#i do for 4 fucking years?? oh i know just took a bunch of classes i didn't give a shit about and stressed myself the fuck out over exams!
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I have never deliberately or consciously seeked academic success, i was just trying to avoid failure.
#school truly fucked me. my sense of love ability comes from how well i do in school. i didn't care about what i was learning.#i was just afraid to fail and afraid to having to be viewed as a failure. i dedicated so much of my life to studying til the point..#i missed out on so much even though school isn't really the reason i missed out on things. it just the thing that occupied my time#the fact i never wanted to be academically successful made me downplay my accomplishments to myself and to others..#i graduated uni last year and i was the top student on my class and no.7 on the whole year and i always downplayed it.#i got annoyed when my dad mentioned it to other people because I'm not actually *learning* I'm just studying for exams#other people have a balance they do school work they go out have fun have friends and i was just going to school and doing homework#if i ever go and get another degree it'll be for something i actually give a shit about not fucking chemical engineering.. what the fuck di#i do for 4 fucking years?? oh i know just took a bunch of classes i didn't give a shit about and stressed myself the fuck out over exams!#personal#👑
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I'll die with you (part 7)
(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)
Summary: You finally put an end to this nightmare, and start a new life in New York, with a new 'hobby'.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7
Warnings: Ghostface stuff, deaths, blood, etc
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
You got pushed forward harshly, stumbling into Sidney's arms. Damian was laying on the floor, unconscious, next to the old couch.
How did he even get caught?
You tried to go to him to see if he was okay, but were interrupted by Ghostface.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
You looked up to him, watching in horror as he pointed Sidney's gun at Tara's head, and took a step back.
"Go fuck yourselves, assholes! Don't you know the fans never win?" Mindy spat
"First, we're not 'fans'" the Ghostface near you said "And second, you might want to choose your words more wisely, Mindy."
The other Ghostface, the one holing Tara, took off his mask. Her mask.
Blond hair fell on her shoulders, free from the restraining mask.
"Surprise, my love" she said, smirking at Mindy
"Lexi...? I thought you said she got killed!" the brunette said to Tara
"That's what I thought...!" your girlfriend defended herself
"Wait, if Lexi is Ghostface... who's the other one?" her sister asked
The other killer took off his mask, to reveal...
"Who the fuck is that?" Sam asked
No one answered, sharing confused looks, until you finally spoke.
"Ayla... she's a classmate of mine... we have a few classes in common"
"What did you do to make her want to kill you?"
"Nothing! We barely ever talked." you turned to face the killer "Why are you doing this...?"
"Oh, now you're interested in me?" she huffs "You really are a bunch of hypocrites"
You all looked at her, pure confusion on your faces.
"We've been in the same class for 4 years. And not once you paid attention to me. I bet you didn't even notice I was missing last year. But I'm getting carried away, that's not the reason I'm doing this."
"What's your motive then? Why did you even bring me here?" Sid asked "Let me guess, the movies made you do it?"
"These stupid movies? I couldn't care less about the movies! I'm taking my revenge on you all. For what you did to me."
"'For what we did to you'? We don't even know who you are!"
"That's the problem!" Ayla replied, anger rising in her voice
"What do you mean?"
"Last year, my mom's hometown lived a nightmare. We lived a nightmare. We got trapped in the mall, and some guys started to kill everyone. The Woodwork massacre? Rings a bell? Of course not. Because at the same time, you were being attacked. And who cares about a little town when there's another massacre in Woodsboro? No one! No one cared about what happened! Journalists were supposed to come and cover the events. Your mom was supposed to come and cover the events. But because of you all, the medias rushed here and forgot us."
"'Because of us'? Do you think we wanted this?!"
You got cut off by Ayla pressing her knife against your throat.
"I don't care what you wanted. My story was forgotten because of you. And I'm going to kill you all for that."
"And how do you this you'll get away with it?"
"We have the perfect scapegoat here, thanks to you, and your suspicions." she said, pointing Damian
"What does this have to do with you...?" Mindy suddenly asked the blonde
"Me? I'm just here for the adrenaline. We weren't working together at first; we had the same target, some cops, and killed them together. Then we talked, and I agreed to help her."
"You're fucking crazy... Both of you." you said
"Yeah? Whose fault is that, hm? You're the ones to blame for it." Ayla replied, a crazy smirk on her face "You'll tell that to your mom, hm? That, and how you couldn't save yourself, like you couldn't save her either."
When you understood that she was the one who killed your mom, you saw red.
You grabbed the girl's wrist with force, almost breaking the bone, and kicked her in the stomach, sending her a few meters away, her knife falling on the floor.
Lexi was too shocked by your move, and didn't see Sam coming and got punched hard, making her let go of Tara. But the blonde was quick to react, and tried to shoot Sam, who dodged. The bullet hit Mindy, who fell to the ground.
The blonde looked at Sam and ran after her. Tara tried to follow them, but Sidney intervened.
"Help your friend, I'll take care of your sister"
Tara hesitated a second, before nodding and looking at you.
"It's okay baby, I'll handle her and protect Damian. Take Mindy outside and try to bandage her up."
"But-"
"Please. I don't want you to get hurt..."
She was about to protest again, but finally gave in and went to Mindy. At the same moment, Ayla got up, rage visible on her face, and rushed to you, trying to punch you.
You dodged, and grabbed the nearest object - an old little table - and slammed it on her head.
"Go, quick!" you said to Tara, while the killer was on the floor, trying to get up
You gave a last look to Tara when Mindy and her walked past the door, before concentrating again.
A shiny object caught your attention, partially hidden under a cupboard. The knife she dropped earlier. Taking advantage of her confusion, you rushed to it.
The handle fit perfectly in your hand, as if it had been made for you. The knife wasn't too heavy nor too light, just the perfect weight to be used in the most efficient way.
You turned to face the girl, knife in hand.
"What are you going to do with that? Kill me?" she smirked "You wouldn't dare"
You took a step closer and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at you.
"Wanna bet?" you asked before stabbing her in the stomach with force
The cry she let out as the blade sank in her flesh was so pathetic, so miserable, it almost made you smile.
"Did I hurt you?" you asked with innocent eyes
"Fuck you."
"Oh, no no no, that's not what we say"
You twisted the knife, causing blood to splatter on you and on the floor, exactly like when she attacked you. Except this time you were the one holding the knife.
"I said, 'did I hurt you?'. What do we say?"
She looked at you, teeth clenched, determined not to give you what you wanted. You rolled your eyes and twisted the knife again.
"What do we say?"
"Yes, you're hurting me! F-fuck..."
She was losing a lot of blood. You would have to be quick.
"See, it wasn't that hard."
You pulled the knife out of her stomach. More blood gushed out of the wound.
Your grip on her hair didn't loosen; it grew even stronger, as you pulled her towards the nearest wall and slammed her head against it.
"How does it feel, huh? Having your head slammed against a wall?" you sank the blade in her side "Sounds familiar?"
You pulled out the knife and stabbed her in the leg and in the arm. Her cries and whimpers were music to your ears. As you pulled her head back, ready to slam it against the wall again, you heard Tara's voice.
"Y/n?"
You turned around, covered in Ayla's blood.
"What are you doing...?"
"I just-"
"Yeah, Y/n, explain to her how you're trying to kill me and enjoying it" Ayla groaned, trying to free herself from your grip
"Shut your fucking mouth." you growled
"I know you're not like that, baby... You will regret it later..."
You slowly pull the blade out of the girl, a fistful of her hair still in hand, holding her in front of you.
"... Maybe I will... But..." you looked at your girlfriend, pain visible in your eyes "She killed my mom, so..."
You sank the blade in the girl's throat, not letting Tara react to what you just said.
"Who's dying alone now, huh?" you whispered with a slight smirk, pulling the knife out
Blood splattered on your face and clothes as your grip on her hair loosened, letting her fall to the ground. You looked at her, oh so pathetic now, helpless.
God it felt good to get your revenge done.
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A year after these events, your little friend group had moved to New York, in hope to have a better life there. And it was working. Mindy, Damian, Tara and you started college like normal people. Not victims, not survivors, just new students.
It was comforting to know that all the Ghostface stuff was behind you.
This city gave you plenty of date ideas, and without the fear of getting attacked at every corner, Tara and you spent most of your time outside, visiting and having romantic little moments together.
But since that very night at Woodsboro, something in you had snapped. This thing had followed you here, leading you to start a new 'hobby'.
You couldn't tell anyone, they wouldn't understand. They would call you crazy, say you had lost your mind.
So, you kept it all a secret, hidden in a wooden box under your bed.
The first three months, everything when well. You were doing a great job keeping your activities a secret. Until that night.
As always, you had packed your bag and waited until Tara fell asleep to sneak out by your bedroom's window. You did what you had to do, and two hours later, you were back in your room.
Little did you know that Tara was awake, waiting for you. She was sitting on the bed, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow as she saw you climbing back in.
You didn't have any other choice and told her everything. And let's say that her reaction surprised you; she offered to join you in your nightlife.
You couldn't hide your shock, your jaw was on the floor. You had think about this moment so many times, and yet, she still managed to say something you hadn't think of. Evert time, she ended up leaving you, in your scenarios.
From this night on, you had a partner in crime. And you had to admit it; she was really good at that.
Two months after Tara joined you, on a 'break night' as you called it, you were cuddling on your bed, when Sam called your names. Hearing the tone of her voice, you quickly made your way to the living room.
"What's wrong?" Tara asked
"Remember the news saying that someone wearing a Ghostface costume had been spotted at night across the city?"
"Yeah, we all agreed it was some freak joking around. Why?"
Sam just pointed the tv, and you both looked at the screen. Someone had just been murdered, and according to the security cameras, the killer was wearing a Ghostface costume.
You turned to Tara, eyes filled with worry. You could say you were both thinking about the same thing, by the way she looked at you.
The bow under your bed hadn't been opened in a week, and none of you acted alone.
That could only mean one thing.
You were not the only Ghostfaces in New York.
~ maybe the end? ~
[Previous part]
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a/n: before anyone sues me for Ghostface's identity, the lack of 'screen time' she got is meant to mirror the confusion of the group, and the lack of attention she got after what happened to her (kind of foreshadowing (?))
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Gorgug Thistlespring Junior Year Playlist: Side A
Heres Gorgug's playlist! Literally the sweetest ever, deserves the world and more. Spoilers for Episodes 1-10
Genres Include: Alt Rock, Anti-Folk, Punk, Metal
1. Dashboard, Modest Mouse
Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know
Oh, the dashboard melted but we still have the radio
Oh, it should've been, could've been worse than you would ever know
Well, you told me about nowhere
Well, it sounds like someplace I'd like to go
Ok nothing made me laugh harder than the image of the Hangvan beat to shit and Gorgug still having to drive it back for two days straight. TWO DAYS STRAIGHT. Despicable. Deplorable. Hilarious.
2. The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton, Laura Jane Grace
When you punish a person for dreaming their dream
Don't expect 'em to thank or forgive you
The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Will, in time, both outpace and outlive you
Hail Satan, Hail Satan, tonight
Hail Satan, hail, hail
This song is less of a 1 to 1 representation of Gorgug's situation and more like a song that, if he heard it at this specific time in his life, would utterly destroy him. I am really never gonna forgive Porter for the way he treated Gorgug, and as an educator, I never ever want to make anyone feel the way these fake people felt in their fake game. While this song is originally (and famously) by The Mountain Goats I really like the Laura Jane Grace cover. And I love it for Gorgug as a kind of wink to @rabdoidal 's transfem Gorgug hc, which is another thing I absolutely love.
3. Overbite, Sincere Engineer
Could have been a doctor if I really cared enough
But I didn't have it in me
I got distracted by a bunch of stuff
I'm so stupid and empty
My mind just wasn't in it
And neither was my heart
...
I'm not basing my intelligence on some fucking letters
And now that it's over I did what I was told I had to do
But I still feel just about as dumb as I used to
I still feel just about as dumb as I used to
Gorgug Thistlespring took FOUR YEARS of classes. He did that. He did it and he fucking crit. He fucking got straight As on Artificer and didn't flunk Barbarian, which is basically a genius-level thing to do. Fuck Porter, and honestly? fuck Henry Hopclap for letting a 17-year-old do this to himself when he could have just confronted Porter himself LIKE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO LIKE AN ADULT
4. Dragged Across the Finish Line, Sincere Engineer
I'm not trying to win
I'm just trying to finish
I don't know when it ends
But I'm counting the minutes
And I'm counting on you
Yeah, I'm counting on you
I remember when I knew it 'cause I saw it in your eyes
And I did what I had to, I dragged you across the finish line
It would be so nice
If you could do that for me this time
Is this the second song in a row by Sincere Engineer on this 6 song playlist? Yes, it is, and I am not apologizing for it because it's perfect. Also, Sincere Engineer sounds like a band name that Gorgug would think of because that's what he is. Also I really like the way this kind of makes a parallel to Gorgug helping his friends (it's gorgug keep going) and them helping him do well in his classes with studying and everything.
