberus’s with a smile and a bit of a skip in her step.  She found her friends and boyfriend in their usual booth.  She broke into a light jog and threw her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before smiling at Roz, Theo and Harvey.  They smiled, happy to see her, but she could tell that they all looked a bit nervous.

“It’s been so long,” She sighed, trying to ease the awkward tension of her not being around for weeks.  (y/n) was certain that her distance from Greendale was the reason for the tension.  “I’ve missed you guys so much”

“We’ve missed you too,” Roz said sweetly, reaching over the table and setting a hand on (y/n’s).  “How’s… school?” She asked unsurely, and (y/n) nodded her head.

“Really good, I like it a lot, I wish I could bring you guys and give you a tour”

She looked to her boyfriend, who’d remained silent ever since she’d gotten here.

“Why can’t you?” Harvey asked curiously, brows furrowed as he drank his coffee.

“Strict no mortals rules” (y/n) replied, and her boyfriend took in a sharp inhale.

“Mortals?” He asked, finally saying something, but she felt her stomach twist with discomfort.

“Yeah… you know like.. Humans”

“Like normal people?” He asked, and she looked down at her hands, unsure of what to say.

“(y/n) we know it’s not like that,” Theo said, giving his friend’s boyfriend a pointed look.  “Did you want to order something? I’ll go up to the counter with you, I want a refill”

“Uh… yeah, sure,” (y/n) answered, and followed him up to the register to order a coffee.  “Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it”

“Is everything… okay? It seemed so weird back there” (y/n) asked, wringing her hands together while she waited for his answer.

“I think it’s just been really weird without you, (y/n),” Theo explained.  “Like… unbalanced.  (y/bf/n) never wants to hang around us even, this is the first time in a while that we’ve seen him”

“Really?” (y/n) asked, glancing back at the table, where Roz and Harvey were talking and giggling, while her boyfriend just sat there on his phone and sipping coffee.  “Why? Because of me?”

“I guess,” Theo shrugged.  “He must’ve only ever hung out with us because of you”

(y/n) frowned as she stepped up to order her drink.  (y/bf/n) had always had a good time going out with her friends when she was still living in Greendale, and attended Baxter High.  Maybe she wasn’t around as much these days, but nonetheless, that shouldn’t have changed the whole group’s dynamic.

“Hey,” Theo called when (y/n) was just standing there, holding her mug of coffee.  “Are you alright?” He set a hand on her arm, face contorted into a worried expression as he looked at her.  (y/n) forced a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, just… zoned out I guess” She shook it off and they walked to the table.

The rest of their time was spent chatting, catching up on everything they’d each missed in each others lives.  It wasn’t as awkward as before, unless you count (y/bf/n) barely talking the whole night.

When the gang packed up their things and were about to leave, (y/n) followed next to him, taking his hands and smiling softly up at him.

“Hey, are you doing alright?” She asked quietly so the others that were a ways behind them wouldn’t hear.  “You seem real quiet”

“Yeah.  I’m just... thinking, (y/n)” He sighed.  The witch frowned, worried about him, and hoped he’d open up, but he didn’t.  So she pried a little further.

“What about?” She asked, and he shrugged.

“To be honest, us” He answered bluntly.  She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but he didn’t seem too happy, so she supposed bad.

“What about us…?” She questioned again, her concern seeping through her voice.

“About whether or not this is going to work” He replied, his words were harsh due to his annoyance with her pestering, and her eyes went wide in shock at the outburst.  (y/n) stopped walking.

“What?” She no longer sounded worried, but upset.  “(y/bf/n), what do you mean? What does that mean?”

“It means…” He trailed off, “I just don’t think this can work anymore”

“Why not?” She asked, brows pinching together as tears pricked her eyes.  She didn’t want to cry, it would be incredibly embarrassing if she did, but her boyfriend trying to break up with her in front of their friends would be even worse.

“You’re a witch now! It’s different!” He was angry, and the way he yelled made her skin crawl, the way he called her a witch, like it was unfamiliar in his mouth, made her bristle with anger.  “Are you a spawn of Satan?”

“It’s not like that!” She hissed back.  

Their friends were a few feet away, and could easily hear everything that was happening, but hung back so they didn’t have to get involved.  (y/n) and (y/bf/n) never fought.  Ever.

“All that’s different is I’m at a new school, so I’m not in town that much, how much of a difference does that make?” She asked, hands moving so much she was almost spilling her drink.

“Any time you don’t spend here, you spend with- with him! Your witch boyfriend!”

If she wasn’t pissed off before, she was now.

“Warlock,” Her voice was a growl.  “Are you suggesting that I’ve been cheating on you?” She spoke so low, that her friends could barely hear her from where they stand.

“If the witch sized shoe fits” (y/bf/n) muttered back.

With a large push, she shoved him in his chest, her vision was blurry from her tears now, but she no longer found it in her to care if she cried.  Her emotions clouded all her judgement.

“I can’t believe you would suggest something like that!” She yelled at him.  “I love you! I would never cheat on anyone, you know me better than that!” The tears ran freely down her cheeks now, ruining her perfected makeup and smearing mascara under her eyes.

“Do I know that!?” He yelled back.  “None of this is the same, (y/n)! Don’t be so naive to think it is.  Ever since you started going to that school you’ve been distancing yourself from here and you know it!” He accused, and she wanted to slap him across the face so badly, but refrained herself from doing so.

“You don’t love me, how could you? How could you love anything?” He asked, and she was certain that the wind was just knocked out of her.  “You’re a witch, (y/n), that makes you evil, and I want nothing do with it.  I don’t want to be anywhere around you when you snap someday and turn into full Satan-”

Now she slapped him.  Sharply across his cheek.

“I didn’t need Satan for that, did I?” She snarled.

“(y/n)!” Harvey called, walking towards them to interfere, this had gone on long enough.

“I’m going home,” She said, wiping the tears off her face and turning to walk away. “My real, home.  The Academy” She stopped part way down the sidewalk, looking at the mug she was still holding.  She groaned before just throwing it on the ground and leaving it there, shattered.

She teleported home so no one else could see her crying. ___

Nick was exhausted from all the studying he’d been doing, but he knew that (y/n) was probably back by now, so he decided to get up and head to her dorm to finish studying with her.

Did he want to hear about her night? Not really, he knew it’d be all heart eyes and sappy stuff about her boyfriend, the mortal prick, and the strange mortal things that they do for ‘fun’, but at least he’d get to be in her company and listen to her talk.  

He knocked on her door before letting himself in.  It was locked, but he had a special enchantment that let him in whenever he pleased, just like she had one into his.  It was originally for emergencies, but now they just used it whenever they pleased.

“Hey (y/n) ready to tell me about your mundane evening-?”

He spoke as he walked in and shut the door, but stopped when he realized all the lights were off, and she was in a lump of blankets on the bed.  He could hear her crying, even though she was trying to muffle it in her pillow.

“Woah, hey, (y/n/n),” Nick went over to her, pulling back the covers, but she pulled them up over her head.  “What’s going on?” He asked, hands caressing her shoulders and trying to prompt her to come out of the blankets, but she stayed put.

“I want to be alone” She mumbled.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you from under the blankets” He said.  She whipped them away, glaring at him, but it didn’t hide the fact that she’d obviously been crying for a long time.  Her eyes were red, as were her cheeks, and her lip was quivering with every breath and every word she spoke.

“I want to be alone” She said with more of a snap, before rolling over to face away from him. Nick sighed, and crawled over her to lay on the other side of the bed, where she was facing.

“What happened?” He asked softly, his hand cupping her cheek and wiping away her tears.  “Was it your friends?” He asked, but she just kept crying, and remained silent.  Nick frowned as she reached to pull the blankets up to her chin.

“I’m never going back to Greendale” She whimpered out, and fresh tears began to spill over her lashes.

Nick’s brows rose as his mouth made an ‘oh’ shape.  He hadn’t expected that.

“(y/n), you love Greendale, it’s almost freakish,” He joked, and pulled her blanket back a bit to uncover more of her face.  “Come on (y/n/n), talk to me” He said softly.

She sniffled, and pushed his hand off of her face as she wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“(y/bf/n) broke up with me,” She mumbled, meeting his eye for a moment before staring down towards her blankets.  “He said I was… evil… and that he doesn’t… doesn’t want to be around me anymore”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Nick sighed, and wrapped his arms around her blanketed self, pulling her close as she continued to cry into his chest.  “I’m sorry”

“He hates me, I know it,” She wept.  “He was so angry, you should’ve heard him, the way he called me witch”

Nick held her tighter, and tried not to let his own anger take over, so he could focus on comforting her.

“You should’ve made his teeth fall out” He told her, and he could feel her hands grasp the front material of his shirt.

“I pushed him”

“Pushed him?” Nick repeated.

“Yeah.  And then I threw a mug of coffee on the ground”

“You threw coffee on the ground?” He repeated again.

“Yeah”

Nick chuckled, and rubbed her back.

“You’re hilarious,” He told her.  “You really handled it like a champ”

She laughed, through heavy breaths and tears, but he was just happy to make her laugh.

“I thought so too” She said.  He laughed quietly again, and then they just laid there together in silence.

A long time passed, but at least she wasn’t crying anymore.

“It’s late, do you want me to go?” Nick asked after a while, but she shook her head against his chest.  

“No, I changed my mind,” She said, holding him a little tighter.  “I don’t want to be alone right now”

He nodded, but didn’t say anything else.  Just adjusted his hold on her so that he would be comfortable in his sleep. ___

It had been two months since (y/n’s) breakup, and she had to admit, she was doing pretty well.

She channeled all of her anger and hurt into doing better in her classes, and had risen to the top of her class.  And in her free time, she hung out more with Nick, which they both enjoyed, a lot.

But as good as things were going right now, they both knew that she missed Greendale.  She missed her friends, the place she grew up.  She tried to hide it, but Nick knew her better than that.

He brought it up one afternoon that they were on the front steps of the courtyard.  She had been drawing away in one of the textbooks she was supposed to be reading, and he had been pretending to be reading while thinking about the last two months with her.

“Why don’t we go to Greendale tonight?”

She scoffed, and continued drawing over an unimportant section of her book.  But then looked up to see the genuine look on his face.

“You’re serious?” She asked, brow furrowing when he nods.  “Why the Heaven would I want to do that?”

“Is me going not incentive enough?” He asked, and she laughed humorlessly.

“No, it isn’t,” She answered.  “Maybe when I’m dead, I’ll go back to haunt the place” Nick rolled his eyes, leaning against the railing wall of the stairs.  “Don’t you roll your eyes at me Nicholas I’m just… not ready, I don’t think”

“Yeah you are, it’ll be fun.  We’re going” He decided, and finally started to read his book.  (y/n) stared at him, her mouth agape and eyes wide.

