#that’s fine. that will be fine. i’m going to class soon anyway. i dont know. it’s just. like everyone is trying to make me feel seen

[arthur-r]

need to poll my friends, does anybody drink black coffee like just coffee from inside of a coffee pot and you don’t put anything in it?

[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Eighteen

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Angst, alcohol use, smut

Sexual content: Fingering n' fuckin. (it's a quick one)

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“Are you busy tonight?” Josh’s voice was cheery on the other end of the phone you held to your ear. “You should come out with me and Danny!”

You had no desire to leave your dorm whatsoever. You hadn’t felt the need to leave, except for classes, for the past two weeks straight. Most of your free time was consumed with sleeping, to avoid the aches in your heart. “I really shouldn't. I’ve got some homework I should catch up on,” you lied.

“That’s what you said last time,” Josh said, sounding a little whiny. “Just come out. You won’t regret it.”

“I can’t. Have a good night, Josh.”

“Wait! Listen, you’ve been cooped up in there for weeks, haven’t you? That’s so terrible for the mind. Just a few drinks, nothing ridiculous, it’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

He’d called you a week ago asking the same thing, but he hadn’t alluded to knowing anything about the situation. You figured he must know, but he was giving you the space to only ask for support if you wanted it. And you didn’t feel like you deserved anything of the sort. “I feel fine.”

“You sound like you’ve spent the whole day fuckin’ crying. Just come out with us. Just for an hour, that’s all I’ll ask.”

He clearly wasn’t going to take no for an answer, stubborn as he was. You wouldn’t be surprised if you said no, he would come knocking at your door within minutes. “Fine. One hour. Then I’m going home.” You figured that was as long as you could hold it together for, anyway.

“Be there soon.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he hung up.

You pulled on something halfway decent-looking, trying your best in the mirror to cover up the dark circles under your eyes. You still looked a mess, but in the dark lighting of a bar, nobody would be able to tell you’d spent the last two weeks crying your eyes out nightly.

You met the two outside, Danny pulling the car around with Josh riding shotgun. You slid into the back, your mind in a daze, still unable to pull yourself out of the fog you’d been in.

“Hey, how ya doing?” Danny asked, turning around to give you a smile before he drove off.

“I’m alright.”

“You sure don’t look it. No offense,” Josh said, turning to face you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. “None taken. Life’s been a bit hard lately.”

“I hear that,” Danny replied. “Sounds like you need a drink. Or five.”

“Not too much, now,” Josh said.

“I’m guessing...you guys know…” just attempting to say the words wracked your body with indescribable pain. The two of them stiffened, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. You wished you’d never brought it up at all.

“I mean, we don’t really want to…” Danny started.

Josh picked up where he left off. “If you want to talk about it, we’re here to listen. And help. If you want it, of course.”

“I don’t want to trouble you with all of that.” You waved a hand and offered a weak smile.

“It’s no trouble at all.” Danny flashed a grin at you through the rear view mirror.

“We can talk about it later,” you replied.

Later came quickly, several drinks in, as you and Josh slurred your words and spoke far too loudly over Danny, the only sober man in the room. One hour turned into many, and your heart finally opened, and you began to pour out all of the words you’d let linger inside of you. Voices drowned out most of your ramblings, as did the droning country-pop blaring from the radio.

“They’re both just fucking assholes,” you said with a flourish of your drink, nearly knocking a bystander in the head with it. “Both of them.”

“I don’t think you mean that.” Danny had been attempting to be the voice of reason, though it was difficult while caught between you and Josh.

“This whole situation is fucked up. I don’t get it, why didn’t you just tell Sam?” Josh asked.

“Because I knew he was fucking around with that other girl!”

“So what?” Josh gave an exaggerated shrug. “Fuck her. You deserve him more.”

“I think she was trying not to be a homewrecker, Josh,” Danny said.

“Exactly.” You set your drink down a bit too hard, sending droplets splattering onto your arm. “I really like him, I– I love him, so I didn’t want to hurt him.”

“You didn’t want to hurt him,” Danny began. “So you slept with his brother. Right.”

“Listen, I just thought…” You stopped in your tracks, the weight of your actions washing over you like waves of mercury once again. He had a point you couldn't refute.

“Those two, they’re always, like…” Josh snapped his fingers a few times, his eyes to the ceiling, searching for words. “They’ve got the same taste in women, I think. Causes problems sometimes.”

“Has anything like this happened before?” You asked.

“Not quite this severe.” Danny rested the toes of his shoes against the bar, leaning his chair back a bit. “You’ve got both of them all shook up like I haven’t seen before.”

“They don’t usually fight like that,” Josh added.

“Jake, he had a–” you gestured to your cheek, motioning in the shape of the bruise you’d seen. “Sam didn’t do that, did he?” You weren’t sure whether you actually wanted to know the answer.

The two exchanged glances, and Josh nodded, slowly.

You groaned, running a hand across your face. “Don’t tell me Jake busted Sam’s pretty face, too.”

Josh squinted at you, holding up two fingers in a pinching motion. “A little.”

“Jesus, I’m gonna kill both of them. Fighting over me like fucking cavemen.”

“It’s par for the sibling course, darling. Don’t worry about it too much,” Josh said. “We’ve all taken and given our fair share of ass-kickings.”

“Still doesn't make it right,” you sighed. “I wonder if Sam ever even liked me the way he said he did. Maybe he was just messing around so he could fuck.”

Josh blinked at you. “What on god’s green earth would make you think that?”

“Well, he just…he was able to move on so fast–”

“First of all,” Josh began, “All he’s talked to me about was you for the past fucking month. Also, he didn’t move on.”

“He didn't?”

“Of course not,” Danny chimed in before Josh could speak. “I don’t even think he’s seen anybody else since you. Not that we’ve heard, at least.”

“But I haven't seen him…not even once. Clearly he doesn’t care that much if–”

Josh cut you off with a loud, exaggerated groan. “Why are you arguing?”

“Josh,” Danny urged. “Be gentle.”

“Gentle? I don't need to be gentle. You–” he grabbed your shoulders, his light touch contrasting the edge to his words. “Need to realize that he loves you.”

“We never said that,” you said, struck suddenly by how Josh and Sam shared the same eyes. So kind, and inviting. “We never said I love you.”

“Then maybe you should. Because he's said it about you. Maybe not to your face, but he's made it plenty clear.”

“You just need to talk to him, honestly,” Danny said, gently lifting Josh’s hands from your shoulders. “Have you tried reaching out?”

“I haven’t,” you said, a bit guilty. “I thought that if he wanted anything to do with me, he’d have texted me first.”

“Then that’s exactly what you need to do. Call him, text him, hell – go knock on his door. Talk to him in person.” Danny watched you as your lip began to quiver, thinking about the anxiety of having to address your wrongs straight in the face. “It’s not gonna be easy. But you can’t just let this…fester. You two were made for each other.”

“Jesus, you really think so?”

“Everyone thinks so,” Josh said with a wide smile.

"Even Jake?" Just the act of letting his name grace your lips brought forth an entirely new wave of anxiety.

The two men paused, glancing at their drinks, though the silence was not awkward. "I think Jake..." Josh started, finding the right words. "I think he just wants you to be happy. He didn't really understand what was going on between you and Sam."

"Clearly," you mumbled.

"Jake is a bit territorial," Danny added, spreading his arms wide. "When Jake thinks a girl is his, he takes it seriously. More seriously than he probably should."

"Especially when he's not trying to date anyone." Josh's words betrayed a deeper annoyance, like this exact situation had played out far more than once. "It's partially on Sam for not mentioning how serious the two of you were sooner. But Jake won't sabotage you now that he knows," he shrugged. "But you still need to talk to Sam."

“Fine, then.” You took another deep swig from your drink. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll tell him everything. Tomorrow.”

“Atta girl!” Josh exclaimed, giving you a pat on the back.

“I need a fucking cigarette,” you mumbled.

Outside, the sound from the crowd drained away, only the loudest of shouts and heaviest of glasses clinking audible behind the glass doors to the patio. You were too drunk at this point to keep a steady conversation going, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. Josh and Danny were an incredibly funny duo, and just a few minutes of casual talking had your sides in stitches from laughing.

You felt, dare you say, better. You did seem to have a terrible knack for avoiding talks you didn’t want to have. But Danny and Josh had assuaged those worries that kept you from saying what needed to be said. It was likely mostly the alcohol speaking, but you were feeling confident in your ability to finally speak to Sam. It needed to be done, no matter what. If nothing else, he deserved closure from you. An admission of the truth, straight from your lips.

The three of you couldn’t last long in the cold, huddling together to shield yourselves from the wind that whipped past the nearby buildings. Josh and Danny cracked first, and with a “fuck this,” they headed back into the bar, with you in tow. The two of them had just barely passed through the hallway back into the main section of the bar when they stopped dead in their tracks, so quickly you ran into Danny’s back, bumping your glass on him and sending an ice cube tumbling over the leather.

“Shit, sorry,” you mumbled, peering around both of them to see what had stopped them so suddenly.

It all seemed to happen so fast. Both of them turned around at the same time, stepping towards you, blabbing nonsense about how you should go back outside. But not before you caught a glimpse of the bar, straight ahead. Many unfamiliar faces, among them two you knew. One of which you knew well.

Sam sat at the bar, a drink in his hand, his arm around a girl, who was resting herself against him. A girl you recognized from your worst nightmares, some of which were waking. He was talking to her, a smile on his lips. In an instant, his eyes caught yours through the gap between Josh and Danny’s shoulders. His smile faded, turned into something you’d never seen. Like his lips would never know the sweet feeling of a smile again. And he turned away.

Josh and Danny had to nearly drag you back to Danny’s car, as your legs threatened to give out with every step with the force of your sobs. People stared, whispered at each other under their breath, but you didn’t care. You wished you’d gone blind. Your stomach churned on the ride home as you prayed to any god to turn back time just a few months.

Everything was a blur. You barely processed anything as Josh rubbed your back through your heaving cries, or kind words were offered from Danny when you screamed that Sam never cared about you at all. You wished you were being dramatic, you wished this was all not as serious as you were taking it. You wished you’d never thought of your future with him, that you’d never given yourself the space to hope and dream. The walls he’d broken down would be replaced swiftly, and sturdier than ever, you thought.

Danny, ever the caregiver, sat with you as Josh stumbled his way to bed. He gave you all the blankets you needed to quell the shaking your body refused to quit, as many tissues as you needed to dry your eyes. He listened as you rambled, drunkenly, about the same topics over and over. Rehashing the events of the past months, trying to make sense of it all, trying to find a solution, though there was none.

You'd taken Danny for some kind of frat-boy-type, player, seducer. But sitting in the living room with him, letting him hold your hand for support while he told you everything would be alright, you realized you’d painted him as far too one-dimensional. He was kind, and only wanted the best for you, even though he didn’t know you all that well.

You insisted you didn’t want to be a bother, and that you’d walk yourself home. He physically held you back as you tried to get up from the couch. “Absolutely the fuck not,” he said.

You’d pushed, saying you needed to be alone, you didn’t want to keep anyone up with your crying. “I should just go,” you insisted. “I can't–”

“Shush.” He placed a hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair a bit. “I didn’t bring down all those blankets and pillows for fun. Use them. Go to sleep.”

Sleep seemed like an impossible, far-away pipe dream right now, even through your exhaustion. Still, you were thankful he'd given you a warm place to rest your head, where you wouldn’t be entirely alone. “Thanks Danny,” you said, almost able to force a smile onto your face. “I’m sure I’m being a lot right now. I–”

“Don’t even think about apologizing. You needed a friend, that’s alright. Now go to bed.”

You did as he said, resting your head on the pillows. “Is…is he coming back tonight?” You glanced at the front door.

Danny followed your gaze to the door, looking at you plaintively. “Probably not. And Jake’s gone for at least the weekend. Don’t worry about that right now, though. You’ve been through enough tonight.”

You nodded in agreement, letting your swollen eyes slip shut as Danny turned off the lights. “Sleep well. We can talk in the morning.”

In the darkness, alone, your mind wanted you to think it all over again. You were exhausted, drained beyond belief, unable to even comprehend the events laid out in front of you. It took great effort, but you were finally able to relax just enough to drift into something resembling sleep.

That is, until you heard keys rattling in the front door. You shot up, staring at the door, your heart pounding immediately. Someone was out there. Someone was about to walk in. You prayed it was Jake, prayed he would simply walk right past you with nothing more than a half-smile and a nod. The door opened quietly, and you watched closely at the way the person swung it quickly past the points where it would creak.

Sam stood in the doorway, motionless, the door still open behind him, cold air pooling over you. He said your name, questioning, just barely loud enough for you to hear. You said nothing – what was there to say? You wished he would just ignore you, walk past you, go up to his room and slam the door. Instead, you watched, captivated, as he took his coat and shoes off, locked the door behind him, and sat down on the other end of the couch, cross-legged, facing you.

“Hey,” he said. A forced casualness tainted the word.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” You meant that. There was no saving what you’d had.

“I know.” He let out a shaky sigh. “I don’t…know what to say.”

You could just barely see him, his features only dimly lit from a light in the kitchen. You pointed to his temple, where the remnants of a bruise darkened his skin. “Jake did that to you. Didn’t he?”

Sam nodded. “Does it look cool?” There was not an ounce of humor in the words.

“Why did you fight over me?”

“Because I thought I deserved you more.”

“You deserve far better than me.”

He tsked his tongue, shaking his head. “I don’t want anything but you.”

