#& honestly sometimes an equally shitty boyfriend

[vonev]

What if Ghost is a toxic boyfriend?

Let's be honest, he can be so fucking toxic a lot of the times.

The constant hot and cold attitude of his, how he treats your relationship like an on-and-off switch, not to mention the way he disregards your feelings with a snap of his finger either.

"I already fucking told you I don't want to go." He didn't mean to yell at you, but you infuriates him to no end sometime.

"It's my birthday party, Simon!" you hadn't meant to snap at him either, but how could you not when he's doing everything he can to avoid hanging out with you? His own girlfriend?

"Because I don't fucking care!" He really didn't mean that, he swear, he just wanted you to stop yapping his ears away when all he wanted to do was to relax with you and spend the night watching your favourite movie--not see you whore yourself out to the world wearing that tight little number that only he can look at, all at a nightclub while he can't do anything about it.

The argument leaves a bitter taste in your mouth when you left the flat you both shared--you didn't even enjoy the night, spending it crying into your friend's shoulder at her place as she was rendered speechless at how ruthless Simon acted toward you.

"You don't need him, babe," her hand rubs soothing circles onto your back as you heaved into her chest, soaking the collar of her dress. "You can do so much better than him."

You believe her at the moment: that yes, you can leave his ass, and you will. So you sent him a text:

I'm done. I'm breaking up with you.

And you'd continue to cry into the bed your friend kindly lent you.

It wasn't in the plan: he knocked on your friend's door that faithful midnight with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, you recognize that he had specifically picked out ones that meant something--a heartfelt apology, like he had poured his heart out into it. So when you wrapped your arms around him, you dived right back into the same old habit of excusing his shitty behavior yet again as you both left your friend's flat and went back to his.

But God is the way he holds you when you're in bed so fucking addicting; how he trails his fingertips along the edge of your skin teasingly, nose nestled into the crook of your neck as he breathe you in like drugs, taste you like one. Laps his tongue so beautifully on you it has you seeing stars from the back of your lids, a hand clutching at his blond strands while you're fighting God himself internally as you came undone on his lips.

"Don't you have another bitch to fuck, Simon?" because every time he'd argue with you, he'd tell you that he'd leave you for another pretty bait. That you're nothing but a warm body and a pretty mouth for him to use. Of course, you believed him; because he's so beautiful without even trying, and because you see the endless seas of messages from equally gorgeous women swarming his texts.

"Don't need 'nother one when I've got the perfect one in my hands, love."

And he looks so pretty when you're on your knees, you peering up at him, tongue swirling around his angry tip and him throwing his neck back whimpering sweet nothings that has you sneaking a hand in-between your legs to soothe yourself temporarily--you know nothing will ever come close to how it feels when he'd hilt himself deep inside you, though.

He gives you everything that night--swears day and night he'd never raise his voice at you again in exasperated gasps as he finds himself digging into your guts with his cock, the squelching of your pussy mixed with his spit leaves you crying and scratching his back with fresh manicure. "It's my honour, love," was what he said when he swiped his card to pay for your nails; knowing him, he just wanted to see bloody trails and angry scratches on his back in the morning when he wakes up.

Honestly? You give in.

You give in because you're tired of it all--of his tactics, how easily he has you wrapped around his finger and cumming on his cock whenever he wished for it. You curse yourself for being so weak, forgetting about each and every promises you made to your friend about breaking up with him when he has you writhing and squealing under him so easily. He took care of you so well, too. Wiping you up after he destroyed your pussy (and probably the bed) then tucking you into his way too comfortable duvet that had you forgetting about the reason you were mad at him the first place.

You tell yourself you can't be blamed, that he's the one at fault for being so insatiable and fucking toxic. But a deeper part within you knows that you look like a fucking fool every time you crawl back to into his arms. When he has you shaking like a stray leaf the next morning, waking up with a knowing ache between your thighs and a sore throat from the night before.

You don't check why your phone has been blowing up relentlessly ever since you left during midnight--you knew what was to come, but you don't dare to face it. So you wrap your arms around his waist, trailing light feathers onto the marks you left on his back, whispering good morning into the crook of his neck and all you get is a soft grunt in response.

Shamefully, you push away the other part of you that screams in the back of your mind; alarms blaring inside your head, it's another part of you that just wants to protect you from the hurt, from the mental trauma he'd inflict on you.

But you never listen.

#angst #hurt/no comfort #toxic love #toxic relationship #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #cod mwii #simon riley #jesus christ this was a lil tough to write #toxic but pretty bf simon :p #drabble #why do i do this to myself

[pilvimarja]

We need to talk about your "livin' on a prayer" AU bc it's so god I swear GORKDJDIFODKDKS SO GOOD AND CHUBBY DANIEL!!! AND JOHNNY FEAR OF DANIEL LEAVING HIM 😭😭😭

Omg I'd love to because that AU was one of my personal favorites to write! I just really love, love, love fics where Johnny and Daniel are together in the 80s or 90s. I've also always loved Bon Jovi and Livin' On A Prayer is one of my favorite songs from them and it was so easy for me to picture young Daniel and Johnny in the place of Tommy and Gina from the song.

The honeymoon period of the relationship is over and the romance isn't dead, but it's harder to balance between love and everyday struggles as Johnny is kind of drifting without any real direction after he dropped out of college, day drinking and struggling to hold on to his job at the diner while Daniel works an equally shitty job as a grease monkey (which he actually likes). But they've got each other and that's a lot for love 🥰

I saw Johnny in this AU as someone who is a little immature and really insecure and has this moody sadness to him and a tendency to take Daniel for granted sometimes. But he can also be really, really sweet and I honestly think his life would be very dark without Daniel in it.

