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starboykel · 3 months

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Highschool sweethearts .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

Teenager! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x teenager!gn reader

!!warnings: fluff, Ghost is a bit mean in the beginning, no gendered pronouns used for the reader, Ghost is 17, reader is 15-16, slow burn

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

You were a junior, you had a small group of friends that shared the same interested, nothing bigger than four people just so you didn't had to eat alone at lunch.

There was this boy in your biology class, Simon Riley, some close people called him Ghost for some reason, you didn't know why. He was always wearing a black mask, covering half of his face, like if he was sick but he wasn't, you saw him playing volleyball wearing that mask and he definitely wasn't sick. He was always quiet in the class, just taking notes and looking through the window, you would be lying to yourself if you didn't thought he was at least a bit attractive.

Your friend, Kelly, who was a social butterfly, managed to know a bit about him. He only has one friend in his grade, a scottish foreigner and the other 2 was a senior and a freshman, they all had silly nicknames for each other but she couldn't discovered what were the nicknames. He always stayed in the school library reading something after class and he smoked cigarettes in the school field every Saturday at 11am and his favorite drink is tea. You didn't question her how she knew those thing, she just did.

You were in the biology class and the teacher assigned everyone a project, to make a resume of the books chapter that you had read the whole semester, It was a pair work... That the teacher would choose the pairs, pratically everyone complained but she did it anyway. It was simple, everyone had a number, if you are number 1, your pair is number 2, if your number is number 3, your pair is number 4 and such. You were number 7 and it just happened that Simon was number 8, he looked at you and then back at the teacher when she announced that you were his pair, he seemed... Almost annoyed.

It was Friday and the project had to be delivered on Monday, so you and Simon had the whole weekend to do it. You decided to talk with Simon after class to discuss where you two would meet to do the project but you couldn't find him anywhere so you had to ask the other students, none of them knew where he was until you meet one particular student, that one that had a scottish accent and a mohawk.

The boy said to you that Simon was really, really introverted and didn't liked people in his house unless that he was friends with them... And he didn't liked befriending with other juniors for some reason, despite that, the boy — that you learned the name was John MacTavish... Or Soap—, gave you Simon's address and said that, to not upset him, to bring him something as a gift, especially tea and gave you Simon's phone number before having to go.

The next day was Saturday, you woke up early and got ready, taking a shower and dressing comfortably, not caring too much about how you look, you took your notebook, laptop, pens and of course, some chamomile tea, hoping he would like it.

You took the bus to his neighborhood and knocked at his door. After a few minutes waiting, Simon opens the door, he seems like he just woke up, his hair messy and his eyes looks heavy. His eyebrows frowns, he apparently didn't liked seeing you here. "What do you want?" He says, his voice deep as ever. "The science project." You answered, looking at him, trying to sound friendly.

"it's fuckin' ten in the morning, go back to your house. We have until Monday to do this shit and I don't want to do it today, go wash some dishes or a laundry and leave me alone." He spitted, closing the door, not leaving space for you to talk. You were surprised, you didn't expected the quiet, introverted Simon to be like that. You were determined! You has things to do tomorrow and you need this project ready today.

You knock on the door again, "Go away!" He yells, "I have something for you!" You yell back and after a few minutes of silence, he opens the door and you show him the chamomile tea box, he looks at you and then at the box and grabs it, "come in." He says, his voice tired and he opens the door to you. You step inside, taking off your shoes and leaving it at the doorway.

The house was kinda messy, a lot of boxes here and there, especially of pizzas and the kitchen smelled like tea. "Where are your parents?" You asks Simon, following him inside the house. "They're on vacation and they decided I'm old enough to be home alone." He mumbles and then turns to you.

"Who gave you my address?" He questions, crossing his arms. You were slightly intimidated, he was so big for a teenager, it was probably good genetics and maybe gym? you never saw him working out. Maybe the fact he was always dressing hoodies and sweaters that covered his whole body also helped how you never noticed.

You gulps and looks at him, "John." You replies, he frowns slightly, "what John? I know a lot of Johns." He rolls his eyes. "Uh... MacTavish? Soap?" You nervously answers. He sighs and chuckles, "of course, Soap." He teased and then started to prepare the tea, taking a kettle and filling it with water, boiling it on the stove.

The following minutes are silent, he wasn't looking at you, you just wanted to do the project and get out of there. You open your mouth but then hesitated, so stayed quiet. "Are you going to stay there stare at me?" Simon looked at you from over his shoulder, making you feel small even if you two didn't had a big height difference.

You look away and shakes your head in an no and he turns back to the kettle, he puts the tea bag in the boiling water and waits a few minutes before turning off the heat and pouring the tea into a cup. He drinks it and sighs, his face softening. He then turns to you, "You want some?" He offers, you hesitantly nods, he pours some tea into a cup and hands it to you. You drink it and being honest, you didn't liked tea much but this one tasted good.

Simon smiles a bit, it seems like tea brings him to a better mood, "What's your name?" He asks, you frowns a bit, you two were a duo project and he didn't know your name... You tell him your name and he nods. You two talk for a while, drinking tea.

It was now 12pm and you had things to do at 2pm, so you interrupts him. "Let's do the project, I need to go in a few hours." His smile fades and he nods. He leads you to his bedroom upstairs, you take your laptop from your backpack and you two sit on the floor and starts working on the project. You two were finished at exactly 1:40pm, the project wasn't perfect but it had to be that because you were a busy person and didn't had time tomorrow.

"oh god, I'm gonna be late for my volleyball practice." You panics, quickly organizing everything. You didn't had a driving license yet so you had to take the bus that took a long time to arrive so you will definitely be late... "I'll drive you there." Simon says, taking you out of your trance, "Really? You don't need to, i can take the bus-" "Yeah, let's go, c'mon." He cuts you off.

He takes your hand and your backpack for you, walking you to the garage. You jump into the passenger seat and he goes to the driver seat, you give him the address of the place and he starts driving as fast as legally as possible. Your hair flying in the wind as you laugh.

You arrive at the place a bit late, like 5 minutes late but it's better than 30 minutes late at least. You jump out of the car fast and runs to the entrance, "see you at Monday!" You yell at Simon and waves at him beflre entering, he waves back and you can see a weak smile on his face.

Is this the start of something more than a friendship?

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🌸 my requests are open by the way! Hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry if it it's too small, I'm still learning :)

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callme-dickmaster · 1 year

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Four - I Love Halloween

summary: halloween night brings near car accidents and the entrance too a party. pairing: eddie munson x fem!goth!mayfield!reader cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, i don't think i projected in this one, language, mentions of abuse, billy hargrove, almost unaliving middle schoolers, mentions throwing up, underage drinking -i think that's all- author's note: i can't with these warnings lolll. I'm sooo sorry this one took so long omg. I've been so busy with work and I am so sick rn it's ridiculous. But I'm gonna write anyway :) pls let me know if i missed any warnings. love you <3

<< Part 3 --- Part 5 >>

Y/n bounced her leg nervously as her and Billy waited for Max to come out of the school. "Dude where is she?" she mumbled. Billy shrugged, dragging his cigarette. Y/n sighed and stared at the hill Max skated down the day before. Just as she was about to go up there and get her herself, Max came gliding their way. She smiled nervously at Y/n and kicked up her board.

Billy sighed, tossing his cigarette. "You're late again," he said.

"I had to get catch up homework," Max replied, tossing her board in the backseat. "Jesus. I don't care! You're late again and you're skating home," Billy replied. Y/n narrowed her eyes at him as Max crawled into the backseat. "Don't go after my sister like that, man," Y/n sighed. "Or what?" Billy sneered.

"I'll tell."

Billy's face dropped and Y/n got in the car. Billy got in right after and turned the car on. In his little temper tantrum, he swerved out of the parking lot a little too fast, almost hitting a group of middle schoolers on the way out. Y/n stole Billy's lighter and opened the glove box. She grabbed one of her rolled joints and lit up, cracking the window.

"This place is such a shithole," Billy complained as they sped through the neighborhoods. Max and Y/n shrugged. "I like it," Y/n replied. "Yeah, it isn't so bad," Max added.

Billy dramatically rolled his eyes. The sisters constantly got on his nerves. They would disagree with him and agree with each other just to push his buttons, and they wouldn't hesitate to toss him under a semi-truck if they needed to.

He rolled Y/n's window down all the way and plugged his nose. "Smell that? That's actually shit! Cow shit!" Billy exclaimed. Y/n stuck her face out the window and inhaled deeply. It didn't actually smell like cow shit, she just wanted to gross Billy out.

"I don't see cows, man," Y/n replied, rolling up her window. Billy scoffed, "Clearly you haven't seen the high school girls," he mumbled, earning a snort from Y/n.

Billy rolled his eyes, "So, what? You like it here now?" Max shook her head and said no. Y/n smiled, "Yeah."

"Gross! You're not serious right?" Billy asked. Y/n shrugged, inhaling more smoke. "I figure it like this," she blew it out, "we got moved here and we're kinda stuck here. Might as well try and enjoy myself."

Billy glared at Max through his rearview mirror. He blamed her. He didn't like Max at all. He could tolerate Y/n in small doses, but he didn't like her either. He found them both insufferable. "Yeah, we are stuck here. You're right. And whose fault is that?" Billy growled. "Yours..." Max whispered. Billy picked up on her attitude quickly. He knew he should've just left her to skate home. "What'd you say? You say it's my fault?" Billy snapped. "Dude, she didn't say anything," Y/n said. Billy hushed her and kept looking at Max. "You know whose fault it is..." he trailed off.

His eyes were set on the redhead in the backseat. Max shrunk into herself trying to make herself as small as possible.

"Say whose fault it is," no answer, "Max... say it." Y/n shook her head and Max kept her mouth shut.

Billy finally snapped, leaning into the backseat and screaming in Max's face. Y/n yelled, but Billy swiftly changed gears and sped up the car. "Billy, I swear to fuck! If you kill me in this car I will fucking castrate you!" Y/n yelled. Billy flipped her off and slammed on the gas. "Billy slow down!" Max called. She could see the three boys biking ahead of them. They weren't friends but she didn't want to see them get hurt. "Why? These your new hick friends?" Billy yelled. Y/n leaned forward and squinted. "I don't know them! Just slow down!" Max replied frantically. She shook Y/n's shoulder with a pleading look on her face.

Y/n looked between her and the kids they were rapidly approaching. "Billy, they're just a couple kids. Let it go!" Y/n said, shoving his shoulder. Billy ignored them completely. He was having fun and didn't care about the consequences. Max yelled at him to stop, begging the older boy to stop the car or slow down. Y/n braced herself for impact but when none came, she opened her eyes and looked behind her.

"Dude, that was fucked up, man! I'm serious, don't do that!" Y/n exclaimed. She was nervous the rest of the ride home, but luckily Billy was done with his bullshit.

Y/n and Max practically ran into the house to start changing into their costumes. Y/n was going as Wendy from The Shining because she couldn’t find any funny costumes on short notice. Max came in in her costume with a huge smile. “Can I use your pillowcase? It’s bigger than mine,” she asked. Y/n laughed and said okay. Max ran to grab Y/n’s body pillow and stripped it of the case.

When they were both ready to go, Max and Y/n walked around their neighborhood for a bit getting some early candy so Max could eat while she walked later. Y/n also just wanted candy. They looped back around when the sun set, and Y/n met Steve Harrington in her front yard.

“Steve!” he turned around and smiled at her. “Hey! I was gonna go up there and everything and you weren’t even home,” he spoke. Y/n held up her bag full of candy.

“All for some 3 Musketeers. How dare you?” Steve laughed.

Y/n grinned, “So sorry good sir. But I would make you explain to Billy why you’re at my house a million times if it brought me closer to nougat.” She kissed her Ziploc and smiled happily at him.

Steve nearly made a face at the feeling her looking at him like that gave him. it wasn’t a bad feeling. He felt like he was a middle schooler. Crushing on a girl who wouldn’t even look twice at him.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Y/n asked, circling him. “Oh, Risky Business,” Steve gave her the finger guns.

Y/n nodded slowly, “I’ve never seen that.”

Steve stopped and gaped at her. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’ve never seen Risky Business?!” he exclaimed. Y/n shook her head, and he ran a hand through his hair.

Steve shook his head, “No. We’re fixing that. Tonight, you’re coming back to mine and we’re watching Risky Business.” Y/n shrugged and agreed. It was just Steve so who cares? “Well, who are you?” he fired back. “I’m the dumb bitch wife from The Shining!” Y/n exclaimed before faking a scared expression and flopping her hands in her face. Steve laughed and decided to take her to the car so they could get Nancy and leave before the party was too crowded. Y/n put her candy in the glove box, and they were off.

“Where’s Nancy?” she asked.

“Your house is closer to mine than hers is. Plus, I don’t think she would’ve been ready to go if I went there first,” Steve said.

Y/n chuckled and turned on the radio. Psycho Killer by Talking Heads started playing and Y/n laughed. “W-what?” Steve stuttered. Y/n shook her head, hiding a smile. Steve poked her shoulder over and over to pester her into spilling. “Okay! Okay! It’s just a very Steve song to play,” she said. Steve laughed, “What does that mean?” Y/n turned in her seat to face him.

“Like, if I thought of you. If I were thinking ‘Steve Harrington’ I would think of that song. Or Girls on Film. That would work too,” Y/n explained.

Steve hummed, nodding slowly. His expression slowly turned into a teasing smile. “Aww Y/n… You think about me!” he teased. “No sir! Nope!” Y/n laughed. “You totally do! You’re so into me, it hurts,” Steve continued. Y/n punched his arm with a fake angry face. “I’m gonna beat you up, I swear,” she said.

Now, she would be lying if she said she didn’t find Steve a little attractive, but not like a boyfriend attractive. More like a “I would hit it for the one time and move on” kind of attractive.

Y/n looked out her window when Steve parked outside a nice two-story house with Nancy standing outside. “What’s up, baby?” Y/n yelled, sticking her whole upper body out of the window. Nancy covered her mouth and laughed, forcing Y/n back into her seat before hopping in the backseat. The trio listened to music and talked the rest of the way to the party and Y/n wondered if she would see Eddie there. “He-hey. What do you guys know about Eddie Munson?” Y/n asked. Steve made a face and Nancy looked confused again. “Isn’t he that weird kid?” Steve asked. Nancy nodded and looked at Y/n. “I have third period with him. I was just wondering,” she said.

Steve shrugged and parked the car in the street in front of the house that was already packed with drunk, high, and sweaty teenagers.

Y/n took out her bag of “special stuff” and checked to make sure it was all there. “Shit, Y/n!” Steve breathed in surprise. She looked at him with a “what?” expression on her face. “I didn’t know you did that stuff,” Steve said. “Yeah. It keeps me calm and helps my pains,” Y/n said, stuffing it back in her jacket pocket before jumping out of the car and following the couple inside.

“Don’t act all innocent, Steve. You and Tommy used to smoke together all the time,” Nancy laughed. Steve put a finger to his lips and shushed her. Y/n snorted and followed the couple inside. She sidestepped a girl throwing up and took Nancy’s hand. “No ma’am,” Y/n whispered. Nancy snickered and pulled her further into the house. Y/n’s eyes widened. Toilet paper, food, cups, anything you could think of was thrown all over the house either in decoration or just to be thrown. She recognized the counting outside for the keg they obviously bought for this party. It smelled like ass in the house, but Y/n felt like she didn’t want to leave.