“But you were with that girl tonight.”

“Because you’re not mine anymore. Or, I guess, you never were.”

“Fair enough.”

“We never fucking talk,” he hissed. You were sure he would have shouted, if he could. “This is our problem. What we're doing right now. We never just fucking talk to each other. I’ve said it before, and neither of us change it.”

“I thought we were doing alright.”

“But you didn’t tell me you had been fucking my brother on the side.”

“It was twice. And I wanted to tell you, I was planning on it, I just–”

“Why? After everything I told you, why him?” You could see tears in his eyes, glistening against the glow from the streetlights peeking through the curtains.

You took a long pause. You wished there was a better answer, something more concrete or absolute, but the truth was all you wanted to say. “I don’t know. You weren’t there, and he was. It was fucking stupid of me. It wasn’t to hurt you, though. Not consciously. I saw you with her, and I figured there was no way you could want me more than someone who looks like that.”

“Right,” he scoffed. “Sure.”

“I’m trying to talk to you.” Another batch of tears was lining up behind your eyes, though you couldn’t fathom having any more left to cry. “I just want you to know the truth.”

“How am I supposed to trust you? Now, or ever?”

You could only shake your head. “I don’t know.”

“It’s been so hard,” he said, his hand coming to idly rest on yours, splayed out on the couch between the two of you. The simple touch felt like grabbing a fistful of snow with bare fingers, icy and shocking. “I don’t know…I’m just not me without you.”

“I know.” Tears started to fall again, and you didn’t bother wiping them away. Your eyes were already irritated enough from the hours you’d spent sobbing in this very spot. “I can’t bring myself to do anything.”

“What are we supposed to do now?”

“I think we have to answer that ourselves.”

“I just can’t survive without you.” His fingers walked up the back of your hand, wrapping gently around your forearm. “But we’re killing each other. I can’t…” He pulled his hand away, and hesitated. Stillness filled the air when his fingers ran across your cheek, wiping away a tear there. “I can’t see you like this. I can’t do this to you.”

“I can’t do this to you, either.” You mirrored his gesture, your thumb running trails over the tracks of tears on his face.

“Can I…” he shifted, gesturing to you to come closer. Despite your better judgment, you fell heavy into his arms, resting your cheek against his collarbone. That scent again, it hit you like waves, dredging up every hope and every wish you’d fought so hard to bury over the past two weeks. You wished you could lay this way forever, a familiar position you used to adopt when the two of you would lounge in bed together.

“Can we just pretend everything is normal?” You said, with the lightest hint of a forced laugh.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please.” The word was choked, nearly a sob. “Just give me this one night with you.”

“We can’t.” His motions contradicted his words as his hands pulled you closer to his chest.

“Just tonight and then we can both forget.” It stung to say it, like a papercut. “We can forget about each other. I’ll forget about your whole family. It can be like we never happened.”

You heard him suck in a hitched breath through his teeth. With hands that trembled, he cupped the sides of your face and drew you in, stopping short of a kiss. You wanted nothing more than to break past his hands, meet your lips with his, feel every inch of him under your mouth. You needed him more than could be expressed in words or actions, it was far deeper, something soul-crushing and gut-wrenching.

He felt it too. And he was not strong enough to resist. He pulled you in, kissing you, with the fervor of a man who has waited his entire life for this moment. He tasted salty, the taste of your mutual tears collected on the corners of your lips; a reminder of that night at the bar with him, the salt of his neck.

You tried to hold yourself back. You knew you shouldn’t let this go any further, but your hands moved on their own to wrap around his neck. “We shouldn't do this,” you mumbled, peppering kisses along his jaw.

“Then stop.”

You couldn’t, and neither could he. It was so unceremonious, but there was something sacred about your movements. The way he ripped the blankets off of you, the way his hands slipped under your shirt, the way you pulled at his hair and fumbled with the button on his pants. Neither of you needed to ask – you were far past that point. It was all unsaid, as many things tended to be between the two of you. He only needed to give you that look he’d given you however many dozen times in the past, the one that you’d reply to with a nod and dewy doe-eyes.

Things were a blur, hands grasping and fingers trailing over flesh, lips colliding with fervor in dead silence and darkness. You could just barely see his face, but you didn’t need to see much. The sound of his breathing, the scent of his skin, it all led you back home.

He shoved your pants down to your knees, dragging you into his lap, his lips never leaving yours. He shifted your bodies, leaning his back against the couch, straddling your knees on either side of his.

“You always smell so good,” he whispered into the side of your neck. “I dream about it.” He slid a hand between the two of you, running a finger through the wetness already drenching your thighs. “I wake up sometimes and I could swear you’re right there next to me.”

You’d done the same, thought you were crazy for being surprised at the other half of your bed being cold and empty every morning. You couldn’t vocalize it, not when he slid a finger into you and you had to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself silent. But he could feel it from you, the subtle agreement present in how your nails scratched thin lines into his biceps.

“Is that good?” He asked, his breath warming the shell of your ear.

You let out a muffled mhm, your teeth still sunk into his shoulder. If you hadn’t already broken the skin, you would leave a bruise for certain. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

You trailed your hands over the fabric of his shirt, down to where you'd managed to haphazardly undo the fly of his jeans. You hadn’t realized your fingers were cold until they settled on the warmth of his cock, making him suck a breath in through his teeth and jump back a bit. The two of you stifled muted laughs at the exchange, and even if it was only a glimpse, it was heartwarming to feel a brief moment of humor.

Your bodies moved in time quickly, your hand moving in languid strokes along his cock as he worked you open with his fingers. You didn’t want to wait, having waited long enough, having suffered more than enough lately. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before you were begging him for it.

He slipped himself into you with little grace or fanfare, desperate for it. You let out a strained breath, watching what little of him you could see in the dark. You weren’t prepped quite enough, the stretch of him knocking the wind out of you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, the word coming out shaky. “You feel better than I remember.”

You let out a downright pathetic whimper, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, your legs already trembling.

“Move.” It was a command, not a request.

It was difficult, trying to force your body to move when each drag of your hips threatened to pull a moan from your lips.

Words piled up behind your teeth when he pulled you closer, his lips dragging across the skin of your neck. Your face buried in his hair, you tried to take all of this in. The silk of his hair against your cheek, the smell of sweat and cologne, the way his shoulders rose and fell with each shaking breath. It was so beautiful, so bittersweet, a gorgeous agony you’d never be able to forget.

“Just say it,” he said lowly. “I can tell you want to say it so just fucking say it.”

“I love you.” It spilled from your lips brutally, the sound crashing against the walls of the room like thrown fine china.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Sam.”

“More.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you, you’re everything to me, you’re my stars, my sky, my universe–”

He wrapped his hands tighter around you, tight enough that you could barely breathe. But you didn’t feel the need to breathe, not when you were filled with him, surrounded by him. Your mind started to unravel, giving in to sheer, untethered bliss. Your eyes slipped shut and in the darkness you could see gold.

“I love you too,” he said, softly, casually, like he’d said it a hundred times. Maybe, in his head, he had.

This couldn't be it. This couldn’t be the last time you’d feel him this way. He broke into a steady rhythm, keeping himself buried inside you for the most part, grinding his hips against you.

You mumbled sweet nonsense against his neck, planting kisses between every word, chanting his name like a mantra in the hopes you might stay this way forever. “I never want you to let me go.” Both physically and emotionally, you meant it both ways.

“I can’t,” he breathed. “I can’t imagine me without you. I can’t imagine the sky with no moon and no sun.”

You exhaled a breathy laugh against his skin. “Still so corny.”

“I know how much you love it.”

You had to fight desperately to keep quiet when his hands wrapped around the bottoms of your thighs, lifting and dropping you slightly with each thrust of his hips.

“Stay quiet, baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

He’d never talked to you like this before, never during sex. This was more than just sex, though. What you were doing was something intimate, something deeper, something you both desperately needed. Some kind of closure, or the opening of another door, you couldn’t tell which one quite yet.

A quiet moan slipped past your lips when his hand dropped down beneath you to press against your clit, the perfect amount of pressure, just the way you liked it. His free hand clasped over your mouth, gentle but forceful.

“Quiet, my love.”

My love.

You were getting close to a peak you knew you couldn't keep silent, waves of it washing over your body and sending sparks down your spine, into the tip of every limb. He pulled his hand away at just the right time for you to warn him.

“Sammy, I’m–”

“I know. I can feel it.” You could faintly hear the rumble of his own groans that he caught in his throat, keeping himself quiet with what seemed like great effort.

“Is it better?” He asked.

“What?” You gasped, your focus faltering.

“Do I fuck you better than he does?”

There was no hesitation. “Much better.”

He pulled back a bit, searching for your face in the darkness, finding it and catching your lips in a kiss. There were so many words unsaid that passed through that kiss, every confession, every lie you’d ever told, it was all so glaringly obvious in the way your lips met.

His fingers were digging in tighter against you, his legs starting to shake with effort. He was just as close as you were, fighting, struggling to hold himself back.

“I don’t think I can– oh, god, Sammy, I can’t keep this a quiet one,” you warned him.

“Me neither,” he laughed, breathlessly.

His hand shot up to cover your mouth as you let out a sound that was far too loud. He, too, grit his teeth against whatever noise threatened to make itself known as both of you tipped over the cliffside of your peaks, together. A groan like a sob tore itself out of his chest and he had to cover his own mouth, his head falling back against the couch.

You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he plunged you down into a world of untethered pleasure, his name falling from your lips even though it didn’t make a sound. Stars exploded across your vision, your legs failing you as all you could do was grind helplessly against him. Your hips moved of their own accord, chasing the remnants of bliss.

His fingers gripped your waist after a moment, stilling your movements. “Stop, stop, oh my god,” he whispered, a desperate edge to his voice from the overstimulation.

There was no rush to separate. Neither of you wanted this moment to end. It was clear this was not something you could stop. Your love was an unstoppable force, and you both were incapable of living without it.

“Did you mean it?” His tone was nonchalant, as if he didn’t care what your answer would be one way or the other.

“Of course I did.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

The question caught you off guard, diving in so deep so quickly as you were still dripping into his lap. Gazing into his eyes, and the profound sadness you found there, you spoke a thousand words all at once. Wanted you, got lonely, took the next best thing. You could see it in his face; he understood.

“We need distance,” he sighed. An ironic thing to say, given where he was mere minutes ago. “If we’re not going to date. If we don’t trust each other.”

“But tonight…?” you didn’t finish the sentence, letting it play out in each of your heads.

He didn’t reply, only lifting you off of him, the two of you haphazardly pulling yourselves back together, and he lead you by the hand up to his room.

[likeysoob]

I’m so blind by likeysoob

Episode 1

“You ever thought high school would be easy?” My mom looked up from her phone to answer me. “Oh no sweetheart. I always thought it was going to be hard.” At least I’m tying to look for some hope before high school starts. I look down at the table just being lost in my thoughts until my mom puts a plate of food in front of my face. “Thanks mom.” I said then begun to eat.

When I finished with my food, I went upstairs to lay in my bed. My eyes started to burn but I didn’t really feel sleepy. As the time rolls around 9pm, i decided to go on my laptop and watch some videos. I really dont have friends. They all left me for some reason. I guess i was boring? They were bad friends anyways. I have online friends but I dont want to talk to them right now.

My cat just lays on the floor by my feet. 2 hours pass by and i start to feel tired. I get up and change into my pjs then lay in my bed. My eyes slowly began to fall as i feel my cat snuggle by my feet. I hope that tomorrow will be a good first day of high school.

Well, i woke up not good. My body hurts and i really dont know why. My mom was yelling at me saying i was late and now…“ I CANT BELIEVE YOU SLEPT THROUGH 3 OF YOUR ALARMS Y/N!” Yeah…she still is. I didn’t say nothing back and just let her continue. Soon, we were close the school and she was talking about basic high school stuff. Once we’re here, i unbuckle my seat belt and open the door to leave. “Oh and! No talking to boys! No boys!” I turn around towards her and smirk, “wasn’t planning on to mom!” I watch her drive off and smile to myself. “That’s because i like girls…”

When i reached the main doors, i took a look around. “Why is this school so big?” “I know right!?” I jump back in fear. I turn my full view onto the person next to me. Holy shit. Who sneaks up on someone like that? “Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” The random girl apologized. I dont give 2 shits though. “Um yeah…it’s whatever.” I say, the girl smiles at me, man she’s pretty. “I’m Ning Yi Zhuo but just call me Ning!” She takes out her hand for me to shake and i do. “This is my 2nd year here and I’m still not use to how big it is…are you new here?” Ning asks me. “Um yeah actually, i just got here and yes, i do know where my classes are.” She smiles at me. “Great! I’ll see you around! The bell is about to ring!” Ning runs off. I actually don’t know where my classes are, i just don’t want to talk to people right now. I walk inside the school doors and turn the corner to see some boys already fighting. “Man it’s too early for this shit..”

After running around this whole school, i bump into someone who was clearly right in front of me…why am i so blind? I should really get glasses. I look up and see this girl with short hair. Damn, shes cute, why are there so many cute girls here?! “Oh im so sorry!” She said and i shake my head, “no it’s my fault, I wasn’t watching where i was going!” God this is embarrassing. “It’s fine!” She says, we stand there in silence. “Uh, sorry i got to go!” I ran out of that situation the fastest i can. Where the fuck can I find this class?