5. Terrifyer, AJJ
Then it got personal, I saw my rage
I just wanted to rage, but all I got was tired
I tried to walk to the building, but the beauty it brittled me
I tried to talk to the waiter, but the beauty gentled me
I ran away from the security guard
Because security guards dishearten me
I said goodbye to my dignity
Said goodbye to my dignity
I know that the structure of an adventuring school is different than something in the real world, and if we were to apply the current utilitarian models of education towards a system that prioritizes people who freak out and fight stuff and not just people who can churn out content and do services, it would make sense that teachers in this system can freak out on students and that's like normal, but I'm gonna say the most lukewarm take ever and say it's fucked up that Porter kept bending the rules for Fig and didn't do fucking anything for Gorgug, just to say that it was to "make him embrace his rage"
Like if we're gonna prioritize class excellence, then Porter should have been more than happy to help Gorgug find a class in which he felt more comfortable, even if, at the end of the day, Porter thought Gorgug should ultimately drop Barbarian.
6. St. Anger, Metallica
And I want my anger to be healthy
And I want my anger just for me
And I need my anger not to control
And I want my anger to be me
And I need to set my anger free
And I need to set my anger free
And I need to set my anger free
Set it free
I have mixed feelings about the way Gorgug finally got his MCAT signed, because, like - yes, anger and rage aren't necessarily bad, and while Gorgug initially was repressing his anger in season 1, I really think that isn't the case anymore. And yet we have Porter pushing rage so hard in the "corrupting rage" season.
I truly believe that anger can be a beautiful and natural thing, that it keeps you safe in certain situations, that it shows you when you are being mistreated and lets you advocate for yourself. And I think that that is a lesson that a lot of the bad kids need to learn, specifically Kristin, Riz, and even Adaine (with the transition to using a sword and also the whole deal with Adaine's furious fists). But Gorgug already learned that lesson. Sometimes you don't have to be angry????
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#d20#d20 fhsy#spotify#fantasy mixtapes#gorgug fantasy high#gorgug thistlespring#d20 spoilers#fhjy spoilers#Spotify
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Something Happens And I’m Head Over Heels ~ e.m.
Summary: The freshman spring formal is approaching and they need one more volunteer to make it happen. Also, Eddie’s stupidly in love.
Warnings: fluffy, Eddie being embarrassed
Word Count: 1.1k
“Absolutely not,” Eddie was already answering Mike’s question before he could even finish asking. Gareth had warned him last period that the little sheep of the Hellfire club were looking for volunteers for the upcoming freshman spring formal. Something nobody could convince Eddie to do even with a gun to his head.
Eddie turns back on the power saw, cutting the wood where he marked it just moments ago with his pencil. Whoever decided to give a bunch of high schoolers power tools was a total fucking idiot but Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to wood shop all day.
The scraggly freshman backs away from the work table as pieces of plywood fly into the air around him. Eddie turns off the saw, rolling his eyes as he lifts it back into the safety position before reaching for an extra pair of safety goggles under the table and tossing them to Mike.
Even though they are no more than 2 feet apart, Mike still fumbles with the plastic goggles before hastily putting them on.
“What?! No, dude, listen, it’ll be fun!” Eddie grabs the measuring tape and his pencil, measuring out the exact size he needs for the mug shelf he was building (another good thing about wood class; free birthday and Christmas gifts for Wayne.)
“I don’t know about you, Wheeler, but being a chaperone for a bunch of horny freshmen is not on my list of fun things to do around here.” He positions the wood back under the power saw which cuts easily through the wood. Lifting the saw again, he takes the newly cut wood and adds it into the slowly building pile beside him.
“We just need one more volunteer!” Eddie looks over at Mike, now covered in pieces of plywood that stick to his black hair, Eddie’s sure his mane doesn’t look that much different. “Robin will be there! And Nancy! You like them!” At this point, the young boy was grasping at straws, and he must’ve known it too because Eddie could see his shoulders starting to deflate as he spoke softly down at the workshop table separating them.
“Look, if we don’t have enough volunteers, the dance will be canceled. El and Will are flying all the way from California to be here for it.”
Now contrary to what most of the other students of Hawkins thought, Eddie was not a soulless guy. Sure, he could come off as loud and obnoxious, but he was always there for the people he cared about. Especially his little sheep.
Eddie lets out a sigh as he leans his hands on the table, “Look, Wheeler, I feel for you I do, but I’m probably not even the type of guy they want watching after all you kids anyway.”
“But that’s the thing! They're looking for any Juniors or Seniors to help out right now! And it’s only like two hours after school for a week and then like 4 hours of your time on a Friday night and the time will count towards your volunteer hours for graduation and–” Mike’s pause during the middle of his rant got Eddie’s attention as he began counting up the pieces of wood he had in his pile.
1, 2, 3–
“And Y/n will be there.”
Eddie’s brain completely stopped as he took in Mike’s words. He knew the freshman was just playing dirty now, bringing up Eddie’s fellow classmate who he’s been crushing on since she moved to Hawkins last year.
Now Eddie could admit that maybe he was less than smooth when it came to staring at her from across the lunch room and maybe his cheeks flushed just a bit when the other Hellfire boys would tease him about her, but he liked to think he had at least some dignity left.
“Y/N who?” He pursed his lips as he looked everywhere but at Mike, trying and completely failing to come off as nonchalant.
The freshman threw up his hands, “Y/n who? Y/n WHO?! Oh I don’t know, maybe the same Y/n who you’ve been crushing over for months now but–” Mike cuts off his own words as Eddie leans across the table to grab hold of his Hellfire collar, “You want to take it down a notch, Wheeler? I don’t think they heard you in Ohio!” The students around the two boys pause to watch the scene unfold before them, but quickly lose interest when they see it’s only the freak and one of his minions.
Eddie pulls his hand away from Mike, slapping down the material of his shirt, “Don’t you need to get back to class anyway, I’m pretty sure that hall pass doesn’t last this long.” Eddie starts back to counting his pile of wood, using his finger to point as he adds them up in his head.
1, 2, 3, 4–
“Look man, all I’m saying is there’s only two months left before you graduate. I know you need the extra volunteer hours and it also means that this might be your last shot with her.” Mike leans his elbows on the table and lowers his voice as he continues, “What’s the worst that could happen, she’s not everything you dreamed of and then you never see her again after you graduate?”
Eddie quickly played a million scenarios in his head, some ending with his dream girl laughing in his face and calling him a ‘freak’ just like he has been his whole life, another of them slow dancing in the empty gymnasium, and lastly a not so PG scenario of them in the janitor’s closet. He had to physically shake his head to get that last one out of the way, wood shop was not the time nor place to be thinking like that.
Mike’s eyebrows were raised nearly to his hairline as he awaited Eddie’s answer with bated breath.
“Okay, fine.” Mike let out a yelp as he clapped his hands loudly, causing one of the students at the next table to jump and drop the hammer out of their hand. A dirty look flashed towards their direction as Mike replied with a soft ‘sorry’.
“Not so fast, Wheeler. I’ll volunteer at the spring formal,” Eddie leaned over the table, clapping Mike on the shoulder causing some sawdust to blow off his shirt and into the air, “if, and only if, you can get Nancy to pull some strings and make sure I’m paired up with Y/n.”
Mike’s smile quickly dropped “Eddie, Nancy’s pretty strict when it comes to these things and–”
“Great! Sounds like you’ll figure it out one way or another,” He rustles his hand through Mike’s hair before going back to counting his pile of wood, “Because I would just hate for the dance to be canceled and you too not see your little girlfriend and Will…”
1, 2, 3, 4, 5–
Eddie can hear Mike’s small mumble of fuck, before the freshman is shedding off the safety goggles and headed towards the door. Eddie smirks to himself before continuing.
6,7,8…
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A/N: Something I just wrote a few weeks ago, I love the idea of nervous Eddie with a big fat crush. I started a part two but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ let me know if you even like it first.
#I don't know#something I wrote a few weeks ago#Eddie munson#stranger things#Eddie munson one shot#Eddie munson fluff#Eddie munson blurb#Eddie munson smut#Eddie munson imagine#Eddie munson fanfic#Joseph quinn#my wriitng
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ᯤ 𓈒 vent pt. 1 🍬 ᰋ ݁ ੭
(symbol not mine)
soo there’s this person whose very existence has been bothering me for a long while
doubt anyone would find this (which is a good thing) but anyway for privacy reasons we’ll call her kaida, no offense to those who have that name of course
my childhood memory
kaida has been my classmate since kindergarten. i was sensitive and shy, and cried a lot so i doubt i had many friends which wasn’t much of an issue since i preferred being alone anyway, i didn’t quite stand up for myself at that time lmao. but for a 3 yo kid, kaida was a fucking cunt and a bully to those around of her (fun fact: i asked a younger student and apparently she stole candy from him?!?!?)
from what i remember, i avoided kaida as much as i could, though we were on the same school bus and she kept talking to her friend (forgot her name)
i don’t remember much about her since we didn’t interact much, but one of the most vivid memories were her telling me to sit with her and she gave me a piece of candy, but then we barely talked (this memory was so unforgettable to the point i remember what we talked about)
talk about lunchbox friends. /ref
the other memory of her was her calling me an idiot, which is pretty vulgar in our language especially for 5 yos. i don’t remember how i reacted, but i’m pretty sure i looked away and probably was close to crying. i’m pretty sure i took whatever she said to heart
current
before substitute
this section is the present, or mainly things kaida did not too long ago
after years of not interacting, kaida got assigned to my class and boy was it a fucking disaster. the first week, i kept hoping ‘she probably changed!’ or ‘maybe she’s more mature now?’ turns out, that never happened. growth happened, but that didn’t make her nicer or more mature - it made her worse.
for the whole year, i’ve been struggling with mental health and kaida being in my class made it worse since we were stuck with basically the same people for the school year. (sucks to be in my country i guess LMAO)
the first semester kicked off pretty well, i socialized with people and met new friends. i was praying i could avoid kaida since she was already stirring up trouble occasionally for the first few months. a lot of us kinda agreed that no one liked kaida at all
it genuinely wasn’t so bad until i got assigned to her group for activity class, basically we get parted into groups of 4-5 people and went to different activity rooms and such. as i recalled, we had a debate class for our activity and she made me cry a lot
i know it sounds super lame, but i’m just really touchy and she made me feel so bad, like i was trying to ask the teacher to turn off the air con and she straight up made me feel like what i asked was unreasonable??
anyway, she kept doing all these yoga ass positions and it was pretty distracting and irritating tbh, i hated snitching but had to after a bit. kind of regretted sitting behind her and my group members and i had to find all these weird ways to avoid kaida in the next bunch of activity lessons.
substitute arrival
oh boy, here comes the substitute - where everything terrible happens. again for privacy reasons i’ll be calling her ms c and she was also a little asshole
kaida felt bitchy and kept dissing the teacher and told on us constantly, so each day ms c shouted at us during class, victimizing herself. genuinely none of us liked it, and kaida clearly hated her scolding sessions too. and yet she kept on telling and telling and doing the shittiest things too herself
it didn’t make much sense either but i’m just really sick of her, i’m so glad she’s not in my class anymore
#vent#vent post#emotional#thoughts#Shower thoughts#long#shit talking#thinking#inner thoughts#bad person#recommended#tumblr fyp#fyp#fypシ#fypツ#foryou#fypage#foryoupage#explorepage#Help#please help#pls help#send help#why#what do i do#cry for help
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so the thing is
the thing is i think about my sorry 20 year old ass taking dozens of mgs of stolen barbiturates in my one bedroom apartment luxuriously paid for by an excess of student loans playing spyro the dragon on my 11 year old playstation 2 slim living the young artist's dream just me and a cat and and memory loss skipping class to make mediocre art too high to self harm in the old fashioned "burn or cut myself" way so i didn't think the other stuff i was doing was all that bad and trying really hard to be a mediocre waitress at a mediocre faux-high-brow restaurant and finally after a month being honest with my therapist and her recommending, not telling, me to self admit to Forest View Psychiatric Hospital and i actually did because i didn't know what else to do and i got in there and they took my shoelaces and i cried for about 36 hours straight because what the fuck did i just do, until they finally gave up on the trazadone that just straight up was not working and gave me seroquel and i finally slept for a while and then just sat in the bedroom i shared with an 18 year old anorexic (who would soon ask to get transferred to the minor ward and they'd let her for reasons i'm still not clear on other than the assumption of empathy on the part of her assigned psychiatrist which is frankly hard for me to believe) because they didn't actually care if you went to the group therapies as long as you were somewhere visible for their regular 15 minute check ins but after the 3rd day of now-intermittent crying and 6 new medications and mediocre forced sleep i asked if i could take a nap in one of the quiet rooms and they let me and it was one of the best naps i ever had in my life and when i woke up i was in a great mood and my whole perspective had somehow shifted and suddenly this was a good thing i was okay with being here (i still have no idea how this happened) and i went to group therapy and i tolerated the others in therapy telling me the solution to my immense self hate was to trust that god loves me and i went to the art room and drew in coloring books with the others and chatted and a 19 year old taught me about the chemical compounds in mucinex that get you high and i got a new roommate who was also my age also bisexual and she was an opera singer and she knew danish and we chatted up a stereotypically intimidating-looking biker man who had a voice as beautiful as my roommate's and he told us as he was waiting for the single-shower room about the benefits of MDMA for trauma and how the best thing you can do when you're rolling is "the airplane" and a 48 year old pill popper mother of 4 taught me how to jam a plastic spoon into the shower button in your room so you don't have to keep pressing the button for water and a guy named zander told me a bunch of pun jokes and we started sitting together at lunch and one day it was chicken wings, like actually decent chicken wings, so he ate a bunch and then left the bones piled on his plate as he left to get another round and the woman sitting across from us leaned over, eyes honed on my face, and very gently asked if it would be okay if we could cover up the bones on our plates because it reminded her of her captivity by two men and subsequent torture, specifically when they shoved a broken handle through her foot and
and
and my reaction was, of course, to say yes yes, of course, it's no trouble at all, zander won't mind either, and he came back as we were talking, and i simply told him let's cover up our bones as i unfolded a napkin and draped it over his plate, and he nodded in immediate understanding, and i switched conversation topics to something light like oh where are you from what did you do before this what drugs did you take and it was an otherwise fine lunch as we all commiserated over our substance abuses and
and
and ever since then, even during subsequent life-changing mental breakdowns, it's never been as bad as that first one, because i think of her (i can't remember her name i wish i did she deserves me to remember her name) and i am grateful that i can look at a pile of chicken bones and be okay
as far as psych ward experiences go mine was pretty much as positive as one could get and i'm so lucky and i'm so grateful but
it wasn't until way after my experience that i learned that other psych wards gave their patients fun grippy socks.
i never got grippy socks. and even worse than that.
i never got my fucking shoelaces back.