“What? No we aren’t-”

“We are” He said firmly, a playful smirk on his face.  (y/n’s) expression turned into a bored one as she stared at him.  She knew he wouldn’t back down, and she also knew she was dying for something from Cerberus’s.

“Fine,” She grumbled, trying to hide her smile as she went back to drawing.  “But I won’t be happy about it”

“Mhm, sure” Nick hummed. ___

“I don’t get why you want to do this so bad,” (y/n) said as they walked side by side along the sidewalks.  “What do you get out of it?”

“Time with you, of course,” He grinned big, but she just rolled her eyes and stuck her hands in her pockets.  “You’ve been begging me all year to come into town with you more, and now I am”

“But I hate it here” (y/n) grumbled.  Nick gave her a look in response.

“No you don’t,” He stated.  “You want to, I know that, I get that, but you don’t”

“Why do you know me so well?” She asked, a slight roll in her eyes from feigned annoyance.

“Because you spend just about every waking minute with me,” He grinned, and again, she rolled her eyes.  “You’ve changed, (y/n), you used to beg me to come to town with you, and now I had to beg you” He nudged her arm with his elbow as they waked, and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Heartbreak will do that to a person,” She mumbled down to the sidewalk, and then glanced over at Nick.  “I’m not the same, but I’m still… me… I think I just needed some space from here for a while.  A little distance to… move on”

“Moving on doesn’t have to mean forgetting everything and leaving it behind” Nick said.  She smiled sadly at him, and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” She said softly.  “Cerberus’s is right up here, let’s get some co-”

She cut herself short as she looked into the small diner, and right there, sitting by the large picture window of the store front, was (y/bf/n).  With another girl, a junior that (y/n) recognized from Baxter High.

“(y/n)?” Nicholas questioned, and followed her line of sight into the coffeehouse.

The witch had frozen up as she watched the sight in front of her.  All she could focus on was how he smiled at her, how he was laughing at what she was telling her, how he leaned in across the table to whisper, his attention fully on hers.

“Ah… the ex,” Nick hummed, before taking her hand and forcing her attention back on to him.  She didn’t look like she was going to cry, but her expression was carefully crafted as not to let any of her emotions show.  “You want to go somewhere else?” He asked quietly.

(y/n) took a deep breath, looking back to the window, and then to Nick again.

“No,” She stated firmly.  “We came here so you and I could get coffee, and we’re gonna get coffee”

Nick smiled at her, and just as he was about to release her hand and walk towards the diner, she interlocked their fingers and tightened her grip a bit.

“Just don’t… vanish” She said unsurely, the nerves of walking into Cerberus’s with Nick, in front of her ex, were starting to eat away at her insides.

“Vanish? And leave you behind?” He asked, almost teasingly.  “I would never”

She laughed quietly as they walked inside, the little bell of the door ringing and announcing their presence.  (y/n) made sure that she didn’t even look (y/bf/n’s) way as they walked past and settled in their own booth.

“You look nervous,” Nick commented as he sat across from her.  “Relax, it’s just you and me here, and you have to tell me what I’m supposed to order because I don’t know what any of this means”

They were laughing as he handed his menu to her in defeat, and they both leaned in close while (y/n) told him the various types of drinks he could order.

“I can’t believe you drink this stuff so late,” Nick said, as he finally settled on a simple cappuccino.  “How does the caffeine not keep you up?”

“It does,” (y/n) answered, making him chuckle again.  “But it’s worth it”

They talked and laughed quietly amongst themselves while drinking their coffee.  It was nice, and for a little while, it felt like they were the only two in the the shop.

(y/n) almost forgot about her ex boyfriend that was just across the diner.

She’d been telling Nick adamantly about her studies in demonology, when a figure walked up next to their booth.  Nick had looked up before she had, and couldn’t help the smug look that came over him as he stared down the guy.

He looked him up and down as though it was his first time seeing (y/ex/n) and realized, perhaps for the first time, that not only could he take this guy, he had him beat in every single category.

(y/n) did not have the same reaction as Nicholas did when she looked up at him.  Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, her throat closed up, prohibiting her from forming any words.

Until eventually, “(y/ex/n)”

He smiled, albeit awkwardly, under the intense glare of Nicholas, and the confused glances that (y/n) was shooting at him.

“Hey, (y/n/n),” He greeted, and Nick rolled his eyes at the lame nickname.  “How’ve you been?”

(y/n) looked to Nick, as if she was asking if she should even say anything to him.  She opened her mouth, but then close it again, unsure of what to even say.

“Busy” Nick answered for her when she began to trace her fingers around her mug.  She tended to fiddle with things when she was anxious.  (y/ex/n) nodded, and licked his lips as he looked from (y/n) to Nick now.  His eyes narrowed for a moment, and Nick smirked back at him.

“Yeah,” (y/n) chimed in.  “Pretty busy.  Witch stuff, you know?”

Nick chuckled at her response, his fingers moving to cover his mouth, like he cared whether or not he appeared rude.

“You?” (y/n) replied, but he interest sounded incredibly fake a she batted her eyes and forced a smile on her lips.

“Also busy.  Girlfriend stuff, you know?” He mocked.  (y/n) only had a moment to be taken aback before Nick spoke up again.

“Right, why don’t you get back to that before you ruin it again, why don’t you?” He said, sitting up a little straighter.  And when (y/ex/n) squared his shoulders and opened his mouth to argue back, Nick stood up, and clapped a hand on the guy’s shoulder.  “I don’t repeat myself.  But I’m gonna give you this chance to walk back to your table, tail between your legs, and sit back down.  Satan doesn’t give you very many chances at these things”

(y/ex/n) grimaced, but the expression on Nick’s face was threatening now, and at least he was smart enough to give up and go back to his own table.

“Well.  You look great.  See you another time”

(y/n) watched him walk away, eyes wide as she stared at his back.  She was carefully steadying her breathing, but the rise and fall of her chest was obvious to Nick.

“Hey,” He said quietly, sitting back in his seat and reaching his hand across the table, setting it on hers.  “You wanna get out of here?”

She nodded, and they both placed some money on the table, and walked quickly to the door.  She kept her hand on Nick’s arm the whole way out, like he was grounding her.

“Thanks for making me come out tonight” She said, and he frowned, feeling terrible about how their night went.  He just wanted her to come back to Greendale for a little bit, and enjoy having some time together, but now he’d just made things worse.

“I’m really sorry, (y/n), I just wanted you to come home for a little bit, it’d been so long and I… I shouldn’t have gotten involved”

(y/n) stopped walking, and shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

“No, I meant it,” She told him.  “I’m glad you brought me out tonight, really, Nick” She said, her smile growing a little bit.  She squeezed both of his hands in hers for a moment.  “It was a little strange but… before that it was… nice” She spoke slowly, nervously, and her hands let go of his.

“Yeah?” He asked, smiling back at her, and she nodded, a pink blush now on her cheeks.  “Good” He grinned completely now, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her into his side as they continued their walk.  She giggled quietly, wrapping her arm around his back as they kept walking in that position.

“We going home?”

“Why don’t we go see a movie?” He proposed.  “Even if we run into more of your exes, they won’t be able to talk to us since we’ll be in a theater”

She laughed again, and nodded.

“Yeah, sure, why not” ___

The rest of the night was spent stuck close together.  Even throughout the movie, Nicholas kept his arm around her, and eventually she grew confident enough to lay her head against his shoulder.

The longer she rested the there, the less she focused on the movie, and more she thought about Nick.

He’d done everything he could to make sure she had a good night.  All he’d wanted was for her to have a good night, and be able to still enjoy her hometown, besides the bad memories that lurked in it.

And even before tonight, when she refused to leave the Academy, and she knew she was being difficult, he was still there, every step of the way as she got over (y/ex/n).  He never left her for a second.

(y/n) glanced up at him for a moment, and smiled to herself before tucking her head against his shoulder again, and reaching out to take his open hand.

Nicholas was a bit surprised, since he was always the one who initiated physical contact, but it was nice nonetheless, so he let her intertwine their fingers throughout the rest of the film. ___

“You know, for a mortal film, that wasn’t so bad,” Nick said as they left the theater, still hand in hand as they walked back towards the Academy.  “Maybe the mortal world isn’t a total waste of space,” He added, grinning down at (y/n), who hadn’t spoken since they left the theater.  “Hey, you alright, witch?” He asked, slowing down a bit as he realized that she hadn’t said a word.

“Why’d you want to come to Greendale if you hate it so much?” (y/n) asked curiously.

“What? So you’d come home for a little while and not completely abandon it,” He said, like it was obvious.  “You had me worried for a while, I really thought you’d lock yourself up in your dorm at the Academy forever- what is it?”

Her eyes had watered up, and the smile on her lips couldn’t stretch further if she wanted it to.  She was looking at him in a new light, in a new way, and he could tell.

“(y/n)?” He asked, brows furrowing as he watched as she just stood there, smiling at him.

She was still staring at him, before she stepped forward and held his jaw in her small hands.  He looked confused, but she was smiling and she looked so happy that he didn’t care what she was doing.

“Thank you” She told him, quietly, before leaning up on the tips of her toes, and pressing her lips against his.  Even though the action took him by surprise, he kissed her back, but just as his hands set on her hips, she pulled away, smile still on her lips.

“Not that I’m unappreciative, because here in a minute I’m going to do that again,” He spoke, making her let out a small giggle, her thumb swiping gently back and forth along his jaw.  “But what are you thanking me for?”

“Because you hate it here.  But you came here with me anyways, so that I wouldn’t shut out my mortal roots, and the life I lived before I came to the Academy,” She explained.  “(y/ex/n) was never able to accept both parts of me”

It took a minute, and his brows stitched together, still a bit surprised, but Nick smiled back at her, his hands reaching up to cup around her face before pulling her lips against his again, kissing her deeply this time.

The way he’d always wanted to kiss her.

When they parted, the blush on her cheeks was everything he’d ever wanted to see on her.

“Come on dork, let’s go home” He said, pulling her into his side and kissing the top of her head as they continued their walk.

“Let’s just teleport” She suggested, but he shook his head.

“I’d rather walk with you” He told her, only to make her giggle and grin again.  She leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked back home together.

“Okay” She murmured.

And they did just that, and walked home.

tagged: @reblogserpent @strawberryfields-forever

xoxo ~ jordie

[lovemesomesurveys]

THE BASICS

Name: Stephanie. Gender: Female. Age: 31. Birthday: July 28th.

Race: Caucasian, Mexican, Filipino. School/Grade: I’m done with school. Job: Unemployed. Status: Single. Hometown: Somewhere in California. Current Town: Same place. Parents Still Together?: Yes. Siblings Two brothers. Pets: One doggo named Princess Leia.  Smoker: Nope. Drinker: Nope. Virgin: Yes. Orientation: Straight.