I soon found the class. Should i go in? Class ends in 10 minutes. As I’m deciding, the door swings open and a student walks by me. I look inside and the teacher is staring at me. “Sorry I’m…late?” You know, it really looks like i was skipping from the teachers point of view. “I’m sorry, im new here? I was having trouble finding my class…” the teacher only looks at me. The fuck? Bitch speak. I give him a side eye and go sit on an empty desk, hopefully it wasn’t that persons desk that just left right now. The teacher continues on with his lesson, im not sure what class this even is. I turn to the right of me a see this girl with light pinkish hair. All she does is smile at me and looks up to the teacher.

The bell rings, i get up from my chair and grab my bag. Before i could take a step out the classroom, someone calls for me. “Hey! You!” I turn around to see that pinkish haired girl from before. “Yeah?” I respond to her, “I’m Rei, what’s your name?” Her voice is pretty, “oh um im y/n!” I say awkwardly. Omg my voice cracked, im going to die now. “Pretty name, you’re like really pretty! You like to sing or dance?” It feels so overwhelming what she just said, my name pretty? me being pretty? “Yeah i really love singing!” I itched my neck. Great i look like a fool who doesn’t know how to talk. “That’s great! Me and my friends are trying to gain members for this music competition and id like for you to join!” She says while pulling something out of her backpack to give it to me, it’s a flyer. “See you around!” She walks off. I look down at the flyer she gave me.

Wow…the girl on the flyer is really beautiful….like really. Wait, they don’t even have what day!? I guess I’m going to have to message them. I put the flyer into my backpack and go to my next class.

The rest of the day was boring. No one interesting in my classes, rude ass teachers, and nasty lunch. Didn’t expect to the lunch to be this shit when this school is so big. So now I’m in my bed just laying down waiting for my mom to come home. I think high school will be easy, like what’s even going to happen this year? My life is boring.

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[xflippinfrogx]

Hiii i love your ficsss🤍🤍

could you write a lee regulus fic?? he's one of my favorite characters too!!!

Sorry if something is written wrong I don't speak English well so I'm using the help of the translator

When we were younger

A/N~ AGH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IVE WANTED TO WRITE LEE REGULUS!! You didn’t give me much prompt so I played around a little hehe. I hope you like it :D (P.S your English is perfect my dear!!)

LEE~ Regulus Black

LER~ Sirius Black

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Regulus was in a bad mood.

This wasn’t a very uncommon event but it seemed to be worse than his usual brooding and his friends were starting to notice.

“Regulus, are you alright mate?” Barty asked, finally giving in to Evan and Pandoras looks of concern.

“I’m fine.” He snapped glaring at him. He felt bad for being so rude but he had bigger problems right now..

The quidditch final was coming up soon and with him being seeker there was a lot of pressure on him to do his best.

On top of that he had, had the worst day. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong.

This morning he spilt his breakfast all over himself and knocked his tea into someone else’s in the process.

On the way to his first class he accidentally walked through Nearly headless Nick. During his second he realised he had forgotten the homework and then received double for that night.

Finally, at the end of the day when he believed his bad luck was over his idiotic classmate blew up their potions project and they now had to start from scratch.

All Regulus wanted to do was sit in the common room and be angry. As much as he appreciated his friends for caring about him, he isn’t the greatest at showing it.. So scowling at the floor it is.

At least that was his plan until his brother showed up.

“There’s my favourite brother!!” Sirius exclaimed, perching himself on the arm of the sofa Regulus sat upon.

“I’m your only brother Sirius.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you all grumpy about huh? Barty said you were getting snappy, everything ok Reg?”

“I said I’m fine!!” He spoke through gritted teeth. Why was everyone so interested in bothering him today?

“Well that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.” Sirius mumbled moving closer to his brother.

“Look, if you’re just gonna sit here all doom and gloom I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures.”

God he’s dramatic. What was he on about anyway??

The others were still in the room and were as confused as Regulus.

“What do you mean drastic measures?” Evan piped up.

“Well my dear Rosier, when we were younger and Reggie here was in one of his moods I had my ways of making him smile.” Oh shit.

It all came rushing back to him now. Memories of laughter and so called tickle monsters. He was panicking, he couldn’t let his friends see that. No way. He had to get out of there before Sirius could embarrass him.

Sirius knew exactly what Regulus was thinking and as he attempted to bolt for the door Sirius tackled him to the ground.

“Sirius get off!! This is childish-” He was cut off by wiggling fingers reaching his sides.

He clamped his mouth shut refusing to give Sirius the satisfaction. Sirius wouldn’t give up that easily though.

“You and I both know who’s going to win here little brother, you might as well give up now and save the us the hassle.” He could see Regulus was close to breaking but that boy was stubborn as hell.

He used one hand to lift his arms above his head using the other to continue his ticklish onslaught.

“Regulus you leave me no choice.. You asked for this” He smirked shoving both hands under his brothers arms.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Regulus cackled.

He completely lost it, loud and boisterous laughter erupting from his chest.

Sirius grinned so wide he thought his face would split in two. Seeing Regulus like that was so rare nowadays, he was soaking up every last giggle while he still could.

“Are you gonna stop being so angry at the world?” Sirius teased poking at his ribs.

“YEHEHEHES” Regulus was so worn out from laughing that all he could do was oblige.

“Annddd who’s the greatest brother of all time?” He slowed the attack to hear the younger boys answer.

“You’re soho duhumb.” He giggled through heavy breathing.

“That’s not an answer.” He stated rapidly squeezing his sides again.

“OKAY OKAHAHY IHITS YOUUU!! PLEAHSE SIRIUHUS!!” He begged throwing his head back in hysterics.

“That’s more like it,” he laughed ruffling regulus’ hair.

What the two brother failed to remember was that there were three slytherins standing watching this whole scene play out.

They would tease Reg about this later but for now they’d leave the two have their moment. After all it was nice to see their friend smiling for once.

Just like when they were younger<33

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[devildom-moss]

It may be a bit selfish of an ask.. but could you do some simeon dad content with the BOF!MC? (Fluff or angst, you choose!)

I dont care how you portray the MC, as i never actually set a personality for them, but I understand completely if you dont want to write such a story <33

Anyways, as always, remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!

Sincerely, 💜

I hope you will enjoy this one 💜 anon. If anyone isn't familiar with 💜 anon's BoF!MC or their AU, you can read a bit more about it under this tag. (hopefully I got it all since I went back and added the tag)

If you just want enough context to read the story, in this AU, Simeon had a half-human, half-angel child in a similar way to how Satan was created. The child will be referred to MC in this, but it's not the normal/original MC (reader) I use. So it's not the standard x reader fic. It's basically just Simeon dad content. Also, the child has strong, persistent pain that they've adapted to over years. The child is around pre-teen years.

A Little Simeon Dad Story

(BoF AU) (some angst) (but some softness) (mentions of physical harm and bullying)

Word Count: +2,400

“I’m home,” MC announced – restrained and hoping that Simeon wouldn’t notice them coming through the front door. They tried to sneak off to their room as quietly as possible.

“Welcome back, sweetie. How was school?” Simeon hollered from the kitchen as he stirred the pot. He had a homemade loaf of bread baking in the oven; something had to distract him from the fact that his child insisted upon walking home on their own for the first time, and breadmaking was – at least – time consuming.

Yes, his child was probably old enough to walk home alone; they were the equivalent of Luke’s age when he first started going around the Devildom on his own. However, Simeon had grown into an overprotective father, and ever since his sweet baby began their education, he would walk them to and from school every day – if he couldn’t walk them, there were a handful of powerful members of their adoptive family that would. Although, the one time that Diavolo walked them to school, MC was embarrassed to be dropped off by the King. They didn’t hear the end of it for weeks. Simeon wanted to know that his child was safe and protected, but he also understood that his baby had to grow up at some point; it would only stunt their growth if he refused their request to walk back from school on their own today. Besides, if MC needed help, they had their D.D.D. with them; and they had taken to technology much quicker than Simeon ever could. After a month with it, they were already able to start teaching him about new features. Ah, youth. Simeon smiled to himself.

“How was walking home alone?” Simeon asked another question, trying to prompt his child to join him in the kitchen and talk about their day.

In truth, Simeon had been watching the clock carefully, calculating a reasonable time frame for his child to return, justifying every second past the earliest possible minute. Did they stay a little later to talk with a friend? Did they have to talk to a teacher after class? Do they walk slower when they aren’t trying to keep up with me? Maybe they feel sore? Or maybe they’re leisurely enjoying the scenery? Did they stop somewhere? No – they would have told me, right? What if they got lost? What if – Simeon had to silence those thoughts. When the door opened, and his sweet baby’s voice rang out, he was awash with relief.

“It was fine, but I’m pretty tired. I was thinking about taking a shower and going to bed. I’ll do homework tomorrow.” They tried to cover the strain in their voice that came from an added layer of pain today. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

That struck Simeon as odd, and MC needed to eat something after getting back. He turned the stove temperature down and peeked his head out into the living room to find his child slinking towards their room. “You have to eat, MC – even if it’s just a few bites. Dinner will be ready soon. It’s one of your favorites. If you want to shower before eating, that’s fine.”

“Alright, dad,” they paused, angling themselves away from Simeon, before adding, “thanks.”

“Is something wrong, sweetie?”

“Nope. All good.”

“You are awful at lying to your father,” Simeon sighed. It was a relief that they hadn’t learned how to lie well yet. “Can you look at me?”

MC turned around to reveal a bruised and scratched up cheek – evidence of being punched by someone wearing rings, and probably gaudy and cheap decorative ones at that.  The front of their pants was slightly dirty, as if MC had made an attempt to brush them clean only to stop when they realized it stung the scrapes on the palms of their hands and smeared specks of blood over the dirty surface.

Simeon’s jaw dropped, horrified. He rushed to their side, resisting the urge to pat them and check for other injuries. “What happened to you?!”

“It’s fine. Nothing happened,” they shrugged – although the motion hurt. “I just want to get cleaned up.”

Simeon took a deep breath in to calm himself. “I understand that, but we need to talk about this. You’re all scratched up and bruised. I’m worried.”

“I’m fine. Can it wait until after I’m clean?” There was a bite to their words.

“Okay,” Simeon conceded. “Do you need me to help disinfect anything?”

“I can do it.”

“Okay. Alright.” Simeon bit back his pain and concern. “I’ll finish dinner. Come to the couch in the living room when you’re done.”

“Fine.”

“I love you, okay?”

“I love you, too.”

Simeon rushed to finish dinner, trying not to accidentally stir his rage into the stew as it bubbled up. He pulled out the bread to let it cool. Why did I let them walk alone?! I should have protected them.

When MC left the bathroom, everything ached more than usual and their upper arm felt stiff where they had been punched – and after they fell to the ground, kicked. If the witch from the Demonus shop that Simeon never let MC go into hadn’t come out of her store to chase away those demons, it would have been worse. Thinking back, MC was embarrassed that they got up and ran away without even bothering to thank her. She had even bent down to ask if they were okay and if she should call someone for them.

Simeon was waiting on the couch for them. He was unusually scrunched up, bending forward and holding himself while tapping at the side of his thigh with one hand. The rhythmic sensation soothed him slightly, but he couldn’t get the thought out of his head: someone had beaten his baby – and it could have been much worse. His eyes were trained on the floor.

“. . .dad?” MC mumbled awkwardly. They hadn’t seen him this distressed in years.

“Oh, sorry sweetie.” Simeon jolted up and scooted over more. He pat the spot next to him, which MC took. They stared at him, waiting for him – as the parent – to breach the topic. Simeon nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know where to start. How bad is the pain? What happened? Who – I know this wasn’t an accident, so who did it?”

Although Simeon had intended to smother his wrath before MC returned, it came back just under the surface when he imagined someone daring to attack his baby. MC wasn’t meant to know how mad he was, but they could tell, so they told him a redacted version of the truth: a couple of demons from school had ganged up on them on their way back home. The demons had seen MC leave by themselves, and they waited until they were far enough from the school campus to attack. The specifics of the attack were left out, and no names were given. As much as Simeon wanted to know, he recognized that he had a desire for revenge more than justice. It was for the best that MC kept their identities a secret. MC explained that they ran home as quickly as they could after the shop owner rescued them, and that they waited outside for a few minutes until their breath calmed down. Simeon would never admit it, but he was a bit impressed that they had the forethought to wait outside for a while.

“. . .that’s about it,” MC added, hoping they were done with the awful ordeal of recounting the attack.

“I need to know where you got hit.”

“Nowhere bad. No head, neck, throat, spine, or chest hits,” they added, counting each one off on their fingers. “It’s not my first attack.”

At that solemn reminder, Simeon swallowed hard, gulping down his guilt; it wasn’t useful to him now. “I know, and I trust you, but I’m going to call the physician Barbatos and Diavolo found for you later. I’d feel better if we got you checked up.”

“I don’t want–” they started.

“I wasn’t asking,” Simeon interrupted. “I need you to do this for me. If you don’t like the doctor, we’ll get you another one.”

“She’s fine, but I really don’t need to go. I’ll be okay.”

“That’s good. Then your doctor will confirm that with us after your appointment.”

“Can it at least wait until tomorrow morning?” They sighed. It had already been such a long day, and they were certain they were going to be fine. If they needed a check-up to appease their father, they would get it, but right now, they just wanted to rest.

“Promise you’ll be okay.” Simeon held out his little finger. He hadn’t made MC pinky promise in years. If not for the seriousness on their father’s face, MC would have thought Simeon was just being an embarrassing, goofy dad again. They nodded and hooked their finger with his. Simeon gave them a soft smile. “Okay. We can wait, but if you feel worse at any point in the night, tell me right away – even if you think it’s nothing, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Thank you, sweetie.” Simeon finally let go of his child’s pinky. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you want to walk home alone today?”

