#she'd bully the shit out of you

[ohimsummer]

silly thought;

how would utahime react if she heard a rumor reader liked gojo (or someone she just hates)? it's a totally baseless rumor, of course, but utahime just realized she has a crush on reader and reader has admitted she likes women, so it is obviously false. (also why would someone like reader even like gojo? has anyone seen him? he's dumb and stupid and an asshole and—)

i fear,,,you would be in for a rough time 💔 it would also take shoko ripping that information out of her before utahime admitted she was even vaguely fond of you let alone had a crush 😭

i think with meangirl! utahime's conflicted feelings about you, she would be jealous at the thought of you liking anyone, even shoko or yuki, but that envy is just accompanied with other negative thoughts. yeah, she'd feel jealous (and also disrespected) at the idea of you having a crush on shoko, but also disgusted because obviously you're not good enough for her girlfriend. rinse and repeat with yuki only replace disgust with probably just more jealousy. what do you like yuki for?why not utahime herself ?? i mean she doesn't like you or need your damn affections but still...

she'd also definitely use the rumor as an excuse to torment you more. she ropes shoko and yuki into it, too. neither of them give a damn whether the rumor is true, yuki outright knows it isn't but c'mon, it's an excuse to pound you senseless so why not?

if it was gojo, the thought of you liking him makes utahime fucking sick. she wouldn't even listen to you reminding her that you like women and even if you didn't, gojo isn't really your type. straight through one ear and out the other. expect some firm slaps to the face while utahime pins you down and straddles you and sinkher nails into your cheeks until your lips pucker because behind all that jealousy she's like "really?? of all men, you'd choose gojo??? he's not even straight" (whether or not that's true you don't know but he's very publicly homoerotic with suguru so...maybe?)

[wolftheidioticfan]

I think if Saltie ever did go inside a computer she WOULD turn purple and then freak the fuck out like that text message thing.

Why am I PURPLE. HELP?

[angelsknifeprty]

couldn't fight to save your life (but you look so cool) ❀˖꩜˚࿔ - e.w

loser!ellie x popular!reader | 3.2k words

a/n: guess who rewatched bottoms for the billionth time (me. it was me.) :p loser!ellie won't leave my mind and neither will crush by ethel cain so here's somethin' random i came up with, enjoy!

cw: cursing, bullying, a little violence, mentions of blood, two idiots that are obviously infatuated with each other, mentions of reader wanting to punch ellie for being too cute cuz they’re strange like that

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you're an angel, she's sure of it.

ellie watches with glassy eyes, practically in a trance, as you absentmindedly play with your hair. she drinks in the way your perfectly curated outfit adorns your body; you always look flawless to her. you were laughing at something your friend had said, ellie's ears straining to hear the saccharine sound over the chatter buzzing. she just heard it, and god, what she would do to have a recording of it to listen to over and over again.

the two of you weren't friends by any means, but she knew you.

most of ellie's time was spent staring at you during class or when you passed her in the hallway. her eyes would shy away every time they met yours, the intensity of your gaze leaving her a flustered mess within seconds. 

when she wasn't looking at you, her head was buried into her journal, pencil dragging fervently across the pages. her entries always had your name embedded somewhere within their sentences. it was like you were all she could think about. when she would draw, the lines and curves always morphed into you, capturing a moment of you daydreaming in class or whatever other snapshot her mind had taken of you that wouldn't stop plaguing her.

she'd listen to your conversations when she was close enough to hear - not to be a creep or anything! but how else was she supposed to learn more about you?

sure, the obvious answer would be to talk to you, but she was a nervous wreck from just seeing you. you'd only had a few brief interactions before, and she swears she almost fainted when you remembered her name when you asked her for a pen once.

while she believed the popularity contest that was high school to be ridiculous, her very low place in the school's hierarchy was a definite set-up for failure, she was certain. ellie kept to herself, mostly, aside from her few friends, but that didn't stop her from becoming the target of relentless bullying from some of the other students, the ones at the top of the food chain.

you were well-liked amongst your peers, but your popularity never merged you with those people. you were known for your sunny disposition, whereas they tormented their way to the top.

you'd seen it happen a couple of times, the sound of their jeering always catching your attention, especially when you heard them say ellie's name in that disgusting tone that made your heart ache for her. in fact, it's what snapped you out of your current conversation as an irritated, "what the fuck, williams?" sounds throughout the hallway.

in her lovestruck daze, ellie hadn't been looking where she was walking, which conveniently caused her to bump into one of them - a girl you didn't care much for, quinn was it? all you knew for sure was that she was trouble.

ellie winced and scrunched her face at the sound of her voice, internally cursing at herself because now she had to deal with her. she opened her eyes to see that everyone was looking, including you.

"shit, sorry. wasn't looking where i was going, won't happen again," ellie's tone is curt, trying to move past her and continue with her day before things got worse.

but of course, she wouldn't get let off the hook that easily; that was just her luck.

"where do you think you're going?" she probes, moving to block ellie's path. ellie has to restrain herself from rolling her eyes in her face, not wanting to escalate things if she could help it. how naive of her to think that nothing could ever be easy for her.

"c'mon, dude. i apologised. can we move on and-"

suddenly, it feels like the wind was knocked from ellie's lungs, and she's… falling?

a little stunned, she looks up from her newfound place on the floor after quinn has shoved her to the ground. all because of an accident that could have been easily brushed off and forgotten about. such a dumb fucking reason, and yet it has ellie seething.

"you should watch where you're going, williams. always lurking where nobody wants you to be." quinn spits, taunting ellie to get a rise out of her. 

it was likely that ellie's indifferent reactions to quinn's bullying irritated her, unable to fathom why ellie wouldn't buckle and submit like every other one of her unfortunate victims.

while the teasing and mean remarks were an unfortunate constant in her life, this never mellowed ellie. she was always quick-witted, her slight temper always having her ready to argue back and stand up for herself, and this time was no different.

ellie rises from the ground and delivers an equally hard shove, an irate, "what the fuck is your problem?" leaving her chapped lips. being the drama-obsessed hive mind that high schoolers were, it didn't take long for people to start crowding around the two once things intensified.

you had been watching the whole thing from afar before a wall of people began forming, not realising it'd evolve into this. you heard a pained groan rip from ellie's throat after what you presumed was the first punch being thrown. now you are only able to listen to the commotion but not see the situation, making your anxiety skyrocket. 

you liked to keep an attentive eye on ellie from a distance despite your paths rarely crossing, feeling some strange obligation to watch over her. you knew quinn and her posse of assholes always gave ellie a hard time, but she seemed to handle herself just fine, sometimes hearing one of her clever comebacks that made you giggle.

while the brawl entertained everyone else, you grew increasingly agitated. you were never one for drama and kept a relatively peaceful circle of friends, but the idea of just standing and doing nothing felt like a personal failure.

so, before you knew it, you were excusing yourself from your friends and pushing your way through the crowd to get to ellie.

once you breached the crowd, you found yourself in the eye of the storm, your eyes wide. after a while of their struggle against each other, quinn was now situated on top of ellie as she delivered a particularly hard punch to ellie's cheek. the wounded groan she let out was what urged you out of your frozen shock, rushing towards the tangle of violent limbs, grabbing quinn's shoulder and pulling her off of ellie with a hard tug.

"get the hell away from her!" you yell, trying hard to ignore the disappointed groans of the audience as you interrupt their entertainment. "assholes." you thought to yourself. 

wiping the blood from her nose, the sight of the trickling crimson more satisfying to you than it should be, quinn looks at you confused, clearly not expecting you of all people to come to ellie's rescue.

"the fuck are you doing?" she sneers, looking between you and ellie, who is still on the floor, propping herself up on her elbows with the nastiest glare you'd ever seen on her face. "don't tell me you actually give a shit about this loser-"

"back off, don't touch her," you snarled, pushing past her to kneel beside ellie on the ground.

you had this untouchable air about you, something that was a little lost on you but not to quinn. she knew you had people to back you up, her targets usually being the loner outcast types, being the coward she is. the same ruthlessness ellie received was not given to you, an irritated scoff being all you heard from quinn. she was the least of your worries right now.

"are you okay?" you ask, a little breathless from the adrenaline of putting yourself in the middle of a fight in front of an audience. your brows furrowed at how quickly deep purples and blues had already started blooming around ellie's eye and her freckled cheek. 

ellie looked at you blankly, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, and she tried desperately to find any words to say to you. how was she supposed to think straight? the rush from the fight and now having her crush come to her aid rendered her speechless. her lack of answer only worried you more, pinning her silence on being stunned from the fight still.

"ellie, i need you to answer-"

you were cut off by the sound of the principal pushing his way through the mass, his stern voice demanding that the two battered girls follow him to his office.

you watch doe-eyed and nervous as ellie pushes herself off the floor with a wince, looking at you with eyes that have so much to say yet a mouth that cannot quite verbalise it. but she couldn't stay, so without a word, she reluctantly trudged behind the principal with her head hanging low, utterly fed up, and man, that one punch hurt.

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you peered around the corner to the row of chairs lined up outside the principal's office, eyes fixated on ellie's slumped figure occupying one of them. you had been watching for at least a minute or two now despite there being the opportunity to approach her like any other normal person. but this was comfortable for you, familiar. if ellie believed she was the only person with a staring problem, and she did, then she was painfully wrong.

it felt routine for you to watch her like this from afar, a look in your eyes brimming with so much more than just innocent curiosity.

it was like you could sense her presence in a room, your gaze always finding her so easily amongst the hoard of other students. your eyes would rake up and down as you shamelessly drank her in, that camo jacket of hers that she wore like a safety blanket hanging loosely from her frame. she wore it infuriatingly well, paired with her unbothered demeanour that looked oh so good on her. a witty remark was always ready on the tip of her tongue when one of her tormentors dared to speak to her, her scarred brow furrowing into a scowl that made your stomach flutter.

you knew what cuteness aggression was, but that surely couldn't be what you felt now. but it made you mad how badly ellie affected you even from a distance, what was once just a silly hallway crush twisting into a near-violent obsession. you spied her fresh bruises, almost filling you with a little satisfaction. serves her right, your voice whispers quietly inside your head, as if you were scared someone could hear you. you almost wished you had been the one to give her the bruises only so you could plant two gentle kisses over the skin to soothe the sting afterwards. the deep plum colour blooming across her skin still somehow made her look pretty, and you had to take a moment to ask yourself if that was a fucked up thing to think. probably. 

suddenly becoming aware of how much of a creep you must look, lingering but not daring to approach, you decided to finally go check on her. it wouldn't feel right for you not to ensure she was okay.

ellie wonders how hard she was punched when she looks up to see you, a concerned and bashful smile on your face.

"hey, ellie. i just wanted to check on you after what happened with… y'know." 

ellie spends a moment in silence as she processes what's happening. you're fidgeting with your hands, rocking back and forth on your heels like you don't know what to do with yourself. she could have scoffed in bewilderment, as if you had any right to look so nervous standing in front of her, effortlessly beautiful and so sweet.

