#and to everyone else it might seem like a jackass move or thing to do but its what they either learned throughout the centuries or its what

[medusapelagia]

Learning to Love 2

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,..)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, mention of parent's death (Steve's mom), mention of domestic violence Words: 1870

Harrington's place is a solitary house in the middle of nothing, surrounded by the woods and nothing else. Billy appreciates the privacy; no noisy neighbors that might call the police if they hear a few screams, like it wasn’t a normal thing, and no one around to see him limp the day after. Not bad at all.

Neil was even proud of him when he told him that he was going to tutor the richest boy in town.

He literally said, "Kid, I'm proud of you." Which is a first in Billy's life.

If the big house and the heated pool didn't give away how rich Harrington's family is, the doorbell would, it sounds like the doorbell they have in the old big mansions and Billy is almost expecting a butler in a pressed uniform showing him the living room instead of his schoolmate.

"You came." Harrington says, almost surprised.

"Told you I would. Are you disappointed, pretty boy?"

Steve shrugs, moving from the door and gesturing to Billy to get inside. The house is super modern and cold, the living room seems ready to be the set of a sitcom, the kitchen is so clean that it almost shines and Steve's room is the most boring room he has ever seen; there is nothing personal, not a trinket, a picture, a sporting trophy, nothing at all, just a desk and few books there are lying on the side.

"Do you want something to drink?" Steve asks, annoyed.

"I'm not here for a courtesy visit, I'm here to help you because you are too stupid to do your fucking homework and you need a babysitter." Billy snarls, ready to fight, but Steve doesn't take the bait, he sits at his desk and stares at his books.

"Where would you like to start?" He asks, pointing at the pile of books.

"What do you need more help with?"

"Math."

"Let's start there."

Steve takes his book and opens it, staring at the first problem.

"Come on! It is an easy one!" Billy sighs, taking the book and quickly solving the problem while Steve stares blankly at him "Can you just concentrate a little for Christ's sake! You didn't even write the right numbers! Are you stupid? Can't you copy some fucking numbers?"

Steve flinches, moving away from Billy. Billy sighs, this is not going well. He takes a deep breath and thinks about the waves of the ocean, trying to calm himself and when he feels a little bit settled he asks "Why... why didn’t you write the correct numbers?"

"I did!" Steve replies, "I can copy some stupid numbers, ok?"

Billy stares at him for a long moment and he sees how the boy squints while reading.

"Do you wear glasses?" He asks and Steve glares at him.

"Of course I don't, jackass!"

"Well, maybe you should. Have you seen a doctor recently?" After Billy broke a plate on his head.

"I... I don't like doctors." Steve confesses blushing in embarrassment.

“Are you scared of doctors?” Billy mocks him and Steve turns his face, avoiding Billy’s stare “Are you serious?” 

“I’m not scared… I just… I don't like them.”

Billy stares at him for the longest time before Steve finally cracks. “When mom went to the hospital… she never came back, ok? I know that’s stupid but I can’t deal with the smell of disinfectant ok? And I’m young and healthy, I don’t need a doctor!”

Billy can understand the fear of the doctors, the few times Neil brought him there with a broken arm or to fix his nose, he was always terrified that those doctors, who asked so many questions about how he got hurt, would have taken him away. Living with Neil was no fun, but living in a foster family didn’t sound much better either.

“I’m not saying you should do a complete checkup, I’m just suggesting that you might want to see an eye doctor, so maybe everyone will stop thinking that you’re stupid.”

“I don’t give a shit about what everyone else thinks about me! I was their fucking god and now what? You came to town, took my place and all my friends forgot about me. I guess they weren’t my friends after all and you are not my friend either! And I don’t need to study all this stupid shit because I’m going to work with my father as soon as I get out of high school! So what the fuck do you want from me? I’ll give you a good review, I’ll say that you were the best tutor ever. Let me copy you from your test and we’ll be good!”

Billy shakes his head “No.”

“What?!”

“No. I will not let you copy from me and I don’t give a fuck about your stupid opinion of my tutoring skills. I just gave you a suggestion, you don’t want to follow it? Fine.” Billy replies, ready to get back to his place. Harrington is avoiding his stare, he is clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles are white.

“Stop being such a baby. You can’t take any criticism!”

“What about you? You come here, to my house, telling me that I’m either stupid or blind! What did you expect?” Steve snaps.

Billy gets up, grabs his things, and pushes them in his backpack. Fuck Harrington! Billy doesn’t have to help him! He doesn’t owe him anything! It’s not his fault if his sight is shitty!

Only… maybe it is.

Only… Steve actually tried to help Max.

Only… Billy is not the dickhead he pretends to be.

“I could… I could come with you.” He suggests, keeping his back to Harrington, his hand on the handle of the door.

“And what? Hold my hand like a fucking child?” Steve snarls, throwing what’s left on the desk to the ground.

Billy dares to turn, this time it’s Steve who has his back turned. “If that’s what you need.” Billy steps forward, not daring to touch the other boy but wanting to let him know that he is there, that he is listening “Where is your father?”

“Russia? China? Don’t remember. He must have written it on the calendar, I don’t really check anymore.” Steve replies and Billy sighs. He never really understood how lonely Steve must feel now that his friends have turned their back on him and even his girlfriend left him.

“Was she worth it?” Billy asks, and Steve’s shoulders stiffen “Was she worth losing your privileges? And your friends?”

“If I lost my friend it is not her fault. She is… She was… well, she was everything I wanted, the only problem was that I wasn’t enough for her.” Steve says in a self-deprecating tone. “It’s the story of my life. I’m not bad, but I’m never enough, no matter how hard I try. Even my father thinks that I’m not enough and he should know, right? He is my father.”

Billy gets closer to Steve and forces him to turn toward him, “Listen to me. You are the only one who knows your worth, ok? Not Wheeler, not your father, not those stupid boys at school! And if you keep repeating to yourself that you are not enough, you’ll end up believing that! So look me in the eye and tell me something good about you.”

Steve tries to free himself from Billy’s grip “What the fuck? I don’t do this stupid shit. If I needed a therapist…”

“Look me in the eye and tell me something good about yourself.” That’s a game Billy’s mother made with him every time Neil belittled him, and it worked every single time.

“I… I…”

“One thing, I know you can do it.”

“I’m… I’m brave.”

Billy smiles “Yes, you are. Good job, Harrington.” He tells him, patting his back, ready to leave.

“Hey…” Steve calls him, finally getting up from the chair. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I was going to order pizza and watch a movie.”

Billy stops, wondering if Neil would get mad at him “Can I call home? I’m not sure if Susan already cooked.”

“Sure. The phone is in the living room.”

Billy and Steve get downstairs and Billy calls home, it’s Susan who answers and tells him that Neil is not home yet but that he can stay out for dinner, he just has to be home by ten. 

They order pizza and watch a movie and for Billy it is the first time ever. He never invited anyone to his place and he didn’t get invited much, always too unpredictable to be invited to someone’s home. Maybe that’s why he and Steve are perfect; Steve feels like he is not enough, and Billy feels that he is too much.

“Will you book a visit to the eye doctor? I’ll drive you.” Billy asks while they are watching an action movie.

“I don’t know.”

It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no either, so Billy nods and goes back home. As soon as he enters his father calls him, asking him where he was, and when he tells him that he was at Harrington’s house his father seems really pleased. “Those rich boys are always stupid, aren’t they? But my boy is so clever that he is the one who is going to help that stupid kid. You’ll do great things, I know, you are just like me.”

Every time that Neil says that they are similar Billy feels some disgust about himself. He doesn't want to be like Neil, and even if he knows that his outbursts are so similar to the one his father has, he is trying his best not to become like him. Waking up one day and seeing Neil Hargrove in the mirror is Billy’s greatest fear. Not being beaten to death by his father, not getting married to a woman he will never love because he likes boys, not being trapped in a life he knows he will hate every single day. The only thing that terrifies him, the only ones he prays from every night, kneeling on the side of his bed, folded hands and eyes closed, is not becoming like his father. 

He always lived a life where he was always ready to fight for dominance and he is so tired of being alert at all times.

Max is sitting next to Susan, watching a television show together, “Steve’s house is so cool, right? Did you see the heated swimming pool?”

“We studied, I wasn’t there to have fun.”

“I know…” Max snorts “I just thought that maybe… but you are right. You are no fun!” She rebukes, finally leaving him alone.

Billy’s room is full of music posters, he has a big stereo and a vanity made with plastic crates where his few precious belongings rest: a strong male perfume, the same brand his mother bought him years ago, and the golden necklace he received as a gift for his christening.

He stares at himself in the mirror, somehow he feels a little bit less angry and skittish, is it possible that spending time with Harrington might really be beneficial for both of them?

#stranger things fanfic #steve x billy #harringrove #medusapelagia #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Harringrove #Billy x Steve #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Harringrove fic #medusapelagia fanfic #my fanfic #learning to love

[cheesecakethots]

Ok but that chrollo/ johan ask got me thinking.... If you had to be kidnapped and spend the rest of your life with them, who'd you choose? Whose more bearable? Johan or chrollo??

Also i love your johan works. Dont feel discouragement from writing more on him becuz smtimes feels hard to write.

ahhh thank you!! no legit he is so hard to write, but i might reread monster soon to get my mind flowing

gosh in a totally fictional scenario where i wasn’t a lesbian, i have no clue.

(read more because this got long lol)

chrollo has the positives of he’s rich as shit, and wherever you stay is going to be glamorous. problem is you’ll probably have to move around a bunch, so you might be sticking to hotels. that might be so much more stressful, being kidnapped by this jackass and not even being able to settle in or get over jet lag before he tells you to pack your stuff, because he’s got another job on the other side of the world.

johan drifted from house to house during the show/manga, and didn’t stay put for long. if you’re with him during that time, well it’s going to be nothing compared to the lavish lifestyle chrollo has. but, you’re definitely more likely to be able to escape from johan than chrollo. he’ll probably account for that, so let it be known he’ll have an eye on you 99% of the time.

chrollo & johan give off that similar, gentlemanly manipulative vibe.

chrollo is definitely more overt with it, though. you could maybe call that a positive, because you’re less likely to fall for it, but it’s definitely more aggravating. you could be playing up a little, pushing him away, shouting, trying to run, and he’ll just say something like “hm. you’re right, dear. maybe we should visit your parents. i would certainly love to introduce myself to them properly.” and boom you shut your mouth at the clear threat in his otherwise monotone voice. i’m not sure if he’d actually go through with it, but neither are you. maybe don’t try and find out.

johan, on the other hand, is generally less willing to be so manipulative with you. i feel if he had a connection with someone other than anna for the first time in his life, someone who made him feel less of a monster and more whole, he wouldn’t want to treat them as he treats everyone else. manipulating you so overtly would make him feel like a monster again and definitely would hurt his feelings quite a bit.

buuut, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do it at all.

johan has been manipulating and moulding people since he was a very young boy. it might be something he just sometimes does without realising. maybe he’ll mention things he knows you like in an effort to strike up conversations with you, and to make you like him more. maybe he’ll mention sad things that happened in your life, before he took you away. stuff like that, so nothing really on chrollo’s level. but, i would still say it sucks, because you’re more likely to become accepting and even… loving to a degree. you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.

i don’t think chrollo would physically punish you for running, as he wants to keep up that gentlemanly facade. don’t push him too far, you don’t want to see what’ll happen if he decides to drop it. he’s faster and stronger than you will ever be, so one second you could be shouting, screaming and hitting at the blank expression on his face, and the next cradling a broken wrist while he tuts and coos at you. don’t test it.

johan would NEVERRR physically hurt his darling. worst would be using maybe a needle to knock them out, but he’d feel bad about it. i don’t think he could bring himself to hurt your family or friends, either. i’m not even sure he’d punish a darling at all. maybe more locks, but he’d feel like the monster he believes he is if he tied you down to a bed to keep you from leaving. he might forcibly hold you close for a bit, just to keep himself grounded.

overall, i actually don’t know. johan seems like the better answer, but the idea of actually feeling bad for him or eventually loving him makes me feel >:/. not sure if i would be able to refrain from screaming into a pillow or punching myself unconscious if i had to deal with chrollo, though. (he’s a bastard. i love him).

i guess at least when johan gets you flowers or something you like, it’s for your enjoyment alone. when chrollo does it, sure, it’s nice to see you happy… but it’s mainly to make you like him a little more or prove to you (and himself) that you can be happy with him.

both are definitely better choices than illumi, though. fuck that.