And the same is true for Daniel. Johnny drives him crazy sometimes, because unlike Daniel who grew up with a single mother and had to grow up pretty fast, Johnny has spent most of his life in luxury and never really had to take care of himself until now. But Daniel loves Johnny with all of his heart and wouldn't give his sweet himbo of a boyfriend up for anything!

And yessss chubby!Daniel superiority!!! I love him 🥰 I actually had these inspirational little pictures in my google docs when I wrote the fics in this AU and I always see Daniel as a mix of Ralph from Crossroads (the hair), Teachers (the outfits) and TKK (the cheeks and thicc 🍑 ass!). And post-high school Johnny always looks like some version of Scott McCall in my head with the mullet and the beefcake build with the sweet face and sad eyes.

Here are direct links to each individual part of this AU in case someone is interested: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

I also didn't officially include this fic in the Livin' On A Prayer verse, because it takes place years later, but I always see it as a spiritual sequel to the Tommy and Gina era AU. I like to think it's Daniel and Johnny after they made it ☺️

Anyway, thank you for your ask and letting me ramble about this AU!

#asks #lawrusso

[informaticn]

i really hate how this fandom   ( &   sometimes even the marble writers )   treats nat in regards to her breakups esp with clint   &   matt bc it’s always seen as something she just did out of the blue through no fault of theirs   &   it’s like.   did any of you ever bothered to actually read when she was on panel or.

#it's always oh poor clint or poor matt she just dumped him for no reason #& i?? don't know where anyone gets that??? #i can literally only guess that people read the specific panels of her breaking up with them #& nothing else bc there are obvious signs ; red flags that the boys just chose to ignore #like with clint nat has a few lines where she talks about clint just never being around #she mentions that they hadn't even had a meal together in months by the time she leaves him #she comments that it was hard to be with him bc she had removed herself from the hero scene #& therefore she couldn't really interact with him as a hero which was the focus of his life at the time #maybe clint & those near to them couldn't see it but as readers it's blatantly obvious that they were just growing apart #& it was going to be inevitable that they ended up splitting #with matt it's like #i love him but also he was a shitty partner #& honestly sometimes an equally shitty boyfriend #nat offers him repeated second chances ; she gives him several clues & even directly tells him #that she's unhappy with how he treats her as a partner & how they interact as romantic attachments #& he actively chose to not even attempt to change his behavior #eventually she just reached a breaking point where even tho she did still love him #it was plain for anyone with eyes that they were simply incompatible as partners both romantically & professionally #i just #i don't see how anyone can look at their breakups & think that it came out of nowhere when for both #nat was repeatedly expressing that she didn't like how things were & both would just repeatedly ignore it #there's also an issue with how bucky & nat's breakup was generally handled but that's #generally focused around how marble never really addresses it beyond the focus they put #on bucky's sadness over it rather than actually Confronting & resolving the issue #while continuously ignoring the fact that nat is even there beyond her ability to stare straight ahead #while bucky looks sad & lonely #i'm mad about it!! all of them!! #stop pretending nat is a bad girlfriend bc clint & matt had the listening comprehension of a bag of rocks when they dated!! #& stop pretending bucky was the only one hurt by the situation!! #let nat have feelings!! let her be fed up & tired of dealing with them!! let her be angry!! or sad!! let her be a person!!

[multifandhoem]

server collab || ii

Server Collab from the Haikyuu HQ server with the prompt: “Guess I‘ll just have to cum inside you.“

The masterlist for the whole collab is here!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: slight SPOILER (it‘s really really small), smut obviously, little bit of public stuff if you count it as such, slight breeding kink, wedding sex, lot‘s of fluff

Word count: 3292

“I still remember when Iwa-chan told me, how he embarrassed himself in front of a cute girl and hoped he would never see her again to not relive the existential dread he felt at that moment. And then he told me he met her again and she laughed over the mishap and they were going to get coffee next week.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“I am so sorry.” His face was red, head bowed down in embarrassment, but you could still see it at the tip of his ears.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t like you were a stalker or something.” You were giggling a bit at the state he was in. “On top of that it is kinda my fault, I should’ve closed the curtains or something.” He slowly raised himself again, face still scrunched up in discomfort. He really looked like he was in horrendous pain and it was kinda your fault. “Please don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ll treat you to coffee, to make you feel better, when are you free?”

Maybe the fact that he was a looker made you act a bit more open towards him than usual, but you genuinely felt bad for him. He was obviously beating himself up over that accident a couple of days ago.

You had realised fast that you could look from your window right into the room on the other side of the street, which was why you invested in curtains pretty early. But apparently, you had forgotten to close them this time, so when you turned around shirtless and made eye contact with a man, you were both equally surprised. He looked mortified and you couldn’t even blink when he suddenly dropped to the floor, now hidden from your wide eyes.

Your body reacted, even though he probably couldn’t see you anymore, shielding your breasts with one arm, the other hastily closing the curtains. After the initial shock wore off you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Why did he just drop to the floor? He could’ve turned around or something.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

Next to you, Hajime buried his face in his hands, but the large grin that had adorned his face for the whole evening was still there. Tooru waited a bit until the laughter calmed down until he continued.

“When I came back from Argentina for a visit she was already his girlfriend of five months. And when I saw Iwa-chan I knew that she would probably stick around for longer. You know, Iwa-chan is a very violent person-“ “Only towards shitty people!” You knew he couldn’t have let that jab just go by, but Tooru professionally ignored him.

“but with her, he was very soft, always touching her in some way. Sometimes touching too much. Don’t think we forgot the trip to the cabin!” He scoldingly wiggled his finger towards you, accompanied by Makki’s and Mattsun’s affirming but still scandalised shouts.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“We gotta be quick, Haji.” His lips were hot on your collarbones, fingers already dipping under your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head. “I know, they will wonder where we are.”