"ellie?" you repeat her name again, softer this time. ellie almost wants to stay silent just to hear you repeat it. but she needs to respond, fuck think, think, think-

"o-oh, hey. i uh- yeah, i'm okay. nothing i can't handle," ellie finally manages to get out. you nod in acknowledgement, tearing your eyes away for just a moment to compose yourself.

"do you mind if i sit?" you gesture to the empty chair beside her, which has her perking up almost immediately. ellie nods, a simple "sure," leaving her lips in a tone that sounded far more curt than nonchalant like she intended. really, she was just trying to focus on not bursting at the seams. you were so close to her, and now she had to keep her cool.

"thanks for stepping in earlier and pulling her off of me. you didn't have to do that."

"i wasn't just gonna stand there and watch it happen," you say it like that wasn't what anyone else would have done, what they did do. all more than happy to watch her get her ass beat just to spice up what otherwise would have been another boring school day.

"i'd say i held my own somewhat well," ellie quips, her tone a little lighter than before. you giggle softly, deciding not to remind her that she had been floored by the time you got to her. she had definitely lost the fight, and in her defence, that girl was notoriously scrappy, but fortunately for you, she made losing look so good. holding herself up on her elbows, the meanest look on her dishevelled face as she stared up at the girl with an unwavering glare.

"and what did the principal have to say about that?" you press for details, head tilting curiously. you looked like a puppy, sitting all cute and pretty next to her. ellie swore you were trying to kill her; such a simple movement made her heart rate spike. 

"got a firm slap on the wrist and the usual 'you're better than this' speech." you hum in acknowledgement, a breath of a laugh exhaling through your nose.

"well, for what it's worth, i think you gave her what she deserved." your statement caught her off guard, and she was not expecting you to condone any of what went down earlier.

"oh, you think?"

"oh definitely. the only time i see her is when she's making some poor person's life hell. i'm glad to see her get a taste of her own medicine."

ellie couldn't argue with that, shrugging in agreement as she tried to keep the pride bubbling up in her chest at bay.

"i am a little surprised, though. i wasn't expecting you to entertain a fight with her." this makes ellie raise her eyebrow inquisitively. did she not look tough enough to be in a fight or something? she knew she was nerdy, but surely she didn't look utterly defenceless, right?

"how come?" she questions, leaning back more comfortably in her chair, legs settling into her usual manspread that had you reeling just from seeing it from a distance, never mind being right next to her. your eyes darted around the hallway, desperately trying to focus on the conversation.

"well, y'know, i see you around, and you're usually so…" you trail off as you wave your hands in soft, fluid motions, whimsical and a little silly as you try to explain the softer side of her you had always noticed in what looked like some strange interpretive dance. 

"but back there, you were all like-" you're swinging your arms a little more frantically now, a poor recreation of some generic karate moves. you would feel like a total idiot and you very much do if it wasn't for the cheesy smile spreading across ellie's face at the sight of you.

"yeah?" she feels like she's getting lightheaded from how giddy she feels.

"yeah." you parrot back sheepishly, twiddling your thumbs to ground yourself. so cute.  

all ellie seemed to be good for was being riled up by the other students, so hearing that you had acknowledged her enough to make up your own mind about her made her feel like she was short circuiting. she was quickly snapped out of her temporary high when she felt a sharp sting on the side of her face, her sappy smile irritating her bruises.

"shit, are you okay?" you ask worriedly as she tries to brush it off with a wave of her hand.

"yeah yeah, i'm fine; this could've been way worse. you don't need to worry." her thoughts didn't quite match up with her words, though, silently begging that you'd keep doting on her. she was basking in having your undivided attention.

"ellie, these bruises are pretty big, i'm allowed to worry after i watched you get your ass handed to you," you ramble, ignoring her dismissal. 

"hey! she didn't have that much of an upper hand against me-"

you don’t reply, your hand absentmindedly reaches out to cup her jaw, being careful not to press into where it hurts as you inspect her injuries.

"has anybody checked over you yet?"

she feels like she's on fire, palms sweaty as she silently lets you examine her. she barely managed to respond to your question with a simple "no." she swore she could feel everywhere your eyes landed on her face, and fuck, your hand is so warm. the mess of a girl was surprised that steam wasn't radiating from where your skin met. 

as you give her face a final once over, you catch that frazzled deer-in-headlights look in her eyes and realise what you were doing, immediately removing your hand. if ellie wasn't frozen in place, she would have chased your touch, already missing the feeling of you on her skin.

"s-sorry, i just- i didn't mean to touch you out of nowhere. i was checking for my own peace of mind and got carried away-"

"no!" ellie interrupts a little louder than she meant to. "i mean, it's totally fine," her voice is shaking, "thank you for caring. you don't even really know me, and you're doing all this for me, so thank you."

her abruptness halts your apologetic rambling. you look at her wide-eyed for a moment before letting a soft little smile tug up the corner of your lips. if only she knew just how well you'd come to know her from all of your stolen glances, committing her to memory like she would disappear.

"don't mention it."

silence falls over you, both fidgeting shyly as you struggle to find something else to say. but that was okay. the giddy smiles you were both biting back said everything they needed to.

"i should probably get back to class, i've been holding this hall pass hostage for a while so i could come to check on you." you huff out a little disappointed sigh, reluctant to leave now that you'd finally been able to talk to ellie after so long spent longingly glancing in her direction.

"oh right, sorry. don't let me keep you, like i said i'm fine, really." ellie felt herself deflate a little now that she knew you had to go. the word pathetic came to mind when she realised how silly she must have looked, sulking like a kicked dog.

"i'm glad you're okay, ellie. i'll um… i'll see you around, yeah?" you couldn't help the hopefulness seeping through your words, and ellie noticed. the slight lilt in your sweet voice, your awkward shifting as you stood up, ready to leave.

"yeah, i'll see you around." ellie smiled up at you, ignoring the sharp twinge where her bruises were. maybe she should get beat up more often if it meant getting your attention.

[ventique18]

If Maleanor were alive, she'd probably the type of mom who'd be both doting and a bully to her son. She'd normally just call him Malleus, but when you're hanging out at their place...

Maleanor: "MY BABY BOY, how was school today? Did you eat well? And 🌸 darling, do dig in this feast. It's not always we get visitors as sweet as you."

Malleus: "Mother. Yes I did, thank you for your concern."

Maleanor: "Wonderful! My SWEET BABY ANGEL needs to grow up strong and healthy like his mama."

Malleus: "Mother. I appreciate you, however I would request that you address me normally in front of my peers."

Maleanor: "My, is my cute little duckling trying to put on his big boy pants now? Trying to impress your adorable sweetling, are we?"

Malleus, under his breath: "This crazy old hag..."

Maleanor: "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME? YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT--"

And then they start arguing over dinner. The father of the household, meanwhile, acts as if nothing's happening and speaks to you as he spears through a juicy steak.

Raverne: "I heard you have a direbeast for a pet. Just how did you do such a feat?"

Raverne, dodging a chunk of turkey thrown across the table: "Are you a beastmaster, by any chance?"

Shaking in your seat, you give him a polite smile as you wonder if you, too, could become as strong as Mr. Raverne in the future.

[callmeakaashi]

– a prayer for you ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

synopsis: geto suguru just wants to be the perfect dad and husband. being those things to the people he loves sometimes tears him up like nothing he's ever experienced. genre: dad!geto. that's it. that's all. wc: 679 warnings: positive emotional angst. yearning for youth. parent anxiety. taglist: @chososbbygrl notes: i've been writing so much sad shit lately, so let's giggle and kick our feet just a little tonight y'all

4am never feels that early until it really just is. night ending as the light attempts to creep into your windows, illuminating each other's faces.

the left side of the comforter shifted as your husband stirred from the bed.

he's gotten phenomenal at not waking you, regardless of how he moved. it's been happening for months now.

your daughter slept well throughout the night, so it wasn't really even necessary anymore.

in fact, she'd just turned five weeks ago.

quick padded steps down the hallway crept, as you rolled over to his side – slipping deeper into your slumber.

truth is, he'd had been struggling to sleep - for months now.

grabbing a lighter off the counter, he moved to the living room. his legs crossed as he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

the warmth from the lighter brightened his face as he burned incense and turned the speaker on. fingers moving fast across the screen as he swiped through playlists until finding the perfect one.

the wedding one.

"hmm." he sighed, a smile tugging at his lips.

he shut his eyes and took a breath.

"i'm a capable dad and a loving husband," he sighed.

"watch over her today, tomorrow, and every day that i may not be able to."

and now those same padded footsteps made their way to the kitchen to make your daughter's lunch for preschool.

the baby phase was easy. it's elementary school that scares him.

thoughts crept in.

being bullied, not understanding subjects, teachers overlooking her, making friends and not wanting to be "his little girl" anymore.

her not being treated like the special little sweetheart she is.

they all scared the shit out of him.

he'd never tell you though. cause if you admitted you were having the same thoughts – it would make this out of anyone's control.

and that was something he could never admit.

but the one thing he could control is how he'd want the world to be prepared for your daughter.

softly. delicately.

with perfect precision, care, and love.

so yes, the sticky notes were in the kitchen.

but in the drawer below there was the sparkly blue marker he used to write notes for her. the note was always on top of the tupperware.

and yes, there were charms on the bathroom floor.

she'd been obsessed with making bracelets so one day while you and her were out, he learned how to make them.

sitting through youtube videos for hours on facetime with shoko, his fingers worked and he laughed as he cut more string, trying over and over again until perfection.

he now had three. one with each of your names.

he texted gojo asking for dad advice – even when he said he had none.

he placed her lunch box in the fridge and made his way back down the hallway, this time making a right turn instead of a left.

her room.

clicking the handle down and pushing the door forward, there she was.

still sleeping, sprawled out and quiet.

his eyes softened and a chuckle caught in his throat.

for a moment everything was silent. the world stood still. this mini version of the person he loved the most. she laid in front of him - in all of her little glittery glory.

the love of his life. outside of you, obviously.

silent steps made their way to her purple canopy bed where stuffed animals from claw machines that he'd won for her were littered throughout.

she hugged her build-a-bear, the one she'd gotten for her birthday.

he beamed now, softly pulling the covers further over her before kissing her forehead.

"be kind and never dim your light. that's all i want for you," he whispered, before turning to head back to your room.

but his heart ached as she grabbed the hem of his shirt instinctively, holding one of her two favorite people in her little fists.

and he couldn't help but stay.

if that meant you slept alone for half a night - he could take that.

because she'd never be this little forever.

please do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©callmeakaashi 2025.

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

Gojo and Geto with bad bitch Chubby Reader

Guys, I tried to avoid being a Gojo stan...I tried so hard to hate him...but the pull was too strong. He got my ass. He's too silly. He's too cute the little shit. He's too perfect. Geto's great too before he lost his shit and went psycho the two are just too great to pass up.

2024 WILL BE THE YEAR THAT I GET YOU BITCHES TO PREACH STRONG, CONFIDENT, INDEPENDENT but not too independent bc these men are still yummy af CHUBBY READER! No longer will I be insecure about my weight because these men LOVE to see me coming AND going, I can tell you that.