#kenposting#this is hyper-personal stream of consciousness garbage i apologize in advance if u try to read this. there are like. four periods at most#cw for mentions of torture/self harm/drug use
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What's up with uni????? What did those fucķers do????? Dont let them get you down boo you're worth far more
girlllll
okay now that the story's over i can talk about what happed. the stress i was under oh my god... i thought it was all over....
so basically the way it works in my uni is that you have 2 tries to pass an exam. if you don't pass the first time, you retake in august. passing grade is 4/6 and you need a 4 in every subject to pass the year. and if you take the exam twice and still get less than 4, you're kicked out.
so i was in my final year of mathematics and i had 2 exams to retake in august. probability and functional analysis. both of which were super hard, i studied my ass off lemme tell you.
and it was very stressful because again, if you don't pass on the 2nd try you get kicked out. and in my case that meant 4 years down the drain.
so i passed probability. and the functional analysis grade took a very long time for some reason. side note: we don't get notified when we get our grades. you have to go on the student portal and refresh the page everyday basically. they update the portal like twice a week i think and every time it's updated there's a countdown. so sometimes you go on the portal and it says "your results will be available at 16:34" for example. so you have to wait. and when it's updated it doesn't mean that there are new results. it's just an update and maybe you haven't received anything.
so after the functional analysis exam i like refresh the student portal every day. and every time it's nothing. a week goes by, two weeks go by. im like wtf where's my grade. we were only 4 people to retake it so what was taking them that long ?????
friday comes around and im like okay, they're gonna publish the results today, right ??? because monday it's the start of the school year. so we're gonna get results before the new year starts, right...? right.. ??????
so i refresh the portal and there's nothing and at like 8pm there's a message like "your results will be available at 20:45". so im like shit here we go. my heart starts pounding, im like this is it. it's the only exam i have left to complete my bachelors. 20:45 comes, i refresh the page and still! no results!
so im like fuck looks like im gonna receive my grade the day school starts basically. and idk what to do. because like... do i start my master's? do i not? what's going on? where do i go?
so i go to like the first class of my master's program, i go on my phone every five minutes to see if the portal has been updated. and still nothing!
at 4pm i finally see that there's a countdown. so like my whole body's shaking. im like this is it.
i open and....... 3.5 !!!!!!!!!!!!
and im like fuck. what do i do.
it was my 2nd try and i failed. that's it. four years of my life down the drain. so that means that im gonna have to restart a bachelor's degree again. or just abandon higher education all together. for one fucking subject. and half a point.
so im like devastated.
i go to the student counselor and cry like my life is over. and he tries to console me and tells me that when i get the elimination letter, i can try to ask them to take me back. because come on, like this is ridiculous. i have 174 credits out of 180. and a 3.5 is almost a pass. so the counselor told me that i should write a letter to the dean and like maybe even get a doctor's note from my therapist or something. literally anything that could help my case.
and then! he mentioned that i can consult the exam! because who knows, maybe the TA missed something during the correction. and for half a point there's a possibility, right?
so i go see the TA. and uhhh.... yeah. that was the case. he couldn't read my handwriting and missed a bunch of points. so in the end, yeah, he corrected his correction and i got a 4.
all this stress!!!!!!!!! like guys. im ajkdsahioe likeeee brooo .,,,,,,,..,,...
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How did you become a Ranger?
i covered my personal 'this is why you stay in school kids' origin story in a previous ask, so ill focus on the actual Ranger school and internships for this post.
there are a few different ways to become a ranger.
you are scouted by another ranger and they vouch for you to be accepted into either a ranger base or the school.
its a matter of 'this person has a deep love for pokemon conservation and is skilled enough to basically be a ranger from the get go'. this is super uncommon now but it used to be basically the only way for rangers to be recruited back in ye ol' days, before stylers were used.
most rangers wont even consider this anymore; a lot is riding on your rep if your scouted person turns out to be 'not great'. they just give you a reference now.
you apply and are accepted into the Almia ranger school.
This the route that i took - and by far the most common one. you have to do a whole application process, similar to applying to post-secondary (with the stupid fees and everything). you are then separated into either an acceptance list or a waitlist. this is based on grades as well as a series of written questions and a shit ton of references.
I'm half convinced that i was considered eligible bc i had the Blackthorn gym and tin tower staff backing me (thanks guys!). that being said i did only get onto the waitlist - thank fuck some other kid decided that being a ranger was too much work.
once you actually get accepted you are able to choose what you actually want to major in at the school. this surprises a lot of people - the Almia ranger school doesn't just train rangers! it has a bunch of courses catering to rehabilitators, mechanics, researchers, field ops, area rangers, and operators, among others.
I chose to go with the area ranger courses - i wanted to return home to Johto at some point and the vast majority of jobs outside of Almia, Fiore and Oblivia are area rangers. field ops is stressful and mostly dealing with awful humans 24/7.
there are, of course, a lot of overlapping fields of study that we were all mandated to take. every student that graduated from the school knows how to use a styler in some way. even operators and researchers (although i doubt many of them remember a lot, the ones i knew skipped class to finish papers)
the entire thing lasts for around 3-4 years. it used to be way shorter - i think i heard people graduated within the same year - but with the spike in pokemon-related crises, rangers have to be better trained out of the gate.
there is also a whole thing with internships and field work; you can apply to spend time working alongside real rangers over the weekend while at the school. i think most of them are paid. ill be honest, most people that do internships get snatched up by the bases they worked for so if you are a student see if you can apply to a base that you are okay with working for.
uhhhh what else... oh! Once you graduate you can either send out resumes (in advance) to try and influence what ranger base you go to, or you get assigned a base by the school. In my case i was assigned to Unova - its nice there and most of my colleagues are p cool. but i do want to go home to Johto at some point.
#and thats a wrap!#there are a lot of other things in the actual school itself#but thats the overarching experience/process#irl pokemon#rl pokemon#pokeblogging#pokemon ranger#asks#honoria lore
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L.O.V: RELOADED!
L.O.V: RELOADED!
by AlyTheLostSoul
(PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS IN THE TAGS, THEY WILL BE IMPORTANT LATER
There will be warnings in the chapter notes as well but use this as a guide
This will be updated Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays)
The final version/rewrite of my League of Villains chat fic that follows after Kamino Ward following the chaos that comes about when the group winds up with a bunch of heroes/people trying to redeem them on the team
Seriously, what could possibly go wrong?
It's not like they're going to get attached to the new number 2 hero and try to figure out what the government agency that raised him had been doing to him for the past say 15 years or so
Oh wait, fuck
-Plot is slow going, do not expect us to get to the main point quickly. Hawks' arc starts in like chapter 5 and goes though like the whole fic, he doesn't become a main piece of the plot for awhile even though he is the catalyst of it
So just keep it in mind that while that description does explain the main plot, we won't get there for a little while as we have to get through a few mini arcs and buildup
-This isn't a full chat fic, a lot of chapters go out of chat form. Such as 4, 5, 10)
Words: 1123, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Kurogiri, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Ashido Mina, Midoriya Izuku, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Relationships: Ashido Mina/Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: I'm back fuckers!, okay okay that was aggressive, But I've been holding this rewrite in my drafts for like a month so, League of Villains as Family, Found Family is the best fanfiction trope and I will die on that hill, Parental Kurogiri, Parental Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Magne is also parental but there's not a tag for that, Trying not to spoil the fic in the tags, Ashido Mina is a neutral party, Midoriya is here for redemption only, Hawks does not know what the fuck he is, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Well more than that, has a whole bunch of bird traits THAT I DID RESEARCH FOR, I have a whole bunch of knowledge on hawk hunting patterns and idk how I feel about that, The ships don't matter, Can be read without acknowledging them, Spinner and Hawks are shipped mostly because of mutant reasons, Like you don't have completely random reasons for why you ship things, I thought it worked don't @ me, Miruko is going to beat the shit out of Hawks if he doesn't explain shit to her, Good thing he has security, A random plot point is that Miruko and Best Jeanist are roommates, They're also designers/tailors, It doesn't come up too much so I wanted to put it here, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Is Alive, warnings, PAY ATTENTION TO THE NEXT FEW TAGS, THIS IS RATED FOR THESE, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Anorexia, Implied/Referenced Abuse, I took an abnormal psych class last semester, and passed, read all chapter notes carefully if something is written there, You'll understand the mature warning eventually, Please read with caution, I am so sorry, chat fic, mostly, Mostly Gen
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43449871
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Hawks#♡#Togamina·#Keigo Takami#Iguchi Shuuichi#Kurogiri#Tomura Shigaraki#⚣#R:M#W:S#A:Aly#Mental Illness#Abuse
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L.O.V: RELOADED!
L.O.V: RELOADED!
by AlyTheLostSoul
(PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS IN THE TAGS, THEY WILL BE IMPORTANT LATER
There will be warnings in the chapter notes as well but use this as a guide
This will be updated Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays)
The final version/rewrite of my League of Villains chat fic that follows after Kamino Ward following the chaos that comes about when the group winds up with a bunch of heroes/people trying to redeem them on the team
Seriously, what could possibly go wrong?
It's not like they're going to get attached to the new number 2 hero and try to figure out what the government agency that raised him had been doing to him for the past say 15 years or so
Oh wait, fuck
-Plot is slow going, do not expect us to get to the main point quickly. Hawks' arc starts in like chapter 5 and goes though like the whole fic, he doesn't become a main piece of the plot for awhile even though he is the catalyst of it
So just keep it in mind that while that description does explain the main plot, we won't get there for a little while as we have to get through a few mini arcs and buildup
-This isn't a full chat fic, a lot of chapters go out of chat form. Such as 4, 5, 10)
Words: 1123, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Kurogiri, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Ashido Mina, Midoriya Izuku, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Relationships: Ashido Mina/Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: I'm back fuckers!, okay okay that was aggressive, But I've been holding this rewrite in my drafts for like a month so, League of Villains as Family, Found Family is the best fanfiction trope and I will die on that hill, Parental Kurogiri, Parental Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Magne is also parental but there's not a tag for that, Trying not to spoil the fic in the tags, Ashido Mina is a neutral party, Midoriya is here for redemption only, Hawks does not know what the fuck he is, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Well more than that, has a whole bunch of bird traits THAT I DID RESEARCH FOR, I have a whole bunch of knowledge on hawk hunting patterns and idk how I feel about that, The ships don't matter, Can be read without acknowledging them, Spinner and Hawks are shipped mostly because of mutant reasons, Like you don't have completely random reasons for why you ship things, I thought it worked don't @ me, Miruko is going to beat the shit out of Hawks if he doesn't explain shit to her, Good thing he has security, A random plot point is that Miruko and Best Jeanist are roommates, They're also designers/tailors, It doesn't come up too much so I wanted to put it here, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Is Alive, warnings, PAY ATTENTION TO THE NEXT FEW TAGS, THIS IS RATED FOR THESE, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Anorexia, Implied/Referenced Abuse, I took an abnormal psych class last semester, and passed, read all chapter notes carefully if something is written there, You'll understand the mature warning eventually, Please read with caution, I am so sorry, chat fic, mostly, Mostly Gen
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43449871
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Togamina#♥#Togamina#Kurogiri#👽#💉#⚢#R:M#W:S#A:Aly#Chat Fic#Mental Illness#Abuse
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Obliviate (Chapter 4: A Lesson on Subtlety)
The Slytherin common room was teeming with terrified first-years and excited second-years. Everyone else was entirely apprehensive, and the elders of the house sat in tense silence, hushed mutterings filling the air.
Draco, Blaise, and Theo sat away from it all, sitting across the way on an emerald cushioned chaise. No one said anything. Even Theo, whose default was to break tension, sat hunched over beside Draco. Pansy Parkinson and the Greengrass sisters looked just the same.