#yandere #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yanderecore #yandere chrollo #yandere johan liebert #yandere johan #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hxh #yandere monster #needles #tw needles #tw injections #tw bone breaking #tw violence #let me know if i missed any tws pls i think i got them all

[doodlesdreaming]

Writing Idea: The other Horsemen learning Death lost a fiddling contest to some random human kid

(Anyone who has watched my darksiders streams will instantly get this joke. If not...well hope you enjoy anyway. XD)

There are a good handful of words that Strife would use to describe Death. 'Sarcastic', 'Cold', 'Jackass,' to name a few. 'Hoarder', on the other hand, not in a million years... until now,

"God damn...just how much stuff do you need!? Half of these is just junk."

The gunslinger tossed aside what looked to have been an angelic relic of some sort. But the piece was cracked nearly in two, rendering it useless. Grumbling, he continued to sort through a large, self made, pile of various gear and weaponry, much like his other siblings in several spots of Death's bone built abode. The sound of steel unsteathing from leather, turned his attention up to Fury admiring a katanta shaped sword.

"Not everything here is junk, Strife." Fury spoke with a smile curling on her lips. Her eyes, as bright as the rest of the Four, seem to gleam in the light of the blade in her hands, just as the hand of her eldest brother promptly snatched it from her grasp,

"None of it is junk." Death retorted, "And if you looked as fast as you move your mouth, Strife, we would be well on our way by now."

"It would REALLY help if you remembered where you put the damn thing to begin with!" Strife glared, temper ever so slightly beginning to boil.

"How did this mess even come to be anyhow?" War questioned as he joined the rest of his kin in the 'master bedroom' of the house, "Your home, empty as it is, is at most organized. But last I was here, there wasn't much to begin with."

"Vulgrim." Death explained, sighing in annoyance. "Apparently, after I was...indisposed, he dumped all my gear in my house. While keeping some of it to himself, as I've come to learn."

"Like Harvester..." War sneered, "I still wonder how he got his filthy hands on your scythe . Or what else he might be hiding in his void holes, like your golden fiddle, for instance. I do not see it among this horde."

"Woah woah woah, his what now?" Strife froze as he was setting aside a pair of boots to turn fully towards his little brother, "His...golden fiddle? You're joking, right? Death? With any sort of instrument?"

"I would not lie about this, brother." War told him, "I distinctly remember seeing a golden instrument hanging up on his wall when I was here during the Battle of the Abomination Vault. I meant to ask about it, Death, but I had forgotten about it after the fight. And now, it appears to be missing."

Death said nothing. He appeared frozen in place, bent over a set of gear. He slowly stood up, turning to face his siblings, with the most neutral face he could pull behind his bone mask, "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about, War."

"I could've sworn..." War mused, beginning to wonder if maybe he had mis-remembered. It had been over several centuries ago.

"Did you so happen to lose it to some kid with musical talents that far surpassed your own?" Everyone glanced towards Fury, who leaned over a rather large set of armor, smirking up at her eldest like a cherisare cat,

"There so happens to be a popular tune the humans like to sing, of a devil who went to some place called Georgia, looking for souls when he came across a young fiddle player. The devil bet his golden fiddle that he could play better and lost." Fury curled her hands under her chin, smiling oh so sweet and innocent like, "Could perhaps that devil be you?"

The silence that filled the room was nearly deafening. War and Strife looked to Death to see what he would say, only to see the Pale Rider slowly cross his arms and turn to look away from his siblings' stares.

"That brat swore he wouldn't tell a soul..."

War and Fury fought to keep rising snickers in check, but Strife did not even try. He roared into infectious laughter that broke the other two. Growling,Death tossed a leather worn boot at Strife’s head. The White Rider promptly ducked and scrambled to flee as Death gave chase.

#darksiders #darksiders death #darksiders strife #darksiders fury #darksiders war #four horsemen of the apocalypse #dorks of the apocalypse #fanfiction #writing prompt #headcanons #video games #thanks for the ask!

[supercantaloupe]

don giovanni at wolf trap opera! this is long <3

right to the top of my list of don giovanni productions! while it does not take the place of my absolute favorite this was a REALLY solid production that i THOROUGHLY enjoyed; it might just be my new second place! desperately wish it was recorded for streaming or at the very least not a one-night-only performance but alas, at least i get to feel special about having been able to see it at all. director john de los santos you will always be famous to ME

the orchestra was definitely lacking some of the Oomph i really love in a good live performance but i think this is purely do to the acoustics of the theater being open air rather than the fault of like. the orchestra themselves. i thought they did a good job other than a couple of points when they were a little bit out of sync with the singers. great mandolin solo in deh vieni!

vocally speaking i thought ottavio (lunga eric hallam) and anna (renee richardson) were the standouts but everyone in the cast was very well suited to their roles. don giovanni (cory mcgee) was great but i am just personally not as into deh vieni being sung with That Much vibrato and grandeur behind it (i prefer it to sound more intimate) but that's me picking nits here

okay leporello is always gay in my heart but this is easily the most OVERTLY gay i've seen him yet. dramatic af. limp wristing everywhere. you can absolutely see why he follows the don around despite the Everything Else; he's obviously in love. it was pretty neat to see that played as obviously as it was for once!

definitely these are not MY versions of the characters exactly; leporello is a bit too "willing/enjoying the don's shenanigans", elvira a bit too bitchy, etc for my own personal interpretations of them. HOWEVER the production really COMMITTED to its characterization and i respect that. even if my own interpretations are a bit different, it was easy to follow along and still like the characters as they were presented. so kudos for that!

they made the don so. flamboyant is not exactly the right term for it because he wears mostly black with a bit of gold/dark purple accents throughout the show. but. there was a very strong Energy to him. the slightly silly mustache. the eyeshadow. the dangly earrings and sparkly necklace. the see-thru lacy black shirt. the way he moves like a dancer. being SHIRTLESS in the lass scene, possibly with glitter on his bare chest. Mother Fucker. absolutely captivating to watch. i hate him and i'm obsessed

this also has to be the FUNNIEST production i've yet to see; possibly this is due to it being the first production i've seen live in the theater surrounded by an audience, which i think always heightens the energy as compared to watching a video at home or even in a cinema, but regardless this was a really funny production of don giovanni. i'm a big fan; don giovanni IS a dramma giocoso, and i think a LOT of productions these days tend to forget that it's supposed to be at least kind of funny here and there. it should still be dramatic and emotional at times, yes, but you can (and should) strike a balance. and while this production was perhaps slightly less emotional than others, it was really funny in a way i haven't seen before in don giovanni, which thrilled me.

a lot of it came down to little acting choices (blocking, gestures, tone of voice, etc; elvira threw a lot of shit across the stage in anger in this. good for her), some of it on creative liberty with the translation (eg. elvira calling the don a straight up jackass and bastard at Multiple Points lol), and a couple of tiny additions that amused me. there were SO many little moments that amused me.

i'd say the biggest thing that disappointed me with this production was the number of cuts they made. it seems like they were working with a very strict deadline of "final curtain at 11pm sharp" (to their credit, the show ended At 11pm Sharp) and decided to trim some bits deemed the most inessential for that reason. with that in mind i think the choices they made make Sense, but it's still kind of disappointing when you're expecting a particular aria and it never shows up, or if you're a weirdo like me who basically has the score memorized at this point and you're like "wait a minute there's supposed to be more recit here". the show started at 8pm but it was originally scheduled for a downbeat at 7:30; i'm not sure what the reason for the change is, but i can't help but wonder if those cuts wouldn't have been made if they'd had those thirty extra minutes to work with.

at any rate, if this production ever got revived (either here or somewhere else, ideally without cuts), i would be THRILLED to see it again, and heartily recommend it to anyone else who's even remotely interested. cuts aside (and really that's my only big criticism of the entire production) it was a FANTASTIC experience and i LOVED going to see it so so much <3

also final note on the venue. glad i brought my little handheld fan because an open air theater in virginia in august is STIFLING lol. that heat and humidity really lingers after sundown! but the seats were SURPRISINGLY comfortable for the three hours, moreso than a lot of, like, proper theaters i've been to lmao.

#sasha speaks #sasha reviews #don giovanni

[sapphireginger]

Title: He’s So Geeking Gorgeous Dude!

Pairing: Stackson [Stiles + Jackson]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

None

Summary:

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude!”

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: Meet Ugly

Mieczyslaw Miezko Gemini Gajos Stilinski, more commonly known as Miko by his father, Mischeif by his mother and Stiles everyone else, moved from a very tiny town called Yellville, Arkansas to Los Angeles, California. He was so not happy about changing schools but he also understood.

His mother had been offered a prestigious position at the University of California. It made sense to move and he had always been good about meeting new people, it was the whole keeping them around after meeting them that was where he flopped.

He arrived early on Wednesday morning halfway through the first week of school, which was better than halfway through the year. He would be a senior, taking almost all AP Classes, and he had plans damn it. He was going to college and it would be perfect just like he’d always planned.

Even if for most of his life the world seemed out to get him, at least Stiles could always count on himself. He was even more grateful for that fact after he nearly brained himself on his locker door when he finally got it open. His ears turned pink and his cheeks were hot with mortification. “One year. Just one,” he mumbled as he shut his locker and made his way to his first period class.

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson was eyeing the food in the lunch line when his teammate, Garrett, elbowed him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Dude look!” Garrett said earnestly. With an eye roll, Jackson looked. There was a newbie apparently and weren’t newbies such fun? “Supposedly his mother got some big position at the university. He just moved here.”

“Uh huh,” Jackson said, feigning interest. “Why do we care?”