WARNING: Fatphobia (happens when first meeting Gojo & Geto—they’re teens trying to bully Reader, but she handles herself because they’re idiots), A little angst with the small amount of bullying but I hope I made up for it, Cursing

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Imagine you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko being classmates and friends during their schooling at Jujutsu High. All of you are powerful threats not to be taken lightly. The boys were undoubtedly freaks of nature with how strong they were—though, you had doubled over laughing alongside Shoko a couple of times when you heard them deem themselves "the strongest duo", as if they were some cool loner wolf types. Shoko was a master in the medicinal field; she made any injury look like a breeze to clean. She'd stitch them up no problem with her cursed energy and send them merrily on their way with a swift kick to their backside.

You definitely have more proficiency with cursed energy usage for combat more so than healing, but you could manage healing yourself just fine. You’d been born into a clan, not as highly revered as the Zenin or Gojo clans but still notable, so you’ve been taught from an early age how to wield cursed energy. Sacrificing yourself for the greater good of the world has been drilled into your head since birth, and you agreed with it. The world’s innocence needs to be protected from the cursed dangers life creates. Sure, there are bad people in the world, but the good people make life worth living. At least, that’s what you choose to believe.

While you’re just a normal—aside from the slight infinite power and jaw-dropping strength—girl, you are different in one more physical way. You’re chubbier than most, and not by a small bit.

Are you insecure about it?

Hell fucking no!

You’re a bad bitch. Fantastic face, banging body, stunning smile, bright eyes, a kind but strong heart, and even a cute butt to top it off. You knew this world inside out with how cruel it could be to plus sized folk, and while you took the beating for far too long without fighting back, you took a couple of steps back a few years ago to look at the situation. Why let people push you around like you didn’t matter? Why let them speak to you like you’re lesser than them simply because you weigh more? You were done being talked to like you were filth underneath their boots.

Since that new perspective, you’ve chosen the road of self love and hands rated E for everyone. You’re kind and sweet to those who reciprocate the respect. To those who try you, you beat their asses with a smile. “Education on Human Decency” is what you’ve begun to call the smackdowns since many want to try casting judgment in snide remarks or sneering looks. They can try these hands instead :)

That’s where Jujutsu High and the headaches you know as Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru fit into this philosophy of yours.

You were homeschooled by your clan in the first year of your sorcery high school. Though, after much begging for a change of scenery and yearning for social interactions other than your family and neighbors, they allowed you to go to a high school centered on jujutsu sorcery the next school year.

When you started Jujutsu High in your second year, that is where you met Shoko, Gojo, and Geto, your classmates. The first thought to cross your mind was how small this crowd was. Sure, it wasn’t like the classes you’ve had before had many students in them either; the world of curses and cursed energy wasn’t exactly a booming population to start with, especially when every year is the same class roster composed of the few brothers and sisters you had. Considering that, three new faces was much better than before! You introduced yourself with a joyful tone and an eager handshake.

You started with Shoko since she was the only other girl. You’re glad you did. Shoko, who you originally thought would be tricky to get along with since she gave off “rebel” vibes with that unlit cigarette dangling from her lips and you were nothing of the sort, held a grin and took your handshake with grace. She told you she liked your spunk, that it was nice to be around another girl rather than more stinking boys. You agreed with her with a relieved sigh. You two shared a laugh and chatted some more, each of you discussing your thoughts of the school and figuring out your mutual interests.

Soon enough, you were interrupted by someone giving a very noticeable and forced cough behind you. You turned and were met with two boys, one with jet black hair and a sly grin and the other one with silvery moonlight colored strands sharing the same expression hidden behind circular sunglasses. The white haired boy was leaning heavily on the black haired boy with one arm propped on his shoulder as the black-haired boy crossed his arms in front of himself. Seems like the two are close. No matter.

You stuck your hand out, another smile—admittedly, this one was a little more forced than the one you shared with Shoko—and gave your name. Suguru was the first to bite. He grabbed your hand with a smooth, warm grip, and exchanged his name. His shake felt sincere, though the cunning smirk still laid on his lips.

You tried to shake the other boy’s hand after letting Suguru go, but he decided otherwise. He swiftly with no mercy said he wasn’t going to shake hands with the likes of “you”. You raised an eyebrow, already sensing the insult he would try to hurl at you. One thing bullies are is predictable. None of them have any creative bone in their body, they’re like leeches, in a way. Mooching off other clever remarks they’ve heard used before through the Internet or their idiot friends. Though, they alway reproduce it much shitter than the first time they heard it.

He leaned in with a smile and yapped about how if he touches you, some of your fat might rub off on him. Gojo tries to drag Geto into bullying you too by shamelessly asking if Geto is worried that will happen to him now that he’s so brazenly touched you. As much as you wanted Suguru to be his own person, to be better than the loser clinging to him like a koala, he chimed in that while Gojo’s afraid of that, that that could never happen to him. He sneered while looking down at you that he actually has the discipline to keep the weight off. The two of them share an evil snicker together.

Oh, so that’s how they wanna play it.

Okay. You don’t mind showing a bitch their place.

As Shoko pipes up and tells them to shut the hell up, you stop her. You give her a kind smile that says “I love you, but please back the fuck up as I rock these bitches world”. Her eyebrows jump up in surprise, but she gives you a nod. She quiets down.

You choose to laugh with them. They slowly shut their mouths, finding laughing at you not that funny when you don’t crumple under their taunts like they’d expected. You then explain to them that what you find so funny is that punks like them are so easy to read and, subsequently, ruin. You told them they need to find better insults to steal if they wanna cackle like they’re some kind of drunk hyenas and, unless they get more creative, they’re not worth the air they take from others. You turned to walk away, but since you just couldn’t help yourself, you gave the both of them a swift kick to the chest. Unprepared for the action, they both were sent careening back, but remained standing. You also snarkily nagged that being “undisciplined in weight loss” gave you the extra weight to knock their scrawny asses back that far.

Shoko gave you a hearty high five while laughing at them getting what they deserve. Gojo, though baffled at your defiance, is ready to start throwing punches, as he spews half-assed insults left and right. Geto manages to keep his thoughts to himself, but you do note his expression has definitely become sour. This little scrap is swiftly interrupted by your new teacher, Masamichi Yaga, when he enters and orders the class to settle down. He also snuffs Gojo’s babbling tantrum with a merciless smack to his forehead.

You give a small grin stuck your tongue out at the two when Mr. Masamichi turned his back. From then on, it was war.

You, Geto, and Gojo fought constantly in the beginning

When they (mostly Gojo now) tried to stir shit with you, you’d fling their rudeness right back at them

Whether they tried to pick on your weight, or cheery personality, or strength (which they couldn’t make too much fun off since you were only a little less strong than they were, but so was everyone else compared to their insane powers), you were always ready to kick their asses

You didn’t resent them for their teasing, mostly since you had a good head on your shoulders and you know that Gojo’s only deflecting all the shit he hates about himself onto other people, but they sure got on your nerves sometimes

So, you decided soon into your acquaintance with these dopes that instead of simply beating their asses every time they said some wack shit and never correcting the behavior, you’re going put an end to their bullying of based on others appearances

Because, who knows. You have enough self love and confidence to defend yourself against their rude remarks, but not everyone does. What happens if they target other plus sized people who maybe can’t or won’t defend themselves?

So, when they’d try to make fun of you, you’d correct them with sincerity and help them understand why that would hurt to someone

Geto pretty much never made a passing comment like that again towards you. You’re happy to see that change in him

Gojo huffed and puffed after what he called “your lecture”, but you also saw change in him

After that, it was slow progress to all be friends

Shoko and you were doing great! Hanging out outside of school, dragging her along with you to do some window shopping, eating a sit down lunch together, going to the nearest bookstore, grabbing a yummy sweet treat, stargazing—you did it all together!

She always made a fuss that she had “no interest” in what you would force her to do, but you could secretly tell she liked doing girly stuff together. As long as she could have a smoke break in between these hang outs, she was all good

The first time you, Geto, and Gojo made a recovery in your rocky relationship was when they asked if they could come along with the two of you to get a treat together

You were a bit hesitant to share the thing that brings you joy with the two people who tried to make you the butt of the joke, but you threw them bone and agreed

You four walked down the sidewalk, mostly you chit chatting with Shoko, when Gojo butted his way into the conversation at your mention of Kikufuku.

You and him bonded over your mutual love of the delicate, bouncy sweet treat and you watched as his eyes sparkled like a little kid when you said the place you were going to had an excellent Kikufuku

You know, when Gojo isn’t being a menace, he’s actually nice to share a conversation with

Geto teased Gojo for his astounding sweet tooth, and explained to you an embarrassing story of Gojo losing his mind one time when a dog stole one of his dorayaki treats and ran off

You laughed as Gojo tried to hit Geto as payback for sharing the “secret” but Geto fended off his flailing

Maybe I'll come back to this idea one day when I'm not hung up on the bullying. If you guys like this idea, I might continue it with less bullying. I am a baby when it comes to angst lol. I really do love these boys, I just don't think my heart is ready for the subject matter I wrote.

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[owuwi]

THE MEETING.ᐟ

➤ jackie taylor x sadecki!fem!reader

.ᐣ properly meeting your brother's girlfriend.

⤷ cw: mentions and brief descriptions of bullying, loser!masc!reader, mentions of homophobia, jeff trying to get freaky with jackie in front of his family (not so descriptive).

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it's been a while since jackie felt this nervous.

for the first time, she was going to meet jeff's family. everyone knew meeting your partner's family meant things were getting more serious, yet jackie—deep down—knew jeff wasn't the type of guy to do such thing.

he was a kind guy, though good looking and quite popular. girls didn't hesitate to throw themselves at him, even when knowing he was taken. the only reason why he arranged the dinner was because he and jackie had only gotten back together again and he wanted to reassure the girl—they had a... weird relationship going on recently; this wasn't the first time they've broken up and gotten back together—.

as she fidgeted with the gold necklace hanging from her neck and stared at herself from the mirror, she couldn't help but truly think if this was what she wanted—how she imagined her life. her parents thought of jeff as if he was the one for their daughter, so jackie felt obliged to think the same way.

with a sigh, she took a last glance to herself—straightened the beautiful, floral dress she was wearing and brushed her hair a bit more—before walking out of the bathroom and leading towards the door of her room.

the sight of her boyfriend's car parked outside her house was one that slightly surprised her, given that jeff wasn't a punctual person. maybe, just maybe, he actually wanted things to be better.

though she was quickly proven wrong the moment she saw you stepping out of the car and walking towards her.

she knew you, you were jeff's sister—and the complete opposite to him. you were a timid, calm girl; only making yourself visible whenever it was absolutely necessary. she felt bad for you since she'd never seen you with any friends, but especially since she'd witnessed the way people treated you.

the times she'd seen people roughly shove you against the lockers, mock you, trip you over, were more than she could count. the way she'd seen jeff—your own brother—ignore you, talk shit about you with his friends, confused her more than she could explain.