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Naturally dark brown. Is It Dyed?: I’ve been dyeing it red the past 5 years. I’m way overdue now, though, so a lot of my natural hair color is showing. Eye Color: Brown. Height: Like 5′4. Style: Super casual. Glasses/Contacts/None?: Glasses. Freckles: Yes. Body Type: Thin. Shoe Size: 6 in US women’s.  Piercings: Just my earlobes.  Want More?: Nah. Tattoos?: No. Want More?: -- Braces?: No. Overall Best Feature: Nothing. Overall Worst Feature: Everything. Do you get most of your traits from mom or dad?: I’m told I look like my mom, but I do have distinct features of my dad’s. 

LIKES/DISLIKES

Favorite Color: Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, yellow. Worst Color: Brown. Favorite Number: 8. Favorite Animal: Doggos and giraffes. Least Favorite Animal: I’m terrified of killer whales. Favorite Flower: I don’t really have one. Favorite Food: Boneless wings, chicken tenders, ramen, pasta, eggs, turkey or bologna sandwiches, pizza. Worst Food: Seafood. Favorite Junk Food: Chips and dip. Worst Junk Food: Uhh. Favorite Restaraunt: Wingstop. Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, birthday cake. Favorite Candy: White chocolate. Favorite Alcoholic Drink: None. Favorite NON Alcoholic Drink: Coffee, Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink, Coke, Cherry Coke, Wild Cherry Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew, Chocolate and strawberry Yoo-Hoo. Worst Alcoholic Drink: All of ‘em. Worst NON Alcoholic Drink: I’m not a fan of sparkling water or Ginger Ale. Favorite Genre of Music: I like variety. Worst Genre: Hmm. Favorite Band/Artist: I have several. Worst Band/Artist: Uhh. Favorite Song: I have many. Worst Song: There’s a lot I don’t like as well. Favorite Radio Station: I dont listen to the radio anymore. Favorite Book: I couldn’t possibly choose just one. Worst Book: Fifty Shades of Gray series. :X Favorite Type of Movie: I like variety. Worst Type of Movie I don’t find ones like Step Brothers, The Hangover, Pineapple Express, etc funny or entertaining.  Favorite Movie: I have many. Worst Movie Ever: Ones where I feel confused or unsatisfied with the ending, like too much was left unanswered.  Favorite TV Show: I have many. Wost TV Show?: I don’t get the appeal of ones like The Big Bang Theory or 2 Broke Girls. Newer sitcoms seem to be getting worse. Favorite Season of the Year: Fall and winter. Worst Season: S u m m e r. Best Friend: My mom. Worst Enemy: Myself. Favorite Day of the Week: I don’t have one; my days all loop together. Least Favorite Day of the Week: Okay, I do have a least favorite, which is Thursday, because I have a weekly doctor appointment that day. Especially now because things are going well, so that day just really sucks. Favorite Sport: None. Sport You Hate: Not a fan of any sport. One thing you cant get enough of: Sleep. One thing you hate more than anything: My current situation.

LOVE LIFE

Are You Single?: Very. If not, who is your bf/gf?: -- How Long Have You Been Together?: -- Do You Have a Crush On Anyone Right Now?: Nope. First Kiss: My boyfriend at the time, Derek. Ever Kiss in the Rain?: No. In a Movie Theater?: No. Underwater?: No. First Love: Joseph. Have you ever Cheated on Anyone?: No. Been Cheated on?: No. Used Someone?: Yes. :/ Been used?: Yes. Lied to your bf/gf?: Yes. Ever Made out With Just a Friend?: Yes. Do you Flirt a Lot?: No, definitely not. Longest Relationship: Joseph and I’s 3 year thing we had. Shortest: A few months. Have you Ever Gotten a Poem?: Yes. Ever Get Flowers?: Not from a significant other or romantic interest, no. Do you Believe in Love at First Sight?: No. Do you Believe in "The One"?: I thought I found him, but I guess not. Do you Fall in Love Fast?: I did fall fast. It’s been a few years now since I’ve been interested in or had feelings like that or someone and I wonder if I’d still be like that or not. Ever cried over someone of the opposite sex?: Too many times. Ever Been Dumped?: Yes. Ever dumped someone?: Yes. Ever been rejected?: Yes. Ever dated someone more than once?: Yes. Do you ever make the first move? I’m not one to make the first move. Double dates or single?: Double dates can be fun now and then as well. Do you want to get married?: No. Hair Color: My preference for a guy’s hair color? I don’t care. Short or long?: Short. Eye color?: I don’t care. Style: Jeans and tee are fine with me. Oh, and plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Age: Around my age, but not younger. Height: Well, just about everyone is taller than me. Muscular or skinny?: Some muscle. Boxers or Breifs?: I don’t really care. Do you care about looks?: I can’t say I don’t at all, but there’s a lot more to it than that.

OTHER QUESTIONS

Can you drive?: Nope. Do you have a car?: No, cause I don’t drive. Do you have a cell phone?: Yes. Are you online a lot?: Yeppp. Can you speak another language?: Not fluently, but some Spanish. Do you do well in school?: I did, yeah. Do you collect anything?: Giraffe stuffed animals and knickknacks. Have an obsession?: Coffee? Do you hate yourself?: :/ Ever smile for no reason?: There’s generally a reason.  Talk to yourself?: I think out loud. Do you have any regrets?: Yeah, a few. :/ Believe in magick?: No. Sex before marriage?: Do what you what you feel comfortable with. Do you trust people easily?: No. Forgive easily?: Yes. Too easily sometimes. Do you have a secret no one knows?: Maybe. Do you get along with your parents?: Yes. My mom and I, especially. She’s my best friend. What about other people?: Yeah. How do you vent your anger?: Cry, ramble in a survey or on Twitter to the void. Goal Before you die?: Hopefully get my shit together and make something of my life. Biggest Fear: Losing my loved ones, getting worse health wise, never getting my shit together and making something of my life... Beggest Weakness: I’ve just become so weak in every way these past few years. Do you play an instrument?: No. What do you want to be when you grow up?: I am “grown up” and still have no idea.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Are you...

A daydreamer? Shy? Talkative? Energetic? Happy? Depressed? Funny? Boring? Mean? Nice? Caring? Trustworthy? Confident? Friendly? Smart? Sarcastic? Dependable? Quiet? Weird? Strong (emotionally)? Strong (physically)? Mature? Logical? Religious? Indesicive? Sympathetic? Polite? Creative? Fun to be around? Loveable? Easily Amused? Outgoing? Daring? Clumsy? Nosy? Lazy? Scary? Optimistic? Persuasive? A good listener? Curious? Determined? Artistic? Honest? Respectful? Concieted? Cocky? Controlling? Playful? Hot Headed? Serious? Thoughtful? Considerate? Stubborn? Romantic? Ambitious? Jealous? Insecure? Obsessive? Attentive? Helpful? Punctual? Sincere? Tolerant?

GOODBYE

Did you enjoy this survey?: It was okay. Was it too long? Nah. Do you think it contained just about everything? Sure.

[universal-kitty]

   I plan to return to my favored coping method when I need “I’m not me” time- roleplaying- but before I did that.... I wanted to talk about what happened. Why I’ve been so depressed. Why I’ve been quiet. Because for the first and last time....... I don’t have to worry about what my stepdad thinks of me.

TW: transphobia, misgendering, mentions of a lot of -isms (sexism, racism; stepdad is an ASSHOLE), mentions of suicide and depression

   TL;DR: I finally told Marshal- my stepdad- about being nonbinary. Not only did he react the way I knew he would, but my mom largely defended him before all of this and even said my pronouns were “confusing” to her. I had been hoping to have support from her, so this broke my heart. I officially don’t live with them anymore, but I struggle to find a single place to be in, due to my boyfriend’s dad being uncomfortable with me being home without Cam (my bf).

   ....Alright, let’s get into a bit of a doozy of a story...

   It started with another fucking day of Marshal being on his bullshit. The day previous (13th), he made a comment about how “and that’s why women shouldn’t be cops,” because, while he and mom were watching a true crime show, a woman police officer brought up an acronym. Mom guessed it, was wrong, and Marshal brought that out there.

   Yikes.

   The day of, he was watching a kid’s movie with his daughters (the younger three; the movie was Hotel Transylvania) and he wanted to know if there was a derogatory term for Irish people. He was going with “potato eaters”, but wasn’t sure if that was right, or if there was anything worse he could be saying. (And he wanted to know so he could say it.) He tried to ask mom, citing a Jewish slur, but she said she didn’t know so he could shrug and go back to “potato eaters.”

   After they left to go to a birthday party, I overheard a video on his phone mention “...the hypocrisy of the left...” and decided maybe it was time I had enough.

   ....Except she defended him when I brought it up. “Oh, he’s half-Irish, so....” “We can’t change what he believes in. He was raised like that and the construction site reinforces his views. Even Google shows him more and more of that kind of thing.”

   I got understandably upset that my mom was defending him and didn’t understand why I’d be feeling unsafe around someone like that. I left to go back on the computer and talk to friends. Buuuut because I was in tears at that point, mom felt like it was time to pursue the issue.....by standing right next to me. The monitor was HUGE on the family computer. (My laptop wasn’t at the house due to it crashing the internet a lot.) So I felt even MORE cornered.

   In came a talk about MY GENDER turning into politics. How Republicans and Democrats don’t talk anymore, how the parties think of each other like family, and it just sucks, to her. I bring it back to the ACTUAL talking point..... Only to get the reaction I mentioned in the TL;DR: she thinks that singular “they” is weird and not viable for pronoun usage. No matter what I say or try to.

   My sobbing draws out Marshal from upstairs, who asks what’s going on. I decide to power through and talk about what’s been delayed for months, if not almost a full year... I’m nonbinary and want he/they pronouns.

   See, though... His mom had called him when I attempted “social suicide” on Facebook, coming out originally. Despite having explained myself and my gender/sexualities, miss grandma decided to tell this to Marshal as, “I think there’s something wrong with Rachel.”

   .....Which was then followed up with what I knew was coming: “I think there’s something wrong with you. I think you hate your body. You’re always going to be a beautiful girl to me.”

   Now, maybe it wasn’t a wise thing to scream. (Did feel good, though. Emotional turmoil calls for a good scream, even if I still wonder if I frightened our neighbors.) It was a less wise thing to hit myself... Though I also thought Marshal had left the room. He had not; instead hovering at the bottom of the stairs or on the stairs themselves, hovering over us.

   .....It’s an emotional situation, I do lash out in screams, and I’m not proud of it. But I do want to note that it’s hard to be autistic and talk about things like this when NOBODY ELSE is the mediator. (I talk about my dad a lot when it comes to this part. He took me being polyam very well, as though he didn’t understand it, he made sure to deescalate my panic and explain it more in-depth, so he could get a better idea of what it is I’m doing. Why it’s healthy, why it makes me happy... Stuff like that. Ending it with, “If it makes you happy, awesome.”)