You had excused yourself for a second from the movie the others had put on. It was the first time this day where there weren’t two other people in the room with you, everybody being huddled in the living room of the small cabin where you resided for the weekend. With two bedrooms shared between the six of you and one big room that functioned as kitchen, living and dining room, there was never space for some alone time, which you were desperate to have after your boyfriend strutted around you shirtless the whole day. It should be illegal for someone as fine as he was to do such things.

Foreplay had to be postponed for the next time, you had little time until the others would grow suspicious. “No need, I can take you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your entrance, desperate to just feel his cock in you. He chuckled at your eagerness, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock sprung free, already hard and leaking. Apparently, you weren’t the only sexually frustrated one.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when he buried himself in you with one stroke.

“Quiet, baby.” His lips found yours stifling your small moans as he began moving his hips.

Breathless gasped and small moans soon filled the room, occasionally accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, when Hajime couldn’t stop his hips before they met yours. “I’m close,” you whimpered as he began rubbing your clit and he shot you a breathless smile and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “Bite something when you come,” he said quietly, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic.

“Disgusting!” Loud banging on the door interrupted you and Hajime let out a string of curses. “If you already know then don’t go interrupting, Shittykawa!” Not having to hide anymore his hips finally snapped into yours, using the full capacity of his strength to make you moan against his shoulder.

Unfortunately, the orgasm you experienced didn’t lessen the embarrassment when you faced the others again.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

It was your turn to hang your head in shame, trying not to meet your parents’ eyes, who were seated next to you. Or worse, Hajime’s parents.

Tooru chuckled at your misery, before continuing.

“To be honest, I wasn’t that surprised when Iwa-chan called me and told me he would send me pictures of rings and I should help him decide. He obviously forgot timezones since it was 2am for me and I first thought somebody had died, but after promising to make me best man I obviously forgave him.” The guests laughed again and Tooru took a well-rehearsed break.

“I don’t think I have seen Iwa-chan as nervous as when he was rehearsing his proposal through me via Skype. I told him it was good, even though he was a stammering mess. But the thing about those two over there is that they calm each other down. So I knew, when the moment would come, everything would go swimmingly. I saw the way they looked at each other, there was no way she would say no.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“What are you planning?” You were chuckling, when Hajime lead you through the small house on the outskirts of Tokyo you two had purchased together when it was safe that he was staying in Japan with his work. “Let me surprise you, woman, and stop asking.” You could hear the amusement in his voice and it made your heart bloom. After all these years together he still made you feel like you were going on your first date. And he probably always would.

“Small step, be careful.”

You felt the ground changing from the hardwood floor to a rougher and colder one, showing you that you were now outside on the small terrace. You didn’t have to wonder for long, what he was planning when he carefully pulled the blindfold off your face. The first thing you saw was him.

But it was enough. He was smiling at you, his eyes radiating love. You couldn’t help but snaking your arms around his neck, to press a kiss to his lips. “You look so handsome. I love you.”

Hajime in a suit was something you had the pleasure of seeing a couple of times, but it still caught you off guard how someone could look this good.

“You haven’t even looked around, idiot,” He chuckled but still laid his arms around you to tug you towards him to kiss you again. After that he still forced you to turn around, to take a look at what he conjured in the last couple of hours.

The small garden you had behind your house was completely transformed, fairy lights making the faint evening glow even more magical.

“It’s beautiful.” The words were soft, Hajime wouldn’t have heard them if he wasn’t standing this close to you. “All for you, baby. I love you. I just thought, maybe we could sit on the blanket, maybe drink a bit of wine and just talk, you know?” His voice was laced with nervousness, even if he wasn’t even sure why. He knew you would like what he did. He went through your Pinterest boards and they were loaded with fairy lights, clinking classes, kisses shared under the faint glow. “That sounds perfect. What’s the occasion? I haven’t forgotten anything, right?” He laughed out loud at your nervousness. “No, babe, you haven’t. I just wanted to do something for you.”

His smile was so pure, filled with raw emotion, you had to kiss him again, putting as much passion as possible into the kiss. “Thank you, Hajime. I love you so much. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Your eyes were a bit wetter than usual and you hastily blinked the tears away, smiling at your boyfriend, ready to have a magical evening.

He really had everything prepared. Next to the blanket, a small cooler with a bottle of rosé laid, together with two glasses for you. His phone played soft instrumental music in the background, as you settled yourself against his chest, occasionally sipping at your wine, reminiscing about the past years, wishing for the future ones.

“Hey, move for a second, my leg’s fallen asleep.” A small tug of his leg under you made you sit up, while he fixed his posture, both of you now sitting upright in front of each other.

“Sorry, about that. Do you want to stand up for a bit to move it?” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he tugged you back down when you already wanted to stand up.

A shaky breath escaped him. So this was it. “Y/N, baby, I love you. So much, you can’t even imagine. You’ve been with me for the past couple of years and I honestly can’t wait for the future, if you’re by my side.” He paused for a second, hand slipping into his pocket. “Hajime.” Tears were already welling up in your eyes before he even managed to pull the ring out of his pocket, that he and Tooru had chosen so diligently a couple months prior.

“Will you marry me?”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Those two, right there, are a great couple if I’ve ever seen one. I actually can’t imagine a better partner for my Iwa-chan. Hajime. I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve been growing up alongside you and, dare I say, we’ve both become pretty great.” Tooru chuckled a bit, but everyone could hear his voice wavering, as his eyes were fixated on his best friend.