All the sixth and seventh-years in the common room were staring at the same thing: the mammoth glass wall.
No one else knew, but if anything happened to—
A fish patronus emerged from the west wall, swimming through the room. Students began to groan as Slughorn’s voice echoed in waves throughout the living area (and likely through the entire castle), “All students are to return to their currently scheduled classes immediately. Again, all students are to—”
“Silencio!”
Slughorn’s squeakish drawl cut off.
“What an awful noise, for god’s sake,” Goyle muttered, tossing his arm behind the back of the couch he slumped into.
And that was all that was said.
Draco didn’t move an inch, but he silently took note of the younger Slytherins picking up their books and bags and reluctantly leaving, the fourth and fifth years trailing behind. The remaining sixth and seventh years lingered in the common room for the next few minutes and then dispersed, a few of the stragglers heading into their dormitories. Parkinson and the Greengrasses were some of the last to leave, finding it seemingly difficult to draw their eyes off the Black Lake.
Since Voldemort officially reintroduced himself to the wizarding world, Slytherin house never fell together. The divide cracked into their very souls, and each meal, assembly, leisure time, and group mark was met with stilted silence.
Half an hour after Slughorn’s message, only Draco, Blaise, and Theo remained. Blaise was seated at the end of the lounge, perched on the back of the seat as his thigh brushed the edge of Theo’s jaw. Theo was slouched back, exhausted, and Draco was leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. All three boys were still in their damp, rumpled clothing—crusted in mud, gillyweed, and whatever else found home in the Black Lake. All three boys gazed at the one-way window (before it was charmed that way, the mermen were easily aggravated by ignorant first-years). The murky green light filtered through the empty room, and Draco knew it would always be his favorite view.
Theo spoke up, gruffly asking, “Do you think he’s okay?”
Draco let out a contemplative hum as Blaise lightly knocked his knee against Theo’s face. “Now, come on, Nott,” he said teasingly. “You can’t possibly think that sad bunch of high-strung Gryffindors could do any real damage, could you?”
Theo ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know,” he sighed. “You saw the blood just as well as I did.”
Indeed.
“You know, what the fuck were those prissy Gryffs even doing, screwing around and shit?” Theo inquired in a high tone, irritated and worried.
“Bullshit as usual, I’m guessing. He wouldn’t take the Weasel for kicks. They provoked him,” Blaise remarked. “Besides, I want to know what the little swot was going on about,” he said, crinkling his brows.
“What d’you mean?” Theo asked, glancing over at Draco who was motionless and expressionless.
“Weaselby was snatched up and all she could think about were the mermen. Isn’t she supposed to be the brightest of our age? Why was she standing there accepting her death to the wave instead of fucking running, maybe?” Blaise whipped his head to the side and pointed an accusing finger at his steel-eyed friend. “And you, Malfoy, need a lesson on subtlety.”
Theo groaned in both exasperation and agreement. “Touching up on her, grabbing her out of harm’s way like the dazzling hero you are, Oh Draco—”
“Slimy fucker—”
Draco’s voice cut off sharply as his eyes shot up. Theo and Blaise followed his line of sight as a flurry of bubbles erupted on the other side of the great window, steadily moving down from the peak.
All the boys could see from the murky depths was a shadowed figure kicking rapidly as they tried to stay afloat. Not drowning, but—looking around? It was quite a big head that was twisting back and forth… No. Not a head.
Hair. Curly, wild, ridiculous fucking hair.
Staring right at him.
Draco immediately stood up, reaching the glass in six strides.
Hermione Granger was looking right at him—but she could not see him.
Draco watched her ardently, following the crinkle between her brows as she analyzed the glass in front of her, the refracted curve of her mouth through the Bubble-Head charm, the trace of her fingertips as pressed her against the window.
Two inches away from him.
It took all of his willpower to not bring his hand up to match hers. They would fit quite nicely together.
He watched the curious girl shake her head, just slightly, before turning away from the glass. The voice in his head screamed for her to look back.
She pulled her wand out and cast a deep blue flare into the depths below, and the four of them waited in silence.
Half a minute passed, and no one had moved a muscle.
What was she doing what was she doing whatwasshedoingwhat—
The tentacle exploded into sight and shot higher and higher and each sucker was the length of Hermione’s leg and Blaise’s muffliato was just a second short of failing to mask Draco’s cry as he slammed his fist against the crooked glass—
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rainreignrayn on ao3
#dramione#harry potter#giant squid#hermione granger#draco malfoy#draco x hermione#theo nott#blaise zabini#dramione fandom have you read this#dramione fanfic#dramione fanfiction#dhr#rainreignrayn#obliviate#raynwrites
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debunking pro-snape/anti-james arguments and putting it on the internet because clearly i hate myself. buckle up. this is gonna be a VERY long post. im ready for the amount of hate i will get; im willing to take one for the team.
1. james forced lily into dating/marrying/etc him
this literally never happened? because its almost as if lily is her own person who is able to stand up for herself-
“I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” said Lily.
“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Lily shouted. She had her own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.
She turned on her heel and hurried away [from james].
-and so she would not allow someone to walk all over her. its almost as if james (canonically) matured as a person, and she appreciated this, realised he was a good person and got feelings for him? because james’ only negative traits were that he was conceited and a show off. people are able to mature and grow from these things! james did this! he did not ‘force’ lily to go out with him!
2. james and the other marauders bullied snape
you know what, i cant even disagree with this one. you’re right - they did bully him. but lets look a little bit at the context.
sirius and james were both upper class, naive white rich boys. they are idiots. they were both stupid smart teenagers!! they were popular! and while this does not excuse the gross bullying snape was subject to-
Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape’s mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him
Several people watching laughed; Snape was clearly unpopular ... Snape was trying to get up, but the jinx was still operating on him; he was struggling, as though bound by invisible ropes.
-it (unfortunately) makes sense with context. james and sirius also stopped bullying people, and even expressed discomfort/regret with the way they acted-
“I’m not proud of it,” said Sirius quickly.
“Of course he was a bit of an idiot!” said Sirius bracingly, “we were all idiots!
[sirius talking to remus] you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes
A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. He grew out of it.
-when they were younger! i’d also like to point out these little lines i noticed when i was finding quotes for my argument which snape stans like to ignore:
James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other
I mean, he [snape] never lost an opportunity to curse James
there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James’s face, spattering his robes with blood
wow, look at that. the hate they felt for each other was mutual! snape also jinxed james! but oh wait - james was the one who matured! snape was the one who bullied his son twenty years later because he looked like james!
3. snape didnt abuse the kids at hogwarts
here’s a real argument i saw when looking through some pro-snape posts: ‘snape wasn’t an abuser, because abusers don’t let their victims retaliate, but snape did let the kids talk back to him’
what. the. fuck?!
this is the dictionary.com definition of abuse: ‘to treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way’ or ‘to speak insultingly, harshly, and unjustly to or about’. i’m pretty sure snape did both of these things-
“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!”
“So,” said Snape, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly Harry’s hand was starting to feel numb.
Snape threw Harry from him with all his might.
[hermione’s teeth] "I see no difference."
‘Idiot boy!’ snarled Snape [at neville]
-on multiple occasions. i’d also like to remind you guys that neville’s worst fear is SNAPE?! his TEACHER, a figure that is supposed to be there for emotional and educational support is his worst fear in this entire world?! above the woman who drove his parents to insanity? over failure, over his abusive grandmother, over everything? his teacher? and for the pro-snaper that used this quote-
Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically.
-to claim that it was a joke, it isn’t a joke. because when snape came out of that cupboard, he was terrified. yes, it’s an embarrassing thing to have as your boggart, but the point is is that it is. he is terrified of that man.
4. james only joined the order because his wife was a muggleborn and he ‘had to’
this is just factually incorrect. james had been sticking up for muggleborn rights since he was in school, far before he started dating or even became friends with lily:
“Apologize to Evans!” James roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him.
“I’d NEVER call you a - you-know-what!”
so this is literally not true!! plus, at least he did join the order, whatever his reasons where (which were canonically good). snape didnt join the order. snape was friends with someone who suffered discrimination in society, and instead of using his privilege to help her and support her, he joined a group that was set on murdering people like her. when james had a friend who underwent oppression (remus/lycanthropy) you know what he did? he illegally became an animagus.
5. snape had to be a death eater to survive at hogwarts as he roomed with blood supremacists
this is the shittiest excuse i have ever seen in my entire life. as a poc, this comment really reminds me of the argument ‘i was raised in a racist white household! i cant control my beliefs!’
you can always control your beliefs. i understand not going on big rants about blood inequality in front of a bunch of supremacists, and i understand wanting to blend and fit in (especially because he was unpopular and needed the support the slytherin boys provided), but i will never understand then becoming an active member of the group yourself. he got the dark mark. he helped voldemort. he was a death eater, and a proud one at that! no-one forced him to join. this argument literally makes my blood boil.
6. snape had a lot of trauma from being raised in an abusive household
okay? so did sirius. so did neville. luna was bullied at school, just like snape. harry lived in an abusive household. did any of those people bully children? did any of those people join a blood supremacist group? and dont get me wrong, im not calling any of these people perfect - they all had a lot of flaws - but none of them hurt another people to the extreme that snape did.
7. snape saved the trio’s lives many times
this is the absolute bare minimum. ‘oh wow, he didnt let harry die!! what a king! he should be respected and praised! we should excuse all of his other actions because he didnt let people die <3′
8. snape is not a perfect person, he also did good that many people overlook
you’re right, snape did do some good things in his life. but unfortunately, for me and many others, doing a couple of good things doesnt excuse all of the shitty, abusive things he did too. we’re not ignoring them - we just dont think they’re good enough reasons to forgive him.
‘but james and sirius hurt others! you ignore all the bad things they did in favour of the good!’ you do the same thing with snape, first of all. second, they did a lot of good stuff. james’ and sirius’ only crimes were being annoying. for being a bit of a dick, conceited, knew they were hot and were a bit entitled. while these things are annoying as fuck, they were also stupid teens that eventually grew out of their behaviour and became better people. not perfect! better. while snape just stayed bitter at the marauders, long after their deaths, and even took his anger out on an innocent child.
9. people only hate snape because he was poc and queer coded
as a poc and queer person, please stop. this is a very bad excuse. being poc and queer (which im pretty sure he isnt, but anyway) doesnt excuse you from your actions. plus, a huge amount of harry potter readers are poc and lgbtq. why would they hate snape for those reasons?!
so thats all i got for today. im not gonna go into a deep snily/jily thing because i literally cannot be bothered. anyway im done. i need to go revise, i’ve already spent long enough on this.
#i wanted to put this in the pro snape tag#but i will be slandered so much if i do#hate on me if you want i dont care#harry potter#the marauders#james potter#pro james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#anti severus snape#long rant#lily evans#jily#flowerpott#anti snily#wolfstar
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PART 4. HOW THE RICH SUCK THEIR OWN DICKS
SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.
PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader
WORD COUNT. 2.9k
GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut
WARNINGS. enji makes an appearance bleh, enji being classist, enji...ew, okay i swear most of the chapter is shouto and y/n being cute though
A/N. ngl i have genshin brainrot real bad at the moment but i still have motivation for ceo!shouto and ceo!shouto only u.u there are only 7 parts to this series so we’re at the halfway mark already AHHH i hope u enjoy reading and lmk what u think!! :3 xx sof
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Shouto’s day went from good to bad faster than it took to pull an espresso.
It started off with a good morning text from you and having a brief, but pleasant, interaction at your work. Actually, the past few weeks have been going along a similar routine that he found himself settling into all too comfortably. You even upheld your promise of stealing him away one weekend to walk around the park, get food, and just have time to relax and be happy for once.
Getting to be in your presence almost daily became so normalized in his life that even some of his employees heard about the cute barista with the best pastries. Yet, although he saw you often, he found himself wanting to talk to you more and more.
But for now, Shouto told himself to settle with starting the mornings off with you. They were the best mornings he’s had in a while and he didn’t want to sound ungrateful.
Today, however, went sour fast after he heard his father was coming up to the top floor for a meeting with him. He didn’t find the idea of Enji visiting to be the most abhorrent thing, but the moment his father opened his mouth, Shouto quickly took that back.
As expected, his father reminded him about the annual charity gala Todoroki Enterprises was expected to attend. Handfuls of galas ran through the year, but the once hosted by Naruhata Industries under the guise of raising money and awareness for the charities of choice.
In theory, a charity gala ball sounded humanitarian and a way for the upper class to give back, but in reality, most of the funds collected didn’t go to the actual charities, instead they went to paying for the venue, live bands, entertainment, the most expensive catering, decorations, and more. What presented itself as a charitable event in the eyes of the public was really a way rich people could flaunt their wealth and feel good about themselves for doing absolutely nothing to benefit society. A way for the rich to suck their own dicks, if you would.
Shouto absolutely hated it.
It was also a press opportunity and, in his father’s eyes, a way to gain public favor for the Todoroki business. Today, Enji attempted to tell him that bringing a date that fit the mold of high society was the best way for him to establish rapport through media coverage. Apparently, the image news outlets have placed on Shouto were either a heartbreaker and playboy with no care for other’s emotions, or a monotonous stoic who seemed like a robot with no care for other’s emotions.