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imunbreakabledude · 23 days

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listen I don't mean this as actual shade at jagex because I know their job is hard & also I have faith that they'll read all the complains to the latest blog about the group boss & present a reworked version... they're pretty good at taking feedback (to a point) lately...

but oh my god is it just comical what they've presented here in light of what they've talked about in recent updates, it almost feels like they've got totally separate teams on each project that aren't really looking at what's recently come into the game or what else is allegedly coming soon

this new group boss will supposedly give

a new herblore secondary for a new potion... right after we've had a whole discussion and poll about rewards for the HERBLORE ACTIVITY ...?? (i know it's not illegal for herblore rewards to come from something else, idk, it just feels silly)

a new midgame magic weapon that in most cases is better than ibans but worse than trident... that uses earth runes... right after they introduced warped sceptre a few months ago???

said magic weapon is 3 tick so would hypothetically have a niche where faster attack speed is useful... except that it will almost certainly be useless in raids due to requiring a specific spellbook and not having a high enough max hit to oneshot mobs vs other mage weapons???

said magic weapon will also almost certainly cost more to use than similar options like ibans/warped due to needing the tome of earth+pages... and the fact that a faster cast speed means 25%+ more runes used for the same amount of combat???

the hypothetical use case for said magic weapon will obviously come with the elemental weaknesses which aren't even live yet... and, ok, this could be an earth-niche weapon... but a lot of the monsters that we know are weak to earth were dragons, meaning you likely want a dragonfire shield, which means you can't use the tome of earth???

as it's presented here it's like... this wand is great if you're a main who wants to kill metal dragons but can't afford a lance/dhcb and you want something that's a little better than trident but will cost more upkeep to use, and all of this is presuming of course that you as a midlevel main aren't gonna just skip metal dragons tasks because they're ass anyway....

OR I suppose as a mid/latemid game iron who doesn't have harm... to take advantage of anything with an earth spell weakness?

Does this presage that their plan for the whole elemental weakness debacle, to avoid Harm being the "Elemental BIS" for every element, is to eventually make a specific niche weapon/spell for each element like this... meaning shadow would be the overall magic BIS, harmonized staff would be the "overall elemental BIS" and then thered be 4 more affordable/accessible "air/earth/fire/water bis" wands to go with respective tomes???

look i know they want more "reward space" but this is just getting more and more convoluted and it isn't even live in the game yet

(i'm assuming the other "niche" for this weapon is that it will almost certainly be the BIS or sub-megarare-BIS for this boss itself, if they give the boss a huge Earth weakness, that's definitely been a trend in their designs lately and I don't have any issue with that...)

but it's just sooooo strange that this weapon feels like it's partly a solve for something they just solved (warped sceptre) and partly a solve for a combat system that doesn't exist in the live game yet (elemental weaknesses) while ignoring plenty of other suggestions and things they've even mentioned themselves as reward spaces that could be filled out more (Crush DPS spec weapon? lower tier magic neck slot to fit in before occult? or on the other hand, an attachment for occult to upgrade it to get back some of its stats after the nerf? tho that might be a bit too soon bc that would increase overall max mage dps. a simple 'Magic dragonbane weapon' in a less convoluted way than this? A tribrid shield? A recoil shield?)

so yeah again i'm not actually mad I'm just like... confused at a lot of their various pitches lately when seen together in sequence because it almost feels like people in that office ain't talking to each other lol

#osrs sp #d

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timemachineyeah · 1 year

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Hiya I just stumbled across your Mr Robinson post. First of all condolences, I saw that he died a few years ago. Second, I'm very much curious, what subject is he supposed to teach? I couldn't really figure it out from the stories..

So I was in the gifted program at our school

(istg if y’all start gifted kid discourse in notes I will block you! yes everyone should have access to higher quality education, no don’t invalidate other people’s trauma, and this post about my BELOVED DEAD FORMER MENTOR FIGURE WHO DIED WELL BEFORE HIS TIME IN AN ACCIDENT is not the place to talk about it! My notes are not for that discussion thank you!)

and the way the program worked, we had two teachers who taught all subjects - often in interlocking or combined ways. Like a science project that uses the math we’re learning or a history project that ties into scientific advancements of the time, etc.

Like we still had “hours” and “subjects” technically, but only sometimes did the bell ringing indicate we were changing tasks. Depending on where we were in the curriculum it might just mean we all take a five minute break and get back to it.

Our two teachers were Mrs C and Mr R. Sixth graders had Mrs C for the morning and Mr R for the afternoon. Seventh graders had the reverse. Some of the subjects they were technically responsible for switched places when we changed grades - I think C was science in sixth grade and R was in seventh - but they often worked together on kind of interlocking curriculums. So on rare occasions both grades would be together and more commonly we’d sort of make… blind tag team projects? Like our project and their project technically combined into a bigger project.

Or we’d go on lots of hikes and stuff as a group or have big group classes outside. We did lots of catching live bugs and drawing plants with Mrs C. There was a creek right near the school so we didn’t have to go far to see the local wildlife.

I think Mrs C and Mr R pioneered the program together. Our class was the last to finish it as it was run. No Child Left Behind passed in March that year. The program ended with us that June.

Mrs C and Mr R were both fighting to get the program expanded and adopted for all the classes. Like we were supposed to be the proof of concept. They cried when we graduated seventh grade. The sixth graders were all in the room knowing the fun they’d had that year would be cut in half from what it had been planned as.

Our grades were good and our education was top notch and we tested well and I don’t even think it was that much more expensive than what funding a classroom already costs - if at all.

No Child Left Behind has its clear part of the blame - the timing of when the program was canceled and when that was being pushed are obviously linked - I also think it was honestly too liberal for our community. Like, sure, we were happier, learned better, liked school more, passed our tests, etc. But we also had hard discussions about race. We also protested the administration. Good Christian children often from wealthy families were questioning authority too much. Imagine if it got to the rest?

This is just speculation on my part. But it’s not without its evidence.

My wording on the original post was unclear, so let me be clear here: Mr Robinson wasn’t lying when he said we weren’t supposed to learn world religion.

It really was a forbidden subject. We actually did have to hide it from faculty.

Now, this did also make it more fun and compelling for us. And we did treat it like a spy game. But we also knew it wasn’t a game. They could actually get in trouble. And I don’t know. Maybe they did. Or maybe whether someone complained or not, the higher ups just noticed. This program was producing smart kids, high achieving kids, sure, but it was also producing problem kids that questioned the status quo.

And there are people that that kind of education wouldn’t serve.

Anyway to answer your question he taught math, social studies, and sometimes science, but really he taught everything in tag team with Mrs C. Except gym and band.

#timemachine wuz here #mr robinson

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vinbee631 · 9 months

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13 - The Bar Isn’t the Best Place to Find Advice, Thank God We’re In the Hallway

Prodigal Sons and Daughters Alike

If Janus had known private high school was going to be filled with as much teenage angst as regular public high school, he never would have bothered with the hours of work it took to apply.

Little Janus angst for the soul, title loosely based on Shape of You by Ed Sheeran because I Could Not Think of Anything Else and it's funny.

god, i love their dynamic so much.

If Janus had known private high school was going to be filled with as much teenage angst as regular public high school, he never would have bothered with the hours of work it took to apply.

That was only partially untrue, unfortunately.

It did not help that he’d chosen a track that was full of the most dramatic individuals on the planet: actors and dancers.

Yes, he was also very dramatic, what of it? It takes one to know one, after all. He reserved the right to be critical of all his whiny classmates, when he too, spent an unreasonable amount of time complaining and being a pain in the ass.

It would seem, with every bone in his body being the dramatic and sarcastic ones, that he would fit in well with his department.

The fact that his only ‘friends,’ if you could even call them that, were exclusively his dormmates, only one of which was even close to being in his track, did not back up that statement whatsoever.

Despite being much more outspoken than a certain recluse roommate the twins had initially taken to creating conspiracy theories about and inevitably started scheming about instead of actually talking to him, Janus did not succeed in the department of making and keeping friends, he never had.

So, when faced with the sudden reminder one of his classes involved a semester-long group project without assigned partners, he realized he had just been royally fucked, pardon the french.

It was enough to forget about the fact he was supposed to be planning his big get-to-know-Virgil thing the others had been chatting about excitedly for a few days now.

Logan’s success on the matter didn’t help, either. There was now an expectation that Janus had to come up with something convincing enough that Virgil would actually agree to it, he didn’t have the crutch of someone else’s failure. No, that would be too easy.

With all that in mind, it was a bit easier to explain how he found himself in his next, and most current, predicament. One that he literally ran into as he was distractedly making his way to his next class.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. One would think that brainstorming and walking would be easy to multitask, but I’ve never been the type to effectively do two things at once.” Janus crouched down to help the poor sap he’d rammed into gather the papers they’d been carrying.

“Whatever, it’s fine,” the person replied, and Janus glanced up to find he recognized that prickly voice. He smirked up at Virgil, handing him the rest of his scattered papers.

“Well, if my apology isn’t good enough, I’m not quite sure what else you expect from me. As great as turning back time would be, that is unfortunately not in my skillset at this time.” A filter in this situation would have been immensely helpful, but he was pleasantly surprised at Virgil’s snort in response.

“Really? It’s not that hard to learn. I took an online course over the summer, you should consider it,” Virgil snarked back, surprisnging himself and Janus.

The latter scoffed. “Not all of us have ample free time to evolve beyond human nature, although if you have any better, less time-consuming options, I hope you will keep me in the loop, yes?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “If you don’t have the patience for the zoom meetings, that’s on you. But sure, if I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know, I guess.”

“Good, it’s the least you could do after rubbing your privilege in my face. Although… here’s an idea, perhaps we would both benefit from you teaching me instead? I wouldn’t get to complain about how hard to access the classes are, and you wouldn’t get to complain about my- laziness, or whatever,” Janus proposed sarcastically, inspecting his fingernails casually.

“Ah, I don’t know enough to be a teacher. I barely know enough to use it, to be honest, hence why I didn’t reverse time to stop this whole thing from happening. It’s finicky, takes years to perfect, and even longer to master it enough to teach it to someone.”

“Well, you see my predicament then! I’m not going to start learning something that takes years if I don’t have the time or motivation to do so. So I’ll appreciate you refraining from any judgment,” Janus continued, surprised Virgil was putting up with him for this long, but he was not about to point that out.

Virgil raised his hands in mock surrender. “I concede to you point. Although, I never said you had to master it, just that I was shocked you wouldn’t make an effort to try it out… Anyway, I gotta…uh, get to class now… Good talk.”

Janus nodded, a bit too scatterbrained to wave goodbye. In hindsight, that was his chance to keep Virgil’s attention, to offer to walk to class with him or carry the papers he had previously scattered, or- something.

Virgil surprised him once again by taking that step for him.

“Is… is everything- good?” When Janus glanced back up, he realized Virgil hadn’t, in fact, left for his class. He even had the decency to look a bit concerned for him, how sweet.

“Uh… yes, never been better,” Janus stammered to reply when he realized he’d taken a bit too long in his shock to respond, “why do you ask? I thought you had a very important class to be getting to.” Virgil shrugged. “You just… looked like something was- up, I guess.” He fidgeted with the straps of his bag as he spoke, obviously just as uncomfortable as Janus was with the question.

“Do you actually care?” Janus asked honestly. “I mean, I’m sure you have better ways to spend your time than listening to me complain about something I will likely have resolved in a week or two.”

Virgil simply shrugged again, going as far as to step to the side so they weren’t in the way of anyone walking past. “I have time, actually. And, I don’t know that I’ve seen you express any emotion other than smug, so you have me intrigued.”

Janus laughed. “I suppose that’s not entirely innacurate. I… suppose it sounds a bit silly out loud, but, well… I have yet to find a partner for a semester-long group project, and everyone in that class has already found someone to work with. And, as fun as it would be to interrupt someone’s hard work, joining an already established group would completely throw off all of my ideas.”

Virgil nodded in sympathy, pursing his lips. “I mean… does it have to be someone in that class? Like, I’m sure whoever the teacher is has other periods. Maybe, someone else in another class is looking for a partner?”

“It seems we do think alike,” Janus smiled grimly. “I already tried that, asked the teacher and everything. He said I have to join a group within my class, it would be too complicated to not be able to utilize our class time to finish the project.”

“Huh, I guess that’s reasonable. Sucks for you though…” Among all the outcomes Janus had complied in his head of this particular conversation, Virgil making an honest effort to help him had not been one. But hey, help was help, he wasn’t going to refuse it just because he was surprised it was happening.

“What… what kind of project is it? Is it something you can just- word-gymnastics your way into doing by yourself?” Another idea Janus had considered, and he shook his head ruefully.

“Um, well, I have the syllabus and assignment sheet if you even care that much. It’s a production class, more theater tech than acting, but we have to script and perform something, and we can either record it ourselves or perform it live. Has to be a collaboration, unfortunately, unless I want to fail the class.”

“Hm, you really are stuck,” Virgil muttered, reading over the papers Janus had handed to him. Now that he was this invested, he supposed there was no turning back. Honestly, he did kind of feel bad. He wouldn’t have said anything in the first place, but Janus had suddenly looked so- stressed. He wasn’t sure why that had tugged at his gut in the uncomfortable way it did, but now he was too far in to question that feeling.

“Oh, wait, maybe… I know your teacher said it had to be someone in that same period, but what if it’s someone not in the same class? You could… uh, write the whole thing yourself or whatever, then find someone you’re friends with to help put it on? Just like, anyone, but it might help if they’re at least in the same track, or track adjacent.”

Janus blinked, slowly smiling. “Huh, you’re onto something. I could try it. Honestly, I wouldn’t know who to ask, but if I get permission, that’s a start.”

“...Well, what about someone you see a lot? Like… one of our roommates or something?” Virgil suggested. “I know you guys spend a lot of time together, so it could be a fun side project, and you would still have plenty of time to actually…y’know, work together without the class time?”

Janus blinked. That was… actually really smart. “Well, I wouldn’t want to jump the gun. I will still have to check and ensure I am allowed to outsource my partner. But, that is really smart. Thanks, I- I really appreciate the help.”

“Hey, man, not a problem. Just as long as I don’t have to go talk to any teachers for you.” Virgil smirked, and Janus met his tentative eye contact with an appreciative smirk.

“First I make you listen to my problems, and help me with them, then I force you into social interaction? You think so cruelly of me, Virgil, I would never!”

Virgil snickered behind one of his hands. “You didn’t make me do anything, but… well, you’d be amazed at how selfish people can be.”

“Nah, I get it. One favor can turn into forging someone’s homework for the rest of the school year. I dunno what the public school system was getting at, but there are no benefits to being a smart kid,” Janus bemoaned.

“Bold of you to assume I was allowed to go to public school but yeah, something like that.” Virgil grimaced as he realized what had just come out of his mouth.

“What- what do you mean by allowed?”

“Nothing… just- um, forget it. See you.” Janus supposed he’d touched a nerve, as he watched Virgil speed off. Although, he had bigger problems to worry about at the moment. Namely, another debate with the offending semester project teacher.

Although, maybe he would be trying to have more conversations like that soon. Virgil was quite witty, and seemingly without even trying to be.

And, he was also responsible for Janus’ success in his project, when later that afternoon, Roman enthusiastically agreed to help, but only after he begged for the details of the conversation earlier.

Huh, he supposed this whole, befriending Virgil business was going to work out after all. With any luck, the others would have the same luck he and Logan had.

Oh, and that Virgil would get the hint and begin spending time with them willingly, that too, of course.

#sanders sides fanfiction #tss storytime 2023 #cw cursing #virgil sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders

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regrettablewritings · 2 years

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New season is out, so can I request 2, 13 and 17 for Steve Harrington please? Ty 💗

Every season b like

Steve: New year, new job

This has nothing to do with anything, i just wanted to make this crappy joke here ya go --

2) Who they want to please most: It would depend predominately on where he’s at in his life because the Steve we know now is not the same Steve we first met.