His teammate frowned. “Well, you never know what some good gossip might get ya. For example, his first name is some super strange Polish thing and in total his given name is dove names long, but thankfully he goes by Stiles. Although, I’m very curious what the five names are because Stiles isn’t one of them.

Jackson snorted. “His parents must’ve wanted to torture the kid or something.”

Garrett didn’t laugh. “I don’t know but it’s just him and his mom.”

”Yikes,” Jackson mumbled, feeling and uncharacteristic sense of sympathy for the teen that he quickly shoved aside. “What else do you know?”

“Oh, and now that he’s here, your ex got bumped down to numero dos in our grade. Lydia didn’t know whether to be pissed or impressed. I think she’s a bit of both. Anyway, his scores and grades are top notch. He’s single, and gay or bi, I’m still not sure on that. He’s incredibly smart, a total genius. He’s also sarcastic and—Oh!”

Jackson looked over just in time to see said genius trip over air and nearly smash his face into the lunch table. His glasses nearly paid the price along with his nose. “Yikes. New kid looks like a lumberjack dressed him. Who wears that much plaid? Also, are we sure he’s in our grade? He looks like a child.”

“I dunno dude. Maybe he’ll keep things interesting. I don’t want to be bored all year.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Stiles was so embarrassed and he decided to seek refuge within the pages of his favorite novel. It was easier than facing a lunchroom full of strangers. He knew how cruel people could be. Still, when he took a seat in science class and was paired with some douche canoe, he realized that he hadn’t considered city boy cruelty.

Within minutes, Jackson—more like Jackass—Whittemore was frowning at him and asking him who dressed him. He even went so far as to call out all of Stiles’s quirks, and while Stiles recognized it was mostly ignorance on the city prick’s part, he couldn’t bite his tongue once the bell rang.

“Would you shut the hell up you asshole?! Listen Jackass Whipemore...I don’t care what you think about my clothes, my hair, my voice, my anything, okay?! I’m a rarefied and acquired taste, thus my reason for not having any fucks to give when it comes to what you think of me. What I do care about is the fact that you just wasted a whole damn class period on that when we have a project to do. I’m not afraid to let you sink on your own. Now shut your trap and move out of my way because I don’t want to be late for the last period.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson just stared in shock as the new kid, Stiles—What the hell is a Stiles?—gave him a tongue lashing and left. It wasn’t the kind of tongue lashing Jackson preferred either, though he quickly pushed those thoughts away. “Whatever,” he grumbled to himself. “Fuck him.”

Yeah. Fuck him. Jackson would love to. Stiles was so gosh darn gorgeous. If only he wasn’t such a fashion fail. If only he wasn’t a geek. If he was neither, then Jackson would take him to bed tonight. Then again he could always take him to bed and then that would be one and done. Right?!

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude. Like if only he was more laidback about looks. He is such a city boy. If only he was a bit more geeky. He’s not stupid but he’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box either.”

“First day and you already have a crush, Stiles. Damn.”

“What?! No I-I don’t!”

He totally did but it was more of a I hate you, now go fuck yourself but, you know, go fuck yourself after you fuck me. Stiles groaned. He was so screwed.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #isaac lahey #steter stackson bingo #square filled: meet ugly #pre relationship

[the-graves-family]

20. Found Family

Markham. Infantry. Corporal.

“You cannot be serious.”

People keep saying that. Adam’s sure there’s something about his face that makes people think he’s always joking. He never is, but no one ever believes him. He has no one to ask, though, so he just keeps his mouth shut and shakes his head again.

“Never ever?”

Nope. Still shaking his head.

“No, you have to be fucking with me. What kind of weird, fucked up childhood did you have?”

Wow. That is a loaded question.

Someone shouts at Markham to leave him alone. The man laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He looks at Adam, who is still just. Sitting there. Wondering if it’d be impolite to leave.

“Do you at least know the rules?”

Shake his head. More disbelief. More questioning of his parentage.

Markham becomes very serious, and stares at him for a few seconds, before nodding to himself and getting up. “We’re finding a ball and we’re getting you out into the courtyard.” This doesn’t make much sense, because the base’s recreational spaces aren’t big enough to play baseball. He knows that at least. And it’s raining. And they have duties to attend to.

He tells as much to Markham, who just rolls his eyes.

“Shut up and get your ass up, Graves.”

So he gets to play baseball. In the rain.

Yay.

Farhan. Motorized Division. Jundiun ‘awal.

Someone keeps moving his 11/16 lug wrench.

And Adam knows there are plenty of those in the hangar, but that one feels nicer, and he always keeps it in the same spot because it’s the only one he likes to use.

Someone keeps moving it.

He’s asked around, but all that’s gotten him is a lighthearted reprimand about the tools not having owners, and about learning to share.

Sharing is not the problem. He can share, he’s done it most of his life. The problem is people not putting things back where they found them. It nags at him, upsets him. He knows it’s not good for the working environment, or for his own productivity. But he just wants his lug wrench to be where he left it when he comes to the hangar in the morning.

He must have made enough of a fuss, because there’s a note sitting where he’d left the wrench the night before.

A little inconvenient, since he doesn’t speak or read Arabic.

But a clue is a clue. He picks up the note and looks around. There were a couple of Iraqi mechanics working with them. One of them could translate, if he asked.

Two of them ignore him. They’re busy.

Farhan laughs. He seems very amused by Adam’s plight. Despite that, he still translates. The wrench is sitting next to a couple of tires on the other side of the hangar.

Farhan’s still laughing, but he says, in his heavy accent that Adam finds he quite likes, that he’ll help him catch the dreaded wrench thief.

Adam’s never going to live this whole thing down.

O’Sullivan. Medic. Private First Class. 

Hazing is technically frowned upon.

This is technically not hazing.

"They got you too, huh?"

Adam looks over at the tall, ginger woman, illuminated by her flashlight. Her uniform gives him her name, O’Sullivan. He doesn’t recognize her from his unit, but there have been a lot of transfers to and from other bases lately. 

It’s probably been too long to reply. She’s gonna think he’s weird, like everyone else. He somehow keeps ruining things without knowing why. He ends up nodding, hoping this will all be over soon.

“Right. Fucking jackasses. Why do they do this type of shit?”

Oh. She’s still talking. Okay, he can handle that. “They think it’s funny.” Which seems obvious, so he looks at the wall for a moment. “Because I’m— we’re pale.” He feels the need to clarify, because she might not get the joke if he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t get jokes until they’re explained to him. 

Including people in his sentences is meant to make them like him better. That’s what the internet said.

O’Sullivan’s looking at him. He can’t tell if she’s annoyed. Was it another one of those rhetorical questions? But she just sighs and sits down.

“Well, we have at least twenty minutes in this box before they get their heads out of their asses. You have any cards on you? Actually, no, wait, look at you. I have some with me.” 

Huerta. Infantry. Staff Sergeant.

Base life when you’re not allowed to be together is hard. There’s not much reason for someone like David to hang out with someone like Adam.

Except David has the uncanny ability to always be on the humvees that break down.

Every single one.

“What was it this time, Sergeant?”

Adam likes the way David’s face twitches whenever he uses his rank.

“It was making a weird noise.”

A long pause of them just staring at each other. Missing his fiancé aside, Adam has an actual job to do, and David knows he needs more than that to do it. So he stares, because he knows the man will cave in about thirty-two seconds.

Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one—

“It started making the noise after we loaded it with cargo.”

Ah. Putting more stress on the classic V-8 engine, that is already struggling because of all the bolt-on armour, could have caused it to give out. All the vehicles are old, at this point, and this wouldn’t be the first or last engine that Adam would have to fix.

Makes him wonder if it just wouldn’t be more efficient to get new ones.

With that in mind, Adam turns back to the humvee and starts preparing to get it on the lift, when he feels a presence right behind him, a hand hovering over his shoulder. It’s lunch time, there’s no one else around, but it still isn’t safe. He usually uses this time to catch up on his classes, but broken down trucks take priority.

“Sergeant—”

“I know, churri, I just missed you.”

Adam smiles and turns around, knowing that both he and his fiancé are aware of their surroundings. “We can see each other in the mess, tonight.”

David looks put upon, but they had agreed. Just one more tour, and Adam would resign. So they would have to keep their relationship a secret until April.

“Just a few more months, David. I promise.”

Aaron

He hits the ground with a dull thud, and he realises he doesn't have the strength to fight anymore.

“We’re family, brother.”

A steel-toed boot digs into his stomach, and all he can manage is a weak whine.

“You’re mine for the rest of your life.”

#whumptober2023 #no.20 #found family #oc #fic #abuse #(ace) #(david) #(aaron) #(writing)

[incarnateirony]

genuinely funny watching antis like Vinnie swirl the toilet on curious cat. "You don't think they'll pander to THOSE PEOPLE"

"No, I do not think they will pander to THOSE PEOPLE!"

well first of all, Vinnie, you just don't think. you never have. you compulsively hate-react.

so of course you're not going to suddenly apply the brain matter the universe gave you to recognize what's happening here.

you're right.

they're not going to pander to us.

The story is FOR us.

They might pander to YOU. Throw a bone or two on the way.

But it's not pandering to develop a series for your largest demographic, sorry sweetheart.

again. believe it or not is up to you. if you want to miserably scream all the way down the same hellhole when you denied the market testing and denied the confession was happening or denied the omissions or denied the original ending contents, or you and wiki even on PAYROLL fucking up about the script because mine was newer and you cried fake, we can repeat this fucking rodeo. like it never seems to click with you guys that when I say this shit, it's not because I want it, it's because it's what's happening or happened. Like there's some real object permanence issues with all of you guys.

just like 2p0 forgot he claimed this wasn't about dean's evolution learning from his parents only to jackassedly tweet that a blatantly named episode is about learning from your parents. No shit, sherlock?

Your previous covid butchered finale was never intended, never wanted, and is a mortal embarassment to the crew. It's not hard to take the skeleton it was and actually put substance on it. And that substance is what has you all shitting your pants, because you know, you just want to convince yourselves and each other that you still have a reason to be here. Because if you don't, everyone that's warned you for the last 5 years that you're money wasting hated cunts has been correct there, like about everything else.

But deep down you even know that. Because y'all celebrated and thanked covid for fucking the finale. You're just trying to neuralyze that out to feel enduringly relevant. Covid's over sweetie.(well, effectively. functional sets are working just fine, sparing a few weird exceptions that keep shutting down--) We're finishing it now. And this version gets a full series instead of an episode. Thanks for that, covid!

again. *you* might get pandering bones, but this show is *for* us, by us, get it through your thick heads. And while you're drilling through that titanium low volume shell, reach in there and plant in some acceptance that Jensen is included in Us.

Us includes the tarot and pagans you hate that are being hired and collaborating with set coordinators to design it to the exact alchemy on my blog for years; the graded lodge members arranging rare layouts you'll never understand, but we do. Us includes the gay rebels that are here to burn it down in rainbows, the creole people that are happy to piss off shrill white culture cunts while dancing in feathers, tits out if it offends you; Us includes the writers, Us includes the crew, the majority fandom, it's Us. Not you. You're not the people this is being given back to.