“It’s stupid.”

“That’s okay,” Simeon smiled, “even if you think it’s stupid, I want to know.”

“I wanted to walk home with Sylvia,” MC admitted. “She’s an incubus – or maybe it’s a succubus now? I don’t know – her mom’s a succubus. She’s really nice to me, and I want to be friends with her. We walk the same way home sometimes, so I thought – I don’t know. But she didn’t show up today, so I just walked alone.”

“So, you didn’t actually want to walk home alone?” Simeon was almost pleased to know that someone was nice to his baby. “Why didn’t you call someone to walk you home?”

“I didn’t want to bother or disappoint you.”

“Why would I be disappointed, sweetheart?”

“Because I was the one who asked if I could walk home alone.”

“You’re allowed to change your mind.” Simeon shook his head in exasperation. “Why didn’t you call someone else?”

“Barbatos is always busy, Satan has book club with Solomon and (original) MC on Friday afternoons, everyone fauns over Luke and Diavolo when they pick me up, and the last time uncle Raph walked me home, he caused 80 thousand grimm worth of damage because a demon said I smelled like a mutt. So, I just walked alone.”

“Why do you know so much about the adults in your life?” Simeon slapped his hand to his own forehead with a sigh. “Sweetie, can I have a hug?”

MC shrugged. “Okay.”

“My sweet baby.” Simeon wrapped MC in his gentle embrace. He was warm enough that the pain began to fade slightly – or maybe it wasn’t the warmth. Maybe their dad just had magical, healing hugs. Simeon rubbed their back softly, careful not to add too much pressure. “It wouldn’t have been a bother. I’m always happy to walk you home. I’m so sorry that you got hurt because you didn’t want to ask for help. I’m your dad. I’ll show up when I know you need me.”

Simeon pulled back and put his hands on MC’s arms, holding them affectionately. The swelling on their arm was evident under his hand, and Simeon felt his heart break. He couldn’t even see the bruise, but he knew it was bad.

“Wait here for one second, okay?” Simeon signaled for MC to stay put while he hurried to the medicine cabinet. He returned with a large glass jar containing an ominous-looking blue substance.

“What is that?”

“Solomon concocted a soothing lotion for you to help with some of your pain. It’s supposed to be pretty strong. He brought it by – probably on his way to this mysterious book club I’ve never heard about before. You should try some on the bruises. It might help.” Simeon sat down and set the jar between them. “Do you want me to put it on your arm for you?”

Normally, MC would have insisted that they could do it themselves, but after the day they had, they wanted a bit of attention and care. They nodded.

“Roll up your sleep for me, then.”

Simeon tried not to react to the massive bruises on his child’s arm. They were already turning dark shades of purple and brown. It looked painful, and there were multiple hard lumps under the darkest parts. Simeon gently applied the lotion, feeling his own hand start to tingle from the lotion’s numbing properties. He hoped it would be enough to help his poor baby. When he was done, Simeon rolled their sleeve back down – happy to not have to face physical evidence of his child’s pain anymore. “How does it feel?”

“It’s the strongest sh– stuff he’s ever made,” MC quickly corrected their desire to curse, shocked by the degree of pain relief Solomon’s concoction had given them. “It feels a little better.”

“Good. I’ll pass that onto Solomon. I’ll let you keep this, but if you want help putting it on, just ask.” Simeon smiled softly as he tightened the lid on the jar. He stood up. “How about we put on one of your comfort shows or a movie you like, and we can eat dinner in here while we watch it? Does that sound good?”

“For real?” MC perked up, which warmed Simeon’s heart.

“Yes, and maybe you can tell me about that girl you want to befriend. Is it the one with the single mom? I think I know her.”

“Yeah. But why do you know a succubus, dad?” MC smirked. “That’s sus. Should I tell Barbatos?”

“What? Why? I know most of the parents! I go to PTA meetings – whether they like it or not,” Simeon’s embarrassment gave way to bitterness as he grumbled the last part, mostly to himself. Some of the demon parents weren’t keen on him or his child being involved with the school. Still, if it was the succubus he was thinking about – the nice single mom who had actually been friendly to him during the first meeting, then Simeon was happy at the prospect of her daughter befriending his kid. Simeon added on, “And stop learning slang from your classmates. I don’t understand it.”

“I’m sorry.” MC didn’t mean it – not about the slang, anyway.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you, too, dad. Now, can we please eat? Dinner smells so good, and I’m so hungry that I finally understand uncle Beel.”

“Okay, okay, my growing child,” Simeon laughed, “just don’t eat the plate like your uncle.”

A/N: Hopefully I did okay with writing a child character. I don't have a lot of experience there. I know this one is different, but hopefully y'all enjoy it - and if no one else, than that at least 💜 anon enjoys it. I hope you don't mind that I added some OC content in here. I wanted the MC to have a friend their age. Simeon also deserves a "technically single" parent friend. And what's more fun than a former angel being friends with a succubus?

[coldtoes21]

and they were roommates || e.m

pairing: college!eddie munson x virgin!female!reader

summary: after a dorm pairing mix-up, y/n is stuck with eddie munson, her crush since highschool. eddie overhears y/n talk about how she’s a virgin on the phone with her best friend and offers to take her virginity.

warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, raw doggin’ ( 😭 please practice safe sex everyone‼️) , overstim, squirting, insecurity, and probably more that i forgot!

a/n: hello. okay so first lets pretend gareth graduated in the class of ‘86! yes! and i also have no clue what an RA is or does so yeah! dont come for me pls.

THIS IS PART 1

part 2

-i’ve tried to proofread this, but i’ve read it too many times to catch any lingering mistakes. i did change the tense after finishing this so it’s likely it might switch around here and there.

reblogging is totally fine but pls dont steal my work!! (if its even steal worthy😭)

it was the summer before your first year at college. you decided to stay closer to your parents and Hawkins, despite what had happened over the past couple years. today was the day your mother was helping you move into your dorm that you were sharing with your best friend taylor. you thought that you guys had done a pretty good job, and turned around to admire your work. unexpectedly, the door opened startling you, and causing you to jump a little.

“eddie?!” you exclaim. “what in the world are you doing here?” god. you didn’t even know he graduated.

“what,” he replies nonchalantly, “can I not come into my own dorm?” he looks around glancing at all the band posters you had hung up, secretly admiring them.

“um.. I think you’ve gotten it mistaken munson,” you say with a chuckle. “this is my dorm that im sharing with my friend taylor,” you say, wanting him to leave as soon as possible.

“oh, thats weird then,” eddie responds, “ the RA told me this was matter of a fact my dorm that i’m sharing with my friend gareth, y/n.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wouldn’t mind sharing a dorm with eddie, except you had a massive crush on him since freshman year and you were still planning on rooming with your best friend anyways. you needed to figure out what was going on.

“y/n?” you could hear from the other end of your phone. eddie glanced over at you with a quizzical look as he was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room fidgeting with a loose thread in his jeans.

“hi tay! so um a bit of a problem on my end. i know you’re not coming to move in until tomorrow but munson just came in saying this is his dorm with his friend gareth. do you know what’s going on?” you said into the phone.

“oh shit,” you heard taylor say. “y/n, is eddie still with you?” she questioned, to which you responded with “yes.”

“put me on speaker please,” taylor said. exasperated, you sigh and click speaker, still confused about whag was happening. “ok munson, gareth was supposed to tell you this, and i’m sorry y/n i have no clue how i forgot….” taylor says with an anxious tone. “so um me and gareth are actually going to share a dorm because we’ve been dating for over two years now, and the RA already approved the switch. we didn’t know that it would mean you two would become roomates. i’m so sorry y/n,” taylor says nervously waiting for your response since she knew you had a massive crush on eddie. you look up at a shocked eddie with a gaping mouth. a couple seconds pass.

“WHAT?!” you exclaim into the phone, pacing back and forth. what would this mean? you’re stuck with the man you have had a crush on for more than four years? and sleep in the same room as him? what if he brings a girl over?

“ughh” you groan, “its okay tay. we can talk about this later, for now just let me help munson move in I guess…” eddie looked at you even more shocked. no way was y/n actually letting me move in, he thought to himself.

“ok munson. it’s official i guess. move in whenever you want, but you must keep your stuff on your side of the room,” you said while sighing. “god im going to regret this.

“okay princess , but trust me i’ll make sure you don’t.” he says with a wink and left to gather his stuff, leaving a flushed you in the room to think about what had just happened in the last 30 minutes. did you really just agree to let eddie be your roommate? you groaned. what did you just get yourself into?

it had been 3 months since eddie moved in, and well things had been going rather smoothly.

“y/n” eddie says one day after an especially long day of classes that had you both slumped in your respective beds.

“what?” you groan.

“how come you never bring any guys around?” eddie questions, his face still pressed into his pillow making his words come out muffled.

“what did you say?” you questioned, not sure if you had heard what he said right.

“how come you never bring any guys over? to you know, hookup or something?” eddie said, this time his head was lifted from the pillow and now facing you.

you suddenly felt like the room was getting a little hot and your face flushed a very bright red.

“um well you know, I’m just focused on my studies,” You said, turning away from him in embarrassment. “what about you? i thought i’d be kicked out more often so you could do your thing with girls,” you said with an strained laugh to cover up your grimace. eddie chuckled.

“nah don’t worry about that. i always go to the girl’s dorm. it’s easier either way,” he said shrugging. suddenly you felt insecure. why would eddie want to be with you? he was more experienced and you were still a virgin. no way he would want to be with someone so inexperienced. obviously you had masturbated before, and had used sex toys, but you had just never had sex with another person. at the same time, although it felt messed up, you felt yourself getting wet thinking about eddie having sex.

“something on your mind y/n?” eddie asked.

“no.” you responded and he thankfully dropped it. you quickly passed out from your fatigue, and it seemed eddie did too. it’s not long until you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You groaned and picked it up to see who was calling you at this ungodly hour. the caller id read “tay💓”. you turned your lamp on and picked up, but not before you turned your volume to the lowest to not wake up eddie. she immediately started gushing to you about how she and gareth hooked up in the car. you laughed to yourself about her enthusiasm.

“guess what y/n!” taylor whisper-screamed.

“what?”

“me and gareth… we finally had sex for the first time!! i know it seems a bit late but gareth wanted to wait and i respect his wishes. it was so amazing and he was so gentle and sweet!” taylor said sounding happy. you couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure that all your friends had their fair shares of boyfriends and sexual encounters except for you.

“thats so great..” you replied more quiet now, not that taylor seemed to notice.

“but y/n, i need your help. what should I do? i want to tell gareth how much it meant to me that he decided to trust me and have sex with me, but i’m not sure how to express that.” she whispered, presumably not to awake gareth in her dorm.

you playfully rolled your eyes from your end of the phone. “taylor! you know i’ve never had sex before! god. i’ve never even had a boyfriend,” you said, realizing how pathetic that sounded.

“right...” taylor said and you grimaced. “i’m so sorry y/n, i honestly forgot!“

“no no no! its ok! anyways got to go tay. good luck!” you say while hanging up.

you sigh and fall back onto your mattress.

“you’ve never had sex before?” eddie questioned.

your eyes go wide. no. he couldn’t have. did he hear your entire conversation? you felt so embarrassed.

“no, I haven’t” you said sheepishly.

“jesus christ y/n, you’re missing out so much” eddie said, both of you staring at the ceiling from your beds.

“well maybe one day,” you responded to eddie with a sigh.

“i could show you.” eddie replied quietly, turning to look at you, as your eyes were as wide as saucers. you really did like eddie. you thought he was hot, funny, nice, and interesting to talk to. but you thought he wouldn’t want to do that with someone as inexperienced as you.

“are you sure? i mean i’m super inexperienced, i’ve only kissed guys before…” you said, instantly regretting how much you’d already shared. you didn’t want to finally ruin your chance with eddie.

“jesus y/n, that just makes you even hotter,” he said with a smirk as you walk over to his bed. “but are you sure you want to lose your virginity to me? i mean i know that it means a lot to other people, but I’m not sure about you, and we can do whate-“

“oh god Eddie just shut up and kiss me,” You said, breathily cutting him off whilst getting on his bed and straddling him. you suddenly felt really horny, and you felt a wet spot growing on your panties. you started to kiss him gently, which progressed into a more rough make out . when your lips finally disconnected, you got a good look at him. the light from your lamp shined onto him, and he looked incredibly hot under you in his plaid pajama pants and a thin white t-shirt that said Hellfire Club on it. his hair was ruffled up a little, and his lips were swollen from missing you. you could also feel his erection under you. you start to grind your hips onto his, both of you guys letting out moans and whimpers.

“are you sure you’ve never done this before?” eddie joked, moaning immediately after as his eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure. eddie’s grip on your hip tightened as his hips bucked up. you chuckled but didn’t respond as the pleasure was starting to build up. you could feel your impending orgasm, so you got off of eddie to strip. eddie got the message and started to take off his clothes too, leaving you both naked. eddie brought his hand down to your thighs and starts trailing them up to your pussy.

“eddie. stop teasing-“ you whine out, but eddie caught you off guard and suddenly thrusted two of his fingers into your cunt. you moaned at the sudden contact as eddie’s fingers thrusted in and out of you.