"jackie, hey." you greeted her, eyes roaming the other girl's figure—admiring how she looked with that dress.

truth be told, you couldn't figure out why such a sweet girl like jackie taylor was dating your brother. sure, it was the typical romantic movie cliché—the team captain dating the jock—yet you knew there were so many others who could treat jackie right.

"jeff he uh—... he asked me to come get you..." you quickly explained the reason why you were there, fidgeting with your fingers as you nervously continued to look at her.

you and jackie had never actually spoke to each other—mostly thanks to jeff's efforts to keep you two apart, not wanting you to 'scare her away'.

"of course he did..." jackie whispered under her breath before forcing a bright smile. she then walked over to where you were and, louder than her last comment, thanked you.

the ride back home was weird, to say the least. it wasn't uncomfortable yet neither of you said a word—the car filled with the soft melody of the song 'If You Leave' from the 'Pretty In Pink' soundtrack cassette you brought along with you.

jackie's sudden laugh disrupted the tranquil moment, an unsure smile forming on your lips at the sound. "i'm sorry, i just would've never imagined you listening to Orchestral Manoeuvers In the Dark." she said, a tiny smirk appearing on her face as she looked at you.

if someone else told you this, you would've immediately thought they were making fun of you—though not jackie. many imagined jackie as the typical popular, mean girl, yet she was the complete opposite to that. she'd never hesitate to help someone, she was always oh so soft and gentle with everyone who crossed paths with her.

"what's wrong with them?" you quietly asked, the smile on your lips not as tight as it was before. "nothing! it's just—... you know, i thought you'd be... blasting whatever rock music you seem to listen to." she explained, not once hesitating about letting her thoughts out.

despite not actually knowing you, she could tell you had a more esoteric music taste simply with the way you dressed—your dark, baggy clothes hiding almost every inch of your skin, your combat boots which resonated with every step you took, the multiple chains and rings decorating your hands and neck.

as your house came into view, the figure of your brother standing in the front door became visible. you were praying and—silently—begging for another moment like this with her, enjoying her presence and hoping to become her friend.

"mhm... next time i'll play you all the cassette i have." you replied with a sudden boost of confidence as you parked the car.

fuck, why would you say something like that?

luckily, the other girl didn't find this comment weird—or, if she did, at least she didn't show it—, she simply laughed a bit before humming.

before either of you could comment anything else, jeff opened the passenger's door and helped jackie out of the car—though she managed to let out quick 'thank you' before her boyfriend roughly closed the door.

being alone had never truly bothered you; yet in that moment, you couldn't help but feel as if there was something wrong with you. you knew you could never do what your brother was doing—introduce your future girlfriend to your family—and it left a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

your mom and dad had an obvious preference towards your brother, but they were still your family and you felt the need to show them the good stuff that would happen in your life.

with a shaky sigh, you unbuckled your seatbelt and walked out of the car, mentally preparing yourself for the situation.

inside the house, the smell of homemade food immediately attacked your nostrils in the best way possible. the sound of your mom's laugher could be heard from the kitchen and you figured jackie was there with her. on the couch, your dad and jeff were watching a soccer match.

deciding to help, you silently set the table, knowing your family would scold you if you went up to your room. the occasional sound of jackie's voice was nice, and oh did it make you want to be her friend.

it didn't take long before the meal was ready and everyone gathered at the table—jeff and jackie, obviously, sitting together. after saying grace, everyone was silent; though not for too long.

your mom started to, subtly, question jackie—what hobbies she had, how were her grades in school, the normal stuff—. with the way jackie was sitting in front of you, you could perfectly see her every reaction; the way her eyebrows lightly furrowed, the way the corners of her mouth twitched.

the way her body suddenly tensed.

the glance she sent jeff wasn't a common one and you were begging he wasn't doing what you thought he was. you knew jeff was the type of guy to get very touchy with girls—even if jackie didn't know that—.

you've definitely thought about telling jackie the truth; the way jeff had seen and talked with other girls in those times he wasn't with her, yet you were afraid of the consequences it would bring.

beneath the table, the blonde guy sneaked his hand past the hem of his girlfriend's dress, fingers slowly sprawling over the soft skin of her inner thighs. with a gentle smack, she pushed his hand away, a deep blush spreading all over her pale flesh in embarrassment.

to say the dinner went well was an understanding, your family all liked jackie and so did you, maybe more than you should. up in your room, headphones on while listening to 'If You Leave', your mind wouldn't stop replaying the moment alone you had with the other girl.

you wanted to get to know her more and you were praying she felt the same way.

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THE BETTER SADECKI MASTERLIST.ᐟ

[cautious-soup]

Bully!(You're never like that around me.)Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Part 2 | Part 1

CW// dubcon, mentions of blood, period sex (hear me out 🙏🏾)

Summary: Satoru mulls over your smile, then fucks your period cramps away.

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"Satoruu~"

Satoru turned at the sound of your voice, "You're not supposed to be in the men's locker room baby,"

You loop your arms around his neck, and he pulls you close, "I know, but I watched the game, and you were absolutely amazing," you coo.

Satoru smirks, "Heh, yeah I know. Those other teams don't stand a chance,"

"Mmm," You hum, trailing a finger down his chest, "Well, you did so good I'm thinking you deserve a reward, Sa-to-ru,"

Satoru feels his face might break in half with how much he's grinning, "Really?"

"Yes, baby, really," You giggle, kneeling down and thumbing the hem of his shorts.

Satoru looks down at you, and you smile up at him.

"Fuuuck, this is amazing," he groaned as you pulled his shorts down, opened your lips and beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep--

Satoru's eyes flew open. He cussed and pawed at the sheets for his phone, shutting off the alarm and trying to go back to sleep.

"God damn it," he grit his teeth, winding himself tight in the covers and willing himself back asleep, "Come on, come on--shit," his mind grabbed uselessly at the fading shape of his dream. It slipped away like mist.

Satoru splayed out on his bed and sighed.

What the hell was wrong with him?

What was the point of dreaming about something he could have whenever he wanted?

Your roommate wasn't even a problem for him anymore. Having RA friends who folded easily under bribes meant he could have you all to himself.

Everything but her smile, her consent.

Satoru scowled, he didn't care about it before, so why now?

You were supposed to be fun, but just thinking about you put him in a crappy mood.

Well, if he was being honest, it was mostly the video.

A few days ago, Satoru took the time to really dig through your friends' social media, just to see what else he could find about you.

One post was a video, you and some guy cozied up to each other. Your highschool boyfriend, he found out.

You touched him so gently, looked at him like he'd hung the moon and stars himself, leaned up and kissed him, then panicked when you saw your friend was recording. The video ended with the sound of both you laughing.

Meanwhile, he still hadn't managed to make you laugh. Tickling was a no. Jokes didn't work, because you were always so fucking miserable around him, it was annoying, you were such a killjoy and he hated killjoys.

So he grabbed his phone again and texted you.

Satoru: wakey wakey

Satoru: im gonna swing by in a bit

Y/N: i cant today

Satoru: lolol doesn't matter if you want to or not im still gonna fuck u

Y/N: i seriously cant, you wouldnt want to either

Satoru frowned down at his screen, then realized what you were talking about.

Satoru: dont care, see you soon~

Y/N: fuck you

Satoru snorted at your response. Seriously, you weren't cute at all. You being on your period should've been a boner killer, since your pussy was all you had going for you.

But, Satoru read somewhere that orgasms helped ease period cramps and well, he couldn't just say no to such an intriguing hypothesis.

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You sigh when Satoru enters your room, dread pooling in your stomach.

You cast a weak glance over to the now empty bed where your roommate once was. She'd just suddenly up and left; your RA said it was a family emergency and didn't elaborate. It was far fetched, but you suspected Satoru had something to do with it--his toxic roots ran all over campus.

"Y/N," Satoru says, waving a hand in front of your face, "Jeez you space out a lot, what's your deal?"

You don't say anything, and wince when a band of pain winds tight around your abdomen. You groan and scoot away from Satoru, "Go. Away. I'm not doing it today, I swear if you try anything I'll bite your dick off."

Satoru rolls his eyes, "Uh, why do you think condoms were invented dummy, a little blood isn't gonna stop me,"

He reaches for you, but you bat his hand away, "Stop! It already hurts and you'll just make it worse--" you say, but Satoru grabs your jaw tightly and forces you to look at him.

"I thought I made it clear that I like hurting you," Satoru says, voice dropping, "You're just a toy for me to have fun with, that's it," he says it like he's talking to himself.

So, you end up on your back, with a stack of towels underneath your hips, absolutely mortified while Satoru rolls a condom onto his dick, looking like a kid in a candy store.

"I genuinely don't know why you wanna do this," you mutter, flinching when Satoru spreads your thighs apart.

"Neither do I," he sighs. He lines himself up with you and, before pushing inside, glances up to meet your gaze. Like he was looking for approval or...consent?

You scoff, "Just get it over with," and look away, biting your lip as Satoru's cock fills your bloody cunt.

"...oh," you both breathe at the same time.

Satoru groans, but tries to play it off as a laugh. Your position is awkward, to try and avoid too much of a mess, but he still finds a way to get close to you.

Always so close...

"F-fuck, ow..." you whimper when he pushes in too far, your aching walls quivering.

"Jesus it's like...totally overflowing," Satoru says.

"That's kind of the point. But sure, push all of that toxic shit back inside with your massive dick,"

"Massive?" Satoru looks back up at you and grins.

The corner of your lip quirks up in a half smile, despite the situation, "Yeah, like the rest of you. Makes you a freak," you say, looking away.

When Satoru doesn't say anything or move for too long, you turn to look back at him.

"U-um," you stammer, "Aren't you gonaaAAH! Fffuck!"

Your breath hitches when you see his face, eyes lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed the most perfect shade of pink.

Satoru slams into you, his pelvis flush against yours despite the blood. A low, pained whine escapes from his throat.

"Sah, saaht- oh my god," Your head falls to the floor as Satoru starts fucking you.

"So fucking slippery inside," he groans, there's hardly any friction, but it still feels incredible somehow.

Overcome with embarassment, you squeeze your eyes shut, but Satoru is leaning down and kissing you.

The pain radiating through your pelvis gets lost behind the haze of pleasure, you feel yourself rolling your hips against Satoru's.

Satoru pants, and looks down at you with a smoldering expression, "Trust me," he pants, "You're gonna thank me for this."

Before you can ask what he means, you squeal as Satoru presses his thumb against your clit, moving it in tight circles and driving you batshit insane.

"Satoru!" you cry out, eyes fluttering shut and thighs burning. Satoru groans and pulls you impossibly closer, kissing you until his hips start to stutter. When he finally cums, he collapses on top of you.

The room is quiet except for the two of you panting. You whimper when he pulls out of you, flushing as the scent of copper meets your nose.

"That was so gross--hey!"

You're about to answer yes, but then you wiggle your hips and realize, "Um, not as much as it was a little while ago..."