In either cases, there seemed to be a theme of Shouto not caring for others.
He sighed.
“You can’t keep that image, Shouto,” said Enji with his arms folded across his chest. “If the media sees you with someone—a nice girl with a good upbringing—then your likeability will increase tenfold. If there’s no one you like, I’ll have to set up a date for you.”
For a while, he was torn between telling his dad to fuck off and trying to do as he said to keep peace within the family. But then, an image of you popped into his head.
“Actually, there is someone I like.”
Enji narrowed his eyes. “Oh? An educated girl with wealthy parents?”
“There’s someone I like,” he simply repeated, the tone in his voice growing cold.
He didn’t know anything about your upbringing or family nor did he exactly care. Shouto didn’t want to bring a date to the dumb gala, but if he had to, he would want it to be you. Only if you agreed, of course. But if you weren’t willing, then he had to face the facts that his father would most likely force a date of his own choosing upon Shouto.
“That’s good you like someone, son,” Enji said through his teeth, “but we have to make sure it’s not some sort of...loose woman. That’d be even worse publicity—”
“I like someone and if you really cared about my happiness like you said you did, that’d be enough.”
There was a tense silence in the air. Shouto didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times Enji had told him and his siblings that he would try to be a better dad. A caring dad who only wanted what was best for his children. A better husband for Rei. A better example for the public. The first few times, Shouto believed it. But Enji said the same things over and over again with no lasting change and Shouto was just fed up.
After hearing the same lie told to him over and over again, it seemed to lose its weight. He seemed to lose his hope in his father ever changing.
Still, Shouto had to deal with him for as long as he lived. That much he knew as a son living in this society.
But he hoped Enji at least had enough guilt to let him have this.
“Fine.”
Shouto blinked in surprise.
Enji stated, “If you think your date can help your public image and not be a complete embarrassment to the business, you can bring them.”
That was the closest thing to approval Shouto would get today. He nodded and listened along to whatever else his father had to say, the only thing actually on his mind was thinking about how he would ask you out on a date to some stuffy gala. And hope that you’d say yes.
— ✩ —
“Wait, so, let me get this straight— You’re the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises and even after almost two months of knowing you, I had no clue?”
He inclined his head, looking solemn. “Yes, I’m sorry. Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?”
Initial shock aside, you couldn’t say that you were too surprised at the revelation. You knew Shouto was wealthy and probably in some high-up position in the business industry, but you never knew to what extent. A CEO? That had to be the highest rank in a company! And a company as well known as Todoroki Enterprises?
The thought made you a little nervous. The guy you slowly befriended over the course of short cafe visits and silly texts was Mr. Todoroki? Or worse— The guy you stole away from doing work for a whole weekend was someone as busy as a CEO? You internally groaned. That had to be against laws of the universe or something.
“I’m not upset, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just...can’t believe it I guess.” Eyes widening, you were quick to amend your words. “Well, I can believe it. You seem very intelligent and well-put together and, uh, rich! But I guess I just didn’t think a CEO would be so funny and kind.” You winced. “Oh no, is that mean to say?”
“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “You’re right to say most people in this field aren’t known for their delightful temperaments.”
You absentmindedly drummed your finger against your thigh, trying to process this new information. “So you’re Todoroki Shouto...and you want me to be your date to the Naruhata Charity Ball?”
“Yeah. I know it’s a huge favor to ask, and I promise you can say no if you choose,” said Shouto in earnest. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree.”
With a hum, you stretched your legs out under the table before crossing one over the other again. It was a Saturday afternoon where you had no work and Shouto managed to escape from his for a few hours of the day. You took him to your favorite ice cream place nearby and the two of you ate at a dining area outside the establishment.
Just a mundane day as two friends hanging out with each other where you found out one of those friends was the chief executive officer of a billion dollar business headquartered in Japan.
Totally normal, everyday occurrences, obviously.
“And you need a date for this event?” you asked. In all honesty, you would be more than happy if Shouto asked you out on a date. He was fun and you enjoyed getting to know him. But these particular circumstances made you a tad bit more nervous.
“I normally wouldn’t need to bring one, but my father insists it’d help my public image and in turn the image of the company.” With a pinched look on his face, he took a bite of his ice cream. “In other words I bring a date or he picks one for me.”
You weren’t the most caught up on super rich people drama, but it was almost infamous how estranged the Todoroki family was. Again, you didn’t know much but you did know enough to say that Todoroki Enji seemed like a Class A asshole. If you could help Shouto out with his weird dilemma, you saw no reason not to.
“So this charita gala is like where they have those live auctions and silent auctions and get tipsy on fancy wine and champagne for hours right?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah. Have you attended one?”
“Not quite,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve volunteered at one in school though. As one of those runners? It was fun. I got a bunch of those tiny complimentary candies!” Your mouth watered at the memory. “What kind of drug were in those candies? I’ve never had candy so good before!”
“The tiny, circular candies with the excessively big wrapper? The fruity ones?”
You shot up in your seat, excited he knew what you were talking about. “Yes! That’s the one!”
The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “I always see those at these types of events.”
“So… The candy will be there at the gala you want me to accompany you to?”
“Most likely.”
“Can I take a bunch of those from candies there…?” you asked with an optimistic grin.
“I’ll be your accomplice in sneaking them out.”
“It’s a date!” you said before Shouto could get another word out.
You’d be reunited with those yummy, fancy candies you’ve been separated from for far too long. What other reason did you need to agree?
With a determined look on your face, you held your hand out for Shouto to shake to seal the deal.
He blinked. “Wait. Did you want to discuss it some more? Maybe have a few days to think it through? I’m grateful, of course, but I don’t want you regretting anything.”
“No. I won’t regret it. I’d do anything to taste those candies again.”
Shouto looked unsure what to say. “Isn’t there some parable warning people not to be bribed by candy?”
“Not to take candy from a baby?”
“No. Not that one.”
“That’s the only one I know.”
“Never mind then.”
The two of you exchanged confused looks before letting out fits of laughter. You weren’t sure if either of you knew exactly what the other was laughing at, but the moment was an enjoyable one nonetheless.
“Yet another reason to bring me to that fancy event— I’ll make sure you’re entertained all the way through,” you playfully bragged, smoothing down the front of your shirt.
“The event will definitely be more bearable with you there.” He licked a small bit of his ice cream from his pink spoon, making a sound of approval. “But you can change your mind about coming at any time, Y/N.”
“I won’t,” you said, holding a pinky out. “Pinky promise.”
With what seemed like a bashful expression on his face, Shouto extended his own pinky to interlock yours. You sealed it with a kiss and a heart, like you were a kid again.
“Now, am I supposed to be in love with you at the gala?” you asked nonchalantly, finishing off your last bite of ice cream. He offered you a spoonful of his and you tried not to grow too flustered at Shouto feeding you his dessert. You murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”
He gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. As for being in love… I don’t think that’s necessary. Just pretend you like being around me, I think.”
Under the table, you nudged his shoe with yours, pulling a face. “I don’t have to pretend about that, silly.”
“Ah, well,” he paused, offering you another spoonful of ice cream, “I don’t either.”
“I’m glad.” Then, “Is this strawberry? I was never a big strawberry ice cream fan but for some reason this tastes so good.”
You ignored the nagging voice in your head that said maybe it wasn’t so much the ice cream flavor but who you were enjoying it with.
The two of you finished his dessert in peace and after cleaning up the area with a napkin, Shouto turned to you with an intent look on his face.
“Before the gala, would you mind if I talk you shopping so you could pick out what to wear?” he asked. “I would pay of course— It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”
You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me! You’re my friend and I want to help.” You thought about it for a moment. “And get the candy.”
“Anything for the candy.”
“Exactly,” you said in complete seriousness. “But I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you. You could help me decide what to wear! I’m not exactly sure how to dress for an event as fancy as this.”
“You could wear anything to the event and still look amazing.” His words were ones of flattery but his tone sounded completely genuine.
Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “Look who’s talking— You’re practically runway ready no matter what time of day.”
“I’ve never walked a runway before.”
You stifled a laugh at his literal interpretation of your words. Cute. “Me neither.”
He looked confused at why you were grinning, but it still brought a smile to his own lips.
By now the sun had begun to set and Shouto was walking you to the train to see you off before you went home.
“Can I pick you up next weekend in the morning?” he said. “So we can get your outfit for the gala?”
“Sure! I’ll text you my address.”
He nodded in contentment. “And again, you don’t have to worry about any costs.”
“Is this why my friends have called you a sugar daddy?” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked down the street, side-by-side. “But thank you. Shopping will be fun— We can even match colors!”
“Mn.” He looked between the both of you, as if trying to picture what colors would complement each other.
You crossed the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery by Shouto’s side. A few times, you even felt his knuckles brush against yours and you had the undeniable urge to hold his hand. Would that be weird? you asked yourself before deciding against it.
Just because he asked you to be his date for the Naruhata Charity Ball didn’t mean he actually liked you, right? It was just a favor from a friend to a friend.
Something about that though made your stomach unsettled. Maybe part of you wanted it to be a real date— Wanted this to be a real date.
“So I won’t be seeing you tomorrow,” you said after a moment’s silence, trying not to look too dejected.
You knew he’d still text good morning and good night and ask you random things throughout the day (all of which you found really endearing, by the way), but it was still different from seeing him in person. Even though your time together in the morning was small, they still were enough to make your day. The thought of your waking hours being so entwined made you nervous, but for some reason it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it was sort of...nice.
“I’ll see you Monday morning, right?” you asked hopefully, though you were already fairly certain of the answer.
Shouto nodded. “Of course. It’s already marked on my calendar.”
“Ever the flatterer, hmm?”
“Not flattery, just the truth.” He pulled his phone out and showed you his (rather packed) calendar app. To your surprise, a little reminder that said ‘See Y/N :)’ was marked on his Monday schedule.
Unable to stop the beam from spreading across your lips, you hid your face in your hands. Gosh— Did he have to be so cute? He was making it harder and harder to only like him as a friend. And even now, you weren’t sure if you liked him only as a friend.
But you pushed those thoughts away.
That was something to deal with at a later time.
When you reached the train station you normally took home, you turned to Shouto, giving him a big hug. He was tall and warm. You could feel his lean muscles through his button-down shirt as you rested your head against his chest and arms around his waist.
“Thanks for today,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you again soon.”
After a pause, he gave you a hug back, hands rubbing hesitant circles on your back in a way that made you smile. “Text me when you get home safe,” he said as you both reluctantly released each other from an embrace.
“I will,” you promised. “You do the same! Later, Shouto!”
And with that, you waved goodbye and boarded the train, unable to shake the unwavering grin on your face all the way home.
a/n: when shouto started feeding y/n spoonfuls of his ice cream i cried (Ｔ▽Ｔ) that’s so cUTE OF HIM LIKE PLS SIR STOP BEFORE I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH U !! >:O he’s such a sweetheart ahhhh,, i hope all the fluff made up for the brief appearance of endeavor ಠ╭╮ಠ FHDJKF
what to expect in the next part:
shopping for the gala time !!
y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~ part 2
oh my, y/n has to try on dresses? oh my, it’d be a shame if they needed help putting it on :o *fake gasp*
yeah things get just a lil steamy but shh
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happy birthday, kacchan
summary: Y/n and Bakugou celebrate Katsuki’s birthday every year ever since they were little.
w.count: ~ 3k
content warning: childhood friends to lovers, dating under 18, fluff, confession
Ever since Katsuki was little, he remembered being surrounded by a bunch of people – people his age, people older than him, people younger than him. And everyone would faun over him and his amazing quirk. It was inevitable that after kindergarten and throughout his school years, ‘friendship’ was something he valued less and less. Who needed friends anyways? He was amazing, everyone was just there to probably gain something from him and his amazing skills.
But, despite his best efforts to get rid of people in his life that he deemed unworthy to be his friend, there was someone Bakugou could have never pushed away – and that someone was you.
You and Katsuki had lived in the same neighborhood, your mother was friends with his mother and they both worked in the design industry and, in the end, you were born barely one month apart as well. So, it was inevitable that he and you were basically together ever since you were born. You shared everything. From laying in the crib together to bathing together to sleeping over at each other’s houses, you were always together growing up.
The one and only friend he deemed worthy, the one and only person that he could never get rid of and that he actively sought out when frustrated and angry – it had always been you.
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“Kacchan!”, you smiled brightly as you called his name and ran towards him, the 4 year-old in question immediately turning around and in the end, catching you when you flopped into his arms.
“Y/n! Don’t glomp me!”, he embarrassingly yelled, though he also didn’t push you away, thus you didn’t care and instead, you took his sweaty little hand and pulled him with you.
“Kacchan, come with me. Come with me!”
“Eh?! Why??”, he whined annoyingly, yet he followed without any restraint.
“Close your eyes.”
“No! I don’t wanna!”
“Please.”, you looked at him so pleadingly, your e/c eyes sparkling, thus he just clicked his tongue, blushing lightly and closing his ruby eyes.
“Fine, but don’t do something dumb, Y/n!”