“so wet, and all for me?” eddie said with a grin. you moan in response as you were too divulged in pleasure to form words. he slowly added another digit and soon had you shaking on top of him. the only sound in the room was your moans and the lewd sound of eddie’s fingers thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. and eddie’s occasional praises of course.

“you’re doing so good princess,” eddie groaned, admiring the mess of you that he had created. his other hand that was on your hip moved down to your clit and started rubbing it in circles. that was all you needed to push you off the edge. you started shaking and writhing while moaning profanities as your juices dripped from eddie’s fingers to his lower abdomen.

“fuck eddie,” you said trying to catch your breath, “that felt so good.”

“yeah princess? well we aren’t done,” he responded while smirking at you.

eddie quickly flipped you over so now he was on top and hovering over you. he peppered your face with kisses as you giggled. you felt the tip of his cock teasing your folds.

“c’mon eddie stop being such a tease,” You groaned.

“alright y/n,, but before we do this, I need to know that you’re totally okay with this.”

“please eddie, just do it,” you whined out, and that was all he needed before entering you.

he started off gentle, as his cock entered your pussy. even though he had already stretched you out, it still burned. you winced and eddie noticed, but you signaled that you were okay. he stayed inside you, not moving until you said you were okay with him moving. he started to thrust in and out gently, and the pain started to subside into pleasure.

“oh my god eddie this feels so good,” you moaned out.

“oh baby you feel so tight,” eddie moaned out. he thrusted in and out of you at a quicker pace letting out low groans and moans. the squelching sounds of your wet pussy as eddie penetrated you unmercifully turned you on even more. he quickly took your tit in his hand and started sucking on your nipple. he left hickeys around it, making sure to mark you as his, you let out a pornographic moan as you felt another orgasm forming. eddie took your moan as a sign of encouragement, and kept going. his moans vibrated against your sensitive nipple, leaving you in a hazy state of pleasure and ecstasy.

“oh eddie!” you moaned out when he moved his hand down to your clit.

“im gonna come sweetheart,” eddie whispered as he let out an erotic whimper.

“m-me too,” you stuttered out.

eddie started to quicken his pace, leaving you in a moaning and writhing mess under him. your reached your high fairly quickly and you came all over eddie’s cock as you squirted on his hips, legs and the bed. that was surely going to leave stains for him to clean up later. eddie came inside of you soon after as his hips stuttered and bucked up into your over sensitive cunt. you whimpered as you were shaking under eddie from all the stimulation.

“that was so amazing,” eddie said with a raspy voice as you were both coming down from your highs. before you could respond, eddie moved down and connected his lips with your pussy. he licked a stripe up to your clit as you tangled your shaky hands into his hair, as you were still sensitive from your last orgasm. eddie lapped up all your juices and his cum from your dripping and pulsing cunt.

“you taste so good darling,” eddie said while coming back up to kiss you. he smirked as he knew you could taste your own cum on his lips.

“t-thank you eds,” you said breathily.

“no problem y/n,” he responded with a cheeky smile. “so… do you still regret letting me move in?”

[transboysokka]

chris watches twilight for the first time

omg this blueish filter is wild is this like a Pacific Northwest thing

that girl is not tan enough to be from arizona

also I’m getting big gay energy from her so idk how this movie is gonna be like. plausible.

if the dad wasn’t a cop I’d definitely smash

do u guys remember though when they used to cast ACTUAL teenagers for teen roles? refreshing

wow this guy in the cowboy hat has MAJOR swag

oh nooo Taylor Lautner I grew up with him and he sucked (real)

idk why ppl always shat on kstew being like inexpressive in this??? seems fine??

all these vampire siblings date each other?? lolololol

so far this seems like a fun little teen drama idk. it’s so blue though

Edwards stare is so intense I KNOW rpat had a great time with this lolol

Lolllll imagine seeing someone try to switch classes to avoid u but u don’t even know them??

the daughter-distant father awkwardness is v nice, v realistic

ugh this dad is so hot

Does Edward have RED eyes girl that sounds like a red flag get away

Ok this soundtrack sucks

Wait so his eyes change? Why?

wow he stopped a bread van for her w his muscles how romanticccc

also how small is this school like how does everyone know her?

vampire doctor creeps me out

lol his name is carlisle what a square

taking bets at how soon he tells her he’s a vampire it’s probably pretty soon I’m gonna say like around the one hour mark

girl is she having sex dreams about him

God Edward really is so creepy eh

Lautner’s Michigan accent is sooo bad in this omggg I can’t

are these new vampires?? the whole eating people thing really disrupts the tone of the story

So gay of bella not to care about the dress shopping. And also just skipping prom lol

Edward just following her everywhere RUN GIRL

“I should make sure Bella gets something to eat” most awkward and obvious way to ask for a date

So she’s def a vegetarian and he def doesn’t eat people food

We’re like 40 minutes in and he’s already telling her lol

Anyway why can’t he read her mind is this like a soulmate thing

This is soooo fanfictiony lmao

So she finds out he can read minds and just lets it go lol

Edward is such a dumbass though she figured him out so easy lolllll

And now she’s having vampire sex dreams lmaoooo this movie is great

Oh here it comes the “I know what you are” “say it” lol I only know this scene bc it’s from a meme or something

lmao this speed animation

is he about to sparkle

BAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS

god they’re both crazy girl why are you so into him and Edward why are you so obsessed w her

ok yeah some of these lines suck

First of all these kids are missing class and for what

Second of all I cannot IMAGINE being a teenage straight girl seeing this for the first time when it comes out and basing my ENTIRE personality on this shitty ass self-insert fanfic ass plot

Girl how the hell can you be in love with him already

That’s so high school, they’re only walking together and people somehow know they’re together?

oh wow so the doctor turns these kids to stop them from dying that’s neat

I used to live only off tofu and I was very satisfied thank u very much

Wow he’s special about reading minds that’s convenient

He’s such a kid w her that’s not what I was expecting but I like it

They’re making Italian food for her bc her name is Bella lmfao

WOW anger issues much

He doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t stop going to school, he doesn’t eat, terrible existence

Was that the author in the diner

HOLY FUCK HE SNEAKS INTO HER HOUSE AND WATCHES HER SLEEP RED ALERT

DONT KISS THE GUY WHO WANTS TO EAT YOU NOOOOO

there are so many problems here lol

Dad just messing w his gun at the kitchen table, so cop coded

So American coded actually lol

Wait Edward is gonna meet him w the gun there lmao

Vampire baseball lolllll

This is just one big incest nerd family

They could have tried a little harder w the cgi for such a big budget?? This looks like the CW. Feels like it too actually

FRENCH bad guy vampires??

These stakes seem suddenly way too high??

Don’t break the hot dads heart nooooo

This really does feel like the CW though

Yeah no Rosalie is right why does that family care about Bella so much like she’s a high school girlfriend not a wife lmao

I think I’m dumb but I don’t entirely understand what’s happening here like did Bella go back to Arizona?? Why did she have to go so far to get away from this guy

FUCK is he gonna run all the way to Arizona now lol

I just don’t know how things got so suddenly so dramatic like can’t this James guy just let it go why is he going to so much effort this just all seems so silly

Wow Black Swan

yeah again idk why everyone was hating on kstew’s performance in this, it’s good

How did Edward get there so fast is there like some portal between Arizona and Washington isn’t that like a 1-2 day drive?

This is a fancy ass ballet studio btw

Yeah this fight scene sucks

So Mufasa coded “Remember who you are”

What is happening to Bella now she doesn’t turn until the last book right? (I’ve never read it idk)

Why did that guy have venom?????

Wow finally creepy Edward gets what he wanted and can drink her up…… he ain’t gonna stop

Oh I get it he stops w the power of love. Okay. Whatever.

This SONG sucks

“You lost a lot of blood” yeah THANKS Edward

Oh god the old ass cellphones. Throwback.

Not sure why she’d need oxygen w the injuries she had tbh am I missing something or is it for drama

“You’re in here bc of me” damn straight

Go to Jacksonville Bella (I know she won’t)

Don’t be a baby about it Bella????

Oh fuck is she going to prom? THATS not gonna create School Drama at all…

“Alice lent me the dress” yeah you’re too gay to own any

I know it’s bc of my issues w lautner as a person but I hate Jacob and I ALSO hate that lautner claims to have “distant” indigenous heritage bc that is another thing that he didn’t have when we were kids so why is he playing this guy

“Should we dance?” “You’re serious?” Bro you came to prom together wtf did u think u we’re gonna do

All the music in this movie sucks ass

I don’t usually advocate for this with vampire stuff but I’d have less of a problem with the creepiness of this relationship if he DID turn her

If MY bf was a vampire I wouldn’t want to be human either wtf

Okay yeah I mean that movie was whatever. Glad I understand the pop culture references now I guess

Oh no oh wait oh god I gotta watch the rest of these movies now don’t I…. Please tell me they get better

[from-saturn-to-mars]

You Will Be Found

by from-saturn-to-mars on ao3

Peter gets hurt, and he doesn't think anyone will help him. Irondad and Spiderson fluff ensues.

Skittles or M&Ms. M&Ms or Skittles. 

Peter glances back and forth, trying to make a choice.

“What do you think?” He asks MJ. She rolls her eyes. He dragged her to the store to get stuff for May, but she hasn't exactly been helpful so far.

“Chocolate is better,” She finally says. Peter grabs the M&Ms.

“Can I go now? My photography class is soon,” She reminds him for the third time. 

“Fine, go. Thank you for the help,” 

“Whatever, nerd,”

Peter swears he sees her smile a bit before she walks out of the store. 

***

Peter has everything ready. 

May’s favorite snacks cover their table, her favorite movie is all cued up, and he  brought all the pillows and blankets into the living room. May has been so busy lately, and today was her first night off in two weeks, so Peter is determined to get it all perfect. 

Her job as a nurse is so stressful for her. She helps so many people every day, and Peter is so proud of her, but he wishes she didn't have to work so much. They barely see each other, and all so they can scrape their rent.

Peter decides to get ahead on school work while he waits for her to get home. Once he’s struggled through his English essay and half-assed his language homework, he scrolls through his secret Tumblr blog, then flicks through Youtube.

May still isn't home. 

Finally, May calls him. Even before he picks up the phone, Peter knows she won't be coming home tonight.

“Hey, May,”

“Hi, Peter. I’m so sorry, but I dont think I'm going to be able to get off work. We didn’t have anything planned, right? Could you go stay at Tony’s?” 

Peter looks around at the apartment, lit up with fairy lights that he went to three different shops to find. She sounds so guilty. 

“No, we didn’t have anything. Its okay, May, i don’t want to bother Tony, i’ll just hang out with Ned or something,” 

“Thank you, baby. I love you,”

“Love you, May,” He hangs up and drops the phone. Almost immediately, he feels the tears coming. He feels selfish, because May is doing so much good and all he wanted to do was watch old sitcoms with her. 

He considers calling Tony, but he doesn't want to be a bother. He’s probably busy anyway. And why would anyone want to spend time with someone like Peter? 

He shakes the thought out of his head and decides to go patrolling. 

As soon as he’s swinging above the city, Peter feels better. The cool air rushes around him and his whole body fills with adrenaline. Something about being Spider-man, instead of Peter, is so freeing. 

“Karen?” He shouts above the deafening wind.

“ Yes, Peter ?” 

“Play my ‘Crime-fighting’ playlist, please,”

The music serves as the perfect background noise for patrolling, and keeps alut any thoughts of May or Tony or anything else. 

Peter webs up two robbers and gets a cat out of a tree in the next hour. 

The sun is setting and Peter is still wincing from the cat’s viscous claws when he sees the man in the alley. 

***

The man is cornering a lady by one of the dumpsters. She’s clutching a small purse and is dressed in a fancy dress and heels. He has a knife pressed to her throat.

“Hey, stop it!” Peter yells down. The man jerks back, away from the woman. The robber looks between her and Peter. Peter jumps down next to him and quickly shoots a web at his arm, pinning him to the wall, before he turns to the woman. 

“Are you all right?” He asks kindly. She's shaking and there are mascara streaks on her face, but she nods bravely. 

“Okay, that's good. What's your name?” 

“Estelle,” She whispers.

“Okay, Estelle. Will you be able to get home by yourself?” She nods.

“Good. I’ll take care of this guy. I suggest getting some pepper spray or something like that, in case this ever happens again,”

“I will. Thank you, Spider-man. I’ll never forget this,” 

“Happy to help, ma’am.”

She runs out of the alley.

Peter turns back to the robber, ready to web him up more and call the police, but…. he’s gone. The webbing on the wall is ripped up.

 “Oh, sh -” is all he manages to get out before the robber lunges at him and forces the large knife directly into his stomach. 

Peter drops to his knees. 

He’s been shot at, beat up, and almost run over, but he’s never been stabbed before.

It hurts. 

The blood starts coming out slowly, thick and dark. Peter’s hands are soon slick with it, and he almost gags from the metallic smell.  Peter slumps onto his back and stares up at the sky. He almost asks Karen to call May, but then he remembers.

Tony would definitely be mad at him. How stupid could he be? He should have webbed up that guy better. He should have called the police first .

Peter’s vision starts to get darker. He sobs once, but it hurts so much that he doesn't dare do it again. The effort of keeping in everything almost makes him combust.

No one is coming to get him. And he knows it's his fault.

Peter lies on the cold stones, all alone, and he takes his last breath, thick with the smell of blood 

Peter watches the sky darken until the blackness takes over his whole head 

Peter drifts off to sleep, and he knows he wont wake up  

The dark spots in his eyes get bigger and bigger. His stomach burns, burns, burns, and it feels like his whole body is going to go up in flames. 