“I can’t express how happy I am, to still have you in my life, to now seeing you maturing into this great man who is inspiring others in everything he does. Seeing you enter this new part of your life, with this great woman in my life warms my heart. And you deserve nothing less. A toast to you. A toast to your future, Mr. and Mrs. Iwaizumi.” He raised his glass to you, a big smile on his face.

If he weren’t sitting right across from you, you would’ve missed the small tears rolling down his face. The guests around you all raised their glasses to towards you, everyone touched by Tooru’s speech.

But nobody came close to Hajime, who was clenching your hand in his’ tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, before he strode over to his friend, tightly embracing him.

You couldn’t hear what words were exchanged as tears fell and people smiled at the pair. Every guest at your wedding knew about Hajime and Tooru. The best friends, the best partners, who have been with each other since they were about five years old. Who only see each other every couple of months, partners technically becoming rivals.

When your husband came back to you his eyes were puffy, some tears still escaping, but the happiest smile on his face. Tooru hugged you too, wishing you good luck for your future, making a small joke about becoming an uncle again and telling you, once again, to take care of his best friend, his brother.

“I’m so happy to be your wife.” Hajime kissed you at your words but you still knew that he was equally as happy as you were. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily now,” you joked, relishing in the laughter that escaped him.

“As if I would ever want that. I’m going to put some kids in you as soon as possible. And then we have a little family. Maybe even a big family. Whatever you want.” He kissed you again and you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of him with kids in your head. More importantly, your kids. “About that.” You leaned into his side, grateful for the minutes you had at the edge of the room. “I’ve been thinking, maybe stopping my birth control? I mean we don’t have to start trying and stuff, but we’re married now and we’ve been together for a while, and we talked about it already, and-“ You were cut off with a passionate kiss, Hajime even dipping you slightly as he practically devoured you.

“Do you mean that? Do you really mean that?” You could only nod, a wide grin on your lips as you cupped his face in your hands to bring his mouth to yours again. “Fuck, I love you. I can’t wait to fuck you today.” Heat shot through your stomach at his words and his kisses did nothing to soothe it.

“Hajime.” You really didn’t intend for his name to sound like such a whimper. But when he growled against your lips you knew you were done for. “The bridal room. Where I got ready. Let’s go.”

You felt like a schoolgirl sneaking around again, when you were rushing through the halls of the venue, hand in hand with your new husband, giggling around, until you finally closed the door behind you, being pressed against the same one in an instant, a breathless Hajime resting his forehead against yours.

You were whispering ’I love you’s to each other for the probably thousandths time this day, but it wasn’t like you were growing tired of it anytime soon. “You gotta be careful about the dress, I don’t wanna have cum stains somewhere,” you reminded him as he was flicking up your skirt, already sinking to his knees.

“Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” You giggled in excitement at his statement, soon leading into a moan, when he buried his face between your lower lips, thong pulled to the side, his tongue expertly doing all the things he found out about you the years before.

“Fuck, Hajime.” Your fingers thread themselves in his hair, tugging him closer.

He took one of your legs in his hand, tugging it over his shoulder and digging even deeper between your legs, using the fingers of his other hand as well, to insert two of them into your dripping cunt. “Haji, I’m coming,” you whimpered, clamping onto him.

“Wait for my cock.” The years of never neglected training came in handy, when he stood up, with you in his arms, to seat you on the small table, that was probably just in the room for decorating purposes. You shrieked a bit at how fast everything was happening, but you kind of agreed with him.

The first time you should come as husband and wife should be with him deep inside you.

He dropped his suit pants to his ankles and you could feel yourself clench with excitement. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, please, Haji.” You pulled him towards you again to connect your lips, moaning into his mouth when he rubbed his dick up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

It’s weird to explain what you felt the moment he pushed himself inside you. You had sex lots of times. But in that moment you felt more complete than you ever did.

You stayed like that for a couple of seconds, connected in the most intimate way possible, before his hips snapped back and into you again, eliciting a moan of both of you.

“Honestly, fucking you in your wedding dress is hot as fuck.” He laughed breathlessly, kissing you again, all while not halting his thrusts.

“Think about me pregnant with your kids,” you purred in his ear and squeaked in delight when his next thrust was harder than before.

“Don’t get me started. You’re going to look so good pregnant. All round and cozy.” His speed grew more erratic and you knew he would come soon.

“Fuck, we gonna start soon, right?” Your fingers clenched in his shirt, pushing him closer to you, chasing your own high.

“We’re starting right now, baby.” He kissed you again, hand moving down to rub your clit again, chuckling at the little whimpers you let out.

“Haji-“ You didn’t need to say more, he already knew, what you wanted to tell him.

“Go on, baby.” You kissed again, moans mixing in your mouths, as his tongue caressed yours, the slight taste of your juices still left on them. Every time his cock hit that one part you had to suppress a small scream, only slightly moaning in your husband's mouth.

“Can’t wait for tonight. Gonna fill you- ah- up again and again. And then you can be as loud as you want. Fuck. Gonna take my time with you.”

The filth he muttered against your lips only made you clench down harder onto his cock, feeling your high approaching rapidly. It was him coming, his cum spurting into you, which finally sent you over the edge, legs wrapping around him, bringing him even closer to your body, completely engulfing him, dead set on never letting him go.

Heavy breathing filled the room, as you both came down from your high. Small kisses were being exchanged, I love you’s were mumbled. But it was still perfect.

“I’m already anticipating tonight,” you mumbled, slightly exhausted due to moaning so much, making him chuckle, while his hands calmingly rubbed up and down your sides.

When he pulled out of you, you moaned again at the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of you.

“This looks so good. You look so good.” Hajime’s eyes were focused on the spot between your legs, fingers twitching to push it back inside.

“Don’t let it go on the dress!” You shrieked, chuckling at the way he darted to get a paper towel, carefully wiping you down.