“I promise, I won’t!”, and so, you pulled him further into a secret little corner.
Bakugou then stood there for a few moments when you let go of his hand, only to open his eyes the moment you said, “CHACHAN! Happy Birthday, Kacchan!”, a big, wide grin on your lips as you held a limited edition All Might figurine in front of his eyes.
“Y/n…”, immediately, Katsuki little, ruby eyes sparkled as he grabbed the box, then he shouted in glee and before you knew it, he glomped you this time, making you laugh and squeal in excitement as you fell to the floor together.
“Kacchan… do you like it?”, giggling happily when he nodded and sat back up to stare at his new figurine, his words “This is the best birthday present ever, Y/n!” melting your little kid heart, knowing that begging your mother and helping out at home just so she would buy it for you, was well worth it in the end.
-
It was the day Bakugou, you, Izuku and some other friends were marching along the riverside. Your friend was quite excited, shouting his song about the Bakugou agency while you just smiled and shouted along.
Then, as you walked across the river, it happened, Bakugou slipped and fell, cutting his singing off as well as your own.
“KACCHAN!”, was your knee-jerk reaction as you looked down, the other kids mocking you for being so ‘dramatic’ and that Bakugou was Bakugou – amazing, he wasn’t hurt.
Izuku, however, had basically the same reaction as you, though, as you ran back and down the little cliff, you only heard a slapping noise.
Bakugou had slapped away Deku’s helping hand, he was visibly angry, feeling like he was mocking him and yet, you didn’t care about his furrowed brows or that he was about to cry from fury that was gleaming in his eyes – you just jumped him out of worry.
“Kacchan!”, you cried and your little arms held your friend as tightly as you could.
He should have pushed you away, he should have been as angry as he was with Deku, yet, he could barely press out a “Don’t glomp me!”; though, when you sat back up to look into his furious, ruby eyes, he was startled as he saw tears streaming down your face.
“B-But.. I was so scared, Kacchan… What if you would have hurt yourself?”, the way you cried over such a silly accident – why wasn’t he annoyed and angry the same way he was with that stupid Izuku?
Katsuki was still too small to comprehend these weird feelings and all he did was just click his tongue, look the other way and mumble something like “You’re such a stupid crybaby, Y/n!” while he didn’t push you away and just let you hug him.
Back then, neither his friends, Izuku, you or Bakugou himself understood why he had such a different reaction or why he didn’t push you away.
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“Kacchan!”
“Don’t call me that!”, the 14-year old growled and stared at you with those angry eyes, yet you just smiled and then pulled out a present.
“Happy Birthday, Kacchan.”, you were never scared of his attitude, probably because you had lived your life by his side for as long as you could remember. Plus, he hadn’t pushed you away yet, like any other friend he had had.
“Why? I don’t need that shit.”, Katsuki tried so hard, but you insisted and pushed it into his hands.
“Kacchan… You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you…”
“HA?!”, he was so close to blowing up your present, but then, you leaned in closer, your noses almost touching and that stupid, wide smile playing around your lips.
“But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me. Mhmhh.”, you giggled, then rose again, “I hope you like it.”
Bakugou on the other hand was blushing furiously and he tried to kick you, though you chuckled and jumped back.
“You are such a dumbass! Don’t say that shit out loud…”, yet he still took the present with a little bit of grumbling.
He didn’t want to show it openly, but he was a tiny bit happy, there had never been a birthday in his life where you didn’t give him a present, even though he was sometimes mean to you, you were still as inseparable as you were in kindergarten. Bakugou didn’t know why he couldn’t manage to push you away like he had pushed away anyone else, but maybe it was because he didn’t even try hard enough…
“Y/n… Where do you get these all the fucking time??”, he held another limited edition All Might merch in his hands, his ruby eyes sparkling like they did when he was still a little kid.
“Hehe, that’s a secret.”, grinning widely, you grabbed a chair from in front of his desk to sit on it, he was the last one in the classroom anyways as everyone else had club activities or went back home.
“Wanna come to my place today, Kacchan?”
“Eh? Fine! I guess I have no fucking choice, ha?”, rolling his eyes, he tried so hard to sound annoyed when he grabbed his bag and the merchandise, his new pride and joy, and walked with you out of the classroom eventually.
On your way out of the school building though, you ran into someone, someone Bakugou didn’t know so he assumed you also wouldn’t know them, but he was wrong.
“A-Ahh! Y-Y/n-senpai!”, they stuttered, obviously embarrassed as they played with their fingers, not even acknowledging Bakugou beside you.
“Oh, Saito-san.”, you smiled at them and waved.
Why was he so pissed when he saw that? Why did he feel his heart quench when someone else besides him managed to make you smile? You weren’t supposed to smile at others like that…
“Y/n-senpai, I… uh. D-do you mind showing me- uhm… A math problem tomorrow? I- I’ve heard from my friends Y/n-s-senpai is really good a-and…”, they tried so hard and yet, Katsuki found their stuttering annoying, but what really pissed him off was your gentle smile as you nodded.
“Of course Saito-san. I’ll come by your class tomorrow at lunch, okay?”
Watching as they smiled so brightly and bowed made Katsuki angry.
“Don’t smile at him like that! Don’t stutter so much! Don’t try to get with him so fucking obviously!”, Bakugou thought, trying to keep his thoughts to himself as he only stared at them with his usual scowl.
“Shall we go?”
The way you smiled at him, the way you grinned, it all made his heart ache – but why? Why did Katsuki feel so… betrayed?
“Whatever!”, and with that, he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked with you back home, not knowing that this feeling of “being betrayed” would not fade away too quickly.
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“Y/n-senpai! I like you, please go out with me?”, another one confessed to you.
And Bakugou had to witness it.
He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just so happened when he walked out of the school. You were so close to graduating, you were both ready to go to UA together – his one and only friend. Though… could he really call you “a friend” any longer?
Over the past year, Katsuki managed to figure out why he felt betrayed – it’s because he didn’t want to share you with anyone. You were his. Your smile belonged to him. Your laugh belonged to him. Your body was supposed to cling to his and no one else.
“You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you… But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me.”
Those words still echoed in his mind almost every day after it happened. At first, he was confused why such words as “I like you” from another boy could make him feel so… weird? He had only ever seen you as his best friend, but nothing more.
And yet-
“I’m sorry, Suzuki-san. I already like someone else. And… there is no one else for me but them…”, you said, smiling to yourself and bowing lightly.
Who was it?
He didn’t know.
Why?
Why didn’t he know?
It almost ate him up inside that he didn’t know who you liked. But why was Katsuki even so obsessed about knowing? It’s not like it was any of his business anyways…
Bakugou didn’t like anyone – a lie.
Bakugou didn’t have any romantic feelings towards you – a lie.
You were just his friend – a lie.
Why did he keep lying to himself all throughout Middle School?
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“Kacchan. Happy Birthday.”, you smiled so brightly like you always had, though this time as you handed him the present, others in the class 1-A came closer.
“Y/n- I-“
“Woah it’s Bakugou’s birthday, huh? Happy Birthday man!”, Kirishima said, even though they barely knew each other at that point.
He was pissed. He didn’t want anyone to know or acknowledge his birthday. Only you were allowed to.
“I don’t need your fucking birthday wishes!”, he grumbled and stood up and for the first time in 16 years, he pushed the present back into your hands and stomped away.
“Kacchan…”
Bakugou didn’t look back, he just stared straight ahead when he walked along the big hallways of UA. He didn’t want to see your hurt face.
“You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you… But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me.”
He wondered if that was still true. How long could he hide his true feelings behind his mean attitude towards you before you would turn your back? Katsuki was a shit friend, he knew. All he wanted to do was focus on his hero career. And yet, he had to deal with things such as “love”? Pathetic…
“Kacchan!”
There it was again. When he turned around, you were there chasing after him, like always. Ever since you were little, but this time you stopped a few feet away from him. It was a quiet spot just by the lockers, so no one was nearby.
“Ha? Didn’t you fucking hear, dumbass? I don’t want it!”, Bakugou wanted to sound threatening, his usual dark growl in his voice had scared almost anyone – anyone but you.
“Kacc… Katsuki.”, you then suddenly said, your usual happy facial expression turning so serious it hurt his heart, “If you don’t want to be my friend anymore, that’s okay.”
Wait! What?! When did you-
“You have pushed everyone away and I thought, I could stay forever. I… wanted to stay by your side, but… You have so many new friends now. I think I am obsolete, don’t you think?”, your sad smile was enough to make him feel like his heart was ripped in two.
“No- Y/n-!”, he hated how he could barely choke out your name, because he never thought the day would come where you would turn your back on him.
“That’s why…”, then you stepped closer and presented the gift again, “I want you to have this last gift from me. Please accept it, Katsuki.”, you pushed it into his hands that he just couldn’t help but take it.
For the first time, his tongue was tied and he didn’t know what to say.
When you turned around and walked away, he wanted to call out to you, tell you to stop being so stupidly dramatic, but in the end, Katsuki just said, “”I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me” That’s what you said to me, no!? So why the fuck are you leaving?!”
You stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“Kacchan… Whenever I’m close to you, my heart hurts. My head starts spinning, I get dizzy and my stomach turns, because all I wanna do is grab and kiss you… but I CAN’T!”, then you slowly looked back, that sad smile playing around your lips again, “But you don’t get it… You don’t have time for this “mushy shit”, right?”
Bakugou’s heart was thumping so loudly, his ruby eyes widened as he stared at you with mouth agape. Trying to realize what you just said to him. You liked him – like REALLY liked him. Like he liked you.
“Y/n… I don’t understand…”, he was lying. And it made you furious.
Before he could react, you had kabe-don’ed him against the lockers, both of your hands above his and your face so close to his he let the present fall onto the ground in order to claw at your school uniform – he didn’t know why he did that.
“Don’t tell me you don’t understand. You are a fucking genius, you ace every exam, you have an amazing quirk, so don’t play fucking dumb anymore.”, it was probably the first time in his life he saw you so… Wild? Angry? In Pain? And all of those emotions were because of him.
Suddenly, he had hot tears welling up in his eyes – it wasn’t out of sadness. Katsuki was frustrated and angry. Angry at himself for never realizing it. Angry at you for never clarifying it. Angry at everyone and everything.
Before you realized anything, he suddenly reached out and his lips brushed against your own.
His face was beet red, he was visibly pouting and scowling deeply, especially when you stared at him, completely taken aback.
“Kacchan… Do you mean…?”
“Ever since fucking SaItO-SaN wanted help with their math problem… but you never realized anything…”, Katsuki rolled his eyes, making a single tear run down and over his cheek, “I am so fucking jealous… When you talk to someone that isn’t me…I feel betrayed and alone… You should only smile at me, dumbass!”
“Can I kiss you?”, your question almost made his head explode with embarrassment as it came so suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, but then he just grabbed your neck and pulled you down on his own with a “Don’t fucking ask.” before your lips collided.
A very clumsy first kiss.
He didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do. But it was okay.
Everything was okay now.
“Don’t you dare…leave my side… ever again, stupid.”, was the one thing he whispered as your noses brushed against each other, before you hugged him tightly and he buried his face at your shoulder and yours buried in the nook of his neck.
“Never!”
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“Happy Birthday, Baby.”
He was groaning a bit, still tired as he slightly turned, one eye open to look at you, mumbling an “It’s too fucking early, Y/n…”, that earned him your giggle as you hugged him tightly, face cuddled into the nook of his neck.
“I can’t help it… I still wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday…”
Inevitably smiling a little, he just softly kicked you and mumbled a “So mushy.”, before he grabbed your hand to lace your fingers together, your wedding rings touching. Though, you had other ideas when you rose and then turned him as well so he was laying on his back, groaning a bit again.
“Y/n- mh!”, being interrupted by your lips, Katsuki just didn’t have the willpower to push you back and instead, he wrapped his arms around your neck when you pushed him into the soft mattress.
“It’s our first time celebrating your birthday in our own place, Baby… You don’t have to go to the agency today, right?”, it was only 5 in the morning and yet, you already were so horny and purred so seductively that, even though he rolled his eyes, Katsuki grinned and pulled you back in for another kiss.
After celebrating 19 birthdays with you, the 20th was probably one of the best he had thus far.
@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works
writer’s note: I don’t know if I forgot to mention, but this is for Bakugou’s birthday :) jk jk lmao hope it was enjoyable! I kind of had this idea of them celebrating each and every birthday together so… I couldn’t help but make it a childhood to lovers thing; AND it’s only 2 days late so I am happy with that
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Second Choice || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Reader
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Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, and Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Requested by @loxbbg : Hiiiii I was wondering if you can do Izuku x reader x Bakugou where izuku loves reader and Uraraka and reader is tired of being his second choice and pulls herself out of the equation only to see Katsuki was the person for her and she explores that years later Deku tries to ask her out since Uraraka left him and Katsuki steps in telling him he can’t manipulate her or something like that thank youuu!!
Summary: Izuku likes both you and Uraraka, but you’re always the second choice, so after removing yourself from the equation, you fall for Bakugou. But years later, Izuku wants you back.