   Mom? She....wasn’t doing much, at that point. Sitting in a chair and sobbing. Misgendering me- literally- behind my back. “She thinks you’re not accepting her.” (Because he isn’t? Duh?)

   Long story short of Marshal also trying to needle mom into saying something against him, as the only religious person in the room has decided he feels VERY attacked and wants to hear his wife say some shit, too..... Cam shows up to pick me up. I stumble out of the house in slip on shoes and a pair of ancient PE shorts.

   ....Went back later to pick up some stuff w/ him and a friend of ours in silence. Mom was still crying. She’d try to eventually use that against me to paint herself the victim and gaslight me into making ME feel awful for....... [checks notes] Wanting my gender to be respected.

   I made another semi-bad decision of making a FB post talking about my anger and mentioning LBGT+ suicides, because being perceived as only female was really putting a damper on my mood, on coming back every day (after hanging out with Cam) and dealing with depression. I was NOT happy in that house and it definitely was a rising factor in why I often felt hopeless and, well, depressed.

   I let my friends respond to family since I was gonna be out anyways and I also trust these people with my life. I very commonly mince my words or try to give some ground out of politeness, thus never really getting far when it comes to arguments. (Everyone always seems smarter than me and I end up feeling so stupid after....) Of course, that then resulted in my mom and Elo’s mom feeling targeted and attacked by my friends and boyfriend (who had EVEN MORE RIGHT to say shit), apparently the latter even going on to say this was a “family matter” and my friends (and boyfriend!!) had no place in it.

   ....Except I let them and the only negatives that came from that was my mom having to face facts that she WAS gaslighting me. Oh, and didn’t use my pronouns until AFTER a friend of mine called her out for it. But okay.

.:.

   At this point in time, I....definitely am bitter on how my mom has chosen to go about certain things- the gaslighting and a convo on Insta (that I have screenshotted) where she said “if you cut out all the people who have different opinions from you, you’re going to lose a lot of people”- but I’m not as mad at her as I used to be? (Or maybe it’s the gaslighting. I can’t tell anymore.) It just hurts a shitton to realize that the only reason I couldn’t talk this out with her.....was because of Marshal.

   She wanted to play both sides and that isn’t POSSIBLE when “both sides” are “choose between your LGBT+ child or the racist, sexist, transphobic breadwinner and father to 3 kids.” You know who she’d choose. And she did.

   (Also, consider that “different opinions” should REALLY mean “we agree on some things, disagree on others, but that open-mindedness keeps us close” and NOT “befriend a person who makes suicide jokes, thinks your gender is a fad/fake, and makes racist remarks, “but it’s just a joke, bro”.” Like?? Just me????)

   Definitely pissed at Marshal, though. That’s been a constant from day one of me realizing how garbage he is. Even a friend who defended my mom said fuck him, which really goes to show how awful the man is, without needing to know all of the other things he’s said before. (And he’s said a LOT.) And he’s also the reason that I’m not going back to the house. Why I’m going to try to be moving out.

   If it was just my mom, I’d consider it. I’d give it a month to think about things and what I want to do, where I want to go...but Marshal involved? No thanks. Never again. She thinks I’m going to “get a dose of reality” and come crawling back home? Nope. And if she keeps talking like that, none of my future kids are going to meet grandma. >:/

[extreme-close-up-woooaah]

breakfast club headcanons V

andrew - first things first i think that we can all agree that this man is in fact a jean cuffer, he’s a bi man - he had braces from 7th grade to junior year and gets very embarrassed of  precious old photos of younger him - okay so, i need to elaborate on this boys family life, it’s insane - this boy is brothers with the kid in the police office in ferris buellers day off (his name is garth volbeck) and they have a sister named judy because garth mentions her - yes i did this because they are brothers irl and have different last names irl (but for different reasons)  - and their parents divorced a year before the breakfast club so their mother (a very sweet lady who loves her kids no matter what and respects them, she can also bake and she taught andrew to respect woman) she already moved out into another house in another neighborhood - so andrew lives with his dad sadly, and has a hard time escaping it all, garth is in between everything and judy lives with their mother by choice because of obvious reasons - okay hopefully ya’ll understand that :) - next things next this man (even out of my au) grows up to be a librarian - the story to how that happened is kind of upsetting, i don’t want anyone to feel in any way triggered or upset by this so... T W: don’t read if sensitive to stuff like verbal abuse - after highschool he got into a college for wrestling and did his thing and then after that he got onto the wrestling team his dad coaches - andrew had joined but it had drained him, his mental health was deteriorating to say the least - eventually he started to feel pain in his knee but his father kept pushing him and pushing him until he couldn’t take it anymore - he knee gave out  - i’m not educated enough to say why but all i know is that he couldn’t wrestle anymore and was useless in his fathers eyes - his father said very mean things to him and left him at a telephone booth with very little money, enough to get a burger at a mcdonalds, he called garth - asked him to take him to the hospital, he was shaky on the phone but his brother understood and came to pick him up - the ride was completely silent and understandably so, but andrew ended up crying in the passenger seat, he was kind of cold too  T W over: enjoy the rest :) - uh soooo ONCE AGAIN i am NOT educated enough to say what happened to his knee but he ended up having some chronic knee thing and it was only going to get worse and he needed a knee brace for it  - he ends up staying at garth and his boyfriends house (sorry to anyone who thinks brian should just be on his own, me and my bf ship brian and garth like a couple of dorks U-U so please do ignore it if you don’t like it or think of them as roommates :>)  - he ended up getting a job at the local library and he was pretty good at it, this library in particular was very safe and a tame - perfect, so he ended up getting the money from it and a small loan from his brother and getting his own apartment eventually  - he built his life back up and he’d end up in a comfortable house with a cat and perhaps a husband or wife A H E M bENDer - okay now on to the good stuff, lead your mind back to kindergarten - when he was younger he liked the colors pink and purple and he likes blue omg bi pride  but he ended up getting scolded for it from his dad so he vowed his whole life to hate those three things because he thought this was the normal way to live - which would explain why he’d say he hates cats but then meet one or even own one and get crazy attached to it and even name it - him and his brother wrestled around a lot but when it came to their sister they’d never hurt her, she (age: 3) was BRUTAL to them, they all look back and laugh on it later - he’s a middle child but oddly he crushes the idea of middle child syndrome because he gets too much unwanted attention from his dad, garth is two years older, his sister is three years under - in middle school he was kinda awkward and even in highschool wasn’t the most popular kid, he was good at wrestling and considered to be the best of them but girls liked the louder ones better, he’s kind of quiet - he’s got “terrible taste” in clothes according to the entirety of the breakfast club, he dresses like an old man when he’s older, but like an ancient man like me  like full on plaid pants blue shirt tan cardigan kinda thingy - when he’s younger he stays sporty on days where he has a meet but some days my man wears a yucky polo and plaid pants and a big belt once again some ugly old man stuff that i’d wear - he’s a door mat, push over, he cannot say no and that’s one of his main issues NOT PROJECTION but like me 😎 - he’s extremely polite and tries his best at being nice and respectful toward everyone but when it comes to standing up for himself in particular against people who aren’t specifically bender, he’s lost and kinda just ignores it and lets it happen - bender finally gets him to snap cause andrew wouldn’t let anyone hurt his friends or even just a person in general - he’s a little on edge for the rest of his time in detention - ya’ll okay sorry bout this, but the breakfast club is just a group of stuffed animal hoarders, he’s got a regular old teddy bear at his MOMS house so it’s safe :) - lil spoon  - cozy man wears sweaters - OH he’s super short, not a headcanon, HECK its not projection, i just enjoy the fact that he’s short and blonde like meee :} lets appreciate the tiny boy shall we? - his letterman is a size too big because he was told he’d grow into it, he is cozy - he’s at his happiest when he’s a. with his friends b. on a chair with a cat or c. outside in autumn time  - bender makes andrew a small angry bi whenever he’s around, andrew has a lot of pent up anger and he’s a little uptight and bender shakes him loose and gets him annoyed and then continues to baby voice him about how much he loves him in a funny sorta way, mostly when they were younger - andy and allison are super close and tell each other almost everything, they have coffee together and talk about how everything is every now and then, more often when they’re older - benders strong so he’ll give everyone piggy backs, usually he surprise attacks andy tho and picks him up, or if they walk home all together after school, whoevers tired, if its andrew he’ll be gentle in that circumstance - brian and andrew like books, one grows up to be an author and the other a librarian, and once andy discovers his book in his library he smiles and checks it out to read - claire and andy are closer when they’re older, they talk about their shared experiences as a kid and how they ended up where they are and they talk about how lucky they are compared to others - when they were younger claire used to try and show the boys style, bender is already a fashionista but claire picks out some cool ties for him with wacky designs on them, he wears those to work when he’s older - brian enjoys it but only to buy a pair of new shoes, perhaps some loafers and a cool button up - claire has to pick out clothes for andy because andy doesn’t know what he likes quite yet, claire ends up teaching him how to cuff his jeans and :)))))) okay i’ll stop - around christmas, andrew gets the worst gifts, he tries so so hard but he can never seem to get it right, bender gets a kick out of it :}  - in the au they have a cat named mr.ravioli because bender made raviolis and the cat began to feast on them without them knowing so they decided that’d be his name i’ll stop here but it’s not the last part of this series of headcanons, i will write more, some future ones being for all of them together, and then a fbdo bttf pretty in pink cross over where all the cool kidz hang together!! sorry this was so long ;<; i didn’t mean to absolutely pour out my heart but i love andrew and he deserves some headcanons :} i hope their not too bad ;w;

[nightowlfandom]

Yandere/Crazy! Kim Namjoon- Body Heat (Part 2)

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Also I have been listening to you guys. Some of you guys actually enjoy a little bit of fright with your fan fic so HERE IS YOUR WARNING YANDERE CRAZY BOY AND BLOODY AND AAAAHH

Do not read if you do not want to read the dark side of yandere I’ll ever put a warning so you guys know where to skip. Also I do not encourage dating or fucking a yandere who legit hurts people for you, this is just a fantasy and should never translate into real life. Especially when you’re using celebrities’ likenesses. This is strictly for fun and please do not forget that. Yandere bf’s are cute in theory until they start all the stabby stabby

Read Part 1

Leggo.

...

Namjoon shot up in bed, a loud gasp ripping through his throat. An ungodly horrible pain went through his head as he ripped himself from his nightmarish sleep. He looked around frantically, staring at the glass of water on his bedside table. Without thinking, he snatched it off the table and downed the whole glass.

“Ugh...” he groaned, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He frantically searched the area for you. His thoughts were but to rest when he looked to his side and saw your soundly sleeping body. He stared at your face, the rise and fall of your chest and the slight mumbled that left your mouth with each breath you took.