The roaring in his ears gets louder and louder-

Wait. 

The roaring suddenly stops. 

“...Kid?” Someone asks from above him.

Peter feels someone touch his shoulder and he opens his eyes. 

“Mr…Stark?” His voice is so quiet, but it takes so much of his energy to say that much.

“Oh, kid. Why didn't you call anyone?”

“I…..didn’t think anyone would come. May’s… working. Didn’t want to bother you…..”

“Peter, buddy, stay with me. You will never bother me, okay, I promise,” Mr. Stark's voice is shaking, but Peter doesn't know why. He feels likes he’s floating, 

The spots are getting bigger. Peter watches them bloom and shrink.

“---Peter? Peter! Stay awake for me, okay? I’m taking you to the tower,”  “Mmk,” Peter agrees. His stomach hurts. 

“Okay, okay, we’re here. You’ll be okay, Peter, just stay awake ,”

“How did you find me?”

“Karen sent out a distress signal. I programmed it in, just in case.” 

“Thank you, Tony,” 

Peter falls asleep.

***

When he wakes up, the sun is setting, and he’s confused.

Didn’t this already happen?

“What…?” He asks, feeling groggy and tired and sore. He looks down.

His torso is wrapped in bandages and there are tubes connected to his arms. The room is white and smells like cleaning supplies. 

Tony is asleep in the chair next to him.

“Mr. Stark?”

The man jerks awake, looking around, until his eyes land on Peter.

“Oh, god, kid,” Tony breathes. He slumps back in his chair and lets out a sigh of relief. 

“How long was I asleep?”

“Two days. Don't worry, your aunt knows everything,”

“Two days…what happened?”

“You had to have surgery. The knife didn't pierce any organs, but you still lost a fair bit of blood. I…I found you in an alley, bleeding out. You got yourself stabbed,” 

Peter hangs his head. He knew Tony would be mad. 

“I’m so sorry,” He can feel tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, “I didnt web this guy up right and he got free. I did’t realize until it was too late,” 

“Wha- Peter, you got stabbed. I’m not mad at you, I was scared. I dont like seeing you hurt, kid,” 

Peter looks up. Tony isnt mad at him?

“Oh…….”  Peter says sheepishly.

Tony chuckles a little bit and shakes his head, “How are you feeling, Pete? Do you need anything?”

Peter yawns. “I think I'm gonna sleep a little bit more?”

“Okay, bud. Get your rest. I’ll be there when you wake up,”

Peter nods and leans back on his pillows. A wave of exhaustion sweeps over him, and he drifts off again. 

[namonjo18]

Aouad (I don’t know all the names btw)

on a rainy morning you got up to your bsf onjo and I-sak knocking on your window with cheongsan “come on onjo we’re gonna be late !“ cheongsan explain .” 1 minute we can’t go without yn!” Onjo said back . You finally wake up and as your walking out someone smacks your back “HAH NOW COME ON WERE GONNA BE LATE !”gyeong su said running.” What a shithead.” Yn said her under her breath you seen cheongsan grab onjos hand as thay walked in front. “Ooo looks like someone has a crush “ I-sak said giggling with you .onjo stopped walking. She grabbed your and I-Saks bags. Soon you realize that there were about a race “you sure you still want to do the race cheongsan?”onjo said looking back at you and I-Sak . You all started running of .you bumped in to gyeong su and fell on him “are you all right yn?” Said smiling “yeah I’m fine” onjo helped you up .” Hey gopher!. “ cheongsan said behind onjo “you still coming over to my moms restaurant? “He said give Ig onjo the bags .”yeah and I’m gonna bring yn and I-sak too .”so a double date?”gyeongsu said looking at I-sak “ what the hell.” I-sak said back grabbing yours and onjos hand .you guys walked in to class together.”wait I’ll be back “onjo said . She walked out of class and went to suhyeok “ meet me on the room top at lunch” onjo said . “ I don’t anymore” suhyeok replyed “you think I want to fight you?”. In class the teacher said “all right class has any onee seen

Kim Hyun-Joo” a kid with glasses answered” I seen her when she was cleaning the lab but that’s the last time I seen her” . “ and onjo ,and suhyeok where are they?” Yn replied “ oh!there in the hall way!” Yn said . “Oh I can go get her “ I-sak said . Onjo and I-sak sits next to you your right in the middle. “Omg onjo cheongsan is so into you” yn said . “ Yeah have you seen the way he looks at her!?”. “Guys.. I don’t think he likes me like that I mean be fr we have been bsfs since we were kids!?”at lunch you and your friends were eating together. Nayeon,onjo,I-sak.you seen that Namra was sitting by her self “guys can we ask her if you can sit with us?.” You asked .”ew no!!” Neyeon said yelling. “Neyeon you don’t need to tell geez “I-sak said sounding annoyed.onjo look past your head in fear. “What ?”you looked behind you.

ZOMBIES !!!!!! .a kid ran past. One banged on the glass window doors .it all shattered glass went everywhere zombies came running in everywhere. There was nothing but screaming. Someone grabbeds your hand it’s gyeong su but you seen that he was also holding I-Saks hand. Soon you 3 made to a class . As soon as you got in there you ran to the window. “GYEONG SU YOU OPEN THIS DOOR NOW “cheongsan yelled . “DONT OPEN IT GYEONG SU!” neyeon yelled obviously he opened it anyways cheongsan grabbed onjo hand and pulled her in . Now the door is closed and there in onjo and cheongsan ofc.you and I-sak ran to hug her .a few minutes later a hand grabs the window. It’s suhyeok. “Let me in damnit!!?” You got the window open and pulled him in “NAMRA!” He yells reaching out for her hand. Suhyeok falls to the ground.”it’s worse then I thought…. ZOMBIES…”.

PT2????????????????

[arthur-r]

all my fucking teachers are pitying me though???? like oh my fucking god i thought i wasn’t going to be that person anymore?? are you telling me that mental illness and physical illness and access concerns and low energy and motivation don’t go away when you move four hours away from home????

[garfieldsladybird]

theme is so pretty!!!! icba to link things so here’s like a clear up of everything :)))

my october tests aren’t my gcses (the big ones) - they happen in march-y time, but my mocks are in november and i’m scared af because my teachers haven’t decided what they’re on yet (this years work or everything since last sept)

i have technically two skirts and around six shirts and then two sports kits (a top and skort for summer and winter) summer is white, winter is blue :) (one of my everyday skirts is stitched up a few inches, but the other isn’t so i just have one th at i wear :)) tehehe)

i have my rescue remedy thingys (the sweets / candy) but i’m trying not to use them until nov / match so i don’t get used to them 👀

my grades that i do get (in oct) soon are my atl (attitude to learning - 1 is the best, 2 is mid, 3-4 bitch you’re in trouble) and that’s just how you are in class / hw being done

i then get graded as well and they changed it last year to correspond with gcse grades (so 9 is best 5 is pass 4-1 fail) they give you what level you are rn and what you should be aiming for (usually a grade or two higher)

yeh reason from a change of a,b,c etc to 9-1 is because certain sixth forms / universities have a rule that you need a certain number, so when you add all your numbers up you can see if you get in! i learned this reasonably recently and it makes a lot more sense.

phew that was a lot - sending love!! also i got a really angry dm by that kinda sort of racist boy on friday and THAT was interesting 👀

sending love ❤️

also also i made lockscreens for my phone and ipad since i saw a harry styles one but wanted a taylor one that no one had tehe and i think they’re kinda cute 🥰

also also also i changed my url slightly since icedfaeriie sounded a bit like a costa coffee ☕️

yes thank you!! <33

oh okay thats more understandable. that it’s at the end of the year. which one do you hope the teachers choose tho?

that’s cool how they change the colors!  that’s pretty sweet! i why though… mhmmm. I wish I had some skirts- anyways, slayyy!!! youuu!! :DDD yeha but do you actually wear it? isn’t your school very strict..? i remember you telling me something about them not allowing like any makeup. :/ but i mean slayy!! though :DDD

that’s great!! hopefully they can/do last and/or maybe you can get more!

that’s a whole different system of what and how you are getting graded. like whoa-

that is great!! like honestly that sounds so smart to do and it sounds so useful too! i dont got much to say on six because I understand it but I don’t.

what I want to say is that basically for me at keeping up with assignments. homework and all of that. yk. I procrastinate on it a lot. but i now know that it’s okay to ask for help and if you were to get like a bad score on a test, it’s okay because it’s a learning experience, learn what you got wrong and mistaken and learn from it. but next time study. —

okay whatever. idk. but I’m not saying that you need to like ask for help or anything I’m just saying I don’t put so much pressure on yourself to get above and beyond. do the best your ability and if they do not like it then learn. yeah :)

i’m very high right now and it’s 5 AM. i’m gonna try going to bed. goodnight and good morning!! if none of this makes sense to you please ignore all of it :$)

😽💗🫶

also I’m sending so much love to you!!! wait so you made a Taylor Swift lock screen? that’s amazing!!! i’m loving all of her songs right now!! yes I did notice that you changed your url, because of so I had to go and re-change the link on my moot page which was perfectly fine ofc!! I just wanted to tell you!! anyways I love you 💗 hope you have a great day, make sure to stay hydrated and just know that you are perfect, wonderful and beautiful!!! <333

MWAHHHHHH!!!! 😽😽😽

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Hii I saw you're taking requests and I saw you write for johnny lawrence and I was wondering if you could write johnny coming over to his s/o's house and see's them taking care of their younger sibling (if you need a specific age like around 2 or 4) and he basically gets along with their sibling and helps out his s/o take care of them, Its alright if you dont wanna write it anyways have a nice day/night! And stay hydrated

Everybody loves Johnny.

Pairings: Johnny Lawrence x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warnings: None!

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‘Dear (Y/n),

Your Dad and I are gonna be out this weekend for our work trip. Please take care of yourself and your siblings, you know where to find money for food and other things.

And please, try not to burn the house down.

Love,

Mom and Dad.’

“Son of a bitch!” I mumble, crumpling the paper and throwing it at the trashcan.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?” My brother, Bruce, asked. I shake my head and smile, “Nothing. It’s just I wanted to go to a friend’s party tonight but it seems like I can’t.” I reply.

“Your friend? You mean, Johnny?” Bruce sneakily smiles.

I chuckle and nod, “He might make an appearance. Now could you be a big boy and get ready on your own?” Bruce nods before running to his room.

I sigh and walk over to my youngest brother’s room, he’s already awake and crawling out of bed.

“Good morning, Simon! Would you like me to help you get ready?” I ask. Simon nods as he spreads his arms open for me to carry him.

Thankfully, my brothers love me enough not to give me too much trouble this morning. I got them ready for school, packed their lunches, and we got out of the house early this morning without any problems.

I arrive to my school and quickly walk towards my locker. As I begin taking my materials out, Johnny appears, leaning on the locker in front of me.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He smiles. I smile back at him and peck his lips, “Good morning. How are you today?”

“Better now that you’re here with me.” He replies, “You’re still coming to Dutch’s party tonight, right?”

I shake my head, “I’m so sorry, baby. My parents are out of town tonight and i’m gonna be busy.”

I close my locker and start walking towards my first class, “Come on! It’ll be so much fun, can’t it wait?” He groans.

“No it can’t! I’m sorry to disappoint, Johnny. I’ve got things to do.” I respond.

“Fine. Can I at least walk you to your class?” He crosses his arms. I nod, “Yes please, that would be lovely.”

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The day goes by pretty quickly, Johnny still bitches about me not going to Dutch’s party, I pick my brothers up from daycare and pre-school, and we stop by for cheeseburgers.

The night soon falls upon us, my brothers are watching television while i’m making their favorite dinner.

“So then Ms. Pritchett tripped and fell in front of the rug.” Bruce finishes his story.

I furrow my brows, “Is she okay?”

He nods, “Yeah, she was just embarrassed and cried in front of the whole class.”

I stiffle a laugh and shake my head, “Oh dear, it’s probably not fun having to look after a class of four year olds and falling in front of them.”

The doorbell rings, “I’ll get it!” Simon exclaims, standing up from the ground and running to the door.

I hear the door open and a few seconds of silence going by.

A throat clears, “Hey little guy, is (y/n) here?”

I walk over to the entrance and see Simon, staring up at Johnny. “What are you doing here?” I smile at Johnny, lifting Simon up and placing him on my hip.

Bruce sprints towards me and hides, “Who is that?” He whispers.

Johnny looks at me a little shocked, “(Y/n)… are these your children?” He gulps.

“What? No you dingus! These are my little brothers!” I exclaim. Johnny sighs in relief before nodding, “Oh yeah, that explains it. May I come in?” He requests.

I nod before stepping to the side to allow him inside. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m just making Mac and Cheese.”’

I place Simon down on the couch, Johnny sitting next to him, and Bruce sitting on Johnny’s right. “Who are you?” Bruce asks.

“I’m uhh- Johnny, (y/n)’s friend!” He replies.

“Ohh, so YOU’RE Johnny?” Bruce realizes, “(Y/n) is like- in love with you or something like that.”

Johnny laughs, “Oh are they now?”

Simon nods, “They talk about you all the time it drives us crazy.”

“Yeah! But they talk about you to me more because (y/n) loves me more!” Bruce argues.

Simon shakes his head, “Nuh uh! They love me more!”

I hear arguing from the living room, “Hey! What’s going on here?” I cross my arms.