Your jaw falls open as you watch Satoru examine his now very red thumb, "Woah, it really is blood huh," he looks down at the red smears covering his crotch, "Does it hurt?"

Satoru huffs, and you watch him hide a smile behind his hand.

"Can I please just take a shower," you sigh.

"No, you can't," Satoru says, "But we can,"

Satoru picks you up and carries you over to the bathroom.

Under the spray of warm water, you clutch your arms and watch the blood swirl down the drain, while Satoru spends too much time lathering your tits from his spot behind you.

But really, it isn't so bad.

Part 4

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A/N: I swear I don't know how I'm writing this fast, it's insane.

[yoiisa]

COME ON, COME ON ⋆˙⟡ BACHIRA MEGURU

"In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream, It's like a million little stars spelling out your name, You gotta come on, come on, Say that we'll be together, Come on, come on, Little taste of heaven" - "Untouchable" by Taylor Swift Tags: FLUFFY! A little bit of hurt (mentions of Bachira being bullied but nothing explicit) with a lot of comfort! Bullied! Bachira X Popular Kid! Reader. Not proofread.

a/n: This is part of a little series I doing where I’m writing BLLK fics for each of my fav songs on all the T Swift albums.

hey y'all! I just rewatched s1 of BLLK, and it reminded me how precious Bachira is w/ his backstory ^_^ . I wanted to write a cute little story for him since he's my day one!

Bachira lay curled up on the floor for at least an hour after everyone had left. The alley between the two school buildings is particularly useful in practicing head butts with his soccer ball, but it is also conveniently shady enough that his bullies had no trouble cornering him there and beating the shit out of him regularly.

He slowly sits up, his shoulder aching. His face is all scratched up and his lip is split. Fuck, how would he explain this to his mom? She'd promised the school hell last time he came home like this but she was struggling enough on her own. A single mother, an artist to boot, threatening a school like his? Forget it.

"Fuck," Bachira mutters, cradling his head in his hands as tears leak down his cheeks. "Fuck."

"Oh my god," a voice croaks a few feet away from him. Bachira looks up to find a figure standing there, their eyes wide in horror, a hand clasped over their mouth, and their body shaking. "A-are you okay?"

They rush towards him and he flinches back. At his jerk, the stranger stops. Bachira holds their gaze. After a beat of silence, they reach into their pocket and take out a handkerchief.

"Here," they say softly. They approach him slowly now and kneel at his side, extending the cotton square to him. Bachira blinks down at it, his expression dull.

"For me?" he asks.

"Your lip is all bloody. You should use this to clean yourself up and then go to the nurse!" you exclaim.

Bachira gives you a soft smile and takes the handkerchief from your hand. "That old lady has already seen me too many times this year. I'll just hide out in the bathroom until it gets . . . better. Is it really bad?"

You feel kinda bad nodding, but he really looks rough. He laughs softly at your nod and shakes his head. "Whatever, thank you for the handkerchief."

Bachira stands to walk away, but you gently take a hold of his wrist before he makes it very far. "Wait! What happened?"

Bachira turns back to you, his round eyes wide at your touch. Your hand is soft, and cradles his wrist tenderly, as if you believe the touch will make yet another bruise blossom on his skin. Another beat of silence passes before he asks, "What do you think, [name]?"

You balk. "How do you know my name?"

"We're in the same class."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Bachira scoffs and a humorless smiles appears on his face. Of course they don't know him. They're friends with the kids who did this to him. He attempts to tug his hand out of their grasp again, but he's ultimately unsuccessful when your grip holds fast.

"Wait- I do know you! You're the one who's really good at soccer!" your face breaks into a small smile, and something aches in Bachira's chest. It's been so long since someone who wasn't his mother smiled at him with anything other than malice. When you ask, "You're name is Bachira Meguru right?" Bachira swears the floor gives out under him.

" . . . is this a joke?" he asks.

There's a bit of annoyed wariness in his voice, but ultimately, the only thing you get from the question is fear. The idea that someone is scared of you makes you feel incredibly upset. Since you were eight years old, you'd prided yourself on being the people person, and inviting everyone to be your friend. You'd been with people who were shy before, but never with someone scared. Bachira's fear was almost palpable in his eyes, his pupils tiny and assessing your every move. It's beyond sad.

"That's an awfully mean thing to do, isn't it?" you say as you rise. "I'm not a mean person."

"But your friends are, so think again. What does that make you?" Bachira says softly as he walks away.

Once again, you're left stunned and shaken by this kid. What the hell? No, it couldn't have been your friends who did this to him. They were good people! Yeah they might've laughed behind people's backs every now and then, and make the occasional crude remark, but-

Holy shit, your friends are douches.

You shake your head and hurry after Bachira, your hand going to his bicep. He turns again and stares at you with a surprised expression, as you say, "Please. Let me at least walk you to the nurse's office. You took a real beating."

" . . . fine."

The trip is a silent affair, with a thin blanket of tension hanging over you. The two of you pass your classroom on the way, and you catch your friends giving you odd looks while you walk with Bachira.

One of the guys in your group, a boy named Mori Hinata mouths What are you doing?

You turn your face away and continue with Bachira to the nurse's office.

You sit next to him on a cot while the nurse gets her equipment.

"He has a crush on you," Bachira says suddenly.

"Huh? Who?" you ask.

"Mori. He was talking about it while he was . . . y'know."

" . . . I didn't know."

Bachira cuts you a shocked look. "Really?"

"I don't know! I guess . . . I guess I always had a feeling, but it was never anything super concrete. He's super mean to me too, just not," You look up at Bachira and sigh. "Physically."

"Must be nice," Bachira smiles and laughs.

Your brows furrow. "I don't want someone like him to have a crush on me. I don't want someone who's capable of this," I gesture to Bachira's injuries, "to like me."

"No? He can protect you though," Bachira flexes his bicep and puts on a goofy face. "Like Hey, stay away from my girl, you prick. Something like that, you know?"

I snort. "Still. He's a bully. I guess I was blinded by knowing him for so long. I . . . I didn't want to believe he could do something like this."

"Well, technically he didn't touch me. He just got Saito and Nishikawa to do it."

"Still! That doesn't make it any better!" You sigh and rest your chin in your hand. "I don't even want to be friends with him anymore . . ."

Bachira chuckles. "I don't think it'll go well for me, if he finds out I'm the reason you're ignoring him."

You whip you're head in his direction. "If he, Saito, or Nishikawa touch you again, tell me I'll deal with it."

"Really?"

"I have no issue yelling at ex-friends."

Bachira blinks as he watches your determined expression. "But, you'll be lonely."

"Hmm?"

Bachira turns away from you, a sour expression on his face. He stares down at his hands, flexing his fingers. After a moment of him thinking, he whispers, "I don't want to cause someone else to be lonely. I am, and it's the worst."

You stare at Bachira, your heart aching. After a moment of silence, you reach up and tuck a strand of loose brown hair behind his ear, revealing some of his under dye. He turns a furious shade of rose and turns his head to face you. You meet his honey eyes before smiling and looking down at your lap.

"Do you remember when they taught us about penguins as kids? Like, why they huddle up?" Bachira tilts his head in confusion before nodding. You giggle and continue. "It's cause of the cold, right? If they don't huddle up together, they'll freeze. Well, up until around second grade, I was super shy. I would sit at my desk and doodle on the wood while watching everyone form groups. I felt like a penguin that was freezing, since everyone around me was huddling up together.

"I used to pray to stars at night, begging them to keep me from freezing to death. I'd sit on my knees with my hands clasped like this, whispering C'mon, c'mon. Send someone my way. Eventually someone did show up, Mori, and he whisked me away with him to huddle in his group. It was nice to be warm but now I see the truth."

I look up at Bachira. "If he wasn't willing to invite you into his huddle, he doesn't really care about keeping people warm. That isn't someone I want to be around. I want to keep you warm though, so I'll have you if I leave the huddle right? I won't be lonely, right?"

The look on Bachira's face is precious. His eyes are bright, his face flushed, and his aura just glows. He looks five years old, fresh and new to the world, and totally unaware of the dangers that lurk just beyond the door. For his whole life, he'd thought of something like this as entirely unattainable, but now you're sitting here across from him, promising to keep him warm. It's too much. It's so much.

Without warning, he flings himself onto you, wrapping you in a tight hug and you have to lower yourself onto the cot in order to not fall flat onto the floor. He pulls back a little bit, and his cheeks are puffed as a smile carves itself on his face.

"Woah! Bachira!"

"You're an angel right?" he asks, his smile bright. "A guardian angel? No, that's too little. You're a piece of heaven itself."

You blush and giggle. "What? No, stop . . ."

Bachira shakes his head and laughs. It's a bright sound, like bells. It reminds you of birds chirping and the sound of a newborn's first laugh. It's enchanting.

"I'll keep you warm," Bachira promises. "I'll never leave you out in the cold! I swear! Me and my monster got you, no matter what?"

His what-

Your thoughts get cut off when he lowers himself on you again, losing himself in the warmth of your embrace. You shake your head as a smile also grows on your face. You wrap your arms around Bachira as well and nuzzle into his neck.

"Me too."

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"[name]~" Bachira coos as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You're so busy, you're not paying any attention to me."

You giggle and kiss his cheek. I lower my water bottle and turn to kiss his cheek. "You're so impatient."

"Come on~" he whines. "You promised me we'd get insta-ramen and mangas after school today."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

You pick up your duffle bag and swing it over your shoulder. However, Bachira takes it from your hand and bears the load himself. He links his free hand with yours and lifts it to his mouth, pressing kisses along the knuckles.

A chill rushes through the air, winter rudely announcing her presence. You shiver and Bachira immediately drops your duffle to the floor. He takes his scarf off and promptly weaves it around your neck, securing it with a firm tuck.

"You'll get sick," you pout.

"I promised to keep you warm, and I will," Bachira responds firmly. "Besides, you can keep me warm then, when I'm sneezing and coughing-"

"And are gross?" you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

Bachira giggles. "Exactly."

He picks up your duffle bag again, and the two of you continue your walk out of the school gates, the penguin key chains you got dangling from the zipper.

[dustyrkives]

Call Me Mommy

PAIRING: Ada Wong x fem reader

WARNINGS: RE4r Ada, modern AU, age-gap (r is in her early twenties while Ada is in her 30s), hotel magnate Ada, college student r, implied corruption kink, backshots, r is on a pill, est. relationship, mommy kink, GP Ada because I said so, choking, profanity, and cock-warming.

SYNOPSIS: While being fucked silly, you accidentally call her mommy.

MEN DNI

Ada hated it whenever she saw an individual dating someone younger than them. She'd see men prancing into her hotel with women young enough to be their daughters–the same goes for the women, too.

But boy, did hypocrisy boil down on her when she met you–a sweet college girl, during a reunion in her alma mater that she almost didn't want to attend.

Ada's glad that she did, though. Because now she has a pretty young lady to come home to.

The age-gap gap between you two isn't too big–just about nine years. Not bad, right?