Catch a clue from jib and marketing and rainbow heads and whatever the fuck else, jackasses

they hate you, i'm not kidding, they literally hate you. the only thing they like you for is your money. this isn't fuckin parasocial, it's not a fucking assumption. It's not me playing connect the dots. It is me telling you to your face that they fucking hate you, whether you accept it or not.

"Hate" may be a bit strong, make you even feel like you have power. but it's an apathetic hatred. The kind you wad up and throw in the trash and move on. The kind you shove down your garbage disposal and move on from. you're the gnat infested fruit. so will you get it over with and go instead of swirling the drain and giving jensen even more fodder from your monitored feed to piss you off with?

this entire thing is even taking a highlighter over the cosmogenics that blows your bad soulmates interpretation out of the water, but you're not smart enough to figure out how yet. This. entire. thing. you're going to hate it 100x worse vinnie than you hated late Supernatural. I promise you.

honestly [checks notes] weird it's almost like this was written specifically to piss certain people off and destroy their bad talking points by closing canon in on them. wild. wonder who would do that or had enough thumbs in fandom to figure out what bad talking points needed sniped.

like. it's so wild. from where it's going with the grand big moments that will set Vinnie's head on fire to this just meticulously dismantling all the bad talking points in heller fandom i criticise. amazing. wild how that's working out. like where extreme cas and dean stans spun john around into headcanon extremes against each other, and weaponized that shit instead of acknowledging the generational trauma story echoing through cas and dean at the end--allllll those videos i had and all the hate i got from hellers too and here we are--... WOW!!! ...must have a lucky charm huh

Your lone hero is Robert Singer, the one motherfucker Jensen magically opted to NOT bring back. His retaliation against Dabb and Berens' method of using his own laziness and absence against him and overwriting him and Eugenie caught by covid managed to stamp it out under covid, but guess what. we have a different production house now, assholes. it's not his game and there's nobody to even appeal to above Jensen beyond the CEO. And everybody's pissed.

now sit down and enjoy your gay ass deep dish overwatched by DC execs like Glen Winter and Renee Reiff, head of the gay asses telling you to sit down at DC and Marvel before here.

y'all really think this man built this whole all powerful Out In Hollywood featured fuckin production company and build up all this shit even with open rainbow marketing accountable on main just to rug pull people, because you guys are such nasty incompetent people you would do something like that, but jensen isn't gonna career suicide to make a bunch of weirdos that might sexually exploit their own kids on a weird corner of twitter happy.

Checkmate, bitches.

i told you like a month ago

it's over. it's well past stopping. deal with it and

#had to add bc goddamn #do you guys get it yet #genuinely lmao #2p0 blease add it up #i told you this is above your paygrade #jules paygrade #buddy #you guys think this is just robbie's revenge? #oh boy

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 12)

Series List

Y/n's pov

1 month later

The month before Christmas was very difficult for me. I tried to go back to my normal and boring life but the upside down had really started to mess with me. Almost every single night I had a nightmare about the Demogorgon that Nancy, Jonathan, Steve and I fought. Or about the boys being in trouble at the school. Waking up in a cold sweat and fearing that it was in my room or in one of the other's rooms. I was terrified that I'd wake up to find out that someone was dead. I tried to cope by getting help from the people around me but I didn't really tell anyone that I was struggling and what from, needing to be able to do it myself. I have always looked after myself, I wouldn't start getting help from people now. So to deal with my issues I turned to drugs. I was aware that Eddie Munson was Hawkins High School's drug dealer but I knew that he might question me to no end if I went to him with this, so I did the next best thing. I found another drug dealer in Hawkins, Reefer Rick. Once a week I'd try to make the trip over to his cabin and buy some weed and anything else I felt like that week, if I felt like anything else. It seemed to be different each time I wanted something. I never was high when at school or when I was with people or when Dustin needed me to pick him up from somewhere. I stayed responsible and hid my uses from everyone around me. I still went to school, not wanting my grades to slip or drop again, but when I was there, I really struggled to do the work we were given and concentrate in class. Robin started to notice that I was different, not as cheerful but it wasn't until a time in the cafeteria that she truly realised I wasn't ok and that something serious was going on with me.

Flashback

I put all my books from the last period into my locker and walk to the cafeteria for lunch. It's been a week since Will came back home and we fought the Demogorgon. I was still jittery about the whole thing, but I don't believe that anyone has noticed that I am. At least I really hope not. Robin hasn't really left my side for the past week so trying to hide how I feel from her is even harder. She can read everything on my face, every emotion. It was something we have always been able to do. Happens when you are in a relationship with someone.

When I arrive at the doors of the cafeteria I look through the window to try and find Robin before I walk in. I notice Robin in the centre of it all, no one else at her table. I take a deep breath and walk in, trying to focus on just Robin so I don't have a panic attack about everyone around me. When the doors opened a few people turned their heads towards it, towards me entering. One of them being Jason, who I really couldn't deal with at this point in time. I continue to walk to Robin, trying to stay as far as I could from the basketball team's table but a chair at the table scrapped against the floor, signally someone was standing up.

I don't look over to the table but everyone else seems to look at them, and me as well. "Where are you going Y/n?" Jason asks me as he comes up behind me and tries to grab my arm. He just misses as I pull it away and continue to walk away from him. Robin looks over confused and worried, slowly standing from her seat. "Hey!" Jason yells as he gets a hold of my arm and spins me around, getting right in my face. Instead of looking him in the eyes like I normally would, I continue to look at the ground. I didn't have any more fight left in me. "What's wrong with you L/n? You on drugs or something?" Jason whispers right in my face. I weakly attempt to push him off me but he doesn't move an inch. "Hey Jackass! Get off of her!" Robin comes up behind me, pushing between us to separate Jason from me. I stumble back and grab onto Robin's arm, needing something to ground me. "Stay the hell away from us Carver!" Robin snaps at him and drags us out of the school. Skipping our last period so she can work out what the hell is going on with me. We spent the night at my house talking about how my panic attacks have become worse and that I've been struggling to control them. Without telling her about all of the upside-down stuff that happened a week prior.

Eddie's pov

What the hell just happened with Y/n? She always fights with Carver, and never backs down from one. I don't think she's ever been that shy or worried in front of Carver ever or anyone for that matter. Maybe something is wrong with her, maybe she isn't ok. I should check on her, see if there isn't something I could possibly do for her. I quickly get up from the hellfire table and run after Y/n and her friend, needing to see if she was ok. Even though I'm the one that burnt the bridge between us long ago I still cared deeply for her. When I get into the hallway Y/n is nowhere to be seen. Dam it! She must have gone a different way. My shoulders deflate and I walk back into the cafeteria, hoping that she's somewhat okay.

End of Flashback

Y/n's pov

From that point on I was either with Robin, Steve or Dustin. Steve and I have slowly started to talk outside of school hours. Trying to build our friendship back but I still couldn't trust him fully with my whole heart again. Not until I was 100% sure that he wouldn't hurt me again, that he wouldn't abandon me again. I knew that if he did, I probably wouldn't be able to make it this time.

As I pull up to the Wheeler's house I run into Jonathan and Will coming out of it. Jonathan seems to have a little blush on his cheeks and he was holding a present that was wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper. "Hey you too. How are you going?" I smile at them both. Will smiles brightly at me and starts to ramble all about his Dnd game and how he beat the big bad by casting fireball. I laugh with him and give him a high five, not really understanding what he was talking about. "What about you?" I ask Jonathan, making a point to look down at the present he was holding in his hand. He gives me a nervous laugh and scratches the back of his head. "Nancy gave it to me. Present but not a present," He smiles. I nod my head and smile with him. Although he liked Nancy, she was still with Steve. But there was no harm in a little crush, as long as he didn't try to pull a move on her. "Well, we better be off," Jonathan announces, starting to move past me. We all say our goodbyes before I walk up to the door and knock.

Mrs Wheeler opens the door and smiles at me. "They're in the basement," she tells me, moving to the side to let me through. I thank her and quickly make my way down there. As I make it to the bottom of the stairs to the basement I find Dustin and Lucas play fighting and Mike looking behind him under a table. I wonder if that's where they hide El. "Ok you two, that's enough. Time to go Dustin," I playfully yell at the two. They break apart laughing at each other before Dustin grabs his stuff and runs over to me. I continue to laugh at the tqo and walk up the stairs with Dustin closely behind me. We move as quickly as we can, wanting to get into my car and home as soon as possible.

We practically jump into my car when we reach it. "So, how's that Steve guy and you going?" Dustin asks me as I drive back to his place. I laugh at him and say, "Nothing Dustin. He's with Nancy. We're just old friends coming back together." It was a difficult thing to tell Dustin about but something that he'd work out eventually.  Especially if we keep hanging out like we have the past month. He's a very smart kid for his age. Dustin just nods his head and looks back out the window. "Hey Y/n?" Dustin randomly asks, still looking out the window. I look at him for a second, turning back to the road, and ask him, "What's up Dustin?" He looks down at his hand, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. "Are you ok? Since all the stuff that happened last month?" He finally asks me. My whole body stiffens as the question sinks in. I had been completely normal around Dustin, not wanting him to worry about me. I was meant to worry about him, not the other way around. "Of course I am. It happened and I know it did. But we are all ok now. Everyone is safe and at home," I finally tell him. I get to his house and park my car, turning to Dustin to see if there was something else he wanted to ask me. "If you are sure, I'll see you later Y/n," Dustin says as he quickly gets out of my car, running to his front door. Wonder what that was all about?

The rest of my way home was quick. No one was on the road at this time so the road was quiet all the way home. When I finally get home I find it will no lights on. Either Robin's sleeping on my bed or I'm finally alone tonight. I get out of my car and walk into my house, heading straight to my room. Looks like no Robin tonight. Maybe she thought I had Dustin here tonight. I go to my bedside drawer, searching around till I find the pre-rolled weed that I had wrapped a few days prior. I grab my lighter and smoke it for a while. I had found over the last month that if I smoke some weed before I try to sleep, it helped me get to sleep faster and get at least some sleep. I still wake up in cold sweats but at least I could sleep at all. Feeling the weed enter my lungs I lean back against my pillows, trying to relax my whole body. At least everyone is safe again. I finish my weed as slowly as I could and got rid of the part I couldn't smoke. I crawl under my sheets and fall asleep to the thoughts of everyone else safe in their beds.