“(Y/n)! Tell Simon you love me more than you love him!” Bruce exclaims. I sigh and shake my head, walking over to the both of them.

“Listen, I love you both dorks so much. You boys matter so much to me and I love you both equally, okay?”

They look at each other before nodding.

“Okay, now go sit down at the table. Dinner’s ready.” I smile at the both of them.

“Mac and Cheese!” They both scream before running to the table.

I look over at Johnny, “Care to join us for dinner?”

Johnny nods before standing up and wrapping his arm around my waist, “Bruce told me that you’re in love with me, is that true?”

I roll my eyes, “Lawrence, we’ve been dating for almost a year. I think that ‘in love’ might be an understatement.” Johnny chuckles before placing a kiss on my cheek.

The boys end up loving Johnny, they learn a little bit of Karate, play hide and seek with him, and even ask Johnny to read them a bedtime story.

I’m sitting on the couch watching TV when I see Johnny walk towards me.

“I love your little brothers, they’re the best.” He smiles, sitting next to me and wrapping his arm around me.

I chuckle, “Are they asleep?”

He nods, “They dropped faster than me knocking somebody out.” We both chuckle.

“I gotta say, i’m a little jealous that they asked you to read them a bedtime story instead of me.” I cross my arms.

“What can I say? Everybody loves Johnny Lawrence!”

[tendouluvr]

aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier. 

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. 

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.

[i-cant-sing]

I wonder what would happen if Y/N had a really bad day and just decided to pick a sibling from the Yan!Todoroki clan like a cat would pick its person and just?? Sit in their lap?? They'd say 'I had a terrible day, no torture today please' before taking their well-deserved nap lookin' all cute and peaceful. Then the sibling would be so proud and confused at the same time but really really happy like 'omg for real? Me? What's happening?? 🥺'. Bonus points if it's Dabi just having the widest grin on his face while staring straight at the rest of the fam seething with jealousy.

I saw your works btw and been inhalin em all cause they're all so good *chef's kiss*

-Vibin' anon

Yandere Dabi comforting sister reader

This is so cute omg. Thank u Vibin anon!

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Yandere Dabi:

Shotou had come to pick you up from school today. Even though he had a busy schedule himself, he still made time for you, just like the rest if your family.

"How was school?" He asked.

"Fine."

"Just fine? Wasn't your result supposed to come today?"

You nodded. "It did. I passed."

Shotoy smiled. "Thats great. Did you get your report card?"

You knew he was going to ask for it. You also knew that he already knew what grades you got.

You nodded and handed him the report card from your bag.

Shotou's face lit up when he saw your grades.

"You're first again. I'm so proud of you." He patted your head.

You smiled. "Thanks."

By the time you guys reached home, you already knew that your entire family was home. They always were when your result came. You knew the principal had already informed Enji of your grades, she always does.

When you entered the house, your family yelled "surprise!" You feigned shock as they hugged you and congratulated you on your achievement.

Rei had prepared a little feast for you, everything was made from scratch. Enji was beaming with joy, he was so proud of his little girl. Rei had made your favourite cake, kissing your cheek as you cut it. Enji had gotten you beautiful diamond necklace. Natsuo, Shotou and Fuyumi had gotten you some gifts as well, stuff you had vaguely mentioned about. Dabi wasn't home, but you didn't mind his absence.

Your family had planned to spend the night on the couch cuddling and doing a movie marathon, but when you asked them to excuse you for the night because you were feeling tired, they became a but worried. You reassured them that you just had a long day at school as well, and now that you were stuffed with Rei's delicious food, sleep was inevitable. They nodded, a bit sad that you wouldn't be joining, but understanding nonetheless.

You went up the stairs to your room, and as soon as you closed the door, the smile you had been displaying all night was wiped off.

You sat on your bed and recalled the events of the day. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept yourself quiet. They're not worthy crying over, you reminded yourself. Still, you couldn't help but crumple up your report card and throw it in the dustbin.

Silent tears fell from your eyes, no longer being able to hold them in. God, its infuriating.

Suddenly, you heard someone knock on your bedroom door. You looked at the clock. 12 am.

Its Dabi.

You couldn't deal with him tonight. You remained silent, hoping he'd leave you alone.

But of course not.

You quickly turned away from the door as soon as you heard it open. Wiping your tears quickly, you heard Dabi come in.

"You brat. Why didn't you answer when I knocked?" He asked, pushing the door close with his foot.

"Leave me alone, Dabi." You were trying hard to stabilise your voice.

"Huh?! Is that anyway to talk to your favourite brother?" Dabi mocked as he pulled at your ponytail. You yelped before turning around to push him away.

Dabi was about to laugh at you when he suddenly noticed the your face. Your eyes were full of tears, lashes heavy with them. Your face was flush, your nostrils flared, your lips in a pulled in a tight scowl. Had you been crying? Or did he make you cry?

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"Just leave me alone." You said as you angrily wiped the tears from your face.

Dabi was shocked to see you like this. He had never seen you cry, not even when he took his teasing a little too far. So, to see you react like this, it worried him a bit.

"Have you been crying? What's the matter? Did you fail or something?" His voice actually held some concern.

You shook your head, pulling your ponytail loose. "Its nothing. Just leave."

Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. What happened? He plopped down on your bed next to you. "Come on. Tell me." He poked your shoulder. "You know I won't leave until you tell me."

"Its nothing, really." You sniffled, avoiding his gaze.

"Did Enji say something?" Dabi asked, his voice taking a dangerous tone. "Look at me. Did he do something?" He's going to kill that bastard if he-

"What? No. God, just go."

Dabi let out a huff. He'll have to use another strategy. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just tell Shotou you have been crying, and then you can answer to him."

Shotou? God, he would just overthink everything and do something stupid.

You caught his wrist just as he was about to leave. "Do you have to be such a jerk every single day?" You glared daggers at him.

Dabi smirked before pulling his wrist away and plopping on the bed next to you. "Yes. Big brother privileges." He poked your cheek. "Now spill."

You looked at him, hoping he'd just get blasted magically. Idiot.

You inhaled deeply before closing your eyes. "Its stupid, really." Dabi stared at you, signalling for you to continue. "Something... happened at school." You paused. "Just a couple of assholes."

Dabi was attentive now. "Go on."

You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. "Some kids in my class... they said mean things about me."

"Bullying?" Dabi quirked an eyebrow.

You shook your head. "I- I don't think so. They just said that I only get the highest grade in class because of my dad. Like Enji bribes the school into giving me good marks." You sniffled. "They undermine me. They say I'm not good enough to be in their school, and that the only reason I got in was because of my surname."

Tears dripped down your face slowly, almost as if they were ashamed to fall.

You wiped them away harshly. "And it doesn't matter what I say. I've tried to befriend them, I've tried to get along with them, but they still ridicule me. Its frustrating. They... they don't understand that my only option is to be the best." You whispered the last part, but Dabi heard you loud and clear.

He sat up and gently gripped your chin, turning your face towards him as he narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'its your only option'?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what I mean. I know that no one in the family cares if I get the highest marks or not but...I still have to live up to the family name. What will people say if the number 1 hero's kid is both quirkless and dumb?" Your lips wobbled.

Oh. Ohhhh.

You don't want to let down the Todoroki name; you don't want to let down Enji.

He already knew it was that shithead's fault.

Dabi sighed before pulling you close to him. Placing an arm around your shoulders while his other hand wiped your tears away.

Wanting to prove your worth, that you're a valuable asset to the family. Dabi never thought he'd see himself in you, or his younger self really.

"You're an idiot." Dabi began, carding his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to be the best. You're not expected to. You know, the family knows, hell even I know how hard you worked to get in that school. I've seen how you'd do all nighters, how many times you've turned down going out so that you could do well in your exams. But you don't have to do that." He tilted your chin up, staring into your glossy eyes. "We don't care what the public thinks of us. We won't care if you fail. We don't care you're quirkless. You're not expected to be anything but a good girl." He squished your cheeks together, making you look like a fish. "You just need to be safe. Do you understand?"

You sniffled as you nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

Dabi smiled. "Why didn't you tell anyone before?" You shrugged in response. "You know what would've happened if I said anything. They're already hesitant to let me go to school, this would just give them another reason to homeschool me. Besides, I didn't let their words get to me before, so it really wasn't a big deal." Before? You were about to continue but then kept your mouth shut. But Dabi saw that. He pulled you away from him, his eyes turning sharp as he raised his eyebrows. "But something else happened today as well?"

You averted his scrutinising gaze, keeping your lips sealed as you shook your head no. "Do not lie to me. Or I'll tell Shotou and Enji and then they can handle-"

Your eyes widened. "Do you ever stop making threats?" Rolling your eyes, you told him what happened. "It wasn't anything serious. One of those jerks... thought it'd be funny to try and kiss me. When he tried to force me, I slapped him. Really hard. My handprint still on his face." You smiled at that. "He said the only reason he wasn't using his quirk on me was because I was Todorokis charity case. Then he said that I should be grateful that he was going to kiss me, especially since no one cares about a quirkless, frigid bitch like me." You let out a humourless laugh, but Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. You gave a small smile. "Dont worry. I already know what they said isn't true."

Thats it.

Dabi was already planning murder. He's going to make those little shits pay for what they did to you. The nerve to not only bully you, but make you cry, and then touch you? Dabi is gonna make sure they get tortured in every way possible before he incinerates them-

"Dabi?"

Your soft voice pulled him out of his violent thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Can you... stay the night?"

He looked at your tear stricken face, your eyes were still laden with tear drops, your nose red from all the sniffling.

How could he say no to you? You looked ugly.

"Its okay. You don't have to-" you were cut off by a pillow hitting your face.

"Move over, brat." He climbed in the bed with you, covering you both with the blanket. "And don't put your cold feet on mine." You smiled cheekily at that.

"Don't hog the blanket- why do you need it anyway?"you yanked the blanket.

Dabi pushed another pillow on your face, laughing as you punched his shoulder. "You're insufferable."you mumbled.

It took a while to get comfortable on your single bed, but it ended up with your head on his chest, while Dabi propped himself against the headboard.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Dabi hummed. "Dont think I don't know why you're doing this."

You smiled softly. He caught on to why you were keeping him home that night; you knew he would do something terrible to those guys. "Promise me you won't hurt them?"

Dabi remained silent. You pulled your head away to look up at him. "Dabi. Promise."

When he didn't reply, tears started forming your eyes. He sighed, before shoving your face back into his chest. "Fine, crybaby. I won't hurt them. Promise." You're such a brat, stopping him from doing his big brother duties.

You went back to snuggling him, not taking long for you to finally go to sleep. Once Dabi made sure you were asleep, he pulled out his phone and texted Toga.

"Need a favour. Up 4 stabbing?"

[sie-rui]

hey ok so imagine this

You and Mikey are dating right, but he keeps it secret cuz he doesn’t want other gangs to target u and he doesnt want u getting hurt right? Ok ok but Mikey secretly has fan girls cuz I mean he’s good looking.

Then outta no where like uhh 2-3 pick me girls that are in the same friend group transfer to ur school and they act like they suddenly run the place. And I wanna mention that ur like uhm the popular girl of the school cuz we’ll s/o is cool 😕👍🏼 anyways They dont know abt mikeys reputation right. And everyone’s like “hey hey if u don’t wanna die don’t talk to him” but they’re pick mes so they don’t listen RIGHT

AND THEN they’re like “hey he’s cute let’s flirt” and u suddenly show up and show them who’s boss and like fight them outta jealousy or smt and they run crying. A few weeks later they find out mikeys reputation and they avoid him scared outta their minds. MIKEY WOULD PROBABALY BE AMUSED TOO

LIKE LIKE IDEK IT WAS JS A RANDOM THOUGHT THAT CAME TO MY MIND THE OTHER DAY IDEK IF IT MAKES SNESE LMAO anyways I’m sorry if this is too detailed or if it’s too complicated 😭

❀ THE LINE | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano manjiro 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), tw: violence, jealousy, established relationship, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, timeline: highschool, imagine 📅 june 29, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, sent by mikeysboba

sano manjiro’s s/o is his alone just like how he is his s/o’s alone. that’s just how it is. some people don’t understand that.

You heard about the new transfer students next door the moment they arrived. You were respected in school and were well-liked so the news reached you fast since everyone is usually excited to tell you something or they’re always happy to share something with you if you ask.

…Also because of the students’ reputation.

There were two of them, both from the same school and neighborhood and apparently childhood friends as well. They transferred for some reason that none of the staff disclosed which you could respect since it’s their privacy after all.

Their reputation… isn’t the best.

To put it simply, they were entitled bitches who’s acting as if they created the school with their bare hands and they raised the students so everyone should respect them. Also because they insulted this nice girl in their class for telling off a male student for cheating. Apparently, they took the boy’s side who was clearly in the wrong and insulted the girl. (One of the transferees ended up flirting with said male student so everyone understood immediately.)

You could only sigh and thank whoever is up there that they didn’t end up in your class.

You spoke too soon.

“I’m sorry, Y/n-san! We tried to warn them to not approach him because of his… reputation but they didn’t listen,” one of your classmates said apologetically with his head hanging low.

You could only pat his shoulder, flashing him a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with them to make sure no one gets hurt.”

“Are you sure? Mikey-kun isn’t really… the best person out there and you- you could get hurt,” he stammers, lips in a frown and brows furrowed in worry.

You only shake your head, waving dismissively as you chuckle, turning around to go to the classroom. “I’ll be fine, just keep everyone out and I’ll handle the collateral.” Or maybe I’ll cause it, we’ll see when I get there.