After work, Ada would buy you gifts ranging from flowers, necklaces, and luxurious attires–and mind you, she isn't big into giving gifts. Is this the effect of having a lover? Aside from that, Ada–not that she'd admit it–looks forward to you calling her during her breaks, she had her assistant email you her schedule, just in case you'd want to call and meet up, of course.

Aside from the quality time–sex, of course.

Oh, a devilish glint passed through Ada's eyes when you said you hadn't been touched before when things were getting heated when the two of you were making out in her office during the hotel's anniversary party–she knew she'd have her fun breaking and corrupting you.

Your nails left marks on her back, your legs pressed against your chest as her cock drills into your warm, wet, and tight channel. Your arousal mixed with her precum, your eyes fluttered close while your mouth remained open as you moaned her name and how good it felt. After she's had her fill of you, leaving you trembling, whimpering, and full of marks; she knew she was already hooked with you as you are with her.

It was a school break, and what else could you do other than go on a trip to Japan with her to let off some steam from your academic stress?

And yes–that includes sex. Again.

Your moans echo in the hotel room as Ada slams another fat inch of her cock into you after coming back from a meeting with one of her shareholders.

You drop your head into the pillows, ass raised into the air as the cold blow of air nips at your soaked, quivering folds with Ada on top of you, her front pressed against your back. Her dark brown eyes gazed at your marked skin, quietly groaning at every pathetic mewl, whimper, and moan.

Oh, you were so gone.

Each stinging paps of flesh has your brain going haywire.

"A-Ada–" You choked as your hands fisted the silk, ruined sheets, "Oo-oh! F-fuck!" You bite into the pillows as the curve of Ada's cock massage through your walls–splitting your cunt open to accommodate her girthy size.

Her soft pink tip kisses the curious, spongey area, making you see stars. "Oh–shit, mommy right there!"

What?

Ada's hips don't stop, if anything, it made her go harder, harsher on your poor cunt. "What did you just call me, baby?" She husks, her voice dropping an octave lower as she bullies your pussy.

Red spreads all over your face as a soft whimper rips from your lips.

The older woman tuts, clicking her tongue in disapproval as she slows her hips–tortuous. "I asked you a question, sweetheart." With her other hand, she grabs the front of your neck and tilts it up so her lips can reach your ear. "I expect an answer."

You cry out as she circles her hips. "Now, what did you just call me?"

Embarrassed, fucked-out, and horny, you answer her.

"M-mommy."

With a vile smirk, Ada deepens her angle, using her other arm to grip the trembling headboard as it slams against the wall.

Your mouth spreads agape, your walls clamping deliciously around her as she fucks you into the bed. "Again, baby. Call me mommy again when I'm fucking you." She growls, and you comply.

"M-mommy!" You whine as her hands hold your hips in place as she accurately hits the spongey spot inside your cunt. Your fluids mix with hers, dripping into the sheets as she fucks you silly. You can feel her toned abdomen flexing against your back as she pistons her hips. You moan as her arms slide to your waist, pulling you close to her bare chest.

"Mine, pretty girl." She grunts as her hands latch onto your perky breast, squeezing. "You're fucking mine."

Your back arches against hers as you instinctively meet her hips, eyes rolling back when her slick balls slap against the curve of your ass. She bucks her hips, stuttering when your walls consistently squeeze the life out of her.

"Fuck, y-you're s-so fucking tight." She sneers, "So good for mommy, are you, baby?"

"Ye-yes!" You wail as you drop to the bed. A mixture of deep moans and breathy whines fill the sex-filled air.

"S-shit, doll. Mommy's going to cum." The older woman growls as she jackhammers her dick into you–her pace shallow, quick, and devastating that it has your thighs slapping against hers.

Her thrusts remain deep as your ass clashes with her pelvis before you gush around her cock, thighs quivering as you breathily call out: "Mommy," Your entire body spasming beneath hers as she held you tight against her.

"Mommy's close, little one." She coos as she moves her hips, "Nearly there, baby, and–oh."

A deep moan rips from your older lover's lips as streams of cum shoot deep into your pussy, creating a mixed concoction as Ada's cock throbs in her release, pumping her semen deep inside you.

Ada pants, her other hand gently cradling your head while her lips kiss the bites she left on your neck and shoulders.

"You did so well, baby." She coos and gently pulls out, eliciting a weak sob from you as she gently turns you on your back, peppering kisses all over your sweat and tear-stained face.

"Mommy's proud of you." The short-haired woman murmurs before inserting her flaccid cock back in, making your mixed cum spill down to your droopy folds. You mewl, hands automatically latching on her back, your nails digging against her skin.

Your lover moans at the sensation before kissing you delicately.

"Easy, sweethearts. Mommy just wants to stay inside you, yeah?"

With that, you relax and pull her to you, making Ada push her hips deep, plugging your fluids.

"There, there." She murmurs, "Mommy's got you."

When your eyes slightly open, you're greeted with a look that says: I'm going to fuck you again. Later.

And you're right as Ada leans down, her hot breath fanning your outer ear.

"Mommy's going to have you again later."

[talaok]

can i request a fic with joel miller? where he marks up readers neck with loads of hickeys and tommy and ellie ask about them?

idk whether joel would be embarrassed or proud lol, like ellie would be horrified or bully him depending on his attitude ig

love your blog!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

It was a beautiful sunny morning in Jackson, the sun was high up in the sky, the stove was working without any issues for once, and as you stood there, bare feet on the floor tiles, eggs frying in the pan... you took a moment to breathe, to enjoy the silence that spread around you... something so simple, and yet impossible to get as of lately.

And just like clockwork, as always, the moment you were starting to relax, the sound of fast-paced footsteps echoed from the hall, as Ellie came down the stairs at full force.

The day that kid didn't wake up with enough energy to power a whole city was gonna be the day the world came to an end.

You remained turned, as she sprinted through the door.

"Good morning" you smiled, turning your head to give her a brief smile, before getting back to the pan.

"Good morning!" She grinned, slightly out of breath as she sat at the kitchen table 

"did you sleep well?"

"I would have slept better if Joel had stopped snoring so loud the whole night"

You couldn't help but snort 

You loved that man with your whole heart... but she kinda had a point on that.

"Count your blessings" you laughed "At least you don't have to sleep next to him"

"Yeah I have no idea how you do that"

"me either" A soft chuckle left your throat

"so what's for breakfast?" 

"eggs" 

You could physically feel the disappointment take over her body.

"what a surprise" she grumbled "Never had those for breakfast before"

"hey!" you gasped, still inevitably smiling "Eggs are good for you, and you should be thankful I'm even cooking you breakfast, kid"

And although you could hear her sigh, the moment you turned, pan in hand to give her her breakfast, that shit-eating, fake grin she'd learned from Joel was plastered on her face, 

but that was only for a moment, because a second after, the smile, together with any type of joy, pretend or not, left her features.

"what happened to your neck?"

You frowned

"What?"

Her eyes were wide, worried, seemingly scared

"Y-your neck, what happened? Did You get hurt? Did someone hurt you? Does Joel kno-"

And only then, only when his name left her mouth did you realize what had happened, did you realize the mistake you'd made this morning.

"No Ellie" you shook your head, putting the pan down to place a gentle hand on her arm "It's... it's nothing, don't worry"

She shoved your hand away with a quick move as she argued

"What do you mean don't worry, your whole neck's red y/n! What happened?!"

"Nothing Ellie, I promise" A soft laugh threatened to spill from your lips as you tried to calm her down, but the girl resisted as she stood up suddenly, the chair screeching at the movement

"Why don't you wanna tell me what happened? I'm not a kid, I wanna know who did this to you!"

"Ellie, I-"

And just then, heavy footsteps entered the room.

"What's with all the screaming?"

Joel's disheveled self had joined the party, looking every bit of tired as he was.

He passed a hand through his messy hair, groaning lowly before his gaze settled on you and then on Ellie.

Ellie scoffed as her eyes widened even more

"Are you serious!?" she almost shouted, clearly done with the both of you "Are you blind? Something obviously happened to y/n e she doesn't wanna tell me what it is!"

You watched as every bit of sleep left his body, now tense and alert as he always was when danger was near

"What happened to you?"

But before Ellie could intervene and get even madder, you shut them both off as you rolled your eyes at Joel.

"My neck Joel" you explained, raising your brows "Ellie wants to know what happened to my neck, and since it's your doing... I'm gonna let you handle this"

And with one simple sentence, both their attitudes had changed 

You watched as the realization hit Joel, and then a moment later as the other realization hit

Your neck.

your neck was red and bruised,

and he knew why

Of course he knew why... he was why

"what do you mean it's his doing-"

Ellie's face was creased in puzzlement, but all you did was turn to Joel, waiting for him to dig himself out of the grave he'd dug.

"Ellie- I-" a heavy sigh fled his mouth as he shot you a -why do I have to do this- look, although he knew damn well why... mr "just one more".

"what, what happened?"

He cleared his throat, clearly struggling to hold the kid's gaze

"Well, Ellie" you didn't miss the way his voice cracked the tiniest bit in the middle "Y/n's neck is red because..." his expecting eyes traveled to you again

"Because?" Ellie asked, impatient.

"because well, Ellie when..." you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed the sand in his mouth 

Funny how you'd seen this man do things that would make the average man piss his pants, without a hint of dread, and this was the most you'd seen him scared.

"Well, it's that... when-" he cleared his throat again, as his hand went to scratch the inexistent itch at the back of his neck "when- uhm- two adults love each other very much they... well they do-"

And thanks to some god somewhere Ellie stopped him before he could end the sentence

"Oh my god-stop!" she moaned, looking ready to throw up"I know what sex is Joel!"she gagged, looking between you two "So is-is that why your neck's..."

You only needed to give her a slight nod before another agonizing groan left her mouth "Oh my god-" her face contorted into a frown "that's - disgusting, you didn't have to tell me that!"

"You said you wanted to"

"yeah well I take it back!"

And even though you tried to stop her, calling for her, she had bolted out of the room before you could do anything, bumping into a figure as she did.

"woh" Tommy breathed, frowning as the kid flew past him, having let himself into your home once again

"what happened? Why is Ellie-" he asked, his brows pulled together in puzzlement, before they creased even more "Wait what happened to your neck?"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly 

"That's what happened to Ellie" you breathed, still smiling "Your brother got a little too carried away last night"

You watched Joel roll his eyes as Tommy laughed like that was the funniest thing he'd heard in days

"'s that right?" he joked, throwing his brother a smug grin "And you tried explaining her just now, didn't you?"

"yeah" Joel grunted, waiting before Tommy inevitably laughed again, this time even going as far as throwing his head back.

"it ain't that funny" he argued, sighing loudly as he walked to you

"No, no you're right, You explainin' to a little girl about sex ain't funny at all" he snorted, laughing even louder somehow.

The moment he finished his little scene, you were both looking at him annoyedly, although a spark of amusement still ignited your eyes.

"alright, alright, I'll go talk to her" he held his hands up in defeat, "just leave me some of those eggs, 'm hungry" 

And that's all he said, before he was out of the room, leaving you and Joel alone

"Just one more huh?" you smiled, looking up at him, "my whole neck's red"

"why didn't you cover it?" he asked, which, to be honest, was a legitimate question, you always did cover it whenever something like this happened... which were more times than you liked to admit.