For most of his teens, Steve projected the image of a cool, confident guy who ruled Hawkins High with an iron coif: He had nothing to prove to anyone and, if anything, it was everyone else who had to prove to him they were worth the time of day. However, at the end of the day, Steve was the one who felt he had something to prove, and there were only so many smirks and wild parties he could throw to hide this fact. Even from himself.

The people whom he considered “friends” were more like people with whom he associated with; they weren’t the type he could be completely open with, though. Vulnerability just wasn’t welcome in their circle; it bummed people out, and Steve wasn’t supposed to be the droopy, emotional guy. But they were all he really had at the end of the day, and it wasn’t as though his old man thought he was even within a mile of the expectations placed on him. So Steve often found himself wilding out: He partied even when he was tired, he said and did mean things, he carried himself with an unearned level of arrogance.

But now he looks back on those days and grimaces.

“Jeeeeeesus!” he groans when a sudden memory splatters to the forefront of his mind one day. Thank God the kids didn’t really know him back then; that would’ve been embarrassing. Horrifying, really.

Because nowadays, Steve Harrington surrounds himself not with the cynical, “popular” crowd of yesterday, but a group of suspicious and cynical oddballs (mostly kids) whom he often finds himself playing babysitter. And despite how much griping and moaning he might do whenever shit inevitably hits the fan, Steve knows deep down he couldn’t be happier.

Because before, Steve sought to please people out of fear of rejection and disappointing them. But now he’s just driven to see that the needs of his friends are met because God knows after everything they’ve been through, they need it. Himself included, mind you: He thinks he’s earned himself some respect after fighting monsters, asshole older brothers, and the KGB

13) What kind of parent they would be: How he is now sets up a pretty good foundation of what type of dad Steve would be: Dry sense of humor, but surprisingly supportive with a stretchable tolerance for shenanigans despite how much he may complain. He’s very protective but probably even more so than he naturally would have been, given that the kids he’s been watching over live on a powder keg of weirdness and destruction.

Given further growth (and perhaps moving away from Hawkins), these traits would more likely than not stick. But on top of that, as a whole, it must be said: Steve would probably be That One Dad who everyone simultaneously sees as a dork, but also . . . he’s like a dork in a hot kind of way. Not quite a DILF but . . . Okay, yeah, maybe. Just a bit. His kids will never believe him when he insists he used to practically run the place back in high school but their friends’ moms (and a few of their dads) will taker a look at that healthy head of hair and that boyish smirk of his and will humor the idea.

But getting back to the point!

Given the people who’ve shaped his late-teens, early-20s (the Kids, Robin, Nancy), he’s just used to being around people with strange interests. Yeah, he doesn’t get LARPing and has no fucking clue what a Pokey-man is, but he’s still going to drop his kid off to go play dress up at the park, and he’ll nod along as they rant about something called a Myoo-too being “way too powerful”. And mind you, it’s not for lack of trying: Steve just doesn’t always get it. But he’s glad his kid somehow does because God forbid they grow up with his brains, he jokes.

The one thing of his he would definitely want them to have, though, is his perseverance. Which is a vague way of saying he hopes they can hold their own and fight if they can’t use their brains to get out of a situation.

It doesn’t matter if the stuff in Hawkins cleared or even if he moved away: Everything that happened completely affected him on so many levels that it’s hard for him to just embrace the world at face value, especially when his kid is involved. There could be enemies lurking beneath their very feet for all he knew!

His kid will spend years not knowing how much their dad debates on whether or not he should show them the barbed-wire bat he keeps locked up in the garage. The older they get, the more his mind gets dragged back to it. Would they benefit from knowing, even if nothing ever happens? Would they even believe him if he told them? A younger him might’ve leaned more towards keeping the truth secret but now? He isn’t so sure.

He never wants his child to hide things from him – he knows it’s bound to happen, but he just hopes their bond is strong enough that they at least feel comfortable telling him about things they’d discovered. Whether it’s about their sexuality, or that they found a quadrupedal monster escapee from some nuclear test site hanging out in their backyard. Because, hey, it could totally happen at this point.

All in all, an S-Tier Dad.

17) What they'd sing at karaoke:

It would depend on one main factor: Is there a cute girl present? If so, something by Bruce Springsteen. If not, still something by Bruce Springsteen.

Steve may not be a Dad yet (and Springsteen may not be Dad Rock yet), but the writing has been on the wall: Steve and The Boss have been cleaved together, forever more. And he’s gonna use that bond to bind himself to a sweet little lady.

. . . Now if only he could actually sing it.

“I’m On Fire” is a very soft, quiet song, so you’d think it’d be easy enough to honey up the honey across the room while he’s making bedroom eyes, right? Wrong! Robin watches in two-parts amusement, three-parts horror as her ears and try their damndest to make sense of what the hell is going on up there.

Wasn’t this the same guy who boasted about being a good swimmer? Shouldn’t he have better control of his breath if that’s the case? Why does it sound like his own voice is trying to crawl out of his mouth like it doesn’t want to be associated with him!?

These questions, unfortunately, are never answered. Worse: That cutie Steve had been serenading from across the room somehow didn’t feel pulled in by his siren song.

He tries not to be too bummed out by it, instead choosing to go up again to sing something more upbeat. In all fairness, it’s a lot easier to forgive tone deafness when the person singing seems to be having fun. Or is a little buzzed.

Is he totally butchering “Rosalita”? Absolutely. Are his awkward attempts at hip gyrations and trying to look like a stud giving Robin both secondhand embarrassment and the need to hurl? Oh, completely.

There is no upside to this: Steve cannot sing, and Robin regrets convincing him to try out karaoke with her.

Thank you so very much to the anon who requested! I’m so sorry it took this long!!!!

#steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcanon #character hc meme #regrettablewritings #I am fully aware that Joe Keery has a lovely singing voice #however it is self-care for me when i write characters played by people who CAN sing as being unable to carry a note #*posts this while ignoring the internal fear that Steve is potentially on the chopping block*

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Brief thoughts on YOU KNOW WHAT from 2.0 Penacony's story because I've seen a lot of complaints I don't agree with. Yes this is another Penacony rant, hopefully the last one I make.

A common issue I've seen some people bring up with Firefly and her death is that it was too quick. Commonly this goes as follow: She's someone we just met, she didn't have enough time to flesh out her character, and it was so sudden and early that it didn't make me (the people making this argument, not like, me) feel anything.

I can kinda see why people feel this way but here's my counter-arguments because goddamn do I hate seeing their "hot takes" that tumblr insist on showing me for some reason and I need to get this out even if no one will read it.

We just met and she didn't get enough screentime to care. This sounds reasonable, but I think that's the point. At the secret base, she basically lets it all out. She's clearly been forced to hold all her feelings in, and now she finally found Trailblazer, who's willing to listen and be with her even if they may have conflicting objectives. From this point forth is where pur relationship with her will build, and maybe we can figure something out and avoid being enemies.

All of that hope and anticipation is cut short by her being killed so quickly after. We don't get the time to learn about her more. We don't get to know her objective, her original purpose here, nor do we get to see the potential future we could've built towards. That's why it hurts so much more. That is why it's sad. Sure objectively yeah, she didnt get enough screentime or whatever. But that's the point. We got to the 1st high point where we get to really know her, and it all gets cut off right then and there.

Leading to the other point, her death I think keeps the plot going. End of the day a character death is gonna be tough to write. People might love them and be reduced to tears, or people might be indifferent and barely bat an eye. By doing this so early, before the 2nd half, Hoyo gets to hit both audiences.

For those who cared about Firefly like myself, it hits hard for all the reasons stated among others. But for those who didn't take to her, to put it bluntly, she's now dead and out of the picture. Which if anything should be a good thing, yet I've seen more than a few posts from this very group of people still complaining anyway.

Another complaint I don't get is "Why is Trailblazer crying for someone they met like 2 hours ago". First off, does the actual duration of time matter, or what happened within that timeframe? It's abundantly clear from the Secret Base scene that both Firefly and Trailblazer trust each other, even if they may be on opposing "teams". Also, if you watched the entire story and decided to project your indifference onto the MC, I do wonder what it takes to get you emotionally invested in anything. Just sounds like a terrible way to enjoy any media. Finally, even though that last bit was just me being annoyed, think about this: Trailblazer has never seen a death that matters.

Cocolia's death doesn't matter to us since she backstabs us and is evil the whole time we know her. Bronya's the only one actually familiar with her. Tingyun is friendly, but our relationship with her never goes beyond acquaintances. Firefly in contrast is someone who Trailblazer genuinely cares about and gets close to during their entire stay in Penacony. And she was killed right in front of them with no warning, build up, or fanfare. She's dead, and her body is gone. No big send off, no dramatic tension leading to this moment. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and between the walking Stellaron, Mysterious Galaxy Ranger, and Memokeeper, not one of these 3 powerhouses could save her despite being right there.

That's fucking devastating to me. If you didn't have the empathy to understand that much, then I worry for your mental health.

#rode's rants

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Watch "CAPTIVE STATE | Official Trailer | Focus Features" on YouTube

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Here they made up a game for some sort of insurgent program that is one of our projects and it's a huge one and it's the wrong thing to do and although it's the wrong area they are sending feelers down to Arizona and we do not appreciate what they're doing the nature and secrecy of the Phoenix project is huge and what they don't understand it's extremely dangerous and no none of you are qualified here humans on Earth are not exactly human and you don't understand that either and it really does preclude you. The danger levels of this particular mission that we're on are extremely high and beyond your imagination you don't understand what we're talking about because the scope is so large and we do they said it to Mr Goodman and he said I don't understand what you're saying and repeat it with different words please and you wouldn't and he wouldn't describe it

Hera Zues

It's kind of language is disturbing me and they're up there and there's plenty going on for them to look at and talking about this operation Phoenix and the terrace got a hold of it and they're imitating the words they don't know what it means and I'm putting this marking all over the place and some people want us to try and figure it out like Garth who heard him saying it and they don't understand what he's saying something about the Sun and it has to be diffused and it will still operate it works on gas and we don't understand what the hell he's talking about so we are going to try and investigate it and we don't understand what he's talking about now. There's some things that we probably don't want to know about what he's talking about now we might not only know about we can't do the kind of thing we'll never be able to no but right now it's beyond our scope completely

Mac

I need to know about it I'm in the movie talking about it it says it's better not to know about it or to talk about it we should ask someone before you talk about it and that's what I'm saying that's very rude what you're saying but he says it's impossible for survival unless someone does something and there's a group is going to do something and I agree we're not responsible enough to do something about it

Goodman I still want to know because I have curiosity right now it's insatiable what the hell are we talking about a time limit he says so we're screwed and we're screwing people and screwing more people so we should get stuff but probably not under this condition no

I'm going ahead with this film cuz we don't have a choice and apparently Jason is up there is taking ships and he is raiding cuz we're tied up with the clones in a very large army with our large army

Bja Jenna

How many time for this my name is not Jenna but it is these people are very rude to him very obscene Jason was ridiculous I saw what he was doing the whole time he wouldn't budge kept on trying to bump into a spike bumped into it right after he told him not to get it wet and not to bump it more or less so the assholes in trouble and so is Tommy f who came down and just wanted him to get a read it's on the screw so I took off mad and APB were issued on him not on our friend and he was in full gear as a cop and I'll tell you what they have like commando cop gear on and Dan was doing it too and he got arrested and Tommy f was arrested I've never seen anything like this he tells these people this Guy's in my way so they come down and bother him his cops and get arrested I know the feds are on it but really there's a lot of feds around here and out in the boardwalk and he's going come on it's the first time you seen a bike and they go okay they allow them here and they're all federal agents okay who's complaining and a whole bunch of idiots come out and the cops are sent to grab all of them and all these people have always got grabbed it's running around yelling at people I don't know about you but this a madhouse and this operation Phoenix is insane but he said really it's just a matter of saving people from destruction and it says responsibility in his position and I sort of get that and it is beyond our scope it'll probably see stupid things that we don't want to see but that's the way it goes. Besides that we haven't seen massive machines okay they're surprising so I'll probably get over it and more so it's not going to be the hugest surprise but these people are very rude and wrong and acting very weird and this movie space Odyssey explains it so they're going to publish this because I want people to see it this movie too this is a weird reaction to this instance and I don't know why they would be doing it the computer is a wacko computer it's way out there but who cares so have the strange reaction like they have to go down there and look at it. And I don't know what they're looking at and he doesn't either he's wearing gear it says radiation but the gear he's wearing is for observation and aliens around that's so sure I understand I've seen you I've seen these elevators and they're going to ships and Mr goodmans and other movies that are really tertiary it's not like right on top of things there's a different character and was on those spaceships the space Odyssey ships. He changes characters and when after monsters so I do understand you could be a monster and a big one and he says it's now occurring to him but it could be he's in Cloverfield Lane and a different character in Cloverfield and that's what he's going down to see and we know where this is and we're going to this mission and God help us all because this is a monster that took that ship out from that song and he's going to show us in the videos that he looks at this is what it is I help figure it out and I worked with him before and we can figure stuff out and it's not really that complicated and it didn't necessarily know it

Former CIA director

#Youtube

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robotpals · 2 years

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Ok I need to complain for a minute!!!

Law school is terrible and evil blah blah it kills your soul etc. but it is professional in a way that I really appreciated. Like you have exactly one thing that determines your grade—a final exam at the end of the semester. During the semester, you have tons to read, but there are no assignments or anything, just the chance of being cold called during class (which, while truly terrifying and mortifying, is over by the end of class). You need to be diligent enough to make and adhere to your own study schedule, but there’s no hand holding or busy work or wasting your time.

In comparison to that, my grad school program feels like being back in high school 🤪 if high school were WORSE! like I have tons of stupid little assignments and projects and papers to work on! During the semester!!! And it would be one thing if the assignments were rewarding or taught me anything, but they’re just. Silly. Like I had to write a narrative about my personal experiences with literacy (which. LOL) and in another class, I’m doing a group project where we’re pretending to be reference librarians—but unlike being an actual reference librarian (where, you know, you do a little research and try to help someone in an efficient use of both your and your patron’s time), we have to make a giant list of everything we looked at and then rank what we find and then reflect on our research process (LOL! What does that even mean!).

And the teaching is so lacklustre? Like at no point have I felt like any of my teachers have any idea what they’re doing. The first day in each of my three class, we didn’t even have any assignments or reading (which is INSANEE after law school) but none of my professors took the three minutes necessary to talk through the arc of the semester? Like—“each week you will have XX due. And the three big projects during the semester will be A, B, and C.” Instead, it was like “oh oops! I’ve spent twenty minutes saying pointless stuff but now let me tell you what my name is.” Class discussions are unfocused, lectures are nonsensical, the pacing of each session is like a nightmare—it sucks! Every single class sucks!

Also, I was told over and over again while applying that this program is responsive to all sorts of librarianship, so as an academic law librarian I would still be able to learn a lot… but that has not been my experience. Every time we get a stupid bs assignment, I email the professor to ask if I can make one or two small modifications to make it applicable to me and they’re always like “um… I don’t know….” (Like. I’ll ask if I can cite using the Bluebook or if I can do a “book talk” on an academic legal work instead of a novel and yet that’s too much? LOL?) And literally everything is tailored to public libraries—which is fine! And maybe makes sense for their student population! But I wish they would have been transparent and told me that before I gave them a bajillion dollars to go here (jk it’s dirt cheap compared to other programs. But I’m still going to complain 😈)

So I’m already predisposed to thinking that this whole program is a waste of my time! And then, last week I emailed my “advisor” (who, by the way, the first time I met him he was supposed to talk to me about my fall semester schedule, and instead he spent the whole entire time talking about his own research interests—also, btw, he’s not even a librarian so why exactly is he tenure track faculty here?!?) to ask him to meet with me to discuss that I want to do a thesis. And today, I sat in the zoom room for 45 minutes waiting for him and he never showed! I emailed three times and still haven’t gotten a response. So not only is the program treating me like a baby, but the professors don’t even have the decency to respect my time!!!