Word Count: 2.8k
A/n: Thanks for requesting! I tried my best to write this, and I hope I did okay. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! -Danielle <3
“Thanks, Izuku,” you said, smiling, “I had fun tonight.” You and Izuku were standing in front of his house as you pulled his hoodie tighter around your shoulders. The two of you just got back from a walk on the beach, after spending the day in the park.
“Yeah, I had fun too,” Izuku responded, blushing a bit. You noticed the way his eyes looked to your lips, before looking right back up at your eyes, even if it was only for a few seconds.
“Hey Izuku?” You asked, “Can I kiss you?”
“You wanna what!?” He exclaimed, surprised by your sudden statement, causing him to turn red.
“If you don’t want to-”
“I didn’t say that!” He exclaimed quickly, before calming down a bit, “I’m fine with it.” You smiled, and leaned forward, cupping his cheek, before kissing him. When you pulled away, you both had big smiles on your faces.
“I should probably get inside, before my parents kill me for breaking curfew,” you said, smiling, “See you tomorrow, Zuku.”
“See you tomorrow,” Izuku said, smiling and watching as you walked up the steps and into your house.
You walked into class, smiling, excited to see Izuku today after what happened last night. You opened the door and walked in, looking for the familiar green haired boy. Finally, you spotted him, over by Uraraka’s desk, blushing really bad.
“Finally!” Mina exclaimed, “It took you forever!”
“Took who and what forever?” You asked, approaching the small group of people surrounding Uraraka and Izuku.
“For Uraraka to confess to Deku! We’ve been waiting for this forever, and he even said he likes her back,” Mina explained, but she noticed your face fall at her words, “Hey, why do you look so upset?” You ignored her and tried to hold in your tears as Izuku looked at you. His face immediately fell at the look on your face, because you looked like you were seconds away from sobbing. Mina and a few others noticed as well, so Mina spoke again, “Y/n?”
You didn’t say anything, and instead ran out. You heard a few calls of your name, and suddenly you ran straight into somebody.
“Watch where you’re going, dumbass!” Bakugou yelled, causing you to look at him with your tear filled eyes. You were now letting the tears flow, not bothering to hold them back. Bakugou was taken back by this, “Woah, hey, what the fuck is wrong? Why are you crying?”
“No reason,” you replied, fake laughing and wiping a tear, “I’m just being dramatic.”
“I don’t feel like playing any games, so just go ahead and tell me,” Bakugou said, crossing his arms.
“It’s dumb, I mean why did I even think he would like me back? It’s not like I’m anything special,” you said.
“What the hell are you talking about? Who doesn’t like you back?” Bakugou asked, furrowing his brows.
“Deku,” you replied, making eye contact with him for the first time since he noticed you were crying.
“I’m going to kill that fucking nerd,” Bakugou said, going to move past you, to which you pushed him back.
“No, wait, it’s fine, don’t do anything to Deku. I’ll be fine,” you said, trying to hold back your sobs so you could say what you needed to say, “Just go to class. Tell Aizawa I’m not feeling well.”
You didn’t wait for a response, and walked past him and continued going back home. That day, you ignored all the worried calls and texts from all your friends, wondering what was wrong, but a particular one caught your eye.
Zuku <3: please, y/n, just meet me on the beach where we were last night, I need to talk to you
With a sigh, you wiped the tears from your face and slipped on one of your own hoodies. You made sure to grab Izuku’s hoodie on your way out, to give back to him.
You left and went towards the beach. When you got there, you saw Izuku was already there waiting, sitting in the sand, playing on his phone. Izuku hadn’t expected you to come, so when you approached him and he heard you, he jumped, before realizing it was you.
“Y/n,” he said, quickly standing up. He noticed your tear stained cheeks, puffy red eyes, and even your messy hair.
“What do you want to say to me?” You asked, trying not to cry again.
“I just wanted to apologize. Look, Y/n, I’m really sorry, I didn’t-”
“No, you’re not,” you replied, raising your voice a little, “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have kissed me and then admitted to liking Uraraka the next day. You don’t care about me, and it’s obvious that you never have.”
“But I do!” He exclaimed, “I just.. I just like Ochaco more.”
“Of course, you do,” you replied, letting out a fake laugh, “Leave it to dumb old me to assume that anybody could love me more than her.”
“Wait, Y/n, I-”
“Here take your hoodie back,” you said, tossing it into his arms, “I don’t want it.” You turned and went to walk away, but Izuku stopped you, grabbing your shoulder.
“Wait, Y/n.” He tried, but you roughly pushed your shoulder back and forced his hand off of it.
“Goodbye Midoriya,” you said, walking away, leaving Izuku alone on the beach. When you got back to your room, you broke down again, and eventually you cried yourself to sleep.
The next morning, you were awoken by your alarm. Once you rubbed away the sleep from your eyes, you could see that you had so many notifications.
3 missed calls and 4 texts from Ochaco
5 missed calls and 10 texts from Mina
Along with a bunch of other missed calls and texts from other members of the class, but once again, one caught your eye. A text and missed call from somebody who you had never thought would text you unless he absolutely had to.
Bakugou: He’s a fucking idiot, don’t let him get to you
After removing all of the notifications, you got up, wiping your eyes and beginning to get ready for the day. You were aware you looked a wreck as you walked into the classroom but at this point you really didn’t care. You walked in the room, and past Izuku, who had tried speaking with you, to sit at your desk. A few people tried talking to you, but after being ignored, they gave up. Ochaco came up and apologized, and she surprisingly sounded like she was actually sorry, so you accepted her apology and told her to just go and be happy with Izuku.
The rest of the day up until lunch, you attended all your classes, trying your best to avoid Izuku or any of his friends altogether. During lunch, instead of going to sit with Izuku, like you normally did, you went to go sit by yourself somewhere, but a voice stopped you.
“Hey! L/n!” Kirishima yelled, gaining your attention, “Come sit with us!” You gave him a small smile and walked over, sitting in between him and Mina. Sero, Kaminari, and Bakugou were also sitting at the table.
“Thanks,” you said, causing Kirishima to smile.
“No problem,” he replied, and went back to talking with Sero about something. You spent the rest of lunch with them, only really talking when one of them asked you a question, or said something to you. Bakugou was the one who spoke with you the most, and every time he did, you thought back to the message he sent you.
Finally, lunch was over, but Kirishima stopped you before you got up and left, to ask a question.
“Do you want to hang out with us after school? We’re going to the arcade,” Kirishima said, looking at you with hopeful eyes.
“I don’t know,” you replied.
“Oh, well, we’re going to be there at like four, so if you’re coming, just text me so we can wait for you,” Kirishima explained, and you nodded.
“Okay, I might come. Thanks,” you said, giving him a small smile, before walking past him and to your next class. After the day was over, you went home and looked to the clock. You had managed to avoid Izuku for the rest of the day, despite him trying to speak with you multiple times. You continued to look at the clock, thinking about if you wanted to meet up with Kirishima and his friends at the arcade or not. You weren’t in the best mood, but it might take your mind off of things.
So, you took out your phone and sent him a quick text, letting him know that you were going to be coming. Then, you changed out of your uniform and into something more comfortable. You looked in the mirror and tried to look a little more presentable than you did throughout the school day. Eventually, you grabbed some money, and your phone, before leaving the house and making your way to the arcade.
When you got there, you opened the door, and entered. You looked around for a moment, before spotting Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina standing a little ways away from the entrance, talking.
“Hey guys,” you said, approaching them.
“Hey Y/n,” Mina said, smiling at you. She still kind of felt bad for being the one to break the news to you yesterday, even though she didn’t do anything wrong.
“Alright, what are we doing first?” Kirishima asked, looking around at all his friends. They each said something different, so Kirishima turned to you, “What do you wanna do?”
“I really don’t care,” you said, with a shrug.
“Why don’t you go with Bakugou?” Kirishima asked, gesturing to the blonde, who was standing off to the side, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall.
“Sure,” you said, as Bakugou stood straight up, uncrossing his arms.
“Come on, dumbass,” Bakugou said, making you follow him towards whatever game he wanted to play. You two spent a couple hours playing different games, before you all met back up in front of the arcade. Kirishima had to go home and eat dinner, and so did Mina and Kaminari, leaving you and Bakugou all alone.
“Well, I should probably-”
“Do you wanna get something to eat?” Bakugou asked, startling you.
“W-what?”
“Are you deaf? I asked if you wanted to get something to eat,” Bakugou repeated.
“Oh, uh, I guess, if you want to,” you said.
“Alright, let’s go,” Bakugou said, forcing you to follow him towards a pretty popular fast food restaurant in town. You two got in line and ordered at the counter, before sitting down at a table and waiting for your order number to be called.
“Why did you ask me to get food with you?” You asked, looking around.
“What? Am I not allowed to want to eat food with you?” Bakugou asked.
“Well, no, I mean, you are, but why just me? You didn’t offer for any of the others to get dinner with you, so why me?” You asked.
“Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I like you, a lot. And I wanted to tell you.”
“You,” you said, trying to process it, “Like me?”
“Don’t make me say it twice,” he replied, crossing his arms.
“Oh,” you said, “I-”
“You don’t have to answer right away,” Bakugou said, “I know you’re upset because that damn nerd broke your heart, but once you get over him, maybe we can work something out.”
“Maybe,” you replied, giving him a small smile.
It had been a whole five years since that occurred. Katsuki and you started dating a few months after he confessed, and you had been happy ever since. You two were now engaged, and you couldn’t be happier. Everything was going perfect, until you heard a knock on the door and you opened it to be met with a certain green haired, pro hero, Deku.
“Deku,” you said, “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah,” he said, giving you a small smile, “Can I come in? I wanted to speak with you about something.”
“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, moving aside and allowing him to come in, “Come on, we can sit in the living room.” Izuku nodded, and followed you into the room, where he sat down on the couch.
“What kind of-” Bakugou cut himself off, as he stepped into the room. He had a different type of seasoning in each hand, “Deku.”
“Hey Kacchan, what are you doing here?” Izuku asked, causing you and Bakugou to give each other a look. How did Izuku not know that you two were together? Literally, everybody knew. Bakugou was about to tell him, but you spoke to him.
“Both,” you said, referring to the bottles of seasoning in his hands. Bakugou decided to leave you and Izuku alone, but he gave the hero one last glare for good measure, before stepping back into the kitchen.
“Alright, now, what did you need?” You asked, giving Izuku a small smile. You had managed to avoid him for the rest of your time at U.A., and even as a pro hero you managed to not have to work with him, so you were wondering what he was doing here when you made it clear that you never wanted to see him again.
“I’ve really missed you,” Izuku said, catching you by surprise. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say but it definitely wasn’t that.
“Uh, I guess I’ve missed you too,” you replied, even though it wasn’t really true. Sure, you missed him in the first few months since you had stopped talking to him, but after that, you barely even thought about him.
“Look, Y/n, I sort of regret what happened when we were at U.A. You know, when I confessed to Uraraka after we kissed. And I want to know if you wanna try again,” Izuku explained.
“You mean try again as in, be friends, right?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t suggesting what you thought he was.
“No, I mean in a romantic way,” Izuku said.
“If you really think she’s going to say yes, then you’re dumber than you look,” Bakugou said, crossing his arms.
“Kacchan, this is a private-”
“It stopped being private the second you tried to get my fiance to give you a second chance,” Bakugou said, “And don’t tell me you didn’t know, because literally everybody knows. Now, you have about one minute to get the hell out of my house before I blow your ass up.”
“I’m not leaving. What makes you think she likes you more than she likes me?” Izuku asked, crossing his arms.
“Are you fucking serious? You actually think that she still likes you after what you did to her?” Bakugou asked, “You know, I-”
“Wait,” you said, causing both men to stop glaring at each other and look at you, “Katsuki’s right, Izuku. I stopped liking you after you did that to me, and I’m not going to start liking you again.”
“But, I-”
“No, you’ve said what you needed to say, get out,” you said, standing up, “Now.”
“Y/n, wait-”
“Are you fucking deaf? She said to get the fuck out!” Bakugou yelled.
“Fine,” Izuku said, standing up and walking out. You and Katsuki followed him and watched as he opened the front door and stepped out. He looked at you with teary eyes, and he almost said something but you interrupted him.
“Goodbye Midoriya,” you said, slamming the door in his face, and then turning to Katsuki, who looked the most pissed you’ve ever seen him, “Well, that was a fun activity for a Saturday night.”
“No, it was not,” Katsuki replied, “Are you good?”
“Why wouldn’t I be good?” You asked.
“Just checking,” he replied, “You used to like Deku, just making sure you’re alright.”
“I stopped liking him five years ago,” you replied, “Trust me, I’m over him.”
“You better be,” Katsuki replied, causing you to give him a kiss.
“I am, now, do you want help with dinner?” You asked, causing Katsuki’s eyes to go wide.
“Shit,” he said, rushing over to the kitchen, “Great, it fucking burnt. All because of that damn nerd.”
“Calm down, we’ll just get take out. How about pizza?” You asked, picking up your phone, and going through your contacts.
“Sure,” Bakugou replied, throwing out the burnt food, before going back to the living room and sitting on the couch. You joined him after ordering the food. You cuddled into his side as he turned the T.V. on.
“I love you,” you said.