"Ah so now's my fault?" you cocked an eyebrow

"c'mon now, sweetheart, you mark me too" he argued

"yeah but where no one can see, baby"

And at that a lascivious smirk appeared on his lips as he gripped your waist "mmmh what can I do?" he breathed, his mouth hovering over your lips just to get lower to the reddened skin of your neck "i just can't help myself when I see this pretty neck"

And then once again, he was kissing it, softly starting to focus more just underneath your left ear

"Joel..." you whimpered

"what?"

"are you serious?" you chuckled, clinging to his arms 

"one more can't hurt at this point darlin'..."

[raguonmynieceandnephew]

The Hell of Wait

Imagine this: You are the Queen of Ithaca. You gave birth at most like 5 months ago and your husband is gone to fight a war. You are now to raise this kid by yourself. The war itself takes ten years. You get the news he won, and the other kings are back in their homes, but yours is still there. He probably died. Now you have to entertain suitors who believe he and all the 600 men he took to war died and they turn out to be the a gang of assholes that pester you and your son. You wait.

You and your mother in law still believe he will come but he takes so fucking long she dies of a broken heart. You keep waiting.

You are forced to keep serving the suitors, forced to spend stupid amounts of money everyday on food and wine, throw banquets, parties, allow your home to be desecrated and is forced to house the freeloaders, no matter how much unsufferable they are, because of divine law. And you can't even complain because said divine law is the only thing that protects you from them aswell, at least for now, but you know it's only for a while. They are dangerous power hungry monsters, led by a fucking sociopath who bullies your teenage son and jokingly threatens to SA you on a daily basis, and he is so bold he does it to your son's face. Still you wait, no matter how much it hurts, you wait.

Yes, you know Zeus will punish them if they do anything, but the punishment means the crime has already been committed, so you are fucked either way. The safest thing to do would give in, but you refuse. Instead you risk your life and plot a whole scheme to fool those men and buy time for his arrival, if he's still even alive. Night after night you unthread that shroud, knowing that if any of them see you do it you are done for (ayyy). But you do it because you have faith, and you prefer to suffer the consequences that forsake the man you love. You choose to wait some more

The day you feared the most finally arrives, you have to pick and there's no running from it anymore, but you still find a way to buy more time, even if it's a few more days: The Challenge. String a bow, shoot an arrow through some axes and voilá. Perfect plan, doable enough so they can't question it but hard enough so they won't be able to do it. It works, but now the suitors are pissed and are about to raid the castle. It's over. But still, you remain waiting. if that's the last day of your life, you will spend it steadfast, unbroken, unwaivering. Waiting.

I love this part, not only because it's beatiful, but because we see that she is fucking pissed. She is very fucking angry at all she's been through these goddamn 20 years. Miraculously your husband arrives just in time, and deals with the situation, the wait has paid off, You can finally see the man you love after 20 years, you can finally RELAX and the first thing he does is fix his lips to question your love? Shit, i'd be fucking pissed too!

And i love how Ody gets angry at the bed thing but instantly recognizes her feelings when she claps back and he just pipes down and shuts up. He recognizes that he might be just a man, but she is just a woman too. She was fighting monsters and storms of her own, and she knows that if he went through half of what she's been through (and she can see he's been through A LOT) and fought as hard as she did for their love, then it doesn't matter what horrible things he has done, cause if she was in his shoes, she'd do 10x worse.

I fucking love this damn musical.

[thrasherella]

Cat!hybrid girl seduces mouse!hybrid boy at a house party

...

She'd been with a rat before, but never a mouse, and he was definitely a mouse, no mistake. Those large, velvety soft looking round ears, short stature; he was a good foot shorter than her, and just a little bit chubby. So small, but so goddamn cute.

She couldn't help herself.

They had momentarily locked gazes from across the room at the party, pupils dilating in her bright green irises as a small smirk tugged the corners of her lips, whiskers twitching slightly as she maintained that contact with his deep brown eyes and made her way over to him, slinking her way through the small crowd of their friends gathered in the living room.

"Hey,"

"Hey."

She leaned in, supporting herself with her left forearm against the wall, looking down at him playfully. "Enjoying the party?" her fluffy, inky black tail gave a mischievous flick, wrapping around the side of her waist and brushing against his thigh lightly.

He was very clearly nervous, shrinking back against the wall, hands sweaty in his pockets as he looked up at her with a shy smile, a little electric thrum sparking at the spot her tail touched him. Holy shit she's hot, and she's a cat...keep it together man!

"Y-Yeah, just, hangin' out; how about you?" his own long, thin, sparsely haired tail thumped gently against the wall, and she gave a little chuckle, momentarily flashing those sharp canine teeth...

"Oh I'm having a great time," she leaned in closer, practically pressing her breasts into his face as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink, his gaze momentarily dropping to the cleavage popping out of her low cut top. "I can think of a few ways to make it even better though, if you wanna join me for some fun..."

...

A few minutes later she had him in the bathroom, stripping him of his dark hoodie and pulling down his pants, his cock already leaking precum as he sprung free of his fabric constraints. The blush never left his face as he stood somewhat awkwardly in his baggy white t-shirt, jeans around his ankles, his eager dick poking through his boxer shorts.

Fuck why was he so cute?!

"Well, what are you waiting for nerd? Put it in already..." she bullied him playfully, getting down onto all fours in front of him, tail now high in the air as she pulled her skirt up over the curve of her ass to expose her bare cunt to him; she never wore panties.

"Yeah, just like that...mmhmmm, aaall the way..." he followed her instructions, slowly pushing his surprisingly thick cock inside her tight, wet folds, his breath coming out in small pants and huffs.

"Mmmmm yeah, that feels sooo good...pump it in and out, just like that...do you think you can go harder? Oh fuck yeah, mmhmmm...right there, keep going..."

[gotta-winwin]

2019 debut year <> what is his problem?

word count: 2.1k TW: a bucket of snark, cold wonwoo, mentions of bullying, swearing italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin

౨ৎ ─── ─── ──౨ৎ─── ─── ──౨ৎ─── ─── ──౨ৎ

"Mingyu!" Cyana yelled from across the living room, her leg propped up as she sat icing her swollen ankle.

The boy in question slid into view, stumbling a little for balance as he grappled with the slippery wooden floors. "Yes, princess?"

Cyana made a little face at the nickname. "Can you charge my phone for me please? I left it in the kitchen and I can't stand up." She pouted at the mention of her rolled ankle. "And I thought I told you not to call me that."

Mingyu let out a deep sigh. "It's fitting though, don't you think? You are seventeen's princess." He poked her ankle gently. "Look at me, waiting on you hand and foot."

She sent him a glare. "You're the reason I'm like this." She let her upper half crumple dramatically onto the couch.

Mingyu had came rushing into practice this afternoon, colliding into an unaware Cyana, who had just been trying to leave the room for water. Everyone had chalked it up to the fact that Mingyu only ever looked parallel to his height, and could not see Cyana below him.

"I've already apologized." He whined, leaving to grab her phone. "You're even sleeping over so I can take care of you. Seungcheol said it was my punishment. You know only special people can ever enter the Minwon residence."

She scoffed. She noticed she was unnaturally riled up today, annoyed by the pain and inconvenience of not being able to walk. "Special, my ass."

"Hey." Mingyu stared at her from the doorway, having been on his way to grab a charger for her phone. He sent her a frown. "I understood that."

Cyana stuck out her tongue in retaliation, smiling to herself when it got a loud laugh from Mingyu. She watched him walk out of view, probably to his room to grab his charger.

They really had started to feel a little like family, Cyana realized as she sat there, with nothing to do but to ponder. She wouldn't have ever expected to be enjoying small moments like this, despite her ankle still throbbing. She also wouldn't have ever thought this job would be anymore than purely working. She never imagined she'd make friends, let alone call 13 boys her family. Well, 11 boys, she correctly ruefully. Woozi had been refusing to speak to her since the Hug BPM incident, although Cyana noticed he had changed it to be 138. Wonwoo was another one who seemed to be doing everything under the sun to avoid her, despite them literally being under the same roof right now. He had helped Mingyu move her from the car to their couch, gave her a look over and retreated to his room.

She let out a huff. She'd been here for nearly two months now, and comeback season would begin in less than two weeks. Wonwoo or Woozi (preferably both) would have to get their shit together sooner or later, before fans began to notice and shit started getting stirred.

Mingyu knocked twice on Wonwoo's door before entering. The last time he had walked in unannounced, a controller had been sent flying his way.

"Wonwoo hyung~" He called, reaching over to move Wonwoo's headset slightly off his ear. "Can I borrow your charger?"

Wonwoo frowned, blinking at Mingyu, his eyes adjusting from the bright screen back to reality. "Why?" Mingyu's phone wasn't adaptable to his charger head.

Mingyu waved the lilac phone in his hand. "Cyana's phone."

"She's got you charging her phone for her now?" Wonwoo muttered, getting up to grab it from the floor next to his bed. "Puppy."

"Hey!" Mingyu protested indignantly. "Her ankle's injured. I'm just helping. Like you should be doing."

Wonwoo frowned. "Why would I?"

"She's family."

Wonwoo scoffed. "She's not family. Family is the people who were there with us in that fucking lime green room."

Mingyu cut his eyes at the older boy, disappointed. "Cyana's a good person. You'd know if you'd just give her a chance."

"She's a ticking time bomb, Gyu. You need to realize that." Wonwoo's shoulders sagged as he sighed, handing over his charger. "She's going to blow up our comeback either way."

"You've been talking too much with Woozi hyung." Mingyu decided. "One skeptic's enough in this group."

"She's got 11 cheerleaders and knights-in-waiting already." Wonwoo quickly countered, sitting back down and putting his headphones back on, clicking open a new game. "I just don't think we'd get along."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "She's literally you, Wonwoo. Down the a T." He groaned when the older boy gave no reaction, the headphones blocking his words. "Aish-" He slapped the back of Wonwoo's head gently. "Idiot."

Returning back to the living room, he plugged the charger in the outlet next to Cyana and handed her her phone. "You better thank Wonwoo later, it's his charger."

Cyana groaned. "Why~ Couldn't you have just grabbed yours?"

"My charger doesn't fit your phone, nana." Mingyu frowned. "Did something happen between you and Wonwoo hyung or what?"

"What do you mean?"

Mingyu took a seat next to her, hands reaching over to bring her injured foot into his lap, massaging her ankle. "Just mean that there has to be a reason you hate each other, that's all."

"I don't hate him, Gyu." Cyana sighed. "I just don't like being where I'm clearly not wanted."

"I'll talk to him."

Cyana shook her head. "No, no. Don't make it worse. It's okay, Gyu." She patted his arm. "Wonwoo not liking me isn't going to destroy me. As long as he hides it well during recordings, we're fine."

"He's my best friend though~" Mingyu whined. "I want my two best friends to get along well."