“You alright, baby?” He helped you down from the table after pushing your thong back in place and fixing up his suit pants.

“Yeah. I love you. You made me the happiest woman alive, today, you know that?” The smile he threw your way at your words made your heart bloom. You were so in love with this man.

“Now, brace yourself for the comments.” You intertwined your fingers again, going back down the hallways to rejoin your guests at your reception. “You think somebody noticed something?” Your hands grew sweaty at the thought. Hopefully, nobody suspected a thing. Especially not his parents. Or worse, the grandparents!

“Tooru will have noticed for sure. You know how he is. If we’re lucky he hasn’t told Makki or Mattsun.” Hajime seemed way to relaxed at the thought, only shrugging his shoulders, ditching your hand to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side.

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you could feel he was smiling.

“I love you, too.”

No matter what was going to happen once you got back, this was still the best day of your life.

#haikyuu #iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime #server collab #haikyuuhq #multifandhoem #seijoh #oikawa #oikawa tooru #wedding #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff #aoba johsai #iwaizumi steamy #steamy

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Baby, You’re Perfect

Pairing: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Weight insecurity, negative body image/icky thoughts, body shaming from relatives, talks about skipping a meal once, general stuff like that. Kirishima’s reader is actively trying to lose weight. Cursing/language throughout (but mostly in Bakugou’s)

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari

Author’s Note:

And here we have yet another request that is super old. I’m talking this has been chillin in my inbox for three good months. My sincere apologies, anon. And again, I’m sorry that that had to happen to you. Your grandma has no right to speak to you in that way. You’re making great progress and that’s amazing! Keep going strong, I believe in you. Anyhow, I had a lot of fun doing this request! We all need more chubby y/n on this website.

Yes, it says Hawks but I contacted the anon and we switched it to Denki bc I don’t write for Keigo (and we had a lovely conversation. they’re very nice :D). 

Also the first two insults are things that have actually been said/done to me irl (hehe tasty self projection) and the last one in Denki’s is from an episode from Tuca and Birdie (it’s a good show).

Anyway, be nice to people. Respect others and speak to them as equals. We’re all human beings here, trying to get by. We’re also like a month away from 2021, I shouldn’t have to say that >:(

Happy Thanksgiving!

-Sugar

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Bakugou:

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were tired of their faces, tired of their words. You were headed home early, and you would not be sorry.

You didn’t hate your family. They could just be a little . . . difficult sometimes.

At first, it had gone well. You’d arrived at your aunt’s house yesterday for a family gathering and met up with everyone. They’d hugged you and asked you how you were doing. They’d even asked after your pro hero boyfriend, who you had chosen not to bring along for the purpose of spending some quality alone time with your family.

But then it happened; the thing you’d been dreading, the type of comment you’d hoped against all things you wouldn’t hear this time. But there it was.

You were nearly done preparing for lunch, helping to place dishes of food out in the backyard for your family meal. Your aunt was starting to serve people food, and you happened to glance up to see one of your cousins making herself a plate.

“Do you want any more?” your aunt asked your cousin, ready with her ladle.

“No, thank you, I’ve got enough.” Your cousin flipped her long perfect hair over a perfectly narrow shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to get fat like—” her gaze wandered over to you, meeting your eyes pointedly, “—some people.”

You faltered. Had she really just said that? About you? Well, it wasn’t impossible that it would come from her, but seriously? Today?

You swallowed a lump that had started forming in your throat, setting down the new stack of paper plates. Your aunt shot you a pitying glance. Was she even going to say something? Would she call your cousin out on her words?

No. She just moved on. Moved on like you should have. But something about it stuck with you. Your cousin’s words and implications rang through your mind, making you feel sick to your stomach. You shouldn’t let it bother you this much. You were doing better, both with your habits and your confidence. So why did it hurt so bad?

The darker thoughts you’d kept at bay began to come back; you were worthless, you were ugly, you were undeserving. Why wouldn’t they stop? Why was your stomach churning and your hand shaking? Before you knew it, hints of tears began to prick at your eyes.

No.

You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing you this way. But you were no longer interested in staying, any sense of hunger leaving you for sick dread.

Next thing you knew, you had said an early goodbye and put your things in the car, headed back home. Maybe driving wasn’t the best idea, since now you were alone with your thoughts. But crying wasn’t worth it. It was a bad idea, especially since now was the time to focus on the road ahead.

You couldn’t have gotten home sooner, a sense of relief washing over you once you pulled into the driveway. You unlocked your front door, pulling your bags in behind you. You heard movement coming from the kitchen as you set everything down; the sound of the faucet turning off signaling to you that Katsuki had heard you come in.

Heaving a sigh, you tried to chase the negative thoughts from your head. They shouldn’t be there, and it wasn’t something to dwell on. You were home again, and you wouldn’t have to deal with your family for another few months at least.

Bakugou’s head peeked out from around the doorframe, double checking that it was you who had walked in. “What are you doing here?” he called, ducking back to whatever he’d been doing in the kitchen.

“Hello to you too.” You tried to keep the tartness out of your voice, but some of it must have crept back in. The sounds from the other room stopped again, and the house went eerily quiet. Huffing, you dragged your luggage into your shared bedroom.

You felt drained, that was the only way to describe it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to hang your clothes in the closet. Giving up, you laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but hear your cousin’s words ringing over and over in your head, reminding you of the countless years of both internal and external torment you’d gone through regarding your weight.

The sound of footsteps in the doorway made you glance down, registering a spiky blond head of hair approaching you on the bed. You said nothing as the mattress dipped next to you, indicating that Bakugou had come up on your side.