“More than Deku?” Katsuki asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Yes, Katsuki, more than Deku.”
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YOURE DOPE ASS SHIT HOMIE <3333 can i get uuHHHhh mutha fuckin tanaka x femboy reader ?
HAHAHA SAY LESS I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A TANAKA REQUEST IM-
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Tanaka x reader - one date wonder
⚠️ warnings - reader is referred to as a girl unintentionally, by Nishinoya in the beginning. Don’t worry, I assure you this is a Male Fic. Ta-ho.
Pronouns - male, he/him
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If there was one thing Tanaka hated, it was pretty boys.
They were so over hyped. Just because they have a handsome face, all of a sudden they’re the talk of the town. Especially if they had a skirt on and whatnot. What happened to personality?
“Oi oi Ryu!”
Tanaka didn’t notice Nishinoya shoving a phone towards his face. He continued skimming through the Miyagi volleyball weekly magazine. “If I see one more article about that prick Oikawa I’m gonna-“
“Ryu!” Nishinoya practically slapped Tanaka’s head with his phone. Tanaka yelped.
“Hell was that for?!”
Nishinoya wordlessly held up his phone uncomfortably close to Tanaka’s face.
A girl with (h/l), boyish hair and a pretty pink skirt stood tall on Nishinoya’s small phone screen. The girl had cute (h/c) hair, framing her face as she posed with her hand flexed into a peace sign.
She was totally his type.
“Apparently she goes to our school.” Noya giddily scrolled through the girls feed, careful not to accidentally like anything as to not be caught stalking her page. Tanaka exhaled.
“Dude...if I ever see her I think I’m boutta simp.”
“Riiiight?” Nishinoya held down his phone screen to let Tanaka in on the girls social media page.
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Walking into class the next day, he ran into a horde of girls surrounding someone in the middle of the room. There seemed to be someone in the center, awkwardly chuckling and trying to say something, but it was drowned out but the vociferous squeals or questions thrown at them. Tanaka couldn’t quite make out the person’s face.
Stalking closer, trying to subtly peek from over the heads of the girls, the person’s eyes slowly panned over to him. They locked eyes. Something seemed oddly familiar about that person. He couldn’t quite place it, though.
The person’s eyes lit up and they wadded their way out of the horde and made their way to him. Upon closer inspection, the person was handsome, and wearing the boy’s gakuran. It made sense, he was being crowded around a bunch of girls gawking at his pretty face. He immediately puffed out his chest and scowled.
“Oi oi! Got a problem, pretty boy?”
“P-pre...” The person, who he now knew was a boy, flushed and shook his head. “A-anyways! Tanaka-kun, can...”
“C-Can you meet me in the school courtyard after class!”
The boy bowed suddenly, making Tanaka falter and step back. He awkwardly coughed. “Uh-sorry man, do I know you?”
Of course he knew him. He was that one popular second year in class 2-4 that every girl was throwing their panties at. He found it weird that he wanted to talk to him out of everyone.
“My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m-im in class 4 but I...don’t think we‘ve ever spoken before...”
“Then why do you wanna meet up later? Do you needa tell me sumthin’? Can’t you just tell me now?”
“No!” (Y/n) puffed out his cheeks. For such a high strung popular pretty boy, he was acting pretty fumbly and flustered. “I can’t say it here-!”
“Uh...ok...see you there...?”
“Thank you!” (Y/n) smiled, walking through the eavesdropping girls and out the door.
Tanaka wondered why he looked so familiar. Oh well, it’s probably nothing.
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Tanaka picked at his unbuttoned school uniform, standing under a cherry tree in the school courtyard. It took him every single ounce of his body not to just up and leave.
His ears perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him. There stood this boy from before, doubled over and heaving in front of him. Tanaka shoved his hands in his pockets.
“So-what’ja need, dude?” Tanaka tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. (Y/n’s) head snapped up, and he stiffly straightened upright.
“This is for you-!” He averted his gaze as he outstretched a pristine white envelope to Tanaka with both hands, a cute little heart sticker sealing the opening flap shut. Tanaka blinked once. Twice.
Did a girl ask him to give this to him? Wait, why would this pretty boy who probably thought he was some ruffian scum randomly be giving him this love letter? Was he trying to make fun of him? Did he think that he didn’t get love confessions because he wasn’t a popular pretty boy like him?
“Oi, you tryna mock me or something? Tryna make fun of me pretending a girl wanted you to give this to me?” Tanaka puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up. (Y/n) paled.
“No! No! This-“ (Y/n’s) grip on the letter tightened, crumpling the smooth paper ever so slightly at the corners. “This i-is a real letter...f-from me to you, Tanaka-kun...!”
Tanaka blinked again. Huh? Huh?!
“I like you, Tanaka-kun! I know it’s weird because you don’t know me and I’m really popular and ‘wow why is this popular dude talking to me haha and why is he so awkward’ but I really wanted to tell you and-“
(Y/n’s) phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks, and fished his phone out of his black school pants. Tanaka, even though he knew he shouldn’t, peeked over his head a bit, trying to see what was on his phone.
Powering it on, a picture of a girl with boyish hair and pink overall-skirt popped up on screen, holding up a peace sign near her eyes. That girl looked familiar.
Oh! That was the girl that him and Noya were fawning over the other day! Now that he thought about it, the girl and (Y/n) looked very similar. Like, very, very, similar. Same hair, same eyes, same everything...
That’s when something clicked in Tanaka’s head.
(Y/n) clicked out of his Home Screen and shot a quick text to someone on his phone. He pocketed it once more.
“A-anyways, sorry Ta-“
“Are you a crossdresser?!”
“Cr...” (Y/n) sputtered. Tanaka pointed bluntly at (Y/n), eyes widened in disbelief.
“No! No I’m not! I...why can’t I wear feminine clothes without being called a crossdresser...”
(Y/n’s) shoulders slumped over. Stagnant air surrounded them as (Y/n’s) nimble fingers dropped the letter carelessly, letting it flutter towards the ground gracefully.
‘Fuck. Fuuuuck. Me and my big mouth...’
Tanaka awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, man! There’s no harm in um...wearing that-! Shit, uh. How can I make it up to you?”
(Y/n) smirked. He slowly raised his head up. He held out his pointer finger.
“You can make it up to me by going out on a date with me.”
Tanaka deadpanned. Treacherous pretty boy snake. “Wh-“
(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Please! Just one! And we don’t even have to hold hands or anything! After that it’s done! It’s just-“
“F-fine.”
(Y/n) looked up. “Really...?”
“I mean, it wasn’t cool of me to call you a crossdresser, so if it’s just one...”
“All right!”
———
The date went by like a dream. Even if Tanaka didn’t harbor much feelings for (Y/n), he still enjoyed eating free food.
Though, he couldn’t help himself from occasionally staring at (Y/n). Not because he had something on his face of anything,
But because he was wearing a a high-waisted black plaid skirt with a belt secured snuggly on his waist, with a slightly baggy baby pink sweater that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. And to top it all off, a small kitty hair clip pinning some loose strands of hair behind his ear.
He looked exactly like he did on his social media. Tanaka gulped.
Even if he was a guy, he couldn’t help but notice how his skin seemed to glow off the fabric of his sweater, or how his skirt complimented his body perfectly.
“U-uh, (L/n)-san?” Tanaka was trying to be as respectable as he could. (Y/n) stopped eating mid bite and waiting for him to go on.
“Why do you uh, pose as a girl on social media if you don’t want people thinking your a girl..? No offense, I mean? Just wonderin’, y’know.” Tanaka took a huge bite out of his food to occupy his running mouth.
“Oh.” (Y/n) pulled up his phone and booted up his profile on social media. “It says in my bio that I’m a dude. So, it’s kind of the persons fault if they mistook me as a girl, but I don’t mind if they do...! I think I look pretty...”
Tanaka flushed. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t deny it. He was kinda cute when he tried hiding his blushing face behind his chopsticks. But he wouldn’t say it out loud. It’s like he liked him or anything, no. Definitely not!
———
Next day at school, Tanaka felt a strange sort of emptiness in his chest. It felt hollow, like he was coming off a high and dealing with the consequences. And he had no fucking clue why.
“Dude...I feel so depressed...” Tanaka slumped over a box in the club room, sighing dramatically. Nishinoya hummed while scrolling through (Y/n’s) profile, once again.
There was a sour taste in his mouth. Tanaka glared holes into Noya’s side, until Noya finally looked up from his phone.
“Dude, why’re you glaring at me-“
“Help me with my baggage I’m feelin’ depressed and I don’t know why!” Nishinoya sighed, before smiling widely and standing up with his chest out.
“Ok. Doctor Nishinoya here. What seems to be the problem, good sir.”
Tanaka snickered. It was Nishinoya’s turn to glare at him.
“So, I went on a date with this gu-, um, girl, and I only went because I promised, so now I don’t know why I’m feeling so sad.”
“Liaaar. Siiiiimp.”
“Shut up!” Tanaka barked at Nishinoya. “I’m tellin’ the truth here!”
“Well,” Tanaka gave Nishinoya a look to go on. Noya clicked a pen he found on the club room floor and adjusted his non-existent glasses. “Sounds like you caught feelings, dude.”
Tanaka sputtered. “I-I couldn’t have!”
“You totally could.”
“Could not!”
“You could”
“Not!”
“Why not, then?” Nishinoya crossed his arms.
“Because the person I went on a date with is a dude!”
Nishinoya choked on air. Tanaka covered his mouth. Noya sighed.
“Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.”
“I’M NOT!”
——
Ok, maybe he was. Just a little bit. A teeny weeny bit.
Tanaka found himself standing outside the 2-4 classroom, and he frankly didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was so nervous too. He was really, really scared to go inside. But he wouldn’t show it.
Which is why he was leaning on the wall across from the door, with a scowl on his face and a suffocating, intimidating aura around him. Ennoshita walked out of the 2-4 classroom, before immediately being drowned in Tanaka’s scary presence.
“Jesus Christ Tanaka-kun, you scared the hell out of me!” Ennoshita rubbed his eyes. “Anyways, did you need something? Were you waiting for me or something?”
Tanaka’s face relaxed. “Uh! Actually I-I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna-“
“Tanaka-kun?”
Shit.
Tanaka slowly turned around. Standing in the classroom door frame was (Y/n), holding a bento and looking directly at Tanaka.
“Oh-! Sorry, sorry, please give me a second-ah-!” (Y/n) excused himself from his growing horde of female classmates, worming his way out of the classroom.
“What are you doing here?”
Tanaka’s mouth ran dry. Nishinoya’s voice rang in his ear.
‘Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.’
Fuck! Maybe he was. But fuck.
“U-uh...” A million thought went through Tanaka’s head, and went blank at the same time. It was the same feeling he gets whenever he looked at Kiyoko. The same tingly, warm, simp-y feeling.
Ennoshita looked between the two, before gasping in realization. “Oh. Oh! So-uh, I’m gonna...head to practice-Daichi said he needed me for something bye-!”
Ennoshita whispered a “Tell him.” in Tanaka’s ear as he walked by, then promptly disappeared behind a wall. Tanaka looked back at (Y/n).
“Um...h-hi...”
‘Fuck! Stop stuttering!’
Tanaka leaned against the wall, trying to seem as cool and suave as he could. (Y/n) put his hands in his pockets.
“Did’ya need something from me?”
‘Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.’
Shut up, Ennoshita! Tell him what, exactly? He didn’t know if he was even sure about his feelings or not.
“So...about our um...date a few days ago..” Tanaka also shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Ah! You’re here to tell me it was weird going out with a guy! Or that it was weird going out with a guy in a skirt! I’m-“
“No! No! Not at all!” Tanaka blurted out. (Y/n) let his mouth fall shut.
“I just...” Tanaka pursed his lips. “...Maybe we could, I dunno, go out on...another date.”
“Really?!”
Tanaka flushed and furrowed his brows. “Y-Yeah! You got a problem with that-!”
“Yeah! I mean no! I mean I’d love to go!” (Y/n) grasped onto Tanaka’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “Are you free this Friday at around 8?”
“‘Course I am!”
“It’s a date, then, Tanaka-kun.”
——————
Epilogue:
“No way your going out with her.”
“Him.” Tanaka corrected, pointing at Nishinoya’s phone. An image of (Y/n) holding up a cat he found on the street in an oversized sweater was on screen. “It’s a dude. And he’s my boyfriend.”
Nishinoya stopped walking. Tanaka raised his eyebrows.
“You’re such a liar, dude-“
“Tanaka-kun!”
A voice rang out, with growing footsteps approaching behind them. Both Tanaka and Nishinoya turned around, though with the dark moonlight it was hard to see who it was.
Someone wearing a skirt, tucked in shirt, and Karasuno jacket stopped behind the two. Tanaka smirked triumphantly what Nishinoya gawked, looking between his phone and the person.
(Y/n) smiled. “Are we still on for our date today? I know it’s kinda late...”
“Course we are, babe.” Tanaka smugly wrapped his arm around (Y/n), making sure Nishinoya saw. Noya’s mouth fell open.
“HOLY-WHAT THE FUCK! RYU, HOW’D YOU-“
“To be honest I don’t really know either.”
——————
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