#5 Seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #steve x eddie #Eddie Munson x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #robin x reader #steddie #steve x reader x eddie #stranger things #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

[the-firebird69]

Is a huge bunch of assholes here you think I have a program cuz they're very mean saying everyone else is doing it and missing here being mean. Nice people died last night there are some new and they're gone and people going to imitate them they plan to so they don't care about them and their stuff is crap and it's falling apart already and there it is okay I think it's some kind of little computer or some dumb s*** and they're terrible people they're horrible these people are nasty assholes you keep coming up and trying to get stuff a issuing threats directly to him and seeing it to him that's what I'm listening for threats to obey them and we count her every single one of them and we take them down I just got started falling and we started doing that now these guys are huge losers and are worse than they are there's a lot of them going today they're going down again way down here to 6.5% and that includes a group that left this morning and they left this morning to go down to the ships I heard we were and tons of them left and not more than normal or a bunch of panzies. I'm so sick of hearing from these f****** piece of s*** everything out of their mouth is a goddamn moron comment it's not an IQ point amongst them. I went from 8.5% to 6.5% in a blink there's plenty of room down there they're huge tunnels massive massive numbers went down and they are not coming back. And our son does look pretty big and Garth is wearing his suit for some reason I'm texting I think and he looks pretty big people are impressed and essentials are bigger and it's heavier and his legs are bigger and he's going to be a lot bigger than he is now. We're following the conversation too and it sounded complete assholes because they are we're going to go after them pretty soon. Another thing is they don't seem to understand what's happening here still the numbers are going down and they're going down fast they always overstate the losses but in this case they found out the match or launching all over and they're using Tommy f in the slow crap for cover the whole time they were using it for about 15 years gathering tons of stuff and blaming him. The huge number of other ships was covering it up and that came before from secret factories of the clans now it's on okay these people are diminishing and we think by the end of the day they might be down to about 4% and right now they're continuing to evacuate and part of that 6.5% new numbers because of the huge evacuation in the Midwest which was about half a percent and those big ships have not left but about half of the ships left most of them are up to a mile there's a few 2 mi ships and some skeletons not much but a whole bunch of 10 ft can't come out and left in just about 15 minutes and it was very close it's really really awful

-you think there's going to be a huge evacuation tonight tons of people are getting the stuff together and trying to book reservations on huge ships and the same just to bring essentials and that's what a lot of the regular people have to do people who have ranked even people who are like PFC first class which is better than a PFC actually even PFC for a military they can bring something the size of her trunk and you go up to the first class and it's two of them and so on and they're getting out of here I mean they're just leaving all the middle areas actually I'm doing the same thing and I think we're suckers and that's fine..

-there are other things too happening it's a huge crowd of whiners and complainers and idiots jackasses and lousy senses of humor moronic comments then there's some serious ones and they have everybody else viewing and it's a damn nightmare. And we have to straighten it out it's just flowing

-it's going to have to move because the food is expensive for his budget and we agree it's nice and windy and the air is coming in from the East and it does have air in it but it's not going to be that great in a minute 20 went out this morning and the original 10 are included and the starting trouble already along the perimeter of the first ring and the outskirts they're starting trouble and it'll be a few fires and some extinct one of them is already lit and he says he can see it and it's true the smoke on the 23rd ring is still at there's huge forces being gathered and they're going to be wiped out momentarily.

-the geniuses have worked up a plan and I'm going to go ahead and try it and we're going to try and blow the place and share the people will and build a different place and our son goes to a different place and they're saying it won't work that way and since it's going to have to and it's starting to get something you can't do it that way but they think they have to so they're moving out and they're going to try and make an agreement this morning and yes between Trump and minority morlock

-so the things happening they are finding out that can't seem to lay off the sheriff or the police and they're trying to and doesn't work they also found out that complaining for the police is a pain in the ass and you're starting to wear away with them and they don't want them there they don't want the sheriff there a bunch of losers going out through the stuff in a fight in the morning there's a lot of people doing it okay a lot and because of yesterday's call there's a lot more and they are beating them out for real

I'm going to publish the stuff is very huge

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's a weird crowd I'll tell you that you say a lot of dumb things mean things and control some of them are drunk lots of their own drugs and a bunch of them are high and often meds it's really a nightmare

Hera

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

—*—*—*—*—*

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[1-800-got-junk]

Jackass boys as the front bottoms songs (and scenarios)

included: Johnny, Ryan, Bam, Pontius, & Steve-o

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johnny: peace sign

“You remind me of a song

Got it on an old cassette

Sounded like an angel singing

About a pain in her chest”

idk why but the opening lines of this song remind me of him SO HARD. i feel like it’s something he would think about you if maybe you were a part of the cast and you’re kinda a dirt-ball like the rest of them LMAOO,, it’s kinda a running joke that you’re gonna be single forever because of how insane you act. you’re the EPITOME of a jackass, somehow worse than all of them combined. but he’s totally whipped for you and just feels like you’re the most beautiful and interesting person in the world (he’s def to scared to admit it though because let’s be honest, you’re very intimidating) 🫶 he’s like staring at you with heart eyes while you’re laughing your ass off, nursing a bloody nose because you totally ate shit on a stunt that was in no way possible to stick. but you still fucked it up in a way that no one even thought was feasible because of how stupid it was. he thinks that your gravely laugh (it’s more of a cough at this point), courtesy of last nights craze that you don’t even remember, is like god let him listen in to the sounds at the gates of heaven.

ryan: everyone but you

“I hate everyone but you

Everyone but you

I fell in love

‘cause no one saw me the way you did”

do i even need to explain this.? we ALLLL know ryan is the mf king of pretending to be all annoyed and brooding. in reality this man is a teddy bear. even though he’s a total faker, it’s basically like he hates everyone compared to how much he LOVES you. he’s like deeply, madly, truly head over heals for you. one day you visit him while filming and he does absolutely no stunts because he can’t be pried away from you. the next day he gets stuck with bottom of the barrel, bonus cut stunts but he doesn’t even care because he got to spend time with you. i also feel like he’s the type to confide his partner like no one else, y’know? like if you’re in a relationship with him trust is the #1 thing and it takes him a sec to get 100% totally comfortable with you, but once he finally does it’s like you can see into each other’s souls and you have a really unique connection. 🥲

bam: lonely eyes

“You’ve got me stuck to where I’m sitting

Looking at your eyes

Then I know I’m so pathetic

I wouldn’t move to save my life”

~

“And if you need a little sunshine

You can borrow some of mine”

(i feel like this one might be a bit of a stretch, but it’s also the first one that came to me and i can’t shake it LMAO)

i imagine the scenario being that you’re a part of the cast, maybe a sound girl or something more “corporate” like a risk analysis for insurance and you just feel really out of place with all the guys. you’re kinda anxious and keep to yourself. you just try to do your job and everyone leaves you be, not in a rude way but in a “she seems totally freaked out being here and we should probably not mess with her so she doesn’t quit on us” bam can’t stand that though. he goes totally against what everyone tells him and starts talking to you all the time, you’re mysterious to him and he wants to know more. after a while he comes to realize that you’re 10x cooler than him and now he is stuck to you like glue. he’s always trying make you laugh by doing stupid shit and messing with all of the guys just to entertain you, hoping his bullshit will make him as interesting to you as you are to him. everyone is super confused because he’s so sweet to you instead of being his usual d-bag self, and you haven’t ran out yet. he’s just super patient and caring towards you and you’re the only one who can leave him speechless just by being around <33333

pontius: vacation town

(let’s pretend that this is a happy song, sung in the present tense instead of it being a song looking back on a relationship, ‘kay?)

“I miss the hours in the morning

And you in the morning hours

I miss walking, naked

Through the backyard to get to the outdoor shower”

i feel like this is another one that doesn’t really need an explanation. these lines just SCREAM pontius to me. you guys have been dating forever and are just attached at the hip. two totally codependent dumbasses fueling each other’s stupidity for all time. you come with him to all the different locations for wildboyz mostly just hanging back at where ever you’re staying, occasionally coming with when they film if you find it particularly interesting, but staying off camera and to the side. after a long day of being away, you and chris just totally knock out when you get back to where you’re staying. for some reason chris wakes up super early before you as the sun is rising and is just breathless looking at you. you’re curled around his arm, hair all over your pillow and face, drool smeared all over your cheek. to any one else you’d look a hot mess but something about the way the sun is hitting your face making your skin almost glow has pontius totally entranced like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again… bye i love him

steve-o: jim bogart

“I would stop doing all those things the doctor tells me not to do

But I don't think he understands, I do all of these things for you”

LITERALLY THE WHOLE REASON I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS POST. this song reminds me SO FUCKING HARD of all the jackass boys. like literally you could listen to this song with any of them in mind and it would work, but i feel like this line is specifically STEVE-O, STEVE-O, STEVE-O. you can’t argue me on this. it’s actually him to a fucking t. like he literally started doing stunts because he wanted his ex girlfriend to worry about him LMAOOO. everything he does is for you. he lives and breathes FOR YOU. every stunt he performs he thinks, “would they like this?” “would they thing this is funny?” “dude i bet they’re gonna think this stunt is so sick”. he does the absolute gnarliest shit just because he knows it will entertain you. it’s not like you want him to be in danger for your entertainment, absolutely not. but if he’s gonna do dumb shit you’d rather be present for it and get a laugh than be worried sick after getting a call from johnny explaining that he’s in the hospital again. you’d be more than content to tie him up in bubble wrap and never let him risk even a stubbed toe ever again, but you know if he’s not preforming a stunt for you he’s doing it for the rest of the crew. or a fan. or some random dude he found on the street. so you might as well come along for the ride and endure all the dirty looks from the nurses and doctors after steve-o explains that he cracked a rib because he knew the stunt leading up to it would make you smile :)

a/n: okay idk why but i’m actually really proud of this LMAOOO,,, also idk if there’s even an audience for this but inspiration hit and im not about to let it go to waste HAHHAHAH

ALSO, also if all the different colored text is annoying im sorry LMAO let me know if it’s distracting so i can change it in the future, i just like it but it’s not really important to me if it’s annoying

#jackass #johnny knoxville x reader #ryan dunn x reader #bam margera x reader #chris pontius x reader #steveo x reader #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #chris pontius #steve o #mtv #2000s #jackass fanfic #tfb #the front bottoms #spotify

[neonlights92]

NIGHT CHANGES: Part Three

Jeon Jungkook has spent the last twenty years alone.  Single.  Solo.

And that’s just the way he likes it.  That is, until he meets the supposed love of his life.  Suddenly he’s falling over himself at the chance of a real relationship with someone. 

The only thing standing in his way? You.

genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college!jungkookie, e2l (kiiiinda), romcom

Jungkook feels like he’s hit the jackpot.

Somehow - though he’s not one hundred percent certain how - Soomi seems to be interested in him.

After Y/N’s birthday they spent the rest of the weekend texting (flirtily, might he add!) and on Sunday evening she even asks what his plans are for the rest of the week.

His plans.

Jungkook knows what coming onto someone looks like - he’s spent the last twenty one years of his life doing it - so he smirks to himself and answers with something non-committal and casual: 

Not much.

That, of course, seems to peak Soomi’s interest and she mentions something about a new coffee shop opening up just down the road from campus - and that’s when Jungkook knows he’s got her: hook, line and sinker.

“Good job Jungkook,” Y/N smiles at him on Monday morning in their modern American literature class, “I told you she’d be into you.”

Jungkook is incredibly happy with himself.  So happy, in fact, that he wants to share that feeling with someone else.

“Maybe we should fast forward the whole Jimin thing,” He says, setting his book-bag to one side and grabbing a pencil, “If he met you just once I’m sure he’d fall in love.”