The two of you were silent together for a long moment, and a stolen glance told you that Katsuki was mirroring you with his head resting on his arms as he stared at the blank ceiling.

“Are you going to tell me what’s got you in this mood?” he finally asked.

You sighed. “My cousin can just be a pain sometimes.”

“She the one you were telling me about or is it someone else?”

“Same girl.”

“Hmm.” Bakugou continued to keep his eyes trained solely up above. “What did she do this time?”

“Called me fat.” You tried to keep your voice even. You were simply stating a fact. It shouldn’t bother you like this, right? Even so, the tears you’d been forcing back once again rushed to your eyes, causing your tone to pitch. You swallowed them down again, blinking rapidly. This wasn’t something to spend time crying over.

“Don’t let it get to you,” Katsuki said, a little unhelpfully. “I don’t want to see you hating yourself.”

You frowned at this. “I don’t hate myself,” you said, thinking about your words for a moment before you spoke them. “I don’t hate my body. It’s just that . . . sometimes I wish it looked a little better, a little different. Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m enough as I am.”

“Don’t tell me you think you’d be happier looking like everyone else.” Bakugou’s gaze had shifted from a blank one to a glare.

“I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “It’s just . . . hard sometimes. Being like this.”

Finally Bakugou rolled to face you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know you . . . struggle with your self-image or whatever, but you can’t let it take over your life, got it? You can’t just waste it worrying about what everyone thinks of you. You’re never going to be able to please everyone, but if they’ve got a problem with you, then they can go fuck themselves. You want to know the one person’s opinion who matters most? Yours. You have to be the one who’s taking care of yourself.” Katsuki paused for a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers as he considered his words.

“You want to know who’s opinion is the second most important?” he continued, his voice starting to get a little more mumbly. “Mine. I picked you because I love you. I love everything about you, from your shitty, annoying personality to your gorgeous body. You are so much more than just ‘enough’ for me, so don’t go worrying about that. You’re everything to me, and you know that, right? I love you no matter what, so don’t let this ruin your whole day.” He kissed your knuckles, signaling that he had said his peace.

You smiled at him, a tear or two finally sneaking past your defenses. “How—how do you do that?”

“What?”

“Sometimes you say something horribly stupid and I swear I hate you, and then next thing I know, you’re telling me everything I need to hear.”

“Tch, I can be eloquent whenever I want. It’s a choice.”

“Alright.” You rolled over so you could properly face him. “Can I have a hug?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but nevertheless held open his arms. You happily snuggled into the hard, built muscle enveloping you, offering a beautiful contrast to your own soft body.

“Do you need me to talk to your cousin?” Bakugou asked. “I’ll do it.”

“Nah, let her go.” You nuzzled your nose into his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Kirishima:

You honestly expected your family to last longer when it came to keeping from upsetting you. Nevertheless, maybe you were being a little too optimistic. But come on, did they have to ruin everything the literal second you walked through the door?

Even after the scathing comment, followed by a half-hearted, hasty brushing off, you forced yourself to spend time with them. It wasn’t often that you got to see this half of your family, so you decided to ignore it with the rest of them.

But as you sat on the couch sipping tea, you were unable to focus on the light conversation buzzing around you. The event that happened mere minutes before played over again in your mind, causing you to wince.

You’d walked into the house, prepared to greet everyone and have a nice time, when your aunt looked up from her position on her arm chair. “Hello, (Y/N),” she’d begun. “Ah, look, you’re still fat.”

Your heart had almost literally stopped beating in your chest as you froze in the threshold. Had she just said what you thought you heard? You must have been mistaken, right?

Any positive anticipation you’d had of seeing your relatives had plummeted to your feet, and you strongly considered turning around in place and leaving without another word.

But you couldn’t do that, of course not. Then your aunt had begun to babble something about how it made you look cute like a baby, but her words had already done their damage.

You tolerated the rest of your afternoon with them, but it was a great relief to you when you were finally able to leave and go home. As soon as you pulled into your driveway, you exhaled a sigh of relief. It was over with, and it hadn’t been that bad.

Eijirou wasn’t home, but you knew he wouldn’t be long after you. You went about making dinner, knowing he’d appreciate it once he got home. He was always so tired these days.

Even so, as you stirred broth in a pot, your aunt’s words rang in your head. You vaguely remembered telling her about your weight loss a month ago. You figured you’d been making considerable progress, and you knew that no one was more proud of you than Eijirou himself. But had it really made a difference?

After a moment of fretting, you turned off the stove. You walked into your shared bedroom, flicking on the light. Your eyes caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, going up to it. Turning your body this way and that, you tried to see if you recognized a change in your appearance. You lifted your shirt, only to wince at yourself and tug it back down. You pinched at your arms, your thighs, and your cheeks, growing almost angry at the way your fingers sunk into the flesh.

Maybe you hadn’t been making as much progress as you’d thought. Or the progress you had made wasn’t enough. Without you even realizing it, your mind began to toy with ways to speed things up. Guiltily, you found yourself wondering if Eijirou would notice if you just skipped dinner that night.

You shook your head to clear away the intrusive idea. No, that wouldn’t solve anything. Eijirou had told you that he’d help you lose weight the right way, so you’d stay healthy and be able to keep it off. It would be best to listen to him.

Still, you found your eyes glued to your reflection. You wouldn’t consider yourself vain, but there was something in the way that your eyes traced over your curves, wondering just how they might look on you if only you were a little smaller . . . .

Movement behind you in the mirror caught your eye, and you were quick to recognize a head of spiky red hair. You must not have heard Kirishima come in through the front door.

“Hello,” you said with less cheer than usual.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted you, coming up from behind to give you a hug.

You leaned back into his chest as you both stared at each other’s reflections.