And it’s just so insanely frustrating because this program is meant to be doable as a person working full time but come on. How am I supposed to work full time and take a full semester load of classes when my classes are endless exercises in pointlessness and my professors don’t even bother to treat me like a fellow professional?

And it’s extra EXTRA annoying because, like, not be that person but I’m a tenure track faculty member at a law school. I outrank most of my teachers, who are just adjunct instructors 🤪 they should be bowing down to ME!

#and the thesis thing really annoys me because that’s like the one thing that might actually be beneficial to me…. but alas!#how silly of me to think I could get something valuable out of grad school!

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miss-writes-a-lot · 2 years

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Rwby1920's Au 1. Welcoming the Unwelcomed

After months, probably a year of me teasing this, I have finally written the first part of my Rwby1920's au! It's pretty much a bunch of characters from the main rwby team (and their friends) at a big party getting into shenanigans all in one night. I don't have a consistent schedule for this so don't expect the next part to come out so soon. Even though it's summer, I have other projects to work on, so updates will be sparce. So without further Ado, here's Rwby 1920's!

Part 1: Welcoming the Unwelcomed

Characters: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Professor Ozpin, Maylea Pine (Oc), Garnet Merlot Pine (Oc), Weiss Schnee (mentioned)

Summary: Ruby and Yang decide to crash the biggest party of the year.

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Ruby did not want to crash a party on her one Friday night without schoolwork, let alone crash the biggest party of the year in all of Vale.

The Schnee’s ‘Let’s show these people how much money we have’ winter ball was reserved for the high class and the highly regarded, both things that the Xiao-Long Rose sisters were not. At least in the eyes of their friend Weiss’ father, who had grown a very large distaste for the two sisters after the disaster that was Weiss’ 17th birthday party earlier that year.

So when Yang threw one of her fancy silver dresses at her and dragged her in the direction of the Schnee manor in the gated community that was Atlas Drive, she nearly fainted in front of the gates. She begged and pleaded, kicked and screamed for Yang to turn around so they wouldn’t get into trouble but her cries fell on deaf ears.

They were hiding in the shaped shrubbery to the right of the entrance. Crowds of people were already filing in, all dressed in their most gorgeous garbs and precious pearls – things that Ruby did not have because in their haste, Yang had neglected to properly prepare their sister for their night of reluctant revelry. She was shaking in her stupid lady stilts as she watched Yang touch up her purple eye makeup for the 9th time in a row.

“Yang, can we please go home? Weiss can tell us all about the party at school when we see each other on Monday!” Ruby exclaimed.

“Oh Ruby, don’t be such a stick in the mud! You spend way too much time buried in your books! You need to start living a little! Embrace breaking the rules every once in a while!”

“But Yang! You know Weiss’ dad hates our gits! What if he finds us!”

Yang shrugged. “Why would he waste his time on finding a couple of delinquent girls in his ginormous manor? If he does, he does. It’s not like he can throw us in jail for crashing his stupid rich people party. At most, he’ll have his goons throw us out. Maybe a call to dad or Qrow.”

“Yang–”

The blonde placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders, “Ruby, I know you’re scared. But you can’t let moments like this pass you by! Who knows what could happen in there. For all we know, the love of your life could be waiting for you on the other side of those doors! If you don’t go in there and at least try to live, you will certainly regret it for the rest of your life! Tell you what – we’ll stay for an hour–”

“An hour!?”

“Yes, an hour. If in an hour, you aren’t having any fun – if you are as absolutely miserable as you say you are, we will leave. Sound like a deal.”

Ruby folded her arms, pouting. “...you promise?”

Yang nodded. “Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

The redheaded girl took a deep breath, “Okay. Let’s go!”

“Yes!” Yang fist-pumped the air. Ruby was still shaking, though she couldn’t tell determine whether it was coming from her newfound excitement or her remaining anxiety jostling her jaw. The sisters scurried through the shrubbery and joined a group of already tipsy guests just about to stumble in.

“The man at the door looks dumb,” Yang said, “If we just stay towards the middle and let these fools flash their invitations, we should be safe.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Well, it kind of has to since it’s my only plan.”

Ruby rolled her eyes. She couldn’t complain considering she didn’t have a plan at all. They squeezed into the unsuspecting crowd, got into a bit of a crouch, and shimmied in as the drunkards threw up their invitations. The girls nearly squealed in joy as they slowed their steps to break off from the group.

Ruby turned to her sister with a wide grin, “We did it! We really did it!”

“I know! Now, we just need to lay low for a while so that way no one knows we snuck in —”

“Ah, Ms. Rose. Ms. Xiao Long. I thought that was you I saw a bit ago.”

The sisters became statues. They slowly turned to face the all too familiar voice behind them that would surely be the undoing of their entire plan. Their headmaster and their uncle’s not-so-secret crush, Professor Ozpin, was standing there in a deep forest green suit with a black tie. His daughters– and their underclassmen– were standing on either side of him. The oldest, Maylea, was dolled up in an orange peplum dress, her hair in a beautiful braid with orange blossoms strategically placed throughout. Garnet – the youngest – was dressed in a similar maroon dress with a black sweater and matching flats. They were much more elegant than Ruby and Yang in their silver and golden party dresses.

Yang threw on a much too toothy grin before she fully faced Professor Ozpin and gave him a friendly wave. “Professor! Hey! So good to see you! Ruby, look! It’s Professor Ozpin! And Garnet and Maylea! Come say hi!”

Ruby waved sheepishly, “H-hi…”

“Why is your face like that?” Garnet asked, eyeing them suspiciously.

“More importantly, why are you two here? I don’t recall either your father or uncle mentioning your attendance tonight?”

“Oh, you know how they are! Always so busy, things like that simply slip their minds! Isn’t that right, Ruby?” She nudged her with her elbow.

“Y-yes, that’s right! Super forgetful!”

“Complete forget-me-nots!”

Ruby internally cringed as Professor Ozpin took them up and down with his eyes. The younger sister was sure that they were going to get caught. He would surely see right through their plan and rat them out to not only their father but their uncle, Mr. Schnee, Professor Goodwitch, the whole party further inside, hell, the whole student body–

“I see. Well then, I suppose we should hurry along and join the festivities.” Ruby and Yang exchanged a confused look. Even the other pair of sisters were left puzzled as their father continued forward, “Come along now, girls. Don’t want to miss all the fun.”

The four jogged after the professor as they came to a grand pair of white double doors. They could hear a bouncy tune being played on the other side. The Rose Xiao Long sisters looked at each other again, both with the same questions in their minds. Were they really about to do this? Were they, in all seriousness, about to crash the biggest party of the year where possibly their father and uncle would be making an appearance at?

Professor Ozpin reached for the door handle. Ruby’s heartbeat was in her ears. He pulled the doors open. A flood of light spilled out into the hallway. When Ruby’s eyes adjusted to the light, she marveled at the sight laying before her.

The Schnee Manor was the warmest it had ever been. Soft yellow light filled up each and every corner of the banquet hall. The band was singing alongside Weiss’ angelic voice as she swirled in brilliant blues. People were dancing and laughing. If she had to guess, Ruby assumed that almost every citizen in Vale was in there and having the time of their lives in jeweled colored dresses and fancy haircuts.

“I’m going to be joining my colleagues over there,” Ozpin pointed across the room, “I assume you two can take care of yourselves from here?”

The girls nodded in unison.

He smirked. “Good. Then take care of yourselves, don’t get into any trouble, and keep away from the left side of the room.”

“Will do!”

“Enjoy your night!”

He nodded and ushered his daughter through the crowds of people as he left the girls to take in their surroundings. Ruby had almost forgotten to breathe. The crowd at Weiss’ 17th birthday party had nothing on this party or this night.

“Dad’s going to be soooo mad,” She said.

Yang threw her arm around her shoulders and pulled her sister close, “Then I suppose we should start having some fun then.”

#rwby #my writing #bri writes #ozpin #ruby rose #yang xiao long #qrow branwen #weiss schnee #Jaques schnee #maylea pine #garnet branwen pine #garnet merlot #implied ozqrow #rwby oc #rwby1920s #RWBY #Rwby1920sau

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 1)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, homophobia (f slurs and d slur), panic attacks, toxic friends, mentions of attempted suicide/getting told to kill yourself

Word count: 6,377

(A/N): ok, so I definitely got carried away with this, so I had to split Thursday into two parts. If I kept it in one part, it’d probs be like 10k-11k words long lmao

You woke up feeling strangely more refreshed than usual. Glancing at your clock, you saw that you actually woke up about thirty minutes before your alarm went off. You got a whopping twelve hours of sleep, a stark contrast from your recent sleep schedule consisting of no more than four hours a night. You felt like you could rule the world with how much energy you had. Sure, you felt anxiety pooling in your stomach like you usually did and you had a terrible dream about Haley rejecting you and getting completely outed to the entire school, but that did not stop you from throwing your covers off your bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen with the most confidence you’ve had since starting high school.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw a dead looking Uncle Schlatt slumped at the table chugging coffee and a chipper Philza trying to make conversation. Usually, you would’ve joined Schlatt in being dead inside, but today was different. You were filled to the brim with energy that you haven’t had in years. As you walked through the door, their heads turned towards you.

“Mornin Dad, mornin Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle merely grunted before going back to guzzling down his coffee. Your dad smiled at you, “well, looks like someone’s well rested.”

“Yeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep last night.”

“Glad to hear it, hun. You really needed it.”

“Glad to hear someone’s feeling well rested,” your uncle grumbled into his coffee.

“Schlatt, don’t be such a downer all the time,” Philza rolled his eyes at your uncle.

“Fuck you Phil, I’m a ball of fuckin sunshine. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Dad, I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Uncle Schlatt’s the heart and soul of this house. Even if he doesn’t live here.”

Schlatt gave a booming laugh, “suck it Phil. And that, (y/n), is why you’re my favorite niece.”

“At least I’m someone’s- wait. I’m your only niece.”

“Still my favorite niece!”

You grinned happily, that was better than nothing. “Love ya, Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle’s cocky grin turned more sincere and he diverted his full attention to you, “love ya too, kid.”

“Love each other quieter, you woke me up.” Wilbur’s tired voice complained as he walked into the room and slumped into his chair next to Schlatt. Schlatt clapped a hand onto his shoulder and rustled his hair.

“My man! How’s Sally, huh?”

Wilbur flushed red and started sputtering as Philza turned his confused gaze to his son. “Who’s Sally, Wilbur?”

You couldn’t leave your brother high and dry when he accepted you for being yourself so readily yesterday, so you quickly jumped in for him. “Sally’s just one of his friends at school. They’re job shadowing together for their project. Right, Wilbur?” You turned towards the flustered man with a somewhat forced smile and raised eyebrows. He looked at you with immense relief and nodded vigorously, his hair flopping onto his forehead.

“Yes! We’re planning on job shadowing our band director, he said that it’d be a good idea if we want to major in music.”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me about her before! You should invite her over for dinner, I’d love to meet her!” Oh, your dad did not buy your terrible excuse for Wilbur, that man is like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out lies. Poor, poor Wilbur.

Despite the blush remaining on his cheeks, Wilbur seemed to think that Philza actually bought his weak excuse. “I’ll invite her over soon. Does Friday night next week work?”

Philza grinned cheekily, “yes! I can��t believe you haven’t brought her over sooner if you’re close enough to job shadow with her!”

At this point, Schlatt’s face was cherry red with his almost failed attempt to hold in his laughter. “I’m not missin this. Me an’ Tubbs are comin over next Friday.”

Wilbur still hasn’t noticed that they hadn’t bought it, you thought he was more perceptive than that. Eventually, Philza started to make breakfast and conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as everybody waited for Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo. Deciding to pull out your phone, you scrolled through your notifi- wait. Why did you have forty-two messages from Adrian and Sammy? Why did they make a groupchat with everyone except Annie? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you opened the group chat. What you read made your breathing catch in your chest and your skin blanch, it wasn’t a dream. Everything was real.

Sammy <3

(y/n) you fucking pervert

How could you do this to us????

Adrian <3

We’ve given you everything and yet you’re still a disgusting person.

Fucking faggot

We thought we could fix you, but you’re broken

You’re always going to be

Sammy <3

And now, you’re gonna go to hell with all the other dykes and fairies.

It’ll probably be heaven for you, surrounded by perverts like yourself

You’re staying far away from Annie

Adrian <3

You’ve put her through so much shit and now this

We swear to god if you talk to her again we’re gonna make you wish you would’ve gone through with killing yourself freshman year

We’re leaking the pictures slut

You felt your anxiety melt away into betrayal. So they were yours and Haley’s stalkers? How dare they try to leak Haley’s pictures. They could leak yours, you didn’t give a shit if yours were leaked. You could learn to live with it, you always did after all the shit you put yourself through throughout the years, but Haley’s? She didn’t do anything. Even if her rejection was painful, you still deeply cared for her. She didn’t deserve that. You, however, did for not being normal. For making people around you uncomfortable with your presence.

(Y/n)

That was you guys?????

Why the fuck would you do that

I trusted you

All of you

Sammy <3

We trusted you too dyke

But you’re a two-faced bitch

And to think we actually thought you were our friend

Were you only friends with Ann and I so you could get into our pants?

I’m disgusted

You’re a fucking pervert.

Adrian <3

We shouldn’t have talked you out of suicide freshman year

You fucking deserve it

Make Annie’s life easier and just swan dive off a roof

You’ll be doing everyone a favor

(Y/n)

Listen, I don’t care if you leak my pictures.

Just don’t leak Haley’s

She has no part in this

I’ll leave you guys alone if you delete Haley’s pictures

Hell, I’ll do anything for you if you could release them after the final volleyball match today

It’s Haley’s time to shine and she deserves the attention as team captain

She’s worked so hard to get there all of high school and leaking my nudes would take the attention away from her

Let her have her moment

Sammy <3

For once she has a point

She probably manipulated the poor girl

Who knows what the fag would’ve done to her if we didn’t expose her

Adrian <3

Fine, we’ll delete Haley’s pictures and we’ll wait until after the game

But we’re leaking yours

You deserve it for what you did to Annie and Haley

“Kid, are you okay? You’re kinda pale over there buddy.”

Looking up from your phone, you saw everybody’s eyes on you. They each looked concerned, but Wilbur even more so. He was the only one in the room at the moment that knew about your panic attacks. He stood up from his spot and walked over to you with long strides.

“She just remembered the homework in stats that we forgot about. Techno asked us in the group chat about it, we were just about to go and see if he could help us.”

“But Wilbur, I thought you took statistics last year.”

“No, that was algebra two, I’m taking stats this year,” that was a lie, he was in pre-calculus this year. “C’mon (y/n), lets go finish that assignment.”

He grabbed your shoulder and hauled you into a stand before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs and into Techno’s room. Said pink-haired teenager looked up angrily. “What’d I say about kno- (y/n)?”

Wilbur closed the door and locked it behind him. He dragged you over to Techno’s bed and sat you down on the edge before kneeling down to look you in the eyes.

“(Y/n), can I touch you? Is that alright?”

After you shakily nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. “Breathe with me.” Like yesterday, you tried to copy his movements, but it wasn’t working. Your panic attack was just getting worse by the minute. Techno pushed Wilbur aside and took his place kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“(Y/n), can you tell me five things you can see around the room?”