Good, he hadn’t lost you. He couldn’t imagine losing you. Ever. Even his thoughts loved to play mind games with him, but he wouldn’t allow that to happen. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your cheek, shutting his eyes tightly. His damn nightmares were getting the best of him again.

You had spent the night at Namjoon’s house one night after a special night. Oh, the feeling your your hot body moving is sweet synchronization with his. It made him want to wake you up and take you again.

He was knocked out of his trance when he saw your phone vibrating on the other bedside table on the side of which you were sleeping. Curiously, he grabbed it. He put in the password you so cutely gave him.

“Hmm what do we have here.” he mused quietly.

It was a text from who he assumed to be Jay. (Even though his Caller I.D was labeled “My First Mistake”)

Listen Y/N! That guy you were with! I’m trying to tell you he’s insane! He threatened to kill and feed me to you.

A low, quiet growl left Namjoon throat. “Jay, Jay...Jay.” he clenched his fist. “You should have kept your mouth shut.”he shook his head.” I’ll be sure to take care of you later...”

You groaned, turning in your sleep.”Namjoon? You’re awake?” you yawned, sitting up. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning.” he put on a fake smile, even though his rage was slowly building. “Your phone was going off and I didn’t want to wake you.” he showed your your phone screen. “Did I wake you?”

“Oh no, Namjoon you weren’t meant to see that. “you said sheepishly, looking down. “Are you mad at me?”

“Never.” he traced his fingers under your jawline. “I just wanna know why he’s saying this.”

“Well after than night.” you scratched the back of your neck. “He kept bad mouthing you to me, saying you were a psychopath and that you were gonna kill him.” you chuckled. “That if I wasn’t careful you could do something to me too.”

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully acting as if this was a surprise. Even though deep down he was dead serious. “I see...”

“I tried telling him to just leave me alone and that any chance he had of trying to scare me right back into his grip was impossible.” you rolled your eyes. “If you were a psychopath, I think I’d know by now.” you mumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey.” Namjoon put your phone down. “If Jay texts you again...tell me.”

“Wait what?” you raised an eyebrow. “May I ask why?”

“Knowing him, he’d probably take other measures.” he kissed your nose. “I don’t want that.”

“Okay.” you nodded.

“Yeah?” he made sure you were serious. “Promise?” he got closer to you until your noses were touching.

“Yes.” you nodded, making him smile a little. Namjoon kissed your lips slowly, reveling in the feel of your soft lips against his. You were already starting to turn into the perfect obedient princess he knew you were deep down. He wanted you to stay with him, for a long, long, time. But....he couldn’t do that when there were obstacles in his way. Jay, for example and any other old flame of your that decided to make an appearance.

“Good girl.” he mumbled. “Very good.” He gently held the back of your head, reveling in your taste, in your touch. Out of sheer want, he abruptly pulled you into his lap. He was just sleeping but his tiredness was replaced by his primal list for you, and he was about to feed that demon again.

He tiredly pinned you to the bed, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. His tongue lashed against your warm flesh, sucking on the sensitive skin. He would have sunk his teeth into your shoulder but he wanted to wait.

“Hey. We were just at this a while ago.” you jokingly whined, making him chuckle. “How much stamina do you have?”

“I could go on forever without sleep if it meant I could use you to...charge me.” he smirked as he felt those familiar, but beautiful goosebumps rise on your skin. This time, he crashed his mouth over yours, hooking his arms around your legs.

Your bare bodies were flush against each other, you could feel Namjoon’s warmth from within your core and your body ached for more of his touch even more. Namjoon kissed down your body, tracing his warm mouth over the slope of your chest. He left hot open mouthed kissed over your collarbones, making you gasp.

That gasp, it was enough to make a growl erupt from his throat.

His previous thoughts of that nightmare had vanished, now he wanted you.

...

You were sitting in a cafe alone, texting Namjoon. He had been texting you all day, without even hesitating to reply. Not those short, dodgy, one worded, simple minded responses. His replies to your messages made you feel special like he really did care how you day was instead of asking just to ask.

You had sent him a picture of you making a funny face with your usual beverage in hand and were waiting for him to reply. You were pretty much enjoying it when Jay burst in.

Y/N, I knew you’d be here.” he sat in front of you.

“What do you want?” you asked boredly. “I’m busy.”

“Did you get my text?” he asked.

“About Namjoon being crazy?...Yeah and I gotta admit your humor sucks.” you sighed. “I don’t get it. You want me to be miserable don’t you. I was miserable with you, then I was miserable without you, then i got over you and then you made me feel miserable for trying to move on and now you want me to break relations with the first guy I genuinely like so I can be miserable again?” you ranted, losing track of how many times the word ‘miserable’ came out of your mouth.

“Listen, I’m telling you the guy is nuts!” he sighed. “He said he was gonna kill me if he ever saw me again. He threatened to lock me in his basement!”

“Now you’re just being dumb.” you shook your head. “You make it sound like he’s a character from those animes you made fun of me for watching.”

“He might as well be! I had a few people follow him.”

“That’s against the law.” you crossed your arms. “He could sue you if he found out.”

“Listen! One of my buddies caught him ON FILM beating the absolute shit out of a guy three days ago.” Suddenly an Ipad was slid in front of you. You could very evidently see Namjoon’s face on the thumbnail or maybe not...he was wearing a mask but the hair was a complete match. “Give me five minutes.”

You promised Namjoon, but now you were curious...what exactly was on this video? You had to find out....what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. (Or you....you hoped.)

You put in the air pods that he had given you and pressed play.

(If you don’t want to read yandere crazy boy killing then please skip this part. I will alert you in bold print when you can continue to read.)

You saw Namjoon or whoever this doppleganger was throw the first punch, it was so aggressive that the male stumbled back and you soon saw the face of the other male. It was your perverted landlord. You had told Namjoon about him and his words were.

If I see him, I’ll have a little chat with him.

You didn’t realize it meant beating the living tar out of him.

“Oh my god.” your jaw dropped as Namjoon basically body slammed the much bigger and stronger opponent. You couldn’t hear or understand what he was saying. He was switching back and forth between English and Korean and was talking way too fast to comprehend either language.

“You worthless piece of.....” you watch the bottom of Namjoon’s show become acquainted with the guy’s knee. If he could still walk after that then he was lucky. He kicked the guy in the nose and to make matters worse, Namjoon grabbed the landlord by the back of his shirt collar and drug him across the concrete, slamming his head into the side of the dumpster.

Your heart dropped when you saw him whip out a knife and stalk towards the landlord. A terrifyingly delighted laughter ripped from Namjoon’s lungs as he raised the knife. All you could say was you had never seen so much blood in your life come out of a single wound.

“....Now...have I made myself clear or do you need me to explain further?”

(Okay, you can look up now, violent part is over.)

“Don’t make me watch anymore.” you pressed pause. You were scared of what was gonna happen. “H-how did you find him. W-where was this recorded?!?” you tried to keep your voice hushed. You ripped out each airpod and threw them at him, not caring if he had to fumble to catch both.

“We saw him at the night market...” Jay replied, looking down at his knuckled. “He’s bad news Y/N. I know you hate me...but if anything happens.” he slipped a piece of paper towards you. “This is my sister’s phone number, she’ll help you out.”

You wordlessly nodded your head, you gave him his Ipad back. That Namjoon, that man...was not the Kim Namjoon you had met and grown to know so well. Your phone vibrated.

How would you like to go out to eat tonight?

Your froze. Did you want to risk it?

Sorry, I can’t....My job has me working all night.

You didn’t know for sure if you could trust him just yet. You weren’t even sure if you could believe Jay! You just needed to think.

...

You walked down the hallway to get to your apartment. On the way you were surprised (you had no idea why) too see your landlord who had a suspicious looking gauze around his arm.

“Oh Good. Boy, am I glad to see you!” you sped walk up to him. For some reason he looked weary, as if he didn’t want to be caught talking to you.

“What? Why? What do you want?” he asked quickly. Strange, usually you wouldn’t even want to talk to him and he’d come up with some stupid pickup line that made your skin crawl.

Oh...he probably didn’t know what you- Well he wasn’t dead or brutally injured...but that suspicious wrap had you thinking that maybe ....

“I wanted to check if you got my rent check, I know you have a habit of losing them.” you sighed. Correction, did he throw away the check purposely just to give you an eviction notice and scare you half to fucking death which would cause you to have to write another one and plead to him to not kick you out.

“Oh Yeah I got it don’t worry. As a matter of fact I found the other one six I lost so you won’t have to worry about rent for 7 months!” he said quickly. “No money will be taken out of your account. Bye now!” he sped walked off, clutching his arm.

“I was gonna ask you about someone taking a look at my dishwasher!” you called after him but he had bolted.

You walked into your apartment, practically leaning against the door.

“Maybe a bath will calm me down.” you mumbled, throwing your stuff down.

Before you could walk into the other room, you heard a knock on the door.

Without thinking you walked back and yaned the door open. You just weren’t suspecting Namjoon standing there.

“Oh! You!” you squeaked.

“..Yeah, me.” he chuckled. “Thought you said you were working a late night.”

“I did! I was!...Change of plans!...Haha... Funny how things turn out!” you laughed nervously.

“Are you alright?” he walked in closing the door. “You seem jumpy.”

“.....Where were you three nights ago?” you just came right out and said it. You were dead scared but you’d rather hear his side first.

“....Why do you ask?”

You saw his adam’s apple move as he gulped down.

“I just want to know.” you replied as confidently as possible. “One of my friends say they saw you...at the night market downtown.” you shrugged. “I just wanted to know-”

“Well, I wasn’t. I was with you remember?” he chuckled. “We went out to dinner, I was with you the entire night.”

You suddenly felt stupid. He was right. He had been with you the entire night. The only time he ever left was to get up to go to the bathroom and he came back in less than ten minutes. What were you thinking?! Of course! You remembered because you wore shoes that matched his shirt and you both laughed about how you even matched when you were apart.

Jay had tricked you. He probably got one of his stupid friends to beat up your landlord. Not even beat up! Almost kill! Just to make Namjoon look like some psychopathic unstable maniac!

He was weird and pervy but this was too much. You would know better than to trust him again.

“...I’m sorry.” you laughed. “I can’t believe I-” you were about to say. “Guess you think I’m pretty dumb huh?”

“Never. You looked shaken up. Is something the matter?” he asked, putting his hands on both your shoulders.

“...Someone said they saw someone who looked a lot like you beating the shit out of my landlord.”

Namjoon froze. Shit! Had he been exposed? He didn’t think he was gone that long. Damnit, what would he tell you, how would he expla-

“But that’s impossible, you were with me the whole time...I really don’t understand why he was so weird to be in the hall though.” you crossed your arms, still trying to put the pieces together.

Namjoon relaxed and chuckled, kissing your head. “Who knows?”