“Checking out my perfect girlfriend?” he teased, referring to how your eyes continued to trace down your body. “That’s my job, you know.”

You snorted, gently rubbing at his forearm.

“So how was your family?”

“Okay,” you shrugged.

“I saw you left something on the stove. Are you doing okay?”

Oh, Kirishima. How did he do it?

You shrugged. “I guess I didn’t really have a good time there. Got a little upset is all.”

Eijirou frowned. “What happened?”

You took one of his hands in yours and began to play with his fingers, now determined to keep your eyes from catching another glimpse of yourself. “My aunt told me I was fat.”

You missed the flash of genuine anger that shot through Kirishima’s eyes. He knew this was something you’d struggled with for a long time. Your aunt had no business making comments like that about your body, especially now.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, deciding to keep himself calm for your sake.

You continued to fiddle with his large hands. “I just worry sometimes that I’m not doing enough,” you mumbled. “What if it doesn’t work? What if I’m just meant to look like this?” You sniffled, hating the sudden tears that were beginning to fill your eyes.

“Honey . . .” Eijirou spun you around and held you to his chest, running a hand down the back of your head as you finally let the tears slide down your face. You nuzzled into his shirt, appreciating the warm, familiar feeling of it. “Even if you weren’t able to lose more weight, you know I’d still love you, right?” he said in a tender voice. “I’d think you’re beautiful either way.”

He tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes, giving you one of the most loving gazes you’d ever seen. “And besides, we’re not together because of how you look. I love you for you. I love your personality, and how you always say and do the cutest things.” He bent down for a quick kiss, caressing your cheek as he pulled away. “I love your laugh, and I love looking into your beautiful eyes . . . .” He kissed you again, beginning to gently guide your bodies to the bed at the other wall.

Eijirou laid you down in the center of the mattress, hovering over you as he went in for another kiss. “I love your body too. This body, just the way it is. I love how it feels to hold you at night—” he kissed your neck. “—I love your chest, your butt, your arms, your thighs—” he nuzzled his nose against your face and neck. “—your cute tummy.” He pushed himself up and gazed down at it with such a genuine expression of love, you almost started tearing up again. “The cutest tummy in the world. And I love it because it’s yours.”

With that, he bent down again and lifted up your shirt just enough to give it a little kiss. You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips, which only made his ruby red eyes dart up to meet yours mischievously.

“You like that? What if I did it . . . again!” He placed a second kiss in a different spot, going for another and then another. You broke out into laughter, the sensation of his lips and nose brushing over your sensitive skin making you squirm in his hold.

Soon, he was laughing himself. He nuzzled into your skin one last time and blew a raspberry against your skin.

“Eiji—!” you began to protest through a laugh.

“What?” He smirked at you, moving up and settling his chin in the valley of your chest.

You smiled right back at him, bringing up your hand to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek. “I love you.”

Kirishima took hold of your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the backs of your knuckles as he looked into your eyes. “I love you too, baby.” He held your hand in his, getting lost for a moment simply looking at your face.

Eventually he sat up, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. “I’m proud of you too,” he told you, tucking your head under his chin. “I know you’re actively making a change for the better, and you’re doing really well. Results won’t happen immediately, you just have to stick with it sometimes.”

You sighed through your nose, taking his hand in yours again. “I know. I just get discouraged sometimes is all.”

“And I’ll just be here to put you back on track. You’ve got this, you know.” He hugged you tight against him, rubbing your back. “Are you hungry?” he finally asked. “I’ll help you make dinner.”

“Sure,” you said, chuckling lightly.

“What? We both have to eat, and you know me. I’m a hungry shark.”

You laughed again, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Well, there’s always more where that came from.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m here for you, okay?”

______________

Kaminari:

If there was one thing Denki hated more than anything, it was seeing you upset. 

He could tell something was off the moment you came through the front door. You were too quiet, and that bothered him. When you finally made it up to your shared room, Kaminari was already watching the doorway for you.

He noticed immediately that your eyes were puffy and a little red. Even your posture looked defeated and slumped over.

“Hey, Denks,” you said once you noticed him stretched out on the bed. His heart broke even further when he saw you try for a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” Kaminari got up, clearing the space between you so he could put his hands on your shoulders.

“I—I just,” you began to stammer out, feeling the flimsy dam you’d placed behind your eyes begin to falter. “I . . . don’t know if I want to talk about it right now.” You covered your burning face with your palms. “It’s stupid anyway. I shouldn’t let things like that get to me.”

Kaminari frowned, trying to figure out what might have made you so upset. But he wasn’t one to pry when it came to situations like these, and he knew you’d tell him on your own time.

Even so, he led you to where he’d once taken position on the bed, pulling you up with him. He knew that sometimes you simply wanted to be distracted from things, so he decided to do just that. Allowing you to settle in next to him, he picked his controller up from the covers again where he’d set it down.

You noticed he’d been playing Minecraft. You let yourself take a mild interest in his mining session that you caught him in the middle of. You watched him wander through a cave system; placing torches, killing the occasional zombie, and mining out various ores he happened upon.

What you didn’t see was how often he shot you glances, studying your face for any signs of you getting upset again. He saw when you finally took your eyes off his screen, frowning distantly as you twisted the material of the blanket underneath you.

Before he could ask you again what was going on, you opened your mouth to speak. “Do you think this outfit is too much?”

Denki faltered, confused. “No? What do you mean by that? I think you look really pretty.”

You pursed your lips. Clearly that wasn’t the answer you’d wanted. “I just—I don’t know.” You frowned and went back to avoiding his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today?” Denki asked. A sudden idea struck him. Before you could answer him again, he stood up on the bed and walked over to a shelf you kept just above it. He pulled down a large stuffed Pikachu he’d gotten you a few years ago, and went back to sitting next to you. “Would it be easier to tell him?”