When you didn’t move your wide eyes away from Techno’s face, he frowned and gently squeezed your hand. “You can get through this. What’re five things you can see around the room?”

You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his face and peered around the room. You hadn’t noticed that your blurred vision had tunneled until you realized that you couldn’t see anything in your peripheral vision. Your unseeing eyes flicked around the room.

You tried to swallow, but you couldn’t do anything through the lump in your throat. With a shaky voice, you gasped out “I-I can’t breathe. I-”

“Deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me.”

You tried to breathe with him, and you eventually got to the point where you could speak. Your eyes flicked around the room once again and slowly recognized your surroundings.

“You… Wilbur… Desk… Window…”

“That’s good, just one more.”

Your eyes flicked around the room, “...Book.”

“Look back at me, you’re doing so good,” when you looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. “Nice job. Now, four things you can feel. Can you do that for me?”

You shakily nodded and looked at your hands and around your surroundings. “Bed… Pants… You… Carpet.”

“Three things you can hear?”

“You… Birds… Breathing.”

“You’re almost there, I’m so proud of you. Two things you can smell?”

“Toast and… and burning?”

Despite his confusion about the sudden burning smell, he continued to smile at you. “Good, last one. One thing you can taste?”

You licked your lips before scrunching your nose slightly, “...snot.”

“Wilbur, can you go get her a few kleenexes and a glass of water?” Techno asked his brother without taking his eyes off you.

Wordlessly, he swiftly left the room. “Are you feeling better?”

You panted as you reached up to rub at your teary eyes, “yeah, how’d you know what to do?”

His smile turned slightly bashful, “I did some research last night. I’m glad I did, that was a bad panic attack. Can I- can I ask what caused it?”

You pulled out your phone and handed it to him, letting him scroll through the messages while you brought up your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You felt tired after that attack, however you had a little bit more energy than you usually did. Only a little bit more. It was probably because you slept for half the day and through the night yesterday. You watched your brother scroll through your texts with tired eyes.

He was emotionless as he scrolled, making you somewhat scared about what his reaction would be. He probably hasn’t gotten to the whole “go kill yourself” or the stalking parts. Judging by his set jaw and labored breathing, he was pissed already and he didn’t even get to the bad parts yet.

In the middle of his scrolling, Wilbur came back with a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. When you hardly moved to grab them, he sat on the bed beside you and handed you a tissue. After cleaning up, you took the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it. “Thanks, Wil.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. When he looked over Techno’s shoulder at your phone, you saw his eyebrows furrow. “Tech, what’s-”

He was interrupted as Techno shoved your phone into his hands and stood up to start pacing around his room. “Read it yourself.” He sounded more monotone than usual. He was absolutely furious.

You watched Wilbur’s face as he read through your messages. Unlike Technoblade, he looked furious. His eyes were set ablaze as his entire face turned an angry red. “(Y/n), what the absolute fuck? Why didn’t you tell us this was happening?”

Shrinking in on yourself and pulling your knees closer to your chest, you murmured out a small “sorry.” You saw him quickly turn his head to you as his face softened. He pulled you into a full hug.

“This isn’t your fault. None of it is, it’s all their fault,” he spat with disgust. “How’d they even get your nudes? Did you send them to anyone?”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “that’s the thing, Wil. I’ve never taken nudes before. They took them through my window. I deserve it.”

You felt him freeze up and heard Techno pause his pacing to stomp over to you. He tore Wilbur’s arms off from you and held you out at arms length by your shoulders. He looked the most angry than you’ve ever seen him with his furious eyes burning into your own and his mouth set in a firm frown. It was terrifying to see him that angry.

“(Y/n), you don’t deserve a single fucking thing that’s happened to you. You were manipulated and gaslit by a group of self righteous assholes. You. Do. Not. Deserve. Anything. That. Happened. To. You. Do you understand me?”

Despite your fears of him, you were determined to protect your friends. “But I do deserve it though. I was a bad friend to them. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t be a good friend to them when they were always helping me. I’m just not a good person in general. I deserve it for not being normal.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Technoblade, that’s enough.” Wilbur cut him off with a firm tone, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“No it isn’t Wilbur. It’s not enough until she realizes how fucking toxic they are. What they’re doing is gaslighting. You’re in a psychology class, you should know what that is. Give me the definition of it. Now.”

“It’s when someone manipulates another person for their own personal gain… I’d know if I’m being gaslit, and I’m not. They’re just telling me the truth, they keep me in check. I could put more effort into my appearance and personality. I could stand to lose a couple of pounds.” “How do you not- ya know what? Listen. Just listen. That’s the definition of being gaslit. They’re constantly putting you down and making you self conscious about every. Little. Thing because they need to put someone down to fuel their own damaged egos and they laugh at you when you show that you’re hurt by their comments. That’s not a healthy friendship, (y/n). It’s toxic.

“Real friends would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Real friends would never tell you that you looked like shit when you’re as beautiful as Aphrodite. Real friends would never out you to the entire school when you weren’t ready. Real friends would never tell you to lose weight because they wouldn’t care about what you look like. Real friends care about your well being and they look out for you. They love you for you.”

You fell silent as you contemplated his words. Were they really that toxic? You were planning on being a psychology major in college, so why didn’t you notice that they were actually always against you? You learned in your class that manipulative people are naturally cunning and sneaky, but you couldn’t help but feel stupid. You thought that they were helping you when they were clearly toxic. It was right under your nose and you didn’t even see the signs. What kind of psychology student were you if you couldn’t recognize the obvious signs of manipulation?

On one hand, you were filled with betrayal. But on the other hand, you felt molten hot anger overwhelm and swirl around your entire body like a cyclone absolutely decimating everything in its path with its violent winds hurling in a blind rage anything and everything without a care of the outcome. You felt the burning hatred of a thousand suns rise up from deep within your being, filling you with a hatred that you didn’t know you were capable of.

They fucked up your entire life, not you. They were the ones with the ugly personalities, not you. They were the ones that needed to improve themselves, not you. They were bad friends, not you. They laughed at the pain they brought upon you purposefully. They completely humiliated you. They betrayed your trust. They took pictures of you without your consent. They fucked up your relationship with Haley. They violated Haley. They fucking stole her dignity from her with those disgusting pictures they took of her. They were truly vile creatures undeserving of any mercy. Not that you were actually considering being merciful, that would be too good for them. They deserved everything you were going to throw at them. You were going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your past self.

You felt yourself practically vibrate with fury as you held Technoblade’s intense gaze with one of your own. “Those bastards fucking used me for years. Literal years and I thought they were there for me,” you gave a sardonic laugh, your voice shaking with anger. “I-I’m gonna fuckin kill them the next time I see their sorry asses. Make them feel what it’s like to get tossed out of a car. Make them feel what it’s like to constantly get beaten down.”

Techno’s hands gripped your shoulders in a vice grip as his eyes sparked with a crazed delight and he grinned widely at you, “that’s the spirit! You’re gonna rain hellfire upon them, beat their asses (y/n)! Fuck em up! FUCK! EM! UP!”

Wilbur, always thinking about potential consequences and the voice of reason, spoke up with hesitance. “As much as I love that you’re finally realizing that they’re toxic as hell and want revenge, you’d have to wait at least until tomorrow. If you did it today, you wouldn’t be allowed to go to finals. Besides, I don’t think that you should even fight them. You would be out- wait. They’re the ones that opened the car door and fucked up your back?” Seeing you nod, his face darkened in anger. “...(Y/n), you’re gonna fuck em up as soon as you can tomorrow. We’ll back you up if they try to gang up on you, we aren’t eighteen yet, so it’s still legal. ”

“YES, SUCCUMB TO THE ANARCHY! WE’RE GONNA FUCK EM UP!”

“YOU ARE NOT FUCKING ANYONE UP ANYTIME SOON, TECHNOBLADE.” Philza’s voice boomed from behind the closed door. Said door swung open to reveal your father’s angry form and your uncle’s intrigued, slightly proud form.

You three stared at the two for a while with gaping mouths, your previous intensity substantially diminuendos into a quiet shock. No one fucks with an angry Dadza. Techno was the quickest to get over the shock. “...How long were you standing there?”

Your father sneered. “Well, long enough to hear that you three are going to fight someone! Why the hell would you do that?”

Your brothers looked at you in a silent question. Shaking your head, you answered in a small voice, “there’s just some people messing with me at school. They were just worried about me. We weren’t gonna actually fight someone, they were just talking about how it’d be nice to get some revenge for me. I was just about to tell them that I could handle myself and we didn’t need to fight.”

Immediately, your dad’s stiff stance relaxed slightly as his eyes pierced into your own, searching them to see if you’re lying to him or not. You felt a cold sweat drip down the back of your head at the intensity of his gaze, you hated when he did that. It always made you feel like he was staring right at your soul. Eventually, his gaze softened.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you through it.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Plus, it’s nothing I can’t handle by myself.”

“But you looked really panicked earlier hun. Are you sure you can-”

“I just forgot about my stats homework until this morning and I thought I wouldn’t be able to get it done in time, but I did! No worries,” you spoke a little faster than usual. You prayed that he wouldn’t see through your lie.

“...Alright. Just let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I can talk with your principal about it. Now go eat something and get ready, you only have,” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “an hour before you have to be at school. Hurry up or you’re going to be late.”

Your dad turned around and walked down the hallway away from the room. Schlatt, however, loomed in the doorway for a while before he came into the room and closed the door behind him. You three watched him warily as he eyed you and your brothers.

“...Ya know, I approve,” after seeing your confused looks, he chuckled and spoke again. “I approve of you three fuckin em up. I heard part of your conversation, and those snot nosed brats deserve it for what they did to my favorite niece.”

You three stared at him with shock, making him laugh at you. “Close your mouths, you’re gonna catch flies.” He paused for a second before leaning towards you and whispering “now, you didn’t hear it from me, but the key to a good punch is following through with it. Don’t hesitate. Don’t tuck your thumb in, that’ll break it. Make sure you center your hit on your index and middle fingers, they are the strongest points of the hand. If you need to, go for the eyes, nose, and groin.”

“I-thank you Uncle Schlatt. I really appreciate it. Just- please don’t tell dad?”

“Of course not! I mean, if you don’t fuck em up enough I will. (Y/n), when you’re done, I want details.”

You saluted sarcastically, “yessir, will do!”

He gave a boisterous laugh, “you better. Now go get ready.”

As he was about to walk out of the room, he suddenly paused and his hand shot to his pants pocket. He pulled something out before putting it into your hand and turning again to walk out of the room. “This is from Tubbo and Tommy. They were worried about you.” In your hand laid three of your favorite candies. You felt your heart swell at their innocent, caring natures. They were honestly some of the sweetest kids you’ve ever met.

“Well boys, you get first pics!” You held out the candy to them.

Wilbur looked at you with knitted eyebrows, “but they gave those to you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten through that panic attack without you guys helping me, so take this as a temporary thank you.” You watched as they glanced at each other before reaching out to grab a piece of candy.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get ready, you guys can take the bathroom before me. Love you guys!”

You went into your room and made sure your curtains were closed before turning to your closet. Humming in thought, you picked out a white button up and the nicest sweater you owned. You put on the collared button up then slipped the sweater on over it so that the collar poked out of the neck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident in yourself than you’ve felt since you started hanging out with them. Fuck them, they always lied to you. You looked great in anything you put on. You felt elated and basked in the spectacular feeling of being able to like what you wore.

While you waited for your brothers to leave the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts before you stopped on one: Haley’s. The girl that stole your heart and relentlessly stomped on it until it was a red puddle at her feet. Despite the pain, you still loved her. She was your everything. Your thumb hovered over her icon, contemplating on texting her. You had to tell her that she didn’t have to worry about her pictures anymore.

(Y/n)

Haley

I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I have good news

You don’t have to worry about your pics anymore

I took care of it.

You don’t have to reply to this

Just know that I took care of it and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.

You sat on your bed staring at your phone screen waiting for her to open your messages. You stared at the ‘delivered’ icon at the bottom of your message, waiting for it to say ‘read’. You stared for about ten minutes before you gave up, putting your phone in your pocket and standing up with a sigh. She would see it eventually. Just as you reached your door, you felt a vibration in your pocket. You whipped out your phone and smiled at Haley’s face on your screen. She was calling you.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you clicked the answer button, “hey Hales.”

“(Y/n), what’d you do?”

“I took care of it. That’s all you have to know.”

“I think I should know more. What’d you do?”

You paused for a moment before you hesitantly said, “I asked them to delete your pictures and they have to, it’s part of our deal.”

“...You found out who they were?”

“Yeah, but that’s not important. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“(Y/n), don’t tell me what to worry about. Who are they?”

“...Fine, it was Adrian Schnieder, Annie Lockhart, and Sammy McConnor. Ya know, you’re scary when you’re mad Hales. Remind me not to get on your bad side again.”

“It was them? You hang out around them all the time, I thought you were good friends. Why would they do that?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you shrugged. “I dunno. I think they were just jealous. They’re assholes and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed it a lot sooner. I’m sorry they put you through that, you didn’t deserve what they did to you.”

“God (y/n),” she sighed out, you imagined that she was running a hand through her hair. “I can’t imagine how much that hurt you. You four were really close.”

“I know, but it was a long time coming. Like I said, I should’ve noticed that it was them. They’ve always been toxic as hell.”

“How’d you find out? What happened?”

“Did you hear about what they did to me yesterday?”

“Should I? If you’re not comfortable talking about it, that’s totally okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re gonna hear about it eventually, shit spreads like wildfire at Klinkver. Long story short, they outed me to the entire school and thought that I was only friends with them to get in their pants. They basically told me to kill myself,” you added nonchalantly. “But that’s not the important part about this. They told me that they were the people that took those pictures of you.”

“...(Y/n), how could you say that’s not important! They fucked up your life and all you care about is my pictures? What’d they say they’d do with yours?”

“I asked them to not leak them until after the match tonight so you could have the spotlight. You deserve it after all the hard work you’ve put in to get team captain. Zuri was hard to beat and you deserve the recognition for that.”

You heard her take a deep breath through her nose, “(y/n), for once in your life care about yourself over others. You’re gonna be exposed to the entire school and it bothers me that you’re being so nonchalant about that.”

“They’ve put me through worse. Besides,” you wove a hand in the air, “it’ll all blow over sooner or later when another person gets their nudes leaked. You remember how fast people forgot about Marlene’s nudes when May’s got leaked like a week later.”

“Still, it’s degrading to have people see you like that. No matter how fast they get over it, it doesn’t change the fact that they’ve seen you. You can’t come back from that sweetheart.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. Even if she called almost everybody that, you felt special. “I don’t care if people see my boobs, it wasn’t even a clear picture anyways. It was hella blurry.”

Your door swung open for the second time today. There stood Tommy, his eyes peering innocently at you. “Dad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.”

You smiled at him, “thank you buddy. Let him know I’ll be down in a minute. Oh, and thank you for the candy, it really made me happy.”

He beamed brightly before he sprinted down the stairs. “Was that Tommy? Is he gonna be at the match tonight?”

“Of course, he and Tubbo are our team’s mascots after all. They would never miss a game, especially our final match.”

“I can’t wait to see them, but we need to talk about this. It’s more serious than you paint it as. How are you not pissed at those dumbasses? You trusted them and they betrayed you.”

“Oh, believe me I’m furious. Heh, I’m actually kinda shaking right now because of how pissed I am. But for now, I’m just gonna imagine their faces on the ball so I can keep my mind off them until tomorrow.”