Cyana let out a shaky laugh, hit by a sudden jolt of pain when Mingyu pressed on a particular spot. "Sadly we don't always get what we want." She squeezed his shoulder. "Really, though. It's okay. I still have more friends than I ever had before."

He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged. "I didn't really have friends growing up, is all. I was busy."

Mingyu looked at her sadly. "That's not good. Childhood friends are the best. You didn't make any at school?"

Cyana thought for a little bit, reaching over to move Mingyu's fingers to a certain spot where she felt like the pain was the most. "I had some friends in Vancouver, but once we moved to LA, everyone kind of already had friends. So it was awkward to join them."

"Oh." Mingyu couldn't wrap his head around the idea that Cyana didn't have friends in LA. She was so comforting and funny and pretty and good.

"They were all mean anyways." Cyana shrugged off the heaviness that the memories had brought her. "Not very friend-material."

Mingyu nodded. "I guess." He was still sad though, imagining lonely baby Cyana in the middle of a busy and large LA.

Sensing his sadness for her, Cyana offered him a bright smile. "I have you now. And Shua. And Kyeomie, and Boo, and Chan, and Vernon." She began counting them with her fingers, earning a smile from Mingyu. "And Hannie, and Hoshi, and Jun, and Haohao, and Seungcheol." She paused. "Well, kind of Seungcheol. I don't know if we're there yet." Looking up at Mingyu, she smiled. "But still! That's a lot of friends."

"I'm glad." Mingyu could only say, although his eyes said a whole lot more. I'm glad you have us. I'm glad you see us as your friends. I'm glad you're our friend. My friend. Cyana's grateful smile told him she understood.

The next morning, Cyana woke up in a stranger's bed. She sat up, frowning when she didn't recognize the bedroom she was in. Mingyu's bedroom did not have pretty LED lights coming from the ceiling, and last time she checked, he didn't own a gaming station.

"Get up."

Her eyes widened at the sound of Wonwoo's voice. She turned her head to look at him, leaning on the doorframe of the connected bathroom.

"What?" She mumbled, still deciding whether or not it was all a dream. It had to be, for on what planet would she wake up in Wonwoo's bed?

"I said get up." Wonwoo sighed, pushing himself off the doorframe to grab his coat from the foot of the bed. Sensing her confusion, he bit back a tiny smile. "You and Mingyu both fell asleep on the couch last night. I brought Mingyu back to his bed but found you couldn't fit comfortably next to him so I brought you here." He threw his coat on, grabbing his keys and phone as well. "I slept outside on the couch, don't worry."

Cyana's face flushed. It didn't go past her that this was the most words Wonwoo had ever spoken to her. "Sorry." She moved to get up. A large hand stopped her, grabbing her shoulder.

"Sorry." Wonwoo mumbled, releasing her. "Your ankle."

"Oh." Her face flushed again. "I think it should be fine. Mingyu's pretty good at physical therapy."

Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, Cyana stood up, gingerly placing weight on her bad ankle. Wonwoo stood a couple steps away from her, ready if something were to go wrong.

"It's fine." Cyana gave him a tentative smile. "Thanks. You could've just left me on the couch." She had definitely expected him to.

"Maybe I should've." Wonwoo muttered. "Hip Hop unit's got practice early today. Breakfast's on the table. Don't call. Don't burn the house down. And don't touch my things." He left the room without another word. Cyana heard Mingyu's voice from the distance and could hear the front door shutting behind them.

She blinked, frozen. She didn't know whether to cry or celebrate that Wonwoo had finally acknowledged her presence. His actions and words confused her greatly. It was i put you in my bed and slept outside so you can sleep well and then shout loudly to wake you up followed by a got you breakfast ending with a i don't trust you in my house.

She sighed, shaking her head. Boys.

Although her stomach grumbled, she opted to skip breakfast. Her stylists had complained that she wasn't fitting the skirt they'd made for their stage performances, despite it being not her size at all. She supposed it meant she still had a long way to go before she would look good onstage next to the members.

Looking around the room, she was able to properly see Wonwoo's place for the first time. It was clean, she expected nothing less from him. Everything about him screamed clean.

The computer hummed with life despite it being off and it was surrounded by photographs and equipment. She smiled when she spotted a photograph of what looked to be young seventeen, huddled together in the midst of their trainee years. There was also a few photos of a dog, who she assumed was Wonwoo's back home. There were books as well, overfilling the shelves that lined the far wall. That was something Cyana could relate to, although these titles were all in Korean instead of English. She found that she missed having books to read. It was hard to find anything good in Korea that she could understand.

She could've spent eternity in Wonwoo's room just looking at things, trying to decipher a person she desperately wanted to know. Her phone rang however, startling her.

"Hello?" It was their manager.

"Oh. Manager oppa. What's going on?" Cyana frowned. The manager rarely called them, schedules and changes were usually relayed through text.

"We have a couple company higher-ups who want to see your improvement before the comeback, Soyeon-ssi. I'm sorry to spring it on you now, but they'll be at Pledis soon. Could you come over quickly?"

Her blood rang cold. "Oh, uh- yes. I'm at Mingyu's right now. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Great. No need to panic, Soyeon. They just want to know if you're ready."

That was the thing though. Cyana didn't think she was ready. Sure, she'd been practicing with the others, learning techniques she hadn't learnt in LA, but she still wasn't as polished as the others. She couldn't quite grasp the concept of levels and angles, although she tried her hardest knowing it was essential to Seventeen's famed synchronization.

Rushing out of Wonwoo's room, she threw on the first hoodie she found in Mingyu's room before rushing to leave, locking the door behind her. Waving down a taxi, she sent prayers to all the gods she did not believe in that she'd pass whatever test they were giving her. She wanted to debut. She needed to. She wasn't about to let herself be sent back to LA. Not when she had family here.

author's note: ahhh! thank you so much for reading! things are about to get intense (,,>﹏<,,)

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Do You Like Your Dress?

Wanda Maximoff x GN!reader, Pietro Maximoff x GN!reader (platonic)

Summary: From that deleted scene in Age of Ultron, this one

Word count: 501

Warnings: Wanda is a bit possessive, nothing else~

Authors notes: Just saw the scene and thought of this~

“Is every girl in Sokovia getting a dress from Paris? At least Gerti's looked warm.” Wanda spoke as the two of you walked by her brother. A small chuckle falling from your lips a little from the snide remark from your girlfriend and also the looks on the random girl's face along with Pietro's.

His eyes narrowed in on you as you hid behind your girlfriend.

He turns back, shaking his head with a tisk, “She's kidding…” he said quietly, but you heard him.

“No she's not!” You called out. Wanda's arm wrapping around your waist, hand gripped tight on your hip.

“Behave.” Is all you hear echoing in your brain. Wanda was allowed to poke fun at her brother. You weren't.

Pietro came jogging over to us. The twins conversed as you looked around Sokovia. It wasn't your home originally. Your parents had moved from Russia to Sokovia. Back then, you didn't know why, but it was for spying. Russia wanted eyes everywhere, and your parents were at the top of the list. Too bad Sokovia went to shit and your parents died when you were 5.

You'd met Pietro and Wanda at the orphanage and Pietro was the one who stepped in when the bigger kids bullied you. You'd always been thankful and wondered if this is what it was like to have a brother.

“You're jealous you aren't getting a dress.” You hear Pietro say on the other side of Wanda and you hear the exasperated inside sigh she makes as her eyes roll at her twin.

“Actually I got her a new dress completely legally Thank you very much.” You state so matter of factly.

“Oh and how did you manage that?” Pietro raised a brow at you.

“They were paying for people's blood, so I gave them some.” You told the speedster.

“You mean your blood that knows how to crawl back to you?” he asks; stopping the three of you from walking.

Sure, you let them take your blood…it's not their business to know that it won't be there in the morning from your haemokinesis.

“If you keep stealing, you're gonna get shot,” Wanda spoke to her brother, putting this back on him. She'd deal with you later. A smack to the back of his arm had him wincing. “I'm serious! At speed, nothing can touch you, but standing still–” he cuts her off,

“You think I want to be? You said wait…I'm waiting. I don't know for what we had Stark helpless all these years–” Now it's his turn to be cut off. A little boy, the girl's cousin who Pietro gave that dress to.

“The church…the man says you need to come to the church.” He speaks.

“What man?” Wanda asks, tilting her head slightly.

“The Iron man.” A shiver runs through you as Wanda's grip tightens around your waist, her nails making way for flesh to turn red, her rings cold and grounding against your flesh.

Could this finally be your moment?

[skyfallscotland]

I don't like, talk about it often (just kidding, I do), but I'm really struggling with the friendship aspect of life right now. I've been thinking about it a lot today because of the things that are coming up both in my personal life and online, and it just...really sucks.

I saw this morning that Ali Hazelwood deactivated her instagram account after basically being bullied off the internet for something she said kind of 'off the cuff' about the Hunger Games characters. I knew she'd said it because I saw her post on stories last night begging people to at least stop commenting mean things on posts other authors were tagged in, because she was concerned about them.

In her story she said that she'd thought they (her and an interviewer) were joking around and she hadn't meant it in the literal sense, and asked for people to be patient with her because she's really 'not good at this stuff' and for a moment I felt so seen because it feels like I can never get it right either.

Either I think we're joking around and I manage to offend someone by saying something stupid, or I think it's obvious I'm being literal (or not literal) and it apparently isn't, or my opinion offends someone when I'm not asking anyone else to take it on, I'm just saying literally how I feel. I don't know. If there's a happy medium, I just haven't found it.

Like I'm not saying I've never said anything thoughtless, or stupid, or even downright mean—I know I have. I'm just saying there seems to be an expectation now that in every interaction big or small, with one person or an audience of a thousand, that we consider how it might come across negatively when that experience is also dictated by the recipient. It just feels impossible. Communication isn’t a linear process. Other people’s experiences form their reactions too, not just what we say and how we say it.

It's worsened my anxiety to an untenable degree and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do besides not comment on anything, ever, and hold myself at arms length from everyone. Whatever happened to discussion? Because it feels like that's just...not a thing anymore.

I'm at my wits end with this. No one ever agrees with everyone on everything, no one ever goes through any friendship without thinking 'that was a shitty thing to say' at least once, but my philosophy has always just been to move on. I wouldn’t like, give someone the silent treatment over it or cancel plans or anything.

I don’t know, I feel like I can admit when I’ve upset someone and I always apologise because I really do think you don’t get to decide how you make other people feel, but I also think if you can’t have differing opinions on fictional characters, or writing, or celebrities then what’s the point? I know people attach a lot of meaning to the arts and fandom, but if you have to second guess what you say about those things as well as the serious things, all that’s left to talk about is the weather.

The real kicker to this is that I have a degree in this shit and I still apparently cannot figure it out, and all my therapist can say is ‘no, I think you handled that ok’ and I’m like???

Like I’m sorry we don’t see certain things the same way but I’m kinda tired of being treated like I’ve killed someone’s cat. Many people’s cats. One after another. (I’ve never killed any cats). Thank you for coming to my TED talk x