He did, he made sure his threats and intents were as clear as a wine glass. If he made any passes at you, threatened to evict you, or did anything that made you go to him for ANY reason. His balls would be Namjoon’s dog’s new chew toy.

“Sorry I acted weird.” you looked down sheepishly.

“Hm, that’s what I love about you.” he chuckled. “Now let’s put that behind us.” he leaned down to kiss your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes almost.

Namjoon’s body like usual was warm against yours. His hand held onto the back of your head, while his arm gripped onto your waist, keeping you against him. He tongue traced and teased your bottom lip. Absentmindedly, you hooked your leg around his hip. Your body was already submitting to him.

“You feel like getting takeout?” you suddenly asked, feeling your high come to a slow but eventual end.

“I’ll pay for it.” he agreed.

“TO THE INTERNET!” you pointed to the sky like a child. Namjoon smiled at you as you began skipping towards your  bedroom, but his smile was soon replaced by a frown.

He would have to be more careful, he just couldn’t go eliminated targets willy nilly, the cleaning would already be hard enough. He had to be careful or you would definitely suspect him. He had to get tracks off him.

Starting with the man who began this mess....

(Also how would you guys feel about a good end/ bad end of this story?)

[izzy-b-hands]

Aten Pt. 1

More random Ahk fic. I gave him a bf (again, because I can’t help myself, if I can’t find anyone he’s gonna at least) and we get nsfw so hold on to ur hats folks. A reminder that in my canon, Ahk is 21 (I know the movie says he’s younger but gosh darn it I just don’t believe that. He does not look or act that young to me okay. I remember being as young as they claim he is, he would need to act much sillier/stupider to be that young, but I digress. Here in Lee’s fanon land, he’s 21.) 

Interspersed some themes from the opera Akhnaten, and talk about it in the fic, hence the title (the name for the sun disk deity/sort of technically an aspect of Ra but whatever that’s a lot of history to sum up right here worshipped by the pharaoh Akhnaten.)

Breaking this into parts, because this is getting longer than I anticipated lol. 

ANYWAY

fic below the cut as per usual

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

He rose at the usual hour, expecting the soft lights of his exhibit, always on thanks to Larry.

It was pitch black, except for the soft glow of the emergency lights out in the hall. As he fumbled his way through the rest of the museum, grateful for the few emergency lights. He expected the exhibit spaces would be empty, and everyone else would be as confused as he was. 

But everyone was in their usual exhibits, not a sign of life in them. Nothing woke them, not any of his shouting or poking or prodding. 

“If this a joke, then know that I do not like it!” Ahkmenrah shouted to the apparently empty museum. 

It was eerie as he walked quickly from one hall to the next, no sound but the swish of his cloak and the padding of his sandals on the tile floor. 

Finally, he heard Larry’s voice, calling out for someone, anyone to answer.

“Where have you been?” he scolded as he ran to the main hall, where Larry was stood near the front desk, looking as puzzled as could be. 

“I slept through my alarm, my bad,” Larry replied. “Is this uhh...a prank or did I piss everyone off, or...” 

“I don’t know. I’ve tried waking everyone, at every exhibit I’ve gone by, and nothing has worked. If this is a prank, they are very dedicated to it,” Ahkmenrah replied. 

Without warning, Larry screamed, as loud as he could.

Ahkmenrah stared at him, wincing at the sound. “What on earth was that for?” 

Larry shrugged. “Thought it might rouse somebody. But I don’t think anyone’s awake. Which is weird, because then how are you...” 

“I don’t know. Something’s wrong,” he replied. 

They were of one mind then, down the halls and back to Ahkmenrah’s exhibit to check on the tablet. 

“Ah,” Ahkmenrah sighed. “Look. One of the panels is wedged, someone must have tried to turn it. You think it being this high up would mean no one would try and touch it.” 

He carefully tried to moved the panel back, but it was stuck tight. “I’ll need tools to move it without damaging it. The restoration expert’s tools are what i’ll need, if you can get them.” 

Larry winced. “He’s at a set of conferences, for the next two weeks. Took his things with him too. I have that memo somewhere; he said in it just to leave things in need of repair in his office.” 

“With all due respect to him, I’d rather repair this on my own once he’s back, and you can borrow his tools for me at night,” Ahkmenrah said as gently as he could. He knew that the restorer meant well, but he still would rather not have him touch the tablet if he could help it. 

“So...that one being stuck must have changed the settings or whatever on this, right?” 

Ahkmenrah nodded. “Apparently. With it moved, the magic only awakens me, not everyone else.” 

They stood there awkwardly for a moment as Ahkmenrah set the tablet back in its place. 

“Good night, I suppose,” he finally said, and waited for Larry to go.

“Oh. I mean...okay. If you want me to go, I can. But just because everyone else is...asleep, we could say, doesn’t mean you have to stay in here alone. Unless you want to be alone, of course, then I’ll...go sit at the front desk and just...I don’t know, honestly,” Larry said with a shrug. “If you’d want to hang out, come help me keep an eye on things, I’d certainly welcome the company though.” 

“That would be nice,” Ahkmenrah admitted. He’d figured Larry might not want him tagging around after him like a puppy dog, so it was a pleasant surprise to hear otherwise. 

“C’mon then! We’ll talk, hang out, I’ve got snacks and your other clothes in my locker, if you want them,” Larry said, leading the way out of the exhibit. 

With the lights still off, it was eerie walking about, the museum feeling almost too bit. Larry seemed to feel the same, if the nervous chewing of his lip was anything to go by.

“So. Must have been scary, waking up in here all alone like this,” Larry said as they walked to the employee lounge. “Not that you couldn’t handle being alone in here, I mean, I wasn’t implying-” 

“Actually, that was my worst nightmare come true,” Ahkmenrah interrupted. “I was so glad to hear your voice, to not be alone in here anymore. If I had no other option but to be alone...I suppose I’d have simply stayed in my exhibit area.” 

“Well, I promise I will be on time every day for the next two weeks, so no more waking up alone,” Larry replied with a smile. “After you change, should we go put some music on the PA system? Too quiet in here without something on, or people in here.” 

“I’d like that. You have something in mind?” 

“An opera. I figure if there’s anyone who’ll listen to it with me, it’ll be you,” Larry said.

“Opera? I didn’t expect you to be that sort of man,” Ahkmenrah said. 

Larry shrugged. “Not my normal thing, but I like this one. About a pharaoh, actually, by Philip-” 

“Glass,” Ahkmenrah finished. “I know the opera, and I do like it. You go put it on, I’ll join you in a moment.” 

He changed quickly as Larry went to the main desk. It was turning out better than expected, spending time with just Larry. Who knew how else he might surprise him. 

He went to the main desk, and found the conversation flowed easily now while the opera played, echoing through the halls. About the opera (both of them wished to see it performed live) to the museum, to the city itself. 

“I know you’d love to get out and see more of it,” Larry said. “I want to make that happen more, but the others-” 

“I understand,” Ahkmenrah stopped him with a raise of his hand. “Not all of them can go out and pass on the streets in modern clothes, and they get understandably jealous about it. Any night you can offer me is a gift; I treasure them all.” 

Larry nodded. “Y’know though, I could bring someone to meet you, Ahk. About your age, a regular here, stays so late I’ve had to ask him to go so he doesn’t see all of you wake up! But he’s a great kid, studying to work in Egyptology. He claims he only comes to your exhibit every other week for that research but-” 

Larry laughed. “You’d love him. He asks about you all the time. ‘What do you think he was like, what did he look like, surely Ahkmenrah must have been wonderful.’ I have to bite my tongue not to tell him he could just meet you and see. But now...maybe I could.” 

“You think he could keep it a secret? About me...” Ahkmenrah asked. 

“I do,” Larry replied. “Here, let me show you him.” 

He pulled out his phone, and showed a picture to Ahkmenrah. “There’s me, of course, your sarcophagus in the background, and that’s Tristan.” 

His breath caught in his throat. He was cute, reddish-blondish hair and a sweet smile, and soft brown eyes anyone could get lost in. And for a moment, lost he was. 

“Ahk? You good?” Larry’s chuckle brought him back.

“Yes, of course, um-” he stuttered. “He looks to be a very-” 

“Cute?” 

“I...I mean I’ve never said-” 

“I know,” Larry said, and smiled. “But you just stopped breathing for a good minute, and you’re blushing red as a tomato. Kinda gave yourself away, buddy. And don’t worry, half the time he can’t stop talking about how beautiful he presumes you were. Especially after his last break up, with some guy named Jeremy. He was in here every day for a week straight, in your exhibit, crying or trying not to cry. Said being near you and your exhibit made him feel better.” 

His heart was beating entirely too fast to be reasonable, and he scolded himself. “The poor thing. Was it recent?” 

“Nah. Good year back now. Why? Are you wanting this first meeting to be a-” 

“Date? That would be entirely too forward of me to ask for that,” Ahk said, then bit his tongue. “I mean, unless he’d...I don’t know, I-” 

“Awww,” Larry said softly. “Tell you what. I’ll see if he can come with me tomorrow night. Let him in on this, that it has to stay a secret, or he can’t come. Not that anyone would believe him if he told anyone but, still. And you two can meet, and if sparks fly...well, there’s the couch in the lounge...” 

“Larry!” he said sharply, but his mind lingered at the thought. Would it be much too much on a first meeting? Probably, but he couldn’t help but think of it.

“I’m just saying,” Larry laughed. “Whatever happens, you two have that space to sit and talk or...anything else you can think up.” 

He could only nod, as he thought of Tristan’s face, and the glimpse of Tristan’s hands, lovely hands, that had been in the picture Larry had shown him. 

Blessedly, Larry let the conversation drift to the snacks he’d brought with him for the night, and they ate and talked of other unimportant things for the rest of the night. 

“Time to pack it in,” Larry said as he cleaned the desk. “You want me to walk you back?” 

“I’ll be alright. I’ll go change and head in. Thank you for tonight Larry, for everything.” 

He left quickly then, as he thought of him again, and did so all the way through changing and settling back into his sarcophagus. Trying to memorize the cute face in the picture, so it was the last thing on his mind before the morning sun crested. 

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The next night, he was up and out of his sarcophagus before Larry would arrive. Normally, he’d wait, but he couldn’t tonight. He had a good impression to make, after all. 

Even with his careful dressing and primping before he went to the main desk, it was still a short wait until he finally heard Larry’s voice, and a new voice, coming down the hall. 

“I can keep a secret,” the new voice said, deep but not too deep. Like a ray of afternoon sunshine, Ahk thought. Strong enough to warm one, but soft enough to fall asleep under. “I just...man, if this is real. Wow. Should I bow, or kneel when I see him?” 

“Just act normal,” Larry laughed. “Yes, he’s royalty, but he’s very...chill. And excited to meet you too.” 