No one really knew about your relationship with Mikey. It was kept secret since he didn’t want you getting too involved with Touman, he preferred keeping you away to keep you safe and so that you could live a simple gang-free life which you’re thankful for. You’re planning on getting in a good high school and you really can’t afford getting distracted.

Even if your relationship isn’t public, no one really does usually approach Mikey despite his pretty face. Mostly because of his reputation as Touman’s President, also because he was mean to anyone that tried to flirt with him… Perhaps also because he beat up a senior that challenged him two years ago in his first year. He may be smiling but all students just labelled him dangerous and tended to steer out of his path. Everyone just knew better after that.

Everyone except the two idiotic transferees. According to your classmate, they tried telling them off, trying to stop them from approaching the sleeping blond in your classroom, but of course they wouldn’t listen. What else did you expect?

Your classmates just ran out of the classroom after that, leaving those two alone with the half-lucid Mikey. It was break time anyway. (Even if it wasn’t, you’re sure that the teachers wouldn’t mind knowing how impulsive Mikey sometimes is.) So, here you are, returning from the restroom to see everyone outside the door, either covering their eyes, snickering, or just sighing, some were even thinking of calling an ambulance.

You just took up the job of dealing with the collateral first-hand since you seemed to be the only person Mikey loved talking to other than Draken. Everyone just thought that it was because of your charm and not even Mikey could be immune to it.

Speaking of Draken, that poor guy got dragged by Baji earlier because of some stupid shit he and Chifuyu stirred. Mikey was supposed to go with them but he refused to wake up so Draken just left him alone, giving you a sorry look.

You can’t help but sigh as you slide open the door, ignoring the murmurs behind you. You knew that they wouldn’t dare to come in or even try to pry open the windows. Not anyone can stomach a beating.

The door slides close behind you, before you freeze. One of the girls, a blonde, was sitting on the chair in front of Mikey, smiling coyly and twirling her hair. While the other was standing beside Mikey, a hand on his shoulder. Mikey looked as if he was going to kill someone, uncomfortable.

You were also probably the only person present that knew he wouldn’t hit girls. Sadly, these girls wouldn’t learn from words, they learn from actions.

“Uh, hey, we’re busy here,” the blonde says, noticing you.

You force out a smile. “This is our classroom, you’re intruding. Please take your business elsewhere or I’m going to have to drag you out by force.” You really didn’t want to fight them. It might affect your clean record and therefore make your acceptance to the high school harder… Also because you kind of liked how everyone treats you currently.

“Mou, just let us finish~” This time, it was the brunette that spoke, pouting and still patting Mikey’s shoulder. “We’re going to finish our conversation real quick! Right, Mikey-kun?”

“Conversation is a two-way discussion. Both parties will talk and share their ideas, and both parties are supposed to be comfortable in it; if not, then it is either persuasion or pressure,” you raise a brow, taking slow easy steps to them. “So tell me, Manjiro, are you comfortable in this situation?”

You met his gaze and instead of the uncomfortable blank expression earlier, there was a small smirk on his lips. He glances at both of the girls before carefreely resting his cheek on his propped up hand, eyes twinkling with curiosity and amusement. “No. Not at all.”

You finally stop a table in front of them, poised. “See, ladies? Now, I’m asking you to go for the second time. Resist and I’ll be relying on force.”

The blonde scoffs, standing up from her seat. “But I really want to talk to Mikey-”

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as your hand was already on the ribbon that kept her ponytail up, dragging her down as she yelped. The brunette squeaks but you caught one of her braids before she could either run away or come at you.

Easily avoiding their sharp perfectly-painted nails, you drag them by the door as Mikey watches on with a little chuckle. You slide open the door with your foot ignoring both the yelps of the duo and the gasps of your classmates. You spread your feet apart before throwing the brunette out and lightly spinning so the blonde could go next.

They both topple to the floor, your classmates not bothering to catch them and just opting to back away instead. “My hair and nails!” The blonde shrieks causing a few wandering eyes to gravitate to her, tears were gathering up in her eyes while her partner had already let a few of them slip. “You bitch! I’m going to-”

The foot that met her stomach wasn’t yours.

Mikey stands beside you, expression once more blank but fire in his eyes as he hears what she just called you. His hands are on your shoulder as he nonchalantly scrutinizes everyone around him, all who are frozen including the passing teacher who was about to stop the growing fight.

“I don’t hit girls,” Manjiro starts, his grip on you tightening. “But you just crossed the line by calling Y/n a bitch.”

[xoxo-teddybear]

Bakugou’s daughter brings home a Boyfriend

Bakugou x wife!reader

Ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: fluff, lowkey Crack, sexual mentions, small angst, cursing, Bakugou being such a dad

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is one of my favorite types of Bakugou. Domestic father Bakugou!! So bc of that fact, this piece was born. Hope you enjoy!

Bakugou as a boyfriend? Bliss. Bakugou as a fiancé? Heaven. Bakugou as a husband? Euphoric

Bakugou as a dad?.......he sure is something

Don’t get me wrong, Bakugou would be the ultimate dad

Baby crying in the middle of the night? Sleep love, daddy’s got it. Baby needs a bottle? He can warm it up with his hands. Baby’s feeling bored? Look at these mini fireworks in his hands!! Katsuki’s got it all

But that’s a baby Bakugou

Bakugou with a teenager

oOf

Katsuki’s teen will be either one of two things

His best friend

Or his mortal enemy (whom he still loves endlessly)

His 16 year old daughter, Katsumi, was both

And yes they loved each other very much, but they also got into battles on who could cook dinner better, who Y/N loved more, hell, when y’all came back from a restaurant THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO MADE IT TO THE FRONT DOOR FIRST

But this battle? Y/N might just let them Kill each other...just this once

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“WHO THE FUCK IS THI-“

*SMACK* (thx Y/N)

“Daddy, this is Izuru! Izuru this is my lovely mother and that’s my shitty dad that I love so dearly!”

Katsumi definitely inherited her guts from the Bakugou’s

“Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs. Bakugou!”

Ah man, here we go

Silence. Pure, awkward, scary, silence. And of course Y/N’s nervous twitching HOPING that her dear husband doesn’t murder the green haired boy. As the young couple stand infront of the doorway smiling, the older couple is staring at them, one in nervousness, and the other in shock. (I’m talking Denki going 4 million volts shocked)

“Well.....Welcome Izuru! I knew you’d be coming over soon but I didn’t expect it tonight. It’s lovely to meet you,” Y/N ever so kindly said once she let out a sigh.

Her husband almost got whiplash from how fast he turned to look at her. “Knew?!? You knew about this kid?? And didn’t bother to tell me?!??”

“Well if I told you, you woulda stopped this meeting from happening ya jerk!” Y/N visciously explained.

“YA DAMN RIGHT CUZ-“ silenced with another smack from his wife. Y/N sure learned a lot from Mitsuki. “Please come in you two, I’ll start dinner.”

As the young couple sat in the living room speaking, the older one was in the kitchen preparing food. Well one of them was, the other was too busy burning a whole into the poor boy’s body with just his eyes.

*SMACK*

“Ow.” Continues to stare

“Suki stop that, you’re gonna scare the poor boy.” Y/N said.

“GOOD. I DONT WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM CONTAMINATING THE BAKUGOU LINE!” The blonde dramatically yelled.

“Contaminating? Love, we don’t even know if they’ve had sex. I doubt he’s “contaminating” anything any time soon.” You said with attitude.

Bakugou just stared at you know with the same look.

“Hmph!” And turned to look back at the kids.

“HEY!” Bakugou screamed.

“Heyyyyy~” Katsumi replied.

“No not “Heyyyy~,” Katsuki began and replied with a girly impersonation of his daughter as he walk towards the couple. “I mean, HEY, as in have you had sex with this kid?” He sternly asked.

“KATSUKI OH MY GOD,” Y/N screamed as she dropped something in shock.

“.......Yeah, so what?” His daughter replied.

Y/N wasn’t even mad. She already knew. She could tell. Mother’s instinct I guess.

Katsuki was fuming.

“NOPE! NO! THIS RELATIONSHIP WONT GO ON! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE HAVING SEX!” The older blonde screamed while looking at the now blushing green haired teen and his rebellious daughter. And Y/N was just giving him this...look.

‘What a fucking hypocrite’ you thought to yourself.

“How old were you when you fucked mom?”

(ITS QUIET AINT NO BACKTALK)

Pure and utter silence.

Katsuki started stepping back from the couple while facing them and nodding his head. “.....use condoms,” and walked back to his deceased wife.

As dinner is placed on the table and everyone takes their seats, Katsuki can’t help but stare at this boy. Why does he seem so familiar?

Everyone just ate and talked. Grades, school, when did y’all meet, how long has it been? The usual. But Katsuki remained silent while thinking. And then..it clicked!

Katsuki slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat looking at the boy across from him. “What’s your last name?!”

Izuru was nervous because he was well aware of who Katsumi’s father was and how her father’s relationship with his own father was kinda iffy.

“M-Midoriya sir.” He nervously stated.

Katsuki saw red.

“DEKU?!??????!!!!!” He screamed

“Oh come on Katsuki! Like that wasn’t obvious!” You said rolling your eyes.

“There is NO WAY IN HELL I’m gonna let the Bakugou line be contaminated with Deku’s genes! Our family line only brings in the best of the best!” Katsuki proudly and loudly stated.

“So what am I?” Y/N asked.

“The best of the best! You were and are the perfect one for me Y/N! You know this, I know this, everyone knows this. And look at what we created-“ he was interrupted by his wife.

“A mini you?”

“A MINI ME! And who wouldn’t want that?!”

“Dad.” Katsumi said.

Now that caught Katsuki off guard. For the past 16 years, Katsumi has always been a daddy’s girl. She never called him “dad,” ew. She said “Daddy,” or “Shitty dad.” As Katsuki turned to his daughter he could see the look in her eyes.

“.......you really wanna be with this kid?” He asked.

“I really do.” Katsumi said while grabbing onto Izuru’s hand.

“...Ok then. You can be with him.” Katsuki calmly said.

Katsumi excitingly got up and ran towards her dad’s seat giving him a hug.

“Thanks daddy,” she said while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner continued on as normal as it could. Katsuki was just gonna have to learn how to let go.

Later

As the married couple got ready to sleep, Katsuki was hanging outside their balcony.

“What was up with you Blasty? I haven’t seen that kinda Katsuki since UA.” You jokingly said as you went to stand beside him.

“You’re not scared?” Katsuki asked.

“Of?”

“Katsumi. She’s growing up. She has a boyfriend now. That girl is having sex! She’s not daddy’s little girl anymore.” He sadly said.

“That’s what this is about? Katsumi growing up? Suki, this was always gonna happen. She’s in her prime teenage years. She’s 16! A lots gonna start happening.” You began.

“I know that but-“

“But nothing Katsuki. You can be scared of her growing up, I am too, but we can’t be so scared that we try and stop her. You just have to know that Katsumi will always come back to us no matter how old she is. And she will always, always be a daddy’s girl. Her entire world revolves around you Katsuki, but we gotta let her go at some point. We have to let her grow. That’s how the best of the best are made after all, right? It’s what we look for in a Bakugou.” You finished.

Katsuki couldnt do anything but smile. You were right. He knew you were. And he was willing to let his little cub grow.

“......You’ve gotta stop interrupting me when I talk.” He laughed.

“And you’ve gotta stop saying the dumbest shit in the world.” You teased back.

He pulled you in for a quick peck and just held you there in his arms. He was so glad he had you to keep him grounded. You’re the best of the best after all. It only makes sense.

“Daddy?” Katsumi walked into her parents room, unnoticed.

As the two broke the hug to see their daughter, looking a little timid, Katsuki spoke.

“Katsumi, hey princess. What’s up with you.” Katsuki asked as he walked towards his daughter.

“You’re not...disappointed in me, right? You know, for who I chose to be with. I’m sorry if I chose Izuru but I-“ this time, it was Katsuki who interrupted.

“Hey hey, no of course not baby bear. I would never be disappointed in who your true feelings pulled you to. I don’t want you to apologize for anything when today I caused most of the trouble.” Katsuki said while wiping one of his daughter’s stray tears.

“You know I’m never gonna leave you guys. Right? I’m gonna grow up but I’ll always want to have a close relationship with you and mom. I love you guys, and I’m not going anywhere.” Katsumi said.

“We know Katsumi. And we love you too. And we’re far from disappointed in you. We are so proud of the young woman you’ve become today.” Y/N joined in.

Katsumi ran to her mother and gave her the tightest hug, and Katsuki couldn’t help but stare at his two girls. His world. His entire reason for living. All right there in his arms as he pulled them in for a bigger hug.

“Thanks you guys. Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I’ve got a date with Izuru tomorrow and I don’t wanna be late.” Katsumi began walking towards her parents door until Katsuki called her.

“Hey baby bear,”

“Yeah?”

“Izuru. He seems alright. He’ll be good for you.” Katsuki admitted.

“Yeah. He really is. He’s the best of the best after all. Reminds me of someone I know.” Katsumi said while leaving the room.

Yeah. Katsuki will be just fine.

A/N: Sheesh. This kinda sucked but I did this in my literature class sooo....it’s still credible work since I was writing, right? Yeah..?....No?...yeah ok. Anyways, HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT BEAR CUBS🧸💗

P.S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!! And I PROMISE I’ll get better and produce more work. Feel free to leave requests!