Denki positioned the toy in his lap, grabbing hold of its little arms and letting it go through various motions, starting with a little wave at you.

You couldn’t help but snort at Kaminari’s antics, looking from the plushie to the curious but concerned expression on your boyfriend’s face.

“Your Pikachus are worried about you.” Denki lifted it up higher on his chest, continuing to fidget and wave the arms back and forth in a little dance. “You saw your family today, right? How did that go?”

Your face fell again and you shrugged. “It went well I guess. My grandma just said something dumb and it made me upset.”

Denki frowned, lifting the arms of the Pikachu so its hands were on its pink cheeks. “What did she say?”

You shrugged again. “I was messing around with my cousins and I said I looked like a snacc. And then she said that snacks were probably what made me so fat in the first place.”

Denki’s frown deepened. “That’s not very nice.”

“I don’t think she knew what I was talking about, to be fair. And maybe it’s a little funny. I mean, she’s not wrong.” You rested your chin in your hands, sighing. “It just caught me off guard. It’s a dumb thing to be upset over, like I said—”

“Hey.” Denki met your eyes. “It’s not dumb. You have every right to be upset.” He held his arms open to you. “Come here.”

You sat up, letting him embrace you.

“Do you need me to remind you how beautiful you are and how much I love you?” he asked from next to your ear. “Because I’ll do it.”

He took your shy smile as a yes, letting you settle back as he proceeded to lift up the stuffed yellow toy.

“Are you hearing this, bro?” he addressed it, throwing a serious look on his face. “The most gorgeous person on the planet is sad. We have to do something about it.”

Denki put the Pikachu’s paw on its chin, tapping it for a second before removing it again. “What’s that?” he asked it. “You have an idea?”

He lifted the toy to his ear, pretending to listen to it for a moment as he nodded along. Once he was satisfied, Denki scooched himself even closer to you. He brought Pikachu’s nose up to your cheek and made a kiss sound with his lips. Setting the toy down beside you on the bed, he motioned for you to come sit in his lap.

You obeyed, settling yourself in between his thighs and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“There you go,” he muttered, slotting his nose beside yours as he touched foreheads with you. “I love you and you’re the most important person in my life. You know that, right?” He waited for you to nod before continuing. “And I know that you can feel a little insecure sometimes with how you look. You’ve got bad days, and you have good days. It’s my job to be there for you on these bad days, and you can be there for me when I have mine. I want you to know that you’re so beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

He connected your lips to his for a long moment, trying to convey all his feelings for you into it. “And don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re less-than. They’re not the kind of person you should be listening to. Trust me when I say that you’re perfect just being you.” Denki wiped a tear trail off your cheek with his thumb, leaning in to kiss the skin there. 

“Thanks, Denki,” you said, your voice just above a whisper.

He gave you a soft, caring smile; his fingers still lingering on your cheek. “Is there anything you want to do together to make you feel better? We could watch a movie, we could snuggle, whatever you want.”

You leaned in and hugged him tight. “I love you.”

He hugged you back. “I love you too. You’re my sunshine nugget, and it would take a heck of a lot to ever change that.”

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[mattelektras]

Miss jessie can i get a ranking of every daredevil ship you know about please this is for science

this is like that king henry the 8th's wives rhyme. died, impaled, thrown out a window, killed themselves, came back from the dead, survived, also impaled, survived, forgotten about, survived

objectively. mattfoggy. heterosexually gay married where matt doesnt realise its actually gay gay married. best friends and lovers, college relationship, bickering, what dont they have

subjectively. mattelektra. the crowd gasps

mattkirsten. they have a lot of mattfoggy elements but kirsten is a lot more forward which i love. matt's equal in law, completely a civilian but doesnt shy away from superhero shit, and you never feel like she's in danger of dying daredevil girlfriend style

matt/nyla. underrated daredevil women my belovedddddddd. she's perfect for matt when he's more of a mixture of daredevil and normal person without being daredevil. she's a supporter of his boxing, does thievery (very sexy). she's also suffered w homelessness and is partially deaf

matt/nat. i feel bad putting them so low because i love mattnat but their time together in ye olden days could be very detrimental to nat and did the Sexy Lady Speak Russian To Me way to often. i think if there were a more modern take on their relationship theyd be great. i think the time it was written lets it down. very hard to believe that matt would be put off by nat being independent and self confident. also i find it incredibly funny that they put nat in daredevil vol 1 to save the book. where would matt be without the women in his life? cancelled!!!

maya/matt. another weirdly low one considering how much i love them matt/natt and maya/matt tie probably??? i think i just love them separately more?? and i feel like at this point, maya has grown past matt and her feelings for him??? because although they were legit, they were very.. infatuation esque?? and maya did a lot of learning about herself and reevaluating what she believes after dd v2 and she's a very different person now that we havent seen in a romantic situation w matt??? which would be very interesting but i honestly wouldnt know what to expect

matt/peter. peak superhero romance. what people wish peter/deadpool was. sorry for your loss x

milla/matt. milla honey.......... they happened so fast and im not sure it was entirely legitimate??? on either of their behalfs??? matt is very knee jerky in his reactions and sometimes thinks whatever he's feeling at that moment is what he'll feel for the rest of his life. hence the marriage circa the murdock papers. and milla was very sweet and naive in what she was getting into. and she suffered for it in a very uniquely shitty way. but they were very cute and puppy lovey

matt/dakota. we just never got anywhere with them!!! matt was distracted being sexy and evil which is understandable. i liked her a lot though

matt/glorianna. writers straight up forgot this girl existed. i think matt actually forgot she existed to. she'd