Larry smiled as they approached the desk. “And there he is! Ahk, Tristan. Tristan, Ahk.” 

He left the desk to approach them, and immediately Tristan fell to one knee. 

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” Ahk said, and rushed over to pull him back up. “I mean, that is sweet of you. But it’s alright. Here.” 

He took off his crown, and handed it to Larry before ruffling a hand through his curls. “Better? The crown is...imposing. And a bit heavy.” 

Tristan was bright red, and suddenly grabbed his hand and kissed it. “You’re still a pharaoh though.” 

“True, but not in this time. I’m just...me,” he replied, even as his heart beat at the contact of Tristan’s lips to his skin. 

“I’m gonna go about things,” Larry said. “You two head on to the lounge. I’ll put this away for you, okay Ahk?” 

He nodded, but his eyes never left Tristan’s.

“...okay then,” Larry said. “You kids have fun.” 

As Larry walked away, Ahk led Tristan to the lounge.

“You need not walk behind me,” he said as they went, noticing Tristan apparently working to stay just behind him. 

“But you’re-” 

“Ahk. A new friend, who’d love to have you walk beside him,” he interrupted softly, and gestured for Tristan to come forward. 

He could have screeched with joy as Tristan trotted up to be beside him. It was wonderful and sweet and made even better when they reached the couch and, thanks to how small it was, ended up as close as could be.

They were silent for a moment, then Tristan giggled. 

“Gosh. You’re him! You’re more beautiful than I expected.” 

Immediately, Tristan blushed again, and it was Ahk’s turn to giggle. 

“Larry showed me a picture of you, last night. But you’re even more beautiful in person.” 

“Oh, gosh I’m nothing compared to you though,” Tristan stuttered.

“You shouldn’t say that,” Ahk replied, and tucked a stray piece of Tristan’s hair behind his ear. It wasn’t horribly long, just a bit near the ears, and that those pieces kept popping forward was utterly adorable. “You’re handsome. Even your name is beautiful.” 

“I’ve always hated it,” Tristan sighed. “It literally means ‘sad’, or at least one translation of it does.” 

“That may be, but you shine brighter than the meaning of the name. We could give you a nickname, if you’d want something happier.” 

 “That would be...so cool!” Tristan said. “I mean, my mom calls me Stan, but I don’t like that either.” 

Ahk bit back a frown. This man was certainly not a ‘Stan.’ “You remind me of the sunlight. The whole museum seems brighter with you in it. I could call you Aten.” 

He didn’t think Tristan could blush any deeper, but he did. “But that’s...a deity, I mean at least he’s associated with the sun and Ra, and I am not-” 

“A god? No, but if dying and living again has taught me anything, it is that none of us are. But we may bear the similarities of them, as you bear the brightness and warmth of the sun. If you would rather I not call you that-” 

“No, you can, I mean...it makes me feel special. And I’m nothing special, but it’s...it’s nice to feel special,” Tristan, his Aten, interrupted gently. 

This was too forward, Ahk knew it was, but Aten seemed to feel the same. And there was no harm in addressing the elephant in the room. 

“I want to get to know you better. But, we both seem rather distracted by the...shall we say physical side of things.” 

Aten, and though Tristan was a beautiful name, he did seem more an Aten the more Ahk used it, even in his head, nodded. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I got here. I thought the kiss on the hand would calm me down, because I mean, c’mon, we’re just meeting and I am not normally that sort of guy, but this has been just...magnetic and I want to get to know you too, but if you feel the same and it would be easier to talk if we get things out of our system, and-” 

Ahk softly grabbed Aten’s face in his hands. “Could you just kiss me?” 

And there was the afternoon sun again, in Aten’s lips and hands and hips as he pulled him close and back with him onto the couch. He heard Larry’s footsteps and the closing of the lounge door, but paid it no mind. 

It was frenzied for all of a moment, before Aten stopped and hissed. “Your clothes...I can’t imagine trying to restore them, I should be careful.” 

“Hold on,” Ahk said, and carefully moved from under him. Without a second thought, he pulled his sweatshirt and sweats from Larry’s locker, and changed. 

It was only after he was done changing, his usual garb safely folded and set on the table in the lounge that he realized he had accidentally stepped way over the line of forward, though Aten’s face was a happy one. 

“Should I have just left them off?” he asked with a smile as he returned to his spot beneath Aten. 

“I...I’ve just never seen you...sweats, it’s different, not bad just...” Aten’s head dropped to Ahk’s shoulder, and he pulled him close again, running his hands over Aten’s back. 

“Not very regal, but comfortable,” he said. “And on the nights Larry lets me out to explore, I have to blend in, so...these.” 

Aten seemed stuck, his head lifted again, but those gorgeous brown eyes simply glued to his. 

“Come. Kiss me again. We’ll talk later tonight, or tomorrow, if tonight proves too busy,” he smiled, and traced Aten’s lips with one of his fingers before pulling him gently down by the chin for another kiss. 

Logically, he knew the night would have to end, but he didn’t want it to. It was too good, all of this. Aten warm in his arms, stripping him of his sweatshirt before pulling off his own shirt, their hips grinding as they kissed. He could not say all what he would do just to have Aten’s hands stay on him as they were now, moving to every bit of bare skin they could reach, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, but he knew it was a great deal. 

An alarm beeped on Aten’s watch, and he broke their kiss to look at it. “Fuck. We have half an hour left. Larry said the sun-” 

“I know,” Ahk replied. “A half hour is plenty of time to end this the way I think we’d both like it to.” 

It wasn’t enough time to do everything he might have been hoping for, but it was enough time to keep kissing Aten, to have him leave marks on his neck that he prayed would not fade by the time he awoke the next night, even after his body changed for the morning. Enough time to moan loudly enough at the increased pace of it all, the friction of their hard cocks against each other, kept apart only by the fabric of Ahk’s sweatpants and Aten’s boxer briefs (he’d barely been able to focus enough to undo the button and zipper of Aten’s jeans, but he was so glad he had.) Enough time to leave a mark of his own, a gentle nip at Aten’s neck that made him whimper and whine so loudly he knew Larry must have heard it. But he didn’t care, had only one thing on his mind. 

Just before the second alarm on Aten’s watch beeped, he let himself go, moaning, his cum hitting his stomach and Aten’s as the waistband on his sweatpants had shifted. Aten followed a moment later, kissing him so hard as he came that he saw stars. 

As they lay there, still wrapped in each other, there was a knock on the door.

“Um. I hate to break up the...well. But we’ve got three minutes, Ahk, so-” 

Aten kissed him one last time, then pulled himself up and off the couch. “Come on. I’ll help clean you up before we dress you, let me get-” 

“Leave it,” Ahk said softly. “It won’t matter anyways, after the sun rises. I want it on me for now. A reminder.” 

Aten kissed him again, but Larry’s insistent knocking interrupted it. 

“Tomorrow night?” Ahk asked softly as he changed. 

“Definitely,” Aten replied with a grin. “Maybe we can even talk tomorrow.” 

“Of course.” 

“And maybe, keep the door shut again...I mean, in case we need a break, from talking, or...that sounds so bad, probably, but...” 

Ahk smiled, and dashed from the door to him to kiss him deeply again. “Not bad at all. We can do both. Till tomorrow night.” 

He had to run to his exhibit, and was barely in his sarcophagus when the heavy feeling of death came over him again. 

But it had been worth it, so worth it. He couldn’t wait for the next night. 

[icyhotexplosionwritings]

… Did I say Todoroki and Endeavour was a punch in the feels? Bc holy shit, this here right now, was also a punch in. my. fucking. feels… XD I made it SFW bc this is long (3.1k) even w/o the nsfw, buuuutt, if you want, you can request the nsfw part I would be more than happy to write it, but for now, I hope you like it, dear anon~ <3

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Today was the day. You have finally finished your exams, you had the whole weekend to yourself, well, not quite to yourself alone. As you stood in front of the mirror, fixing your hair, you smiled happily, today you could finally meet some of your boyfriend’s classmates in U.A. personally, since a few of them, you only knew from watching the news, because today, you would visit Katsuki in his dorm and after that he would come with you to spend the weekend in your apartment you rented near your own school.

Though, as you were approaching U.A., you could also feel a different feeling than just excitement, to be honest, you felt anxious. You and Bakugou had been dating for quite some time now and the fact that he was in his final year, meant he was an amazing pro hero to be, in a few months, however you, you wouldn’t particularly say you were this amazing yourself.

You were the opposite of Bakugou, you were a little awkward, you didn’t have a slender body and to top it all off, you were quirkless, and even though, Bakugou knew all of this, he still fell in love with you. “That’s right, Katsuki knew from the beginning who I am and he still loves me, I should have more confident in myself!”, you thought, trying to make you calm down a little, however seeing how many dormitories there were, you got a little lost and in the end, you had to call your boyfriend for help.

“Ha?”, he answered his phone, “Kat-su-ki~”, you whined, “I am totally lost, there are so many buildings, my head is spinning. Save me!” He only sighed, before grabbing his keys and with a “Then tell me in which row you are.” – “Ah… I think, I am in the second…?”

Bakugou told you to stay put, he was on his way and as he was walking through the lobby, there they were, his classmates, waiting for his girlfriend, shit, why did he agree to this? “Oh, you gonna meet her first. You’re gonna be all lovey-dovey with her, hmm?”, Kaminari grinned, making your boyfriend explode, turning his head, “Shut the fuck up! Why does she even want to meet you stupid idiots?!”, he rolled his eyes, before he pushed open the door, stomping outside to look for you.

Thankfully, it didn’t took too long and he found you in the third row, your face lighting up when you saw him, hastily walking up to him. “Oi, you stupid idiot, you can’t even count?”, he asked, though, you were so happy to finally see him again after weeks of only calling and texting, you literally just jumped into his arms and even though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he felt a wave of happiness sweeping through his body as he caught you and finally holding you in his arms again. “But you found me after all, ne~?”, you giggled and he only cupped your cheeks. “Of course, ‘cause I’m fucking great.”, he mumbled and finally, he could seal his lips with yours again.

You stood there for a minute or two, just enjoying the presence of each other as you were holding on to him, his kisses making your knees week. “I missed you.”, you mumbled when he broke the kiss, nuzzling your head into his chest as he hugged your chubby body tightly, holding on to your curves, only murmuring a “Me too…”.

 Safe to say, when you both finally walked into the right dormitory, you and Bakugou were welcomed by everyone grinning a little and as he was hugging you to his side, his arm around your shoulder, he yelled at everyone to quit fucking staring. Though, a few girls were the first one to approach you. “Ohh, so that’s Bakugou’s girlfriend, huh?” – “Mh, mh, so that’s his Type, hm?” – “Wah, she’s cute!”, you couldn’t help but blush a little when you heard the conversations starting. “Stop fucking talking like she isn’t even here.”, he kicked a stool over, grunting, blabbering on and on about you as if you were not standing right beside him.