“...Please don’t tell me you’re gonna do something stupid tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t call it stupid per se, they deserve it for what they put you through. It’s more getting justice than being stupid.”

“(Y/n), I swear to god if you start a fight just to get back at them for me, I’m gonna slap you. Think about yourself every once and a while, they put you through so much. If you feel comfortable, you’re gonna tell me everything they did to you tonight on the bus coming home.”

“So we’re gonna sit together?” You tried and failed to stomp the hopeful tone from your voice.

Her laugh sounded angelic in your ear, “of course we are silly, you’re my best friend. I gotta go, my dad’s calling me. I’ll talk to you later!”

“See ya!” When you hung up, you danced around your room with joy. You- no, they- didn’t ruin your friendship with Haley after all! Oh, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with joy. Even if she didn’t like you like you adored her, you still cherished your friendship. Looking back, Haley and the team always had your back, they genuinely cared about you. They were perhaps the only ones you would fully trust in the future.

“(Y/N), HURRY UP YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!” Tommy’s voice outside your door shook you from your happy dance. “Coming!”

You ran to the bathroom and hastily went through your routine. Despite your rushing, you tried your best to look presentable. You were going to prove those snakes wrong, you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you looked.

After running down the stairs with your bag, your dad stopped you before you could run out the door with your keys. “You look nice today hun.”

“Thanks Dad, I just wanted to dress up a bit for finals today. I’m honestly really pumped to play tonight.”

“That’s good,” he smiled at you before pulling you into a quick hug. “Just take it easy today, you need to save your energy for the match tonight... Listen, I don’t know what happened to you this morning and I don’t know exactly what’s going on in your life right now, but just know that I’m always gonna be here for you. Whether you need help with homework, advice, or if you want me to beat up someone else’s dad for you,” he chuckled, “I’ll do it.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, happy with the contact. You two stood in the hall for a moment before he pulled away and told you to leave for school.

The drive to the school was uneventful with your brothers mainly holding up the conversation. As you pulled into the parking lot, you realized that you needed to catch up on two full days of stats homework.

“Hey Tech?” He hummed, looking over to you.

“Sorry, but would I be able to maybe copy your stats notes from Tuesday?”

“Yeah, I’ll give em to you so you can copy it before school starts. We’d have to go to Mr. Mullins for yesterday’s notes though. We can just ask him about it before school starts.”

As you pulled into a space and moved to leave the car, a hand stopped you. “(Y/n), if any of those two-faced bitches bother you at all, let us know. Don’t deal with this on your own, we’re here for you,” Wilbur said genuinely.

“Yeah, if they say anything bad about you, it’s on sight.”

You laughed, “thanks guys, I’ll let you guys know if they do anything. We gotta get going though if Tech and I wanna get those notes done.”

In the school, you and Techno successfully got your notes done before the first bell rang. The rest of class went by without a hitch with you actually somewhat understanding mostly everything being taught. You even got a question right when you were called on! Turns out not feeling weighed down by toxic people helps a lot with concentration.

The only block you were dreading was the second block. You were sure that if you even glanced at Annie and Adrian, you’d go apeshit on them. Luckily for them, they didn’t show up to class today. They were probably comforting Annie after you “manipulated” her, you thought with an eye roll. Today was just another work day, so you pulled out your laptop and opened Google Docs. You saw Annie’s and Adrian’s unfinished and you were slapped in the face with inspiration.

They were still expecting you to finish their essays, so you were gonna finish them alright. You were going to completely rewrite their essays all about how they were terrible homophobes and how LGBT+ people are always facing some form of discrimination amongst their peers, complete with attached screenshots of them calling you slurs over text. You’d even write a little note at the beginning that would tell your teacher that they didn’t write this, but they made you write it so you deserved the credit for it. You didn’t care that this would take a while, the satisfaction that you would get would be worth it. This was going to completely screw up their grades, this essay was worth twenty five percent of your overall grade. Mr. Todd was really laid back, so he only had a few rules in the classroom. First was to respect your classmate’s time and work, second was to clean up after yourselves, and third (“the most important one” he said on the first day of school) was that he would never tolerate racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia in his classroom. Your masterpieces you were writing would definitely earn them a failing grade, a good scolding from Mr. Todd, and maybe a visit to the principal’s office. This would be first in a long line of gifts you have in mind for them.

At lunch, you were slightly stumped as to where you should sit. You didn’t really know anybody in your lunch period, so you just sat at the empty table Adrian, Annie, and Sammy left for you today and ate while working on your masterpieces. Finding sources was extremely easy for you, you remembered doing extensive research about discrimination when you first found out that you weren’t the straight girl you thought you were. Luckily for you, you still had the old Google Doc full of sources you wanted to save for later. Thank you, freshman you.

Third and fourth block went by relatively quickly, you completely finished the work in both classes with plenty of time left for you to continue typing up the essays. You had gotten Adrian’s completely done and Annie’s thesis written. Oh, revenge is sweet. You weren’t even done with what you had in store for them.

You had their parent’s phone numbers and you got Adrian’s boss’ number from Marlene, who worked with him as a waitress. Annie’s parents were total sweethearts that would be absolutely fuming if you showed them what she said to you. You weren’t sure about Adrian’s or Sammy’s parents, but you were going to send them screenshots anyways. If Adrian’s parents were as bigoted as he was, you still had his boss to fall back on. You could email the screenshots to the principal and the athletic director so that you could have something to rely on if Sammy’s parents had the same beliefs as she did. She valued cross country more than everything, so you could fuck that up for her. Revenge never tasted so sweet to you before, it felt like you were high with how giddy you were. Techno and Wilbur were going to love this.

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taesspark · 3 years

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A Normal Friday Afternoon

drabble #1 from the Spellbound series

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: enemies to lovers (but mostly enemies so far oops), hogwarts au

word count: 2.2k

warnings: violence (oc punches jungkook in the face), swearing

It’s a normal Friday afternoon at Hogwarts, meaning everyone is going insane. You wonder why Professor Snape even bothers teaching Potions right now since it doesn’t look like anyone is paying the slightest bit of attention. He even chose a hard potion for the class to make, individually this time. As if making it an individual assignment could stop a group of annoying 17-year-olds from wreaking havoc.

You flicker your eyes in annoyance at Jeon Jungkook and his rowdy group of friends. They had created a game where they launch the ingredients into each others’ cauldrons, giving each other points based on how close it got. Usually you try to get along with your classmates, especially fellow Gryffindors, but Jungkook has always been the sole exception. There’s something about him that grates all of your nerves like a carrot. Maybe it’s the way he’s good at all the same things you are, but he makes it seem more effortless. Maybe it’s the way everyone thinks he’s so innocent and kind, when he’s been metaphorically (and literally) pulling on your hair since first year.

It started with the little things. You were friendly to him, like you are to everyone, and as an 11-year-old, you had nothing to complain about. Something changed one day when you were walking past him in the hallway to class and he hit you with a hex that he hadn’t mastered yet. You remember falling to the ground in pain, watching your stinging flesh go boneless. And Jungkook? He was laughing.

You’re no less of a witch or a Gryffindor though. With your limp arm, you cast the strongest dancing hex you could muster. It worked, of course, and Jungkook was known as “Happy Feet” for at least another year for the way he danced around Hogwarts that day.

It’s a memory you keep close, as a reminder to never trust the sweet smile and starry eyes of Jeon Jungkook.

If you looked at all of the detentions you’ve served in your 6 years of being a Hogwarts student (and there are plenty), you’re sure 99% would have been from fighting with Jungkook, whether it’s yelling at him, cursing him, or swatting him with your broomstick in midair during Quidditch practice. Because of course he would join the Quidditch team at the same time you did.

You’re not in the mood for fighting today, though. You’re exhausted from a frankly awful week, and you just want to finish your stupid potion, get your stupid grade, and go to your stupid dorm so you can sleep.

Your only good friend in this potions class is a Ravenclaw girl named Nina. For a Ravenclaw, she’s chatty, and she flits around you while you grind up asphodel root for your potion. With a quick slide of your knife, you dump the crushed root into your potion. It bubbled. Beside you, Nina bubbled even more, her personality like soda that had been shaken too hard.

“-and then Emilia told me that she asked Irene if she would go with her to Hogsmeade next weekend, but Irene said she’s already going with Jieun, but Sam told me that Jieun is going alone, so what’s even the truth? You’d think that she’d at least-”

“Maybe you should mind your business.” You give her a sour look, and you hope it isn’t too harsh. “Just a thought.”

Nina’s mouth curls into a rueful smile. “You’re spending too much time with Yoongi lately.”

You crack a smile at the thought of your best friend and his (only partly true) reputation. No one dares cross Min Yoongi, a 7th year Slytherin with a killer poker face. As one of his best friends, you can see right through it.

“There’s no such thing as too much time with Yoongi,” you grumble.

Nina leaves you alone after that, thank god. You usually have a higher tolerance for her chattiness and gossip, but today your patience is running thin. Luckily, she knows you well enough to not seem upset at your attitude.

You sprinkle a serum into the potion before stirring it clockwise ten times. It’s the last step of the potion, and yours is already turning the perfect shade of mint green. You count to yourself as you stir: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

You don’t make it to ten. You were so goddamn close.

“Oh, shit-”

You don’t register who curses. All you can see is a bottle of serum—someone else’s bottle of serum— being launched straight into your cauldron, and your entire potion splattering onto your front. Your robes sizzle where the potion hit them.

“Oops.”

You recognize that voice. How could you not? You almost want to laugh.

Fucking Jeon Jungkook.

The leech lumbers up to you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “My bad. We were playing a game, and I missed pretty bad.”

He chuckles a little, surveying the green ooze all over you. “Green is your color, Y/N. Maybe they should’ve put you in Slytherin.”

You’re seething.

A temper is not one of the traits associated with Gryffindor, but at that moment, you think maybe it should be. Lions do roar, after all.

And roar is exactly what you do. Roar and knock Jungkook the fuck out.

The room is in chaos: Professor Snape is yelling, Nina is telling you to calm down, Jungkook is on the ground in front of you, more shocked than hurt, and half the class is chanting “Fight!” because the adolescent urge to create violence never truly dies.

“Take this outside!” Snape shouts at the two of you, grabbing you both by the collar of your robes. “Fight in the hallways, I don’t care, but this is not going to happen in my classroom. When you’re done, head to McGonagall’s office. I’m sure she’d like to have a word with you two delinquents.”

Jungkook stares at you, rubbing at the bruise blooming on his cheek.

The door swings closed, slamming in your face. With a huff, you turn around and vanish the potion residue still left on your clothes with a quick spell. You barely spare a glance for Jungkook. He stands several feet away, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

“Do you have something to say?” You snap.

He opens his mouth. Then closes it.

You roll your eyes. “Listen, Jeon. I know you did that on purpose. Very funny prank, absolutely hilarious. Truly, I’m rolling on the floor laughing right now.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop to the floor as if he expected to see you there, laughing.

“Let’s just go to McGonagall’s already,” you say, posture slumping at the thought of being yelled at by the intimidating professor.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he says. Jungkook rolls his shoulders, and you see him gain some of his usual bravado. “We were playing a game, I already explained this to you.”

You bark out a laugh, just one. “I’m not stupid.”

He cocks a brow. “Are you sure? I bet my potion was better than yours even though I was dicking around for the entire class.”

“Fuck off.”

“Hit a nerve?”

“No.”

It’s like this, for the long, long, long trek from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower where McGonagall’s office is.

“You know, you don’t have to be such an asshole all the time,” you say, turning the corner. Jungkook jogs after you to keep up.

“I don’t? No way, all this time I thought it was mandatory.”

He sounds more upset than snarky, and in your present state of blind rage, you don’t have a single clue why he would be upset. He’s the one who ruined your potion and got you sent to McGonagall’s office. He’s the one who has been a splinter the size of Greenland in your thumb for five years and counting.

“Besides,” he adds, as if you wanted to have a conversation with him, “you’re the one who fucking punched me in the face. It’s kinda hypocritical to call me an asshole in this situation.”

“That’s a really big word, Jungkook. Did you finally learn how to read?”

Jungkook’s face crumples into a frown. “Shut up.”

“Hit a nerve?” You mock.

You think getting to McGonagall’s office is a relief until you’re finally there. McGonagall is all but screeching at the two of you. You’ve heard the same lecture several hundred times, but never in such a high pitch. You offer to make her some herbal tea for her throat, and she only gives you the evil eye. Jungkook snorts beside you. You ignore him, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow.

“Never in my days…”

“...Such stupidity from my own students!”

You fade in and out of consciousness during the lecture, and one look at Jungkook tells you he’s doing the same.

“Detention for both of you. I will see the two of you here at 9 pm sharp every day for the rest of the week,” McGonagall finally says.

Jungkook groans.

“I’m being generous,” McGonagall says. “If I see the two of you acting like violent animals again, I can and will suspend you both from the Gryffindor Quidditch team.”

You and Jungkook both make sounds of protest, only to be drowned out by McGonagall.

“I hate to see my own team lose, but it has been five years of your childish fights. You two will learn to be civil to each other, and I will make sure of it.”

The tone of her voice makes you uneasy. Jungkook beats you to the question that’s on both of your minds. “What are you going to do to us?”

The fear in his voice would make you smile if you weren’t practically shaking in your boots yourself.

“As you know, in Transfiguration, I am going to be having everyone work in teams this year. I was going to let you choose your partners, but you two have not earned that privilege.”

You turn to face Jungkook. He’s staring back at you in wide-eyed horror.

“You both are now partners in Transfiguration. Sit by each other and complete the projects together. I will not tolerate any misbehaving in my class, and if you don’t work as a team, you will be risking your own grades.” McGonagall stares at the two of you with the smallest of smiles, disgustingly smug. She’s enjoying this, and you hate her for it.

“But-”

“Professor!”

“I won’t hear it!” She shouts. Jungkook recoils. “This is final. If you have a problem, you should’ve thought about that before brawling like wrestlers in Potions.”

You hang your head, staring at how the end of your robes skims your shoes. You don’t like to be dramatic, but this sure feels like the end of the world. The rest of your year is probably ruined, thanks to McGonagall essentially sentencing you to Jungkook duty. Not to mention Transfiguration is your hardest class, even without having to compete with Jungkook. You don’t doubt that this would make everything so much harder.

“That’s all I have to say to you. Please leave,” McGonagall says, pressing a thumb and index finger into her forehead.

The two of you file out of her office, stumbling down the empty hallway. You walk in silence, thankful that classes aren’t out yet. You stop a few corridors down, and Jungkook stops next to you.

You look at him, really look at him. Other than the bruise on his face a la you, he has a sweet face and kind eyes. You remind yourself that it’s fake.

You take a step closer to him, and he tilts his head at you, nonplussed.

“Y/N?”

You brush a hand on his cheekbone, where you hit him.

“Does it hurt?” You ask.

The hallway is empty, but Jungkook still looks both ways before responding to you, as if you were a car hurtling towards him on the street. He gulps at your proximity to him, how he can feel your breath mingling with his own and your fingertips’ gentle pressure on his face.

“A little,” he says, quieter than you. “You really know how to use your fists, huh?”

He laughs. To your ears, it sounds forced. You smile. Checkmate.

Without warning, you grab his tie and jerk his face down to yours, leaving just a breath of space between your noses. You lean even closer to Jungkook, and a smile ghosts your lips when you feel him moving closer to you at the same time. You wait for one more moment, letting your warm breath hit his skin. The moment he closes his eyes, you whisper, “Good.”

His eyes flutter back open, confused, and you take your foot and slam it down on his. He all but howls in pain, nearly knocking his head into yours as he hops away.

"What was that for?"