“He has met me.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Y’know what I mean.”

Y/N shakes her head.

“I can’t help it that I’m shy.”

There it is again.  That assertion that Y/N is a wallflower. 

Jungkook can’t help but feel that’s a completely unfair description of her.

“That’s not true,” He denies firmly, “When we first met you were anything but shy.”

“I was drunk.”  Her cheeks flush and she pulls a face, “That’s different.  Nobody’s shy when they’re drunk.”

But Jungkook refuses to back down.  He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair - inspecting her semi-jokingly over the rim of his glasses.

“And what about the morning after when you kicked me out of bed?”  He asks, raising a questioning brow, “That wasn’t shy.” “You had no idea who I was.”  She answers,her cheeks still blazing red but refusing to drop eye contact with him, “I’m shy but I’ve got some self-respect.”

Jungkook feels another stab of guilt.  His eyes widen and Y/N holds up a hand.

“Don’t apologise for that night.  Not again.  Please.”

His face falls and he slumps forward slightly. 

He knows it’s annoying but he can’t help it.  Ever since he got to know Y/N - got to really know her - he realises what an absolute asshole he’s been.

Not only is she funny and smart and incredibly altruistic - but she’s the kind of person you just… Want to be around.

Whether she sees that about herself or not.

“You’ve never been shy with me,” Jungkook asserts confidently.

“Because you’re different.” His lips lift into a smirk but he smothers it down before it can fully form.

No.  Not the time for arrogance.

“What do you mean?” She shrugs and tugs some of her hair behind her ears.  Her eyes move to meet Jungkook’s and for a moment he’s taken back by the softness there.

She really is beautiful when she wants to be.

“I wasn’t trying to impress you,” She bites her bottom lip, “And you were kind of a jerk to me at first.  I guess - I don’t know.  Just because I’m shy it doesn’t mean I let people walk all over me.”

Jungkook pulls a face, “I know that.”

Y/N watches him for a moment, and then smiles gently.

“Yeah you do.  You see me now - properly.  And I appreciate that,”  Her eyes move away from his and connect with the back of Park Jimin’s head, “But not everyone else bothers.”

Jungkook knows that if it weren’t for them sleeping together - and then if it weren’t for him falling in love with Soomi at first sight - he probably wouldn’t have bothered to get to know Y/N.

That makes him feel like a real jackass.

He wants to kick himself - to tell past Jungkook that her name is Y/N Y/L/N and not to forget it. 

But he can’t of course.

So instead he just sighs like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders and nudges her almost playfully.

“What about a double date, then?”

Y/N stares at him like he’s legitimately lost his head.

“What?” “A double date.  Me and Soomi, you and Jimin.”

“You’re fucking nuts,” Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, “No.  No way.  I’ve barely ever spoken more than two words to him.”

Jungkook licks his bottom lip, “Doesn’t mean you can’t start now does it?”

“I can’t just ask him out on a date.” “Why not?” 

Jungkook raises a questioning brow.  He watches as Y/N’s face falls and picks up again.

“Because - well I can’t.  I don’t know him well enough yet.”  She seems frustrated that Jungkook won’t agree with her.

But he has to admit - he thinks she’s selling herself short.

Maybe Jimin might not know her properly yet but the minute he does, he’s sure he’ll love her.

“Aren’t you reading that book about confidence?”  Jungkook asks, eyebrow arching higher.  Y/N shifts.

“Yeah so?” “What does it say about asking someone out on a date?” She mulls the question slowly.  Her teeth come out to catch on her bottom lip.

Then she sighs heavily.

“That’s not the point -” 

“Aha! So your book agrees with me.” 

“That’s not what I said.”  She frowns deeply, like Jungkook is the bane of her existence and he wonders for a moment if he really is helping her at all, “I just - look.  I’ve not been on many dates before.  Okay?”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to frown.  He furrows his brow.

“What?” “It’s quite normal,” She tells him huffing loudly, “Don’t look at me like I’ve grown a third head.”

“I’m not - no that’s not what I’m doing.”  Jungkook feels something like… Frustration(?) bubbling in his gut, “I just don’t understand.”

Y/N moves her eyes away from his for a moment and Jungkook is sure she’s embarrassed.

“I just.  I’ve never had a serious boyfriend before and so it’s only natural that I’ve not done a lot of the whole… Dating thing.”  She shrugs like it’s not a big deal, “Tinder scares me.  I much prefer getting drunk and taking unsuspecting English lit majors home, only to have them forget my name the next day.” She sends him a toothy grin but Jungkook can barely react to the jab.

He’s floored.

“You’re ridiculous.”  He is so mad for some reason.  How has nobody wanted to take her on dates before? How does she not have a line of men waiting to sweep her off her feet?

“You’re overreacting.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes, “No I’m not.  You’re fucking awesome Y/N.”

She flushes the brightest shade of red he’s ever seen.

“Shut up.” “No you are.  Jimin would be fucking lucky to date you,” He’s so serious he’s scared he might pop a blood vessel, “Any guy would.”

“Right.”  Y/N is so red he almost laughs, “Well.  Thanks.  I guess.”

Jungkook runs his tongue across his bottom lip and sighs heavily.

This has thrown a wrench into his plans of course.  Where he thought things might be simple - get Y/N together with Jimin as quickly as possible so he can ride off into the sunset with Soomi - it seems that’s not quite the case.

He has to come up with a solution.  A way to ease Y/N into the dating world comfortably - a way to help her realise how fucking cool she really is.

“Okay so then date me.”  The words fly out of him before he can fully process them.

Y/N’s eyes widen and she drops the pen she’s holding.

Fuck.  Wait.  Jungkook holds up a hand quickly.

“No.  God.  No, not like that.”  He tries to calm the situation by waving his hands frantically and even though he knows it definitely won’t work, he keeps trying, “I just mean.  God I just mean before you ask Jimin out on a date - before you invite him to the party at the end of the semester.  Take me on a date.  As practice.  For science.  To gain confidence as it were. I’ll talk you through it.  Think of it like coaching.”

Y/N’s expressions morphs from stunned to contemplative.

He sees a flicker of something - sad and soft, maybe? - but it’s gone before he can properly decipher it.

Weird.

After a moment she shrugs, like he hasn’t just offered her the weirdest proposition of his life.

“Fine.” 

Jungkook raises a brow, “Yeah?” She nods.

“Yeah.” Shit.  Well. 

There it is.

Their lecturer enters at that exact moment - opportune as it is, cutting off right at the end of their conversation -and Jungkook and Y/N open their books on page thirty-nine as instructed.

For a moment, Jungkook is unsure why his heart skipped when Y/N agreed to his ridiculous plan.

It’s because he’s one step closer to Soomi of course.

Yes.

Soomi.

Of course.

//

“You’re taking Y/N on a date?” Namjoon’s eyebrows couldn’t climb higher if he tried. 

Jungkook shrugs and takes a bite out of the microwave spaghetti bolognese he’s just prepared himself.

“Yeah.  Why?” Taehyung scoffs from his place on the couch, eyes rolling so far back into his head, Jungkook’s scared he might lose his eyeballs.

“Oh my god.  You are the dumbest person alive.”

Jungkook pulls a face, “What?” “You really don’t see how ridiculous this whole thing is?”  Taehyung crosses his arms and cocks his head to the side, “Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t see what we see.” “And what do you see?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to raise a brow.  He watches as Namjoon shoots Taehyung a look.

Something that reads a whole lot like: shut the fuck up.

But Taehyung seems to pay no mind.  He clicks his tongue.

“You like Y/N.”

“Oh fuck off.  Not this again.”  Jungkook is so tired of hearing this, and it’s only the second time.

Namjoon sighs heavily and pauses for a moment - setting his studying to one side and giving Jungkook a serious look.

Oh god.

Here it is.

“You’re taking her on a date.” Namjoon is very serious when he says this and Jungkook almost laughs.

“As practice. For Park Jimin… the guy she actually likes, Joon.” 

Jungkook’s friend gives him a look. 

“The guy she actually likes?” 

“Yes,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I’ve been through this already.  I’m helping Y/N with Jimin and she’s helping me with Soomi.  That’s the only reason we’ve been hanging out so much.” 

Jungkook doesn’t mention that he also really enjoys Y/N’s company.  That regardless of Soomi, he still wants to be her friend.  

He reckons that will just make everything worse. 

“She likes you, you fuckwit.”  This comes from Taehyung, who seems so absolutely done with the conversation, Jungkook flips him off. 

“No she doesn’t.” 

Namjoon clicks his tongue, “I hate to agree with Tae-” 

“Hey!” “But he’s right.” 

Jungkook wants to wipe that stupid look of both of their faces.  Like he’s stupid.  Like he hasn’t caught on to the most obvious thing on the planet. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He settles on trying to ignore then, “We’re just friends.” 

“Just friends my ass,” Taehyung pushes, “She likes you Jungkook.  And you like her too.” 

“I like Soomi.” “You think you like Soomi,” He shakes his head vehemently, “But you don’t know her.  Not really.  It’s just the idea of her.” 

“I like Soomi,” He repeats, this time louder. 

Namjoon turns to Taehyung and they share a look.  

And Jungkook hates it. 

But he bites his tongue because he knows despite everything - they think they’re looking out for him. 

“Alright.”  Namjoon raises his hands in surrender, “You like Soomi.” 

Taehyung doesn’t say anything.  He just shakes his head and picks his phone out of his pocket. 

Jungkook wants to feel satisfied, but for some reason he isn’t.

He pushes the weird, gaping feeling in his chest down and turns back to his meal.

They don’t know what they’re talking about.

//

Jungkook decides to take Y/N out for Mexican food.

One - it’s her favourite.  She has sung the praises of tacos and burritos on more than one occasion.

And two - because it’s fun.  Mexican food has a way of making the atmosphere lighter than cotton candy.

Jungkook isn’t sure why - but he knows that of all the hundreds of first dates he’s been on - a Mexican restaurant almost never fails to impress.

And when Y/N texts him half an hour before he’s meant to meet up with her, he opens the message expecting some last minute worry but instead finds a joke.

Y/N: Would it be too much if I brought my own hot sauce?

Jungkook scoffs a laugh.

Jungkook: guuuurl. it is a mexican restaurant… u kno they got their own hot sauce!!!!

A minute later she sends him a gif of someone flipping him off and Jungkook has to laugh.  She really is something.

Y/N insists they meet at the restaurant (for fear that Soomi might catch them and assume the absolute worst) and even though Jungkook feels kind of bad, he agrees because he really, really, really can’t risk Soomi thinking the worst.

So when he finds himself alone in a booth waiting for the ever punctual Y/N to show up ten minutes after their agreed meeting time, he starts coming up with theories.

Theories like that she got into some kind of car crash.

Or that she’s been abducted by aliens.

Ripped through the time space continuum and now she’s in a parallel universe where Jungkook doesn’t get the girl and Soomi thinks he’s a pathetic fuckboy.