“Katsuki, it’s okay.”, you reached up to hold his hand that was lazily hanging over your shoulder, making him just turn his head with a “Tch.” and everyone was amazed how you could make him calm down like that, you had to be quite an amazing person after all. “It’s so nice to meet you all, let me introduce myself, I am L/n F/n.”

It was nice, really, everyone introduces themselves, some you recognized from TV or news and it was just a very chill atmosphere, at first, but then, Kirishima said something that cut you deep, “So, I always wondered, to be Bakugou’s girlfriend you probably have an amazing quirk, hm?”, he grinned and you knew, he didn’t mean any harm when asking you this, but you couldn’t help feeling a sting, your throat feeling like it would close up, however, you gripped your boyfriends hand a little tighter and before Bakugou could yell at him, you said, “I… I don’t have a quirk.”.

Bakugou felt it, he felt how hard you were trying to smile and grin right now, everyone was quiet for a second, Izuku and the other guys probably more shocked than anyone else that, Bakugou, THE Bakugou Katsuki, had a quirkless girlfriend. “Tch! She doesn’t need a quirk to be fucking amazing.”, he growled at the other’s, making your heart skip a beat, the girls all squealing a little, this side of your boyfriend was rather new, he could be very protective.

As time went by, you and Bakugou were sitting in the lobby with everyone else, and… you felt tired, all your excitement slowly fading away. Right now, you were sitting in his lap as he was hugging your plump body from behind, just mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you tried your best to talk to everyone as they were really enthusiastic about you, they probably liked you, you on the other hand, felt inferior, the more you sat there, you asked yourself, “How? How on earth was it possible for him to fall in love with me?”

Looking at all the cute girls with amazing quirks, girls who were completely above you with everything, he was surrounded by those girls every day, you felt sad. Every day, he had some amazing pro heroes-to-be around him, and you? You were a quirkless, chubby girl trying your hardest to become a (future job), you will never save lives like they would do it, you could never be on par with anyone in here.

You felt dizzy and sick, your insecurities got the better of you. This was not what should’ve happened, you were the one suggesting meeting the people he was surrounded by every day and now, you felt awful. “Oi, you’re shaking.”, you jumped a little when Bakugou’s voice reached your ears, your knees were shaking a little, though you only gulped and told him, “Katsuki~, it’s because I am just excited, I am not meeting soon-to-be pro heroes every day, you know.” It was a lie, but everyone around you only felt flattered, though you couldn’t fool Bakugou, something was definitely wrong with you.

At some point, you couldn’t take it anymore, your heart felt heavy, the insecurities weighing you down, you felt like someone was pushing you to the ground, pressing the air out of your lungs, so you took the chance to snatch your phone, quickly typing a “505” to your best friend, before throwing it in the bag again, you prayed to every God out there in existence that she had time to call you right now, because you needed an excuse, you needed to GO, right now, our you would not be able to keep this smiling mask on for any longer.

The ringing of your phone sounded like an angel’s choir to you, you felt blessed, you loved your best friend so dearly, so you excused yourself, before quickly rummaging through your bag to grab your phone and picking it up.

Silence for a few seconds, you had it on minimum volume so no one could hear what your best friend was talking, though as you were acting you thought to yourself, “Man, I should’ve aimed for an acting career.”

Gasping a little, your eyes widened, before you said, acting a little sad, “Wait, what? Right now? But, I told you, I’m with-“, as if your friend needed you right now. “No, of course, I’ll come! You know that, right?”, silence again. “Yes! I’ll be there in like 30 minutes, you know where my keys are, so go ahead!”, then you ended the call, Katsuki’s classmates looking a little worried and Uraraka was the first to ask you if everything was okay, as you hastily packed everything away, standing up from Bakugou’s lap, who was more than confused and still held on to your side.

“I am so sorry, this is so sudden, but, my best friend got kicked or something, ah I don’t really know, she didn’t say much, she was crying a lot, but I need to go!”, you grabbed your jacket, before turning around to face Bakugou, he was not happy. “But, what about our plans?”, he just quietly said, not everyone had to hear this. “I know, Katsuki, I’m so sorry.”, you fiddled a little with the collar of his shirt, “But you know (bf/n), right? She has done so much for me and she sounded like she needed me. Let’s postpone it to the next weekend, okay? I’ll call you. Forgive me.” and all he got was a little kiss, before you turned around, rushing out the door and gone you were, leaving a very pissed and at the same time worried Bakugou behind – you were definitely hiding something, he could feel it.

 ………..

Once you were in your own apartment again, your shaking knees finally gave in and all the sadness you had suppressed in the last two hours or so, finally came crashing down on you, right there in the middle of the small entrance way, as you hugged your chubby sides, wanting to rip off those rolls as tears trickled down your cheek. “Why? Why am I like this? I want to be cute. A slender but strong girl with an amazing quirk… I want to be, someone he can be proud of… but I am only… a fat, quirkless and useless idiot.”, you were shouting at yourself in your head, blaming you for being the way you were, despising the current self that looked back at you when you looked in the mirror.

……..

It was around ten at night, when you ended the phone call with your best friend, she wanted to know what really happened and tried her best to comfort you. You felt bad, not only did you lie to Katsuki, you also felt like you were very rude to his classmates. Sighing heavily, you buried your face in your pillow, you cried so much and still, there were still tears welling up whenever you thought back to all those amazing, beautiful girls that surrounded him.

The ringing of your bell jerked you out of your thoughts and blinking, you wiped away a few tears, to be honest, you thought your best friend would stand here, there were instances where she would just come and comfort you in person, that’s why you didn’t even look and just opened the door. “Eh…?”, you were shocked when you saw spiky blond hair though, crimson eyes starring daggers at you. Only stuttering his name, he pushed you, so you were stumbling back a little, walking through the door and closing it, before he just threw his bag to the side. “Wait, wh-?!”, you wanted to say, though he was faster, gripping you by your hips and without any hesitation he just through you over his shoulder, making you scream. “Katsuki! What the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell am I…?! You were the one who fucking lied to me!?”, he grabbed you by your hips, letting you fall on your bed as he was quick to hover over you, he was glaring at you. “So, where is (bf/n)? Not here, right?! You lied to me, even though I was even looking forward to this?!”, he growled, even a little blushing at the end and you felt guilt wash over you, a new set of tears trickling down your cheeks, making him jump a little, he didn’t want to make you cry, shit.

“Ah, no, wait, I’m fucking sorry-?!” – “No! You are right! I lied to you and I hurt you, I am sorry, Katsuki”, you sobbed, trying your hardest to control your shaking voice a little bit, your arms covering your face as you didn’t want to show him your red crying face. “I felt inferior… You are surrounded by all those amazing people every day, you have cute girls around you who are super strong, too. They are all strong and beautiful and have amazing quirks, I have none of that. I am just a quirkless, fat idiot, I am not cute nor pretty, I am not strong and I am not the smartest, too… I don’t know how you can even stand looking at me, I don’t deserve you, you are so amazing and strong and handsome.”, you cried, your voice breaking here and there as all of your emotions just flooded out of you, making you shake, voice cracking at the end.

Bakugou just sat on your hips, looking down on you, as his fingers were buried in the sheets beside you, biting his lips, he didn’t know you would feel this way, he thought, he made it clear how much he loved you, though as things were right now, you wouldn’t listen to him telling you, you were NOT all those things, so he tried another approach.

“I am hotheaded and of course I will abuse you in the future. I am better of as a villain, of fucking course, I should be a villain… and you wouldn’t even want to be touched by me, because I am a stinky, greasy and sweaty ass who could fill a pool with the amount of sweat I produce and imagining fucking me is the grossest thing ever.”

You could only blink, finally putting your arms down so you could look at him, a few tears still trickling down your cheek. “What?”, you cleared your throat because your voice cracked, “That’s not true, Katsuki!” – “But that is what everyone says behind my back.” – “Well, then they are stupid idiots! I don’t think you will ever abuse me, and you don’t stink at all and I couldn’t imagine a better hero than you!”, you were a little louder this time, though as he started laughing a little, you were confused, sniffling a little. “Huh…?”

“See… I feel the same! I don’t think you are useless, or dumb, I don’t care about anyone else beside you, you are fucking pretty and cute, and what, you’re fat. And? Don’t use it to insult yourself, it literally just says you have more fat on your body, that does not equal to being ugly or undesirable, I think you look fucking hot, and to be honest your size was never something I paid attention to, I don’t give a shit, more or less fat, whatever, I like to feel and hold you, and I don’t care about anyone else who thinks otherwise. No one, not even one girl, could compete with you. I never cared about anyone else besides myself, I was an ass who looked down on quirkless people, but you… you changed that. When I met you, you were the first girl who weren’t scared of my personality, you weren’t grossed out the first time I touched your hand. Fuck! You make me say all those mushy shit, I wanna die.”, he buried a hand in his own hair, looking down, staring at your chest as he tried to avoid eye contact, his ears and cheeks red. “Like, fuck! How can I NOT love you, for fuck’s sake?! Don’t you get it?”

You were shocked, hearing Katsuki’s feeling so open and honest for the first time, you felt another wave of tears, though this time, you were so incredibly happy. You sobbed his name and finally, he hugged you, arms wrapped around your neck as you buried your face into his chest. “Geez, stop crying now, would you. You crybaby.”, but even though he said that, he didn’t dare to let go of you, caressing your back and kissing your temple.

 After you had finally calmed down, you two cuddled on the bed, one arm wrapped around him loosely as your head was resting on his chest, one of his hands playing with your hair. Bakugou was relieved that, in the end, he did just follow his gut feeling and came after you, he knew something was wrong, and thankfully this didn’t blow up into a much bigger mess.

“Ne, Katsuki?”, you only whispered as you were gently nudging against his pointer finger with your thumb, playing absentmindedly with his fingers and when he grunted a little, you knew you could go on, “You said, people have been talking about you behind your back about you being sweaty and stuff… Could it be… that’s why we haven’t done it yet?”

When you thought you heard an explosion, you looked up, the heat was creeping up his neck to his ears, his face flushed red. “Wait! Am I right?!”, you unbelievably said, and here you were always so unsure if he wanted to touch you, though now, the atmosphere was gone. “Shut up! Shut up, shut up! Don’t say shit like that!”, he only yelled, pressing the back of his hand against his burning face and you could only giggle a little, before letting go of his hand as you turned around so you were lying on your belly, both arms propping you up, leaning forward a little and stealing kisses from him, until he finally pulled away his hand from his face and wrapped his arms around you, deepening the last kiss you stole from him. This was fine, you didn’t have to rush things, but you hoped, like the way Bakugou helped you with your insecurities, you wanted to help him too, so you could finally get to the next level of your relationship.