"If you still don't know, then maybe I need to step on you again." You narrow your eyes at him, still close enough to register the clean linen smell of his clothes. “Do not cross me again. I need a good grade in Transfiguration this year, and I won’t let you ruin that for me.”

"McGonagall is right there. I could go tell her," he threatens. His eyes are wide, and you pick up on the slightest fear under his façade of arrogance.

"Okay, do it. See if I care, asshole."

You spin on your heel and storm down the corridor, leaving a stunned Jungkook in your wake.

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nanatsumu · 3 years

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HIGH SCHOOL!SUKUNA x F!READER

thinking about bad boy itadori sukuna who all the kids at school try to steer clear from because they know he’s bad news and if you get involved with him then you’re bound to be tied with bad luck for as long as he lives. well, that is everyone except for the president of the student council who so happens to be his childhood best friend turned lover.

this is mostly written for my own self indulgence and to project my fantasies of having a boyfriend onto sukuna but feel free to treat this as any other headcanon! ps i am pretty sure canon sukuna would kill a baby at any given situation, but this is going to be a revamped version of sukuna written by yours truly ;) and its a high school au so sukuna won’t be a complete menace to society and will actually have a heart heh

also i didn’t realize how long this was going to be??? this is kind of all over place too because i just wanted to throw all of my thoughts onto this post so there might be some plot holes in this LOL

i feel like sukuna would be the type of bad boy who isn’t necessarily a bad boy but everyone at school just paints him as some kind of delinquent because of all the tattoos and piercings he has.

he actually shows up to school more often than you think he would (but that’s only because you’re in most of his classes so long story short: you’re his only motivation for attending class)

“forgets” to bring his work books to class more than usual (in reality he does this on purpose so he has an excuse to be near you) so he requests to sit next to you the entire class period so he can share with you for the meantime but whenever the teachers not looking he’ll go back to admiring your face.

his older twin brother, itadori yuji, is very fond of you since you three grew up together and you both had your chances of being a victim to his antics!

exhibit a: in middle school when you and yuji were watching tv together, the show you two were watching would keep switching to some wrestling match broadcasting on a sports channel and no matter how many times you turned the tv on and off, it just would not stop. but it wasn’t until you heard snickering from the kitchen that you realized sukuna had a spare remote and was the mastermind behind the whole thing.

exhibit b: sukuna and yuji’s mom was the owner of a bakery so every now and then she would have either one of the twins come deliver freshly baked pastries to your household! oh how wrong was she to trust her youngest. sukuna was now a freshman in high school, and by now you would’ve thought that sukuna would have grown out of his childish phase, but WRONG! sukuna was still a menace in your life even past childhood. so when you bit into one of the macaroons, instead of being hit with the overwhelming taste of [favorite flavor], all you could feel was the burning sensation of wasabi kicking into your tastebuds.

yeah after the whole wasabi macaroon freak accident, you stopped accepting everything sukuna offered to you and opted to only eating pastries out of the boxes that yuji delivered to you. (sukuna eventually caught onto this and was just TEENSY bit upset but he would rather down a whole tube of wasabi than to tell you upfront)

now, how did you two even end up dating??? oh boy now that is a story

you see, yours and sukuna’s dynamic growing up was similar to that of tom and jerry’s— you being jerry and sukuna being 10x worse than tom of course

but it wasn’t until a confession after school behind the cherry blossom tree that was known for bringing good luck to successful confessions that sukuna finally realized that maybe he really did like you just a little lot bit

sukuna overheard the boy who was planning on confessing to you talking to his friend group about how “sweet and caring” you are (although sukuna could argue otherwise, you were a little brat. *LIKE HELLO?!&:&:& YOU WEREN’T THE ONE WHO ATE A MACAROON FILLED WASABI**) and obviously his ears perked up at the mention of your name. he grew up with you after all so naturally he would be interested in a conversation that revolved around you.

but then the boys started going on about how “you looked like an easy catch” and how “your body was bangin’!” yeah no, that’s where he drew the line. sure sukuna was an ass and talked shit about you most of the time (in his defense it wasn’t like he was doing it behind your back) but if he ever caught someone else talking about you like that then he would be sure to give them a hard time.

he hid behind one of the bushes near the cherry blossom tree while the boy was professing his love for you. funnily enough, for a moment sukuna forgot why he was originally there because he was too busy trying to stifle a laugh as he watched the boy stumble over his words.

“okay shows over” sukuna thought as the confession was reaching its conclusion, but just as he was about to step in and give the poor boy a piece of his mind, he stopped in his tracks when he heard you roaring with laughter.

“did you really think that i wouldn’t hear about what you and your friends said about me earlier? you’re really pathetic if you think any girl would be easy enough to fall to her knees for you because news flash! you’re a disgusting pig and you deserve to rot in hell for speaking about a girl’s worth like that.”

“it’s kind of sad too, i thought you were a nice boy and i probably would have given you a chance but it seems like you��re even worse than scum! damn it, to think there was somebody out there who’s even worse than sukuna.”

of course sukuna was not pleased to hear that last bit, but he did have a proud grin forming on his face as he watched the boy run away, flustered from your rejection and the embarrassment he was put through.

“sukuna i know you’re hiding behind the bush.”

“huh? i came here way before you got here, there’s no way you could have seen me.” he said as he stood up to his full height.

“well, your laughter isn’t exactly the quietest, plus i can spot that hair of yours from a mile away.”

lets just say, sukuna was glad you didn’t ask him what he was doing there because he wasn’t sure if he could spare the embarrassment of telling you that he was planning on ruining the confession.

after that whole fiasco happened, sukuna started to feel(!&:&::&) things

like he started to notice how you styled your hair differently one day and how you switched to a new perfume that smelled like spearmint (was that weird? for sukuna probably not. he just excuses it as being highly observant)

you weren’t dumb either, you had a feeling sukuna was there that day of the confession because he too had overheard the conversation between the boy and his friends as well (you knew he was prideful and if you brought it up then he probably would’ve denied it)

so from there on out it was just mutual pining at the point except... well.... not really??

i feel like it was just an unspoken agreement between you two that you guys were “together” but not “together together” because he started to treat you differently than he would before. like for example, he’d carry your bag for you whenever you guys would walk home (yuji was confused by this at first because if anything, it would have made more sense to see sukuna make you carry HIS bag, but he eventually caught on to sukuna’s feelings for you because they were twin brothers after all), he started walking you to class more often even though his class was all the way on the other side of the school (you asked him why but he just shrugged and said he was just “killing time” so that he wouldn’t have to go to class and then you ended up scolding him), and there was also that one time you miraculously found a $20 bill in your backpack after mentioning to sukuna that there was this cute top you saw at the mall the other day but didn’t have enough money at the time to purchase it (you asked him about this but he said it was probably yuji, but you didn’t want to pry any further since you wanted to cherish the fact that sukuna cared that much)

but eventually you got sick of this whole push and pull game that you physically had to tug the collar of his school uniform and pull him in for a kiss (he was visibly shocked at this because he never would’ve imagined you as the assertive type. not that he was complaining though)

“oya? didn’t think you liked me this much kitten.” he said laughing while you rolled your eyes.

“as if, i got tired of you being a wuss so one of us had to wear the pants in the relationship.” you snorted, causing him to irk.

to be honest, your relationship with him is smooth sailing because you both were pretty chill people and you didn’t have to worry about him sneaking behind your back to see other girls because 1. literally all the girls at school are terrified of him and 2. he knew what you were capable of doing to him if you were to ever catch him cheating on you so he wants to stay on your good side

jealous and possessive don’t exist in his dictionary because he is the epitome of those two words. remember what i said about how your relationship is smooth sailing? i kinda lied.

he’s easily jealous like for example: when you were in english class and the teacher had you guys jot down some notes, you realized you forgot to ask for your pencil back when you lent it to your friend last period.

so you asked sukuna to borrow a pencil but instead of giving you a pencil, he called you an idiot for being so forgetful.

this makes you mad so you turn to your male classmate since he was sitting on your opposite side and ask him for a pencil instead.

sukuna was practically fuming the entire class period and once the day ended and you two were back at your place, he made sure to mark you real good. (oh he also went out to buy a pack of mechanical pencils to sneak into your backpack so that next time you forget your pencils, you’ll have 10 extra pencils sitting in your backpack as backup)

he’s not a big fan of pda in public, but on the chances he will show some of it, the most he will do is wrap an arm around your shoulder or waist whenever some dude is trying to hit on you.

BUT IN PRIVATE? better buckle up because your in for a ride wink wink

really likes putting hickeys on you to a fault! but will never put any visible ones on your neck because he doesn’t want your parents to view him as some kind of animal (but he has nothing to worry about because your parents really like him and are grateful for the fact that he’s very loyal to you, and you guys grew up together so it’s only natural that your parents are accepting of him since they already know he has a good heart underneath that tough facade of his)

oh, and yuji starts learning how to knock whenever you come over (or shuts himself in his room for the meantime if he thinks it’s unsafe to step out of his room) because chances are, you’re probably making out with sukuna in his room or smth.

now onto the spicy stuff

when you and sukuna first started dating, the first thing you told him was that you weren’t ready to have sex yet because you were nervous and sukuna understood and told you that he was willing to wait for whenever you were ready.

but when you were ready though, it was kind of spontaneous and you weren’t even wearing a matching pair of bra and underwear that day

you two were chilling in your room watching some stupid (according to sukuna) animal documentary when suddenly you felt his hand on your thigh

dating sukuna and all, it was normal for him to have his hands on some part of your body (whether it be your thigh or your waist) while you two were in bed.

but you were feeling a bit bolder HORNEE than usual so you began to leave a hot trail of kisses starting from his jaw all the way down to his neck.

sukuna obviously got the memo but before those kisses could escalate into something more daring, he asked you once more if you were completely sure you wanted to do it and once you gave him the green light, he was quick to tug his shirt over his head and pounce on you.

he started getting really into it though and accidentally bit your thigh which made you loose your high and scold him for it, but he let out a hearty laugh and muttered a quick apology before getting back into business

sike i lied, remember what i said about it being spontaneous? yeah, you technically didn’t loose your virginity to him that day because after he finished prepping you, you both came to a realization that you didn’t have a condom.

oh well, there’s always next time!

i think sukuna is a sucker for pet names: his favorite thing to call you is either kitten or princess and that’s it LOL he finds calling you baby or babe is a bit too cheesy for him

but he likes it when you call him baby or babe ;)

date nights consist of either staying in and cuddling in his room, going out for a walk at night (but very very late though. there’s still lamp posts that guide your way through the streets but it gives you the heebie jeebies to be out walking outside so late. sukuna always reminds you that nothing bad will happen as long as he’s right by your side), or just spending time with you and your families.

but if you’re really down to do it, he’ll probably initiate a make out session that’ll lead to y’all fucking one way or another (he only ever does it if he is 100% sure that you’re feeling it because he knows you get easily embarrassed if he asks you straight up)

(this part is mainly written for me because i love the idea of sukuna being over at family functions, but it can be applied as part of the general hc heh) if you took him to any of your family functions as your plus one for the first time, all the aunts and uncles would be a bit wary of him at first due to all of the tattoos and piercings he has (sukuna swears he has never felt so self conscious before) but after they strike up a conversation with him and find out that he’s actually a good guy who knows what he wants to do in the future and is very loyal to you, they start to like him more.

your little cousins adore him and love it when he comes over because sukuna is a very tall high schooler which makes him the perfect candidate as a monkey bar

so when you noticed that all the little ones started to climb on his body and mess around with his hair, you were quick to react because you knew your boyfriend was easily irritable which prompted you to think he hated kids

but there was nothing to worry about because when you saw him playing around with them and even crack a smile, you felt your heart grow fuzzy at the sight and you knew right then and there that you wanted to stick by sukuna’s side for the rest of your life

and in the unfortunate circumstances that sukuna is too busy to make it to one of your functions, the first thing everyone asks is “where’s your boyfriend?” or “where’s ‘kuna? i wanna play with him!”

so you have to facetime him and let him know that everyone is wondering where he is (your phone is dead by the end of the night because after the adults get their turn at saying hi to your boyfriend, the kids snatch your phone and end up talking to him for the rest of the night)

but in conclusion, everyone is waiting for the day he gets on one knee to propose to you and your parents are itching to get to get call sukuna their son-in-law :))

also don’t forget that your parents want two grandchildren: one boy and one girl!

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna hc #ryomensukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen hc #jjk hc #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #anime #anime fanfic #jjk

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 [𝐈𝐈𝐈]

sypnosis : life with your five lovers has been more than fulfilling, but when you're paired with a student from general studies for a project, your quintet seems a little less full

word count : 4000+

warnings : mutual pining, gender neutral reader, relationship insecurities, bakugo tries but. . .it doesn't go as well as he planned, grammar errors and spelling errors, it's . . . a long one, a bit rushed at the end so uhh pls don't mind that :)

parts : [ 𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

a/n : so sorry for the long wait LMAO- i know i said my bokuto fic would be coming out today but uhhh ahaha my depression hit me full force this weekend and i didn't even look at the dock because i was too busy sleeping, but uhh enjoy this :D

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- WELCOME TO PART THREE sorry for the log wait 😭 life has been kicking my ass but we're not here to hear me complain, we're here for the tea

- so, it's a couple months after you joined the bakusquad and their relationship. and let me tell you, it has been nothing but amazing. 😩 your days are never quiet and they're always filled with some sort of excitement and love.

- you kaminari and mina often get into trouble for leaving the dorms late at night because you want snacks and there's nothing in the kitchens. you become kirishima's pillow, don't matter about your size or whatever, you are his pillow and you better not argue 🔫 sero always puts on some type of bachata or reggaeton or some spanish song and dances with you in his dorms. and bakugo is your go to person to cook with and just generally annoy or prank since it's so easy to get a reaction out of him.

- and you couldn't have asked for a better relationship. you all are so communicative and talk about your feelings often and how you're doing. every saturday or sunday, you all go to a dorm (usually it's bakugo's cause it's the cleanest) and have a huge cuddle pile and talk about your mental states, how you're doing, what you have problems with, etc etc.

- like damn ok i see you with the mentally and emotionally stable relationship 🤪🤪

- it's so refreshing too because sometimes you'll have a tough week and you jsut need to let it all out, and you can in the comfort of bakugo's dorm and you know none of them will judge you because they're all so open about their love for you (and vise versa)

- anyways, yeah y'all got the best relationship

- you never thought about anyone else in a romantic sense because the squad took up nearly all of the space in your heart. but when you teacher announced one day the general studies kids would be coming in to have a joint project to create gadgets for the hero course students, you had no idea your life would suddenly be turned upsidedown.

- you were paired with a guy named shinsou. he looked friendly enough and returned the wave you sent him with a little surprise as he made his way to the open seat next to you. he seemed surprised when you started a small conversation but he talked to you in a quiet soothing voice. he seemed nice enough and you figured the project would be a breeze since he seemed so nice and offered to meet up over the weekend to start up some ideas for the project.

- you agreed and the two of you met up that lunch period in the library to pre-draft some ideas and get to know each other more.

"i'm surprised you don't mind being seen with me."

his sudden comment took you by surprise as you looked up from your paper with messily drawn gadgets and chicken scratch writing to look up at him, "what do you mean?"

it was true you had never seen him before or even heard of him, but his hesitance to talk to you and open up to you made you feel as though you should.