Jungkook starts to sweat - he takes a long gulp from the glass of water in front of him - and despite himself he feels something like anxiety crawling up his back.

He knows he’s over exaggerating. 

He has to be… right? 

But just before he picks up his phone and does something crazy like report her to the police as a missing person, the front door swings open and there she is.  

For a moment, Jungkook is taken back to the night he met her.  It’s all blurry of course.  Looked at through the lens of drunkenness that seven tequilas does to a person.  But he remembers suddenly seeing her across the dancefloor of the club.

It was her smile that got him, he thinks.

“Hi.”  She breathes when she reaches the table.

“Hi,” He gives her an appreciative look, “Urm.  Hello.  You look great.” She blushes hotly, “Soomi.  This is all Soomi.”

“She did a good job,” He grins widely at her as she slides into the seat opposite him.

She’s wearing a dress - something form-fitting and short - and her hair is sleek and straight. 

“You clean up good Miss Y/N.”  

The compliment blooms a fresh blush to her cheeks.  She shakes her head.

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “What did you tell her anyway?” Y/N quirks a brow.

“Who?” “Soomi,” He clarifies and for a moment, it’s almost as if she deflates.

Weird.

“Oh right.  Yeah.”  Her lips stretch into a small smile, “I told her I was going on a date with someone from my English class.  So not a lie.  Just an omission of truth.”

Soomi has been texting Jungkook all afternoon.  She mentioned a free house and Jungkook had begrudgingly turned her down of course.

Soomi has no idea why he really turned her down - he told her he had to study for a test next week - but the truth is of course he’s sat in a Mexican restaurant on a pretend date with her best friend.

He shakes his head to get rid of the migraine that thought creates.

“You don’t feel bad?” Jungkook asks, to quell his own doubt.

Y/N tuts.

“No of course not.  You said it yourself, Jungkookie.  This is for science.” The nickname is sweet.  Jungkook hasn’t been called that in years.

The last person to use Jungkookie had been his grandmother and she passed away when he was seventeen.  He feels something warm settle in his chest.

“So did you bring the hot sauce?” Y/N laughs, “That was a joke.” “Was it?” “Okay maybe I was testing the waters,” She giggles and Jungkook finds the sound adorable, “But after you shamed me I couldn’t bring myself to put it in my bag.” Jungkook laughs - something loud and round.  He notices how much Y/N makes him laugh.

The accusation she makes about herself - that she’s a shy, quiet wallflower - makes no sense to him.

“You’re not a wallflower Y/N,” He tells her decidedly - genuinely. 

The comment throws her off.

“What?” “Stop saying that about yourself,” He shakes his head, “You’re funny.  And you’re not a wallflower okay?  You shine too.”

She stares at him for a moment before moving her gaze away.  He sees something flicker across her face - shyness?  Embarrassment?  A combination of the two? - but when she turns back to him she rolls her eyes.

“That’s cheesy Jungkook.  You shine.” He reaches over to flick her wrist, “Shut up.  I’m trying to be nice.”

They’re interrupted by the waitress, who smiles flirtily at Jungkook as she takes their order - batting her eyelashes and giggling at the way he pronounces ‘desperado.’ 

When she leaves Y/N scoffs.

“What?”  Jungkook asks - semi-innocently.

He sort of knows what.  But he wants to hear her say it.

“She was all over you,” Y/N huffs, taking a long gulp out of the complimentary tap water they received when they arrived, “And I’m here with you.” “So?  You could be my sister.” “Oh my god shut up,” She pushes her glass away, “She totally knew we were on a date.” Jungkook neglects to mention that this isn’t a real date.  Instead he smirks.

“So what you’re saying is you’re jealous?” Y/N’s eyes widen and she sputters around for a second - coughing when she inhales her own spit.  Jungkook hides his smile behind his glass as he takes a drink.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know.  You tell me.” “I just think it’s disrespectful.  Fake date or not - we’re still here together.”  She frowns deeply and just as Jungkook moves to agree with her (she’s right, really) the waitress shows up again.  

She sets their drinks down and Jungkook is shocked when she winks at him.

“A desperado for you,” She giggles, “Hope you enjoy it.” Y/N yanks her drink towards her and Jungkook stifles another laugh.  The waitress seems to be enjoying this too much.

“Thanks,” He grins widely, and his eyes flick over to Y/N, “My girlfriend loves these.  It’s the only reason I started drinking them in the first place.” And even though Y/N’s not his girlfriend - the rest of the story is true.

He remembers that first night they’d hung out - where they’d debated pineapple on pizza and played mario kart until one o’clock in the morning - Y/N had offered him his first desperado beer. And he’d been hooked ever since.

The waitress’s eyes move to Y/N.  She looks back over to Jungkook.

“Oh.”  There it is.  The shift in her demeanour. 

The disappointment.

Jungkook smiles again before the waitress nods her head and scurries away, like his words have burned her.

“Why did you do that?” Y/N hisses when the waitress is no longer in earshot.

Jungkook shrugs.

“You were right.  She was disrespecting you.”

Something flashes across Y/N’s face.  Jungkook isn’t sure what it is - but he knows it’s tender.  She smiles softly at him, and for some strange absurd reason, his heart skips a beat.

“Oh.”  The word is so soft - so quiet - he barely hears it.

Then: 

“Thanks.” Their gazes meet and there is a charged moment between them.  Jungkook feels something shift.

“No problem.”

Then the appetizers arrive and whatever weird tension was between them, dissipates.

Weird.

#jungkook x reader #e2l #college jungkook #Fuckboy!Jungkook #romcom #fanfic #fluff #angst #smut

[honeypiehotchner]

Bye Bye, Baby (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

May or may not have just written this in an hour. Also may or may not be based off the new Taylor Swift song. Based on this ask!

Also lmk if y’all want a part two because this does have an unhappy(?) ending, so...

Warnings: angst, mentions of being pregnant, mentions of puking

Word count: a lil over 1k

HOTCH MASTERLIST || Don’t You (Part Two)

It wasn’t like in the movies.

You were foolish, you’ll admit, to think that getting your heart broken like this would be like the movies. Where he’d run after you, kiss you to make it better, confess his undying love, and beg for your forgiveness.

No, Aaron did none of that.

You knew dating a coworker -- your boss, rather -- would be a slippery slope, but you didn’t care. You thought he didn’t, either.

Until he called you into his office and broke up with you.

You wish there was something more to it. A big argument, an email from Strauss or even the director, a massive clash in lifestyles. But there was none of that. No one, not even the team, knew about your relationship with Hotch. There was no thinly veiled warning email from Strauss. Your lifestyles didn’t clash, they fit together perfectly.

But you guess “perfect” is never really as perfect as it seems.

‘Cause I still love you, but I can’t

You had thought it was because you were looking to transfer. You love the BAU, but you wanted to do something more. And to be frank, you were getting tired of seeing Aaron all day but having to pretend. You wanted to see him at home without the relief from pretending all day. You wanted to be able to tell people.

But when you brought up transferring to him, it didn’t cause an argument. He was supportive. You were foolish enough to assume this meant he wanted what you wanted, too. You didn’t know he would end things.

Luckily, having the transfer as an excuse for your departure made it easier. Everyone knew it was coming, your going away party was already planned by Garcia. Hotch conveniently left after half an hour because of an urgent phone call.

Bye bye, to everything I thought was on my side/Bye bye, baby

You transferred just two weeks after the breakup, and soon you were in a new apartment, at a new job, with a new life. You kept up with Garcia and Morgan, but only occasionally. Surprisingly, neither of them ever asked you about Hotch.

Despite it being a secret, you were almost positive they knew and would say something after you left, but it never came.

Months later, you went out for drinks with your new coworkers, but the night was cut short. You were one shot in when you threw up the first time.

You went back to your apartment, promising your coworker, Dannie, that you’d call her if you needed anything. Your promise was an automatic, autopilot response because your heart was hammering in your chest.

Your cycle has always been sporadic. When you realized you were a week late yesterday, you thought nothing of it. But now, you were panicking.

You wanted to go get a pregnancy test yourself, but the room was spinning and with every move you felt like you might puke again. So, keeping your promise, you texted Dannie.

She was at your doorstep in ten minutes, box of pregnancy tests in hand.

“Want me to stay with you?” She had asked.

You felt weird, having only known her for a short time, but you said yes. You didn’t want to be alone if the test was positive.

Letting Dannie stay was a good call.

All three tests were positive.

“Do you know who the father might be?” She asked, meaning well.

You nodded slowly. “Unfortunately.”

“Oh no,” she frowned. “Is he a jackass?”

You wanted to agree. You wanted to say yes, actually, he’s a giant jackass. But the truth is that Aaron isn’t and never was. He was nothing but good to you.

“It’s complicated,” you settled on. “Thanks for staying.”

“No problem,” she said. “If you’re good, I’ve gotta head out to feed Onyx.”

Her cat. “Yeah, go ahead. I’m okay. Thank you again.”

“It’s no problem,” she assured you with a smile.

Nine months later, you gave birth to a baby girl, Juliet, at six in the morning, and Dannie was there.

You asked her to be your daughter’s Godmother that night, and she said yes without hesitation.

+++

Four years later

Grocery shopping with a toddler is never fun, but damn does Juliet make it entertaining.

Currently, she’s trying very hard to convince you that she absolutely, without a doubt, needs these specific chocolate chip cookies.

“We have some at home already, munchkin.”

“I know,” she swings her legs, the zipper on her shoes clinking against the metal of the shopping cart she’s sitting in, “but these are...better.”

“Better, hm?” You raise your eyebrows, glancing up at the shelf to see if they have your favorite cereal. “How so?”

This single question keeps her occupied for another few minutes while you grab a couple of things from the surrounding shelves.

“Tell you what,” you start pushing the cart down the aisle. “If you promise to eat all your veggies tonight, then we can get the cookies.”

“Deal!”

“Alright,” you chuckle, tapping her nose lightly with your finger. “Let’s go get some veggies.”

That’s the plan, at least, until your cart rams right into someone else’s, and when you see who it belongs to, you nearly faint.

“Y/N?” Aaron asks, backing his cart up slowly.

“Hi,” you breathe.

Juliet turns around in her seat, scrunching her nose at Aaron. “Who’re you?”

“He’s my old boss, munchkin,” you explain quietly. “He’s not a stranger.”

Aaron’s heart twists painfully when you say old boss instead of an old friend or even ex-boyfriend. You’ve reduced him to an old coworker in your mind, but in his, you’ve always remained the greatest love he ever had.

“Hi Aaron,” Juliet says, then turns back to you. “Mommy, can we please get veggies? I’ll even eat broccoli.”

“Broccoli?” You gasp, Aaron completely forgotten for a moment.

Juliet nods firmly. “Anything for cookies.”

“Alright,” you reply with just as much enthusiasm. “Let’s go get some broccoli, then.”

You look back up to find Aaron watching you both with a smile, but a sad smile, the kind that you can’t quite place or read.

Truthfully, he’s at a loss for words. Here you are, after so many years, with a daughter who looks exactly like him.