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away shyly, "so you really haven't heard anything about me, have you?"

he looked almost guilty to bring it up, his gaze falling to the table in front of him as be played with a strand of his hair.

you shook your head. you never really payed attention to gossip around school, your head always too high up in the clouds to care about rumors and gossip (bakugo often scolded you for being such an airhead and ignorant to your surroundings, but you knew he was just worried about something happening to you). plus, to you, gossip was nearly never right and more often made up and fictitious.

shinsou refused to look up at you, "well. . .i'm known throughout the school as a. . ." he looked hesitant to continue but before you could reassure him he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to, he continued, "well, a villain."

he prised his lips as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and all you could do was tilt your head. shinsou didn't seem like a bad person - or a 'villain' as he had said. on the way to the library he held open doors for you and helped you carry some of your books to your locker and even bought you a drink you wanted buy but were a bit short of change on.

"do you think you are?"

"what?" shinsou looked at you for the first time since he brought up the topic.

"do you think you're a villain?" he shuffled slightly in his seat and looked away again from your intense stare. he felt like you were looking straight into his soul from how strongly you were looking into his eyes, he wasn't sure if you had even blinked in the last minute.

shinsou thought back to all the times he's been called a villain or a criminal. it was always unwarranted, a passing comment that seemed like no big deal to others but shattered his heart into smaller and smaller pieces. but never once had he ever thought he was a villain - a monster.

if anything, he used those comments as encouragement to become a hero, to be better than those who always thought he would turn to a life of crime. so, "no... i don't think i'm a villain."

"well, that's that."

shinsou could only stare at you, your smile brighter than any star he'd ever seen, so full of hope and encouragement shinsou felt like he could take on the world. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a weird feeling blossoming in his chest. how curious. . .

- so yeah, a new friendship 🤪 the two of you started to spend a lot of free time together for the project. you would often meet up during lunches or free time between classes to work some more on the project, all the while getting to know each other in depth. you learned many things about shinsou and spilled many of your own secrets, you laughed together over old childhood stories, and played animal crossing on the rooftop during lunch, your project discarded and forgotten beside you.

- your sudden absence didn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and they grew curious to your whereabouts when you would blow them off for the fifth time that week to "work on your project". now, don't get me wrong, they had conplete trust in you and knew you would never cheat, but they were just curious as to what - or who - was taking up so much of your time.

- so, they did the smartest thing, and followed you. after blowing them off for the sixth time, they decided to follow you to your destination. mina and kaminari tried to be inconspicuous and wear disguises, but the fake mustache, black glasses (indoors, might i add) and hat weren't all too discreet as they thought.

- they followed you through every turn and weave you took and hid behind a corner when you stopped at a vending machine to get your favourite drink. but what surprised them the most was you also bought a coffee. bakugo was most surprised you even thought about even touching the can of caffine because he remembered you telling him you would get terrible caffine rushes that would make you dizzy if you drank coffee.

- but, as you finally reached the rooftop and made your way to a hunched over figure in the corner, it all made sense.

- they all saw how effortlessly you and shinsou acted around each other. they could see the soft looks he would send you when you weren't looking and the way his hand would hover over yours for a split second too long before snapping away as if you were made of lava. but surprisingly, they didn't feel any sort of jealousy or anger, it felt like a piece of them had returned they didn't even know was missing. the sort of feeling that walks through the door unexpectedly but it's wholesomely welcomed.

- the "oh, there you are, welcome back" type of feeling. they were happy you had found someone that made you feel comfortable, arguably more comfortable than you had been with them so far because truthfully, while you had felt welcomed and appreciated in the relationship, it still felt like you were an outsider. the five of them had inside jokes before you came and didn't get them when they came up, the five of them had habits special to each other that inadvertently excluded you. and while they never meant to hurt you (god knows that's the last thing they ever wanted to do), they had. but you knew that wasn't their intention so you held no malitious feelings towards them (not that you think you'd ever could).

- but the way you and shinsou so effortlessly opened up to each other, shared intimate details and secrets with each other - it warmed their hearts. so, bakugo grabbed them all by the back of their shirts and dragged them away, mumbling about giving the two of you space. there was a fond look in his eyes as he looked at the two of you he would be teased about later but would deny.

- it was undeniable bakugo held the softest spot for you. he tried as best as he could to include you in their inside jokes and habits but he was. . well . . . bakugo 🧍🏽‍♀️

- words aren't necessarily his strong suit and he could only hope his smaller actions let you know you were as loved and cherished as any of them there. and you knew, you caught on a little after bakugo had a little "secret talk" with the group (that wasn't really secret at all, he grabbed them all by their shirts and dragged them to a secluded spot while you distracted on your phone) and they all started to explain their jokes and include you in their habits.

- anyways, back to you and shinsou. 🤪 he was aware you were in a ployamorous relationship with the bakusquad and he's heard the way you talk about them and the soft airy tone of your voice and the starry look in your eyes; and he didn't want to get in between that. the last thing he ever wanted was to ruin your relationship for his own selfish reasons.

- so for the time being, he would be okay with watching you from afar, the sweetness of your love so close for him to taste; yet too far for him to savour.

- as more and more times passed, the bakusquad began to notice the lingering looks you would give shinsou when you passed him in the halls and how he would always be waiting for you outside of your class with your favourite drink before leaving you to go to lunch while he went off and . . . well, you weren't sure what he did during his free time, but he never brought it up so you never figured to ask.

- when you fell asleep the next time you all had a cuddle session in bakugo's room, they all talked about it. talked about your obvious feelings for each other and the possibility of including shinsou in their relationship. they spent hours talking about it and still talked about it even when the moon vanished over the horizon and the sun rose. and, in not very smart fashion, bakugo was tasked to confronting shinsou about their conclusion.

- which - almost as if there were an author behind all of this - didn't go as well as any of them planned.

it was perfect, really. almost as if the universe had been listening to their conversation and aligned itself perfectly for this very moment.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache and chose to stay back in your dorm after bakugo made you a bowl of soup and threatened you to take your medicine. his classes ended a little earlier than usual and, sending his lover's a nod, made his way over to your class, where, lo and behold, shinsou was standing near the door, the familiar brand of your favourite drink in one hand and his own cold coffee in the other.

bakugo wasn't sure what he was going to say when he reached shinsou. he opted to just speak from the heart over rehearsing lines with the others like they had wanted, besides, what kind of lover would be be if he couldn't even do this for you? but, what he didn't take into consideration, was his emotional constipation and tsundere attidute.

"hey, eye bags!" bakugo called out.

shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin at bakugo's sudden loud voice. he looked over with the same eyes of indifference he normally had, but bakugo could see the slight far in them. not at his brash attitude (shinsou could never be afriad of bakugo and confronting him before the sports fesitval was a perfect example of that) but the fear of ruining your relationship with the bakusquad.

shinsou nodded at bakugo when he got close enough. bakugo stood in front of him, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pants, "they're sick."

it was a simple enough statement but shinsou blinked, "what?"

"y/n." bakugo stated and rolled his eyes as if the answer had been written on his forehead (and it basically had, shinsou was just a bit shocked at his appearance), "they're sick and mina's staying back with them in their dorm."

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, "oh."

there was an awkward silence as the two boys stood in the vacant hallway. bakugo didn't know what to say and shinsou wasn't sure if he should leave or go visit you for their lunch break.

"i'll go drop this off to them-"

"no." bakugo practically growled, "i'll drop it off. go get eat your lunch or i'll make your face an eye bag."

shinsou flushed a bit in embarrassment. he was overstepping, of course he was. for a minute, having you all to himself for nearly a week straight made him forget about the relationship you were in and this was a smack of reality. you weren't his. you were in a relationship with others, other people who could give you nearly double what he could - everything he couldn't.

handing bakugo the drink, shinsou stalked away to the cafeteria, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. bakugo sighed and knew he most likely made things worse, and he came there originally to make things right.

but fate will work itself out. and what will be, will be.

- so... maybe sending bakugo wasn't the best idea ... 🧍🏽‍♀️

- because now, shinsou started avoiding you. when the two for you worked on your projects together, he would remain mostly silent and only input his opinion when he thought of an idea or needed help putting something together. you had no idea why and you honestly felt a little hurt that he ignored you as easily as breathing.

- you brought this up to your lovers on your weekly cuddle session, knowing they would have brought up your downpour attitude either way. what you didn't notice as your face was burried in denki's sweater were the glares they all were throwing at bakugo.

- "yeah, i wonder what happened..." sero smiled, though obviously strained, as he pet your head and told you shinsou was probably just going through something.

- and it was obvious you were hurt that shinsou had suddenly stopped talking to you because honestly it was kind of hard for you to make friends. a lot of people assumed you thought you were higher than everyone else because you were dating five students from the top hero course, but that obviously is far from the truth.

- anyways, a long time goes by and the two of you still haven't rekindled anything and the squad is getting a bit frustrated because hello??? join our cult lover circle ?????

- so the squad comes up with another solution and this time they don't send bakugo to collect shinsou

- they learned their mistake last time.

- anyways

- so sero goes and gets shinsou and tells him you need him for a little last touch of the project since it was near the due date and you wanted to make sure it was perfect. and shinsou agrees to meet up with you and follows sero.

- sero takes him into an empty classroom and it's pitch black. the windows have been covered with tape and all the lights are off. before he could ask what the hell was going on, the door slams shut and the lights suddenly turn on and shinsou's blinded for a moment.

- and he's met with a very interesting sight.

- mina, kaminari, and kirishima are standing in front of him with sunglasses and hats on, their arms are crossed and they have a blank look on their faces (though he can tell kaminari is about to burst into laughter and nearly does but kirishima jabs him in his side.)

- "uhh..."

- "shut up, eye bags." bakugo calls from behind him. he's leaning against the door with his arms crossed and an obviously pissed off look on his face.

- sero is just standing next to him with a 'sorry pal' kind of smile.

- "what is-"

- "what are your intentions with, y/n?" kaminari shouted suddenly as he slammed his hand on a nearby desk.

- "denki- no." mina pushed him back lightly, "that's not what-"

- "did you not listen last night, sparky?" bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly.

- kaminari shyly scratched his cheek, "i might have fellen asleep-"

- "he did." sero confirmed, "he drooled on me and everything.

- "I do not drool!!"

- "yes you do, it was like a waterfall, 'ki. "

- "no i don't, right kiri?"

- "well.. only a few drops.."

- "WHAT?! and none of you told me?!"

- "well, y/n kind of made us promise not to tell..."

- "SPEAKING OF Y/N," mina interjected into the conversation, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she wondered when she became the rational one, that was bakugo's job, "why don't we stick to the script, boys."

- kirishima slung an arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "sorry, princess."

- "right." sero turned to shinsou and crossed his arms, "you have feelings for them don't you?"

- shinsou tensed. his mind was still trying to comprehend the conversation that happened just a few seconds ago and processing the fact that kaminari drools in his sleep. he wasn't sure how to respond.

- of course he had feelings for you, any rational person who came into contact with you would catch feelings. it was part of your natural charm that seemed to effortlessly draw people in and never let them go. in a matter of minutes, you had simultaneously become his best friend and his closest confidant. often at night he cursed himself for catching feelings for you when things were perfect just the way they were.

- but shinsou couldn't help it. you had treated him like a normal person and weren't apprehensive about his quirk. you gave him a taste of normalcy in his world of anxieties and judgement, and he craved more and more the more time he spent with you.

- so dispte wanting to desparately scream 'yes, i do love her' at the top of his lungs, he looked down at the ground, "no. . . i . . i don't."

- "liar."

- bakugo seethed behind him.

- shoving himself off the wall he was leaning on, bakugo walked closer and closer to shinsou as he spoke, "don't lie. we all see the way you look at them, the way your stupid face lights up with a small smile when they're with you or the airy chuckle you give when they do one of those stupid dances when they make food and-"

- "OK OK I GET IT!" shinsou snapped. mina jumped slightly in kirishima's arms and shinsou sent her a small apologetic look, "you know! I'm in love with them! i've been. . ." he trailed off before collapsing into a chair behind him, his head hanging back and staring into the bright flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

- "i've been trying to distance myself from them, to make getting over them easier."

- "they've been hurting, y'know."

- shinsou groaned and hid his face in his hands, "i know. you think i don't see the looks they give me when i avoid them in the halls? it hurts knowing i'm the reason they're in pain."

- "so why are you doing it?"

- "because they have you guys," shinsou sighed as it if we're the most obvious thing in the world, "you all could love them a lot more than i ever could alone. plus, they're so happy with you, i couldn't be the reason to disturb that."

- "you gotta be fucking kidding me." bakugo growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

- kaminari snorted, "i think i just got deja vu."

- "you could say that again," mina sighed, "i'm heading back to the dorms, this is giving me a headache."

- with his arm still slung over her shoulder, kirishima agreed, "yeah, not sure how we didn't see this from the beginning. i'll walk you back, princess."

- shinsou only stared blankly as mina and kirishima left the room with kaminari in tow, complaining about getting some math work done. never in his life did he feel as confused as he did now

- lost. mans was lost..

- someone get him a map and help him please

- they acted as if they hadn't been the ones to literally kidnap him

- only to nonchalantly walk out the door?????

- sero's voice snapped him back to the remaining two people in the room, "you two really are a match made in heaven." sero smiled at him and shinsou felt head rise in his cheeks, whether it be from embarassment or something else, he didn't know.

- "i'll see you two around" and then he left, leaving shinsou alone with bakugo, who had yet to realease the bridge of his nose from his pinch.

- "you're both a pair of dumbasses."

- "i'm offended-"

- "y/n said the same fucking thing when we confronted them."

- shinsou stayed silent.

- "they felt like their presence would ruin the routine we had set a long time ago when we first started our relationship. . . sound familiar?"

- shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to speak, but bakugo interrupted.

- "shut up, eye bags, i'm not finished."

- "i dIdNt eVEn sAy aNyTHiNg"

- "sure there were some things we had to adjust to include them in our schedule and a whole new bundle of emotions to incorporate into our lives; but the while point of a relationship is to open up slowly and learn to trust the ones you love. and eventually, we all learned to trust them the same way they learned to trust us; but trust isn't something you can learn over night. it's gradual."

- bakugo sighed, how in the hell did he get stuck in this situation again. at the very least no one got injured this time, "what I'm trying to say is, if y/n makes you happy, then we're all willing to let you in our relationship and put our trust in you.

- "will you put your trust in us?"

- how dramatic ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- so

- :) shinsou decides, fuck it. i deserve the good things in life, and he puts his trust in the squad the same way they all put their trust in him.

- and they decided it was a good time to surprise you too and kill two birds with one stone :)

- so you walk in to bakugo's dorm after a long day of school. you were returning from turning in your project with shinsou, and while the teacher had given you many compliments and basically secured your A, you still felt a bit sad knowing it would be the last time you would see shinsou since your schedules didn't collide and you had ended on a . . . confusing note.

- so you were just looking to cuddle with your lovers on a Friday night and wallow away in your sadness.

- when you walked in the group had been piled in their natural spots on bakugo's bed. mina was giggling with kaminari as they scrolled through tiktok, bakugo was reading a book you had reccomend to him a while a go, sero and kirishima were softly play fighting as they laughed and chuckled.

- everything was as it should be

- until you got to where your spot usually was, cradled between bakugo's warm and firm chest and mina's plush thighs and stomach, and it was occupied by someone else.

- everyone stopped what they were doing, as they watched a smile pull at your lips when you recognised the disheveled pruple hair lazily sprawled in your spot. everyone watched with bated breath as they waited for your reaction and small smiles of their own shining through as they watched your interaction.

- you lifted your hand and smacked shinsou's knee that had been raised up slightly as one of his arms lay behind his head and the other fiddled with a bracelet around mina's wrist, and his lips pulled into a lazy smirk of his own as he watched you.

- "get up, fat head, you're in my spot."

- his smirk only grew.

- "do something about it, hero."

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