“It was nice seeing you,” you say to Aaron, smiling brightly, smiling right through the pain.

“You too,” Aaron says quietly, letting you go for the second time.

There’s so much that I can’t touch/You’re all I want but it’s not enough this time

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner one shot #hotch #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #angst #aaron hotchner angst #hotch angst #criminal minds

[stardustedknuckles]

Imogen’s relationship to the very concept of personal connection fascinates me, because by all accounts she should probably hate people by now. Just as a concept. They crowd her own thoughts, they almost never say what they mean, they’re selfish and they use others thoughtlessly - it would be easier to digest if it were an intentional thing, maybe - all of that and more, with Imogen as the unwilling front-row audience.

And instead, somehow, she still looks for connection. She doesn’t like being in crowds because it makes her head hurt, not because she doesn’t like people. They don’t know they’re crushing her. In Imogen’s mind, she is the problem. She not only can’t help seeing what people purposefully hide from the world, it’s being actively thrown at her. She never blames her pain on others, nor does she get angry about being forced to bear it all.

She just wants to know why. What is this power? Why is it hers? Is there a way to control it - to live the sort of life everyone else does, where you get to take people at the face value they give you? There’s an inherent kindness to people that I wonder if Imogen has noticed. She almost certainly has. Because it’s not thoughts that count, not when you’re Imogen. It’s action. Someone thinking Imogen is a freak but choosing to be polite is a kindness that is stripped when Imogen can’t help but hear the thought behind it. But she’s noticed the effort (or the reflex) anyway. If I were her, I would want to be allowed to focus on the action itself. She’s not given the option to buy into the lie, but neither is she blind to the conscious effort people make not to be jackasses. I wonder if she looks at it differently depending on the day.

It’s also interesting that Imogen’s response has been neither to unilaterally love nor hate the way things are - it’s been to use people right back. Zero malice, only efficiency. She looks into people’s thoughts until they have proven they are people who deserve her efforts at discretion, and that fascinates me because it indicates that she knows on some level it’s a violation. What does she really know about privacy, though? What people don’t know she can hear won’t hurt them because she won’t hurt them. Imogen’s power has incredible potential and when she’s not praying for a fantasy tylenol she’s using it for entirely neutral reasons. At some point she decided to quit hiding and go out into the world with her uncontrolled powers and use them to help her. I would love to know what was behind that decision to stop trying to give everyone privacy and move forward with her own needs.

More than anything I want to know how she sees herself, whether that has changed, and what could change it again. We seem to be hurtling towards answers for Imogen more quickly than anyone, and while that could end up being wrong I can’t help but wonder how her character might change if and when she IS able to control her power. If she could choose to shut everyone out of her head at will, what about her fundamental character would change, if anything? She hasn’t had time to figure out what she wants. She’s around 20 and her whole developing life has been spent trying to grapple with this otherworldly condition. I’ve been trying to get a grasp on what it is her character wants and the best I can come up with for now is choice. Control. Not over the world, not over people, just over herself. Would that allow her joy? Would it strengthen some as-yet-undiscovered will and drive to make a difference in the world? Would it leave her feeling empty and directionless, once the burden that has defined her whole life were resolved? What would that control allow her to do and be?

I just want to know what happens when she gets that grasp on her power. There’s a void inside of her that she hasn’t been able to look at directly owing to the maelstrom of psychic bullshit in the way. What’s on the other side?

#imogen temult #I am trying so hard to nail down what she wants #but it is difficult because she hasn't had time to figure out what she wants #she's got to control this shit first and then she can be allowed to want #this and more elsa parallels tonight on the six o' clock news

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude!”

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Mieczyslaw Miezko Gemini Gajos Stilinski, more commonly known as Miko by his father, Mischeif by his mother and Stiles everyone else, moved from a very tiny town called Yellville, Arkansas to Los Angeles, California. He was so not happy about changing schools but he also understood.

His mother had been offered a prestigious position at the University of California. It made sense to move and he had always been good about meeting new people, it was the whole keeping them around after meeting them that was where he flopped.

He arrived early on Wednesday morning halfway through the first week of school, which was better than halfway through the year. He would be a senior, taking almost all AP Classes, and he had plans damn it. He was going to college and it would be perfect just like he’d always planned.

Even if for most of his life the world seemed out to get him, at least Stiles could always count on himself. He was even more grateful for that fact after he nearly brained himself on his locker door when he finally got it open. His ears turned pink and his cheeks were hot with mortification. “One year. Just one,” he mumbled as he shut his locker and made his way to his first period class.

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson was eyeing the food in the lunch line when his teammate, Garrett, elbowed him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Dude look!” Garrett said earnestly. With an eye roll, Jackson looked. There was a newbie apparently and weren’t newbies such fun? “Supposedly his mother got some big position at the university. He just moved here.”

“Uh huh,” Jackson said, feigning interest. “Why do we care?”

His teammate frowned. “Well, you never know what some good gossip might get ya. For example, his first name is some super strange Polish thing and in total his given name is dove names long, but thankfully he goes by Stiles. Although, I’m very curious what the five names are because Stiles isn’t one of them.

Jackson snorted. “His parents must’ve wanted to torture the kid or something.”

Garrett didn’t laugh. “I don’t know but it’s just him and his mom.”

”Yikes,” Jackson mumbled, feeling and uncharacteristic sense of sympathy for the teen that he quickly shoved aside. “What else do you know?”

“Oh, and now that he’s here, your ex got bumped down to numero dos in our grade. Lydia didn’t know whether to be pissed or impressed. I think she’s a bit of both. Anyway, his scores and grades are top notch. He’s single, and gay or bi, I’m still not sure on that. He’s incredibly smart, a total genius. He’s also sarcastic and—Oh!”

Jackson looked over just in time to see said genius trip over air and nearly smash his face into the lunch table. His glasses nearly paid the price along with his nose. “Yikes. New kid looks like a lumberjack dressed him. Who wears that much plaid? Also, are we sure he’s in our grade? He looks like a child.”

“I dunno dude. Maybe he’ll keep things interesting. I don’t want to be bored all year.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Stiles was so embarrassed and he decided to seek refuge within the pages of his favorite novel. It was easier than facing a lunchroom full of strangers. He knew how cruel people could be. Still, when he took a seat in science class and was paired with some douche canoe, he realized that he hadn’t considered city boy cruelty.

Within minutes, Jackson—more like Jackass—Whittemore was frowning at him and asking him who dressed him. He even went so far as to call out all of Stiles’s quirks, and while Stiles recognized it was mostly ignorance on the city prick’s part, he couldn’t bite his tongue once the bell rang.

“Would you shut the hell up you asshole?! Listen Jackass Whipemore...I don’t care what you think about my clothes, my hair, my voice, my anything, okay?! I’m a rarefied and acquired taste, thus my reason for not having any fucks to give when it comes to what you think of me. What I do care about is the fact that you just wasted a whole damn class period on that when we have a project to do. I’m not afraid to let you sink on your own. Now shut your trap and move out of my way because I don’t want to be late for the last period.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson just stared in shock as the new kid, Stiles—What the hell is a Stiles?—gave him a tongue lashing and left. It wasn’t the kind of tongue lashing Jackson preferred either, though he quickly pushed those thoughts away. “Whatever,” he grumbled to himself. “Fuck him.”

Yeah. Fuck him. Jackson would love to. Stiles was so gosh darn gorgeous. If only he wasn’t such a fashion fail. If only he wasn’t a geek. If he was neither, then Jackson would take him to bed tonight. Then again he could always take him to bed and then that would be one and done. Right?!

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude. Like if only he was more laidback about looks. He is such a city boy. If only he was a bit more geeky. He’s not stupid but he’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box either.”

“First day and you already have a crush, Stiles. Damn.”

“What?! No I-I don’t!”

He totally did but it was more of a I hate you, now go fuck yourself but, you know, go fuck yourself after you fuck me. Stiles groaned. He was so screwed.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #isaac lahey #jock jackson whittemore #geek stiles stilinski #pre relationship #pre stackson #human au #new kid stiles stilinski

[teklarn]

hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia) 

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!! 

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst. 

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk 

word count: 3,859 

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !) 

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part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally. 

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’? 

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day. 

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders. 

his leg was bouncing eagerly. 

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else. 

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn... 

“y/n! come look at this!” 

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over. 

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone. 

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku? 

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!” 

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you. 

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?” 

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look. 

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?” 

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.” 

“holy—” 

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking. 

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article. 

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!” 

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?” 

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped. 

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them. 

his eyes bore into yours. 

“did you...need something?” 

your voice broke his trance. 

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.” 

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?” 

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?” 

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me. 

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting. 

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was. 

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.) 

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up. 

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.” 

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother. 

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you. 

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped. 

“shitty hair, let go of me.” 

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?” 

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato. 

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped. 

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries. 

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together. 

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms. 

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh. 

- 

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.” 

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.” 

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.” 

denki sighed, slumping back. 

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds. 

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head. 

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.” 

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned. 

the brunette grinned. “great!” 

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name. 

“bakugou.” 

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find... 

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground. 

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent. 

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called. 

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure. 

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him. 

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks. 

you laughed. “what?” 

“shut up.” 

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.” 

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?” 

so you had heard him! 

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.” 

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” 

gosh he loved that about you. 

bakugou caught his thought in the air. 

ahem...gosh he hated that about you. 

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first. 

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it. 

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache. 

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.  

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body. 

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back. 

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t. 

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either. 

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky. 

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out. 

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent. 

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so... 

you stood over him, hands on your hips. 

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile. 

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain. 

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels. 

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.” 

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back. 

- 

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on. 

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room? 

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard. 

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.” 

you barely grunted in response. 

“don’t ignore me.” 

“i heard you, mom.” 

“the hell did you call me?” 

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive. 

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back. 

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened. 

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you. 

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.” 

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?” 

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—” 

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving. 

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly. 

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“you’re annoying.” 

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it. 

- 

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body. 

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds. 

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you. 

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason. 

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion. 

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions. 

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes. 

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen. 

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back. 

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face. 

“fight me again,” he demanded. 

“excuse me?” 

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.” 

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.” 

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.” 

“you’re being stubborn.” 

“i’m being reasonable. back off.” 

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou. 

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.” 

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?” 

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away. 

-

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself. 

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?” 

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.” 

“dude...that sounds really weird.” 

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.” 

- 

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again. 

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong. 

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great? 

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear. 

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right? 

what was so...amazing about deku? 

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these. 

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent. 

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you. 

you were the only person to be able to do this to him. 

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head. 

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.” 

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga. 

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.) 

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?” 

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not. 

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here. 

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.” 

“okay? is that it?” 

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him? 

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”  

“...what?” 

gosh dammit, as friends? 

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side. 

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor. 

this earned a snicker from you. 

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.” 

your eyes flew wide. “...what?” 

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.” 

he swallowed. 

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.” 

he leaned closer. “yes?” 

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.” 

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal. 

“oh, alright.” 

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode. 

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything. 

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right? 

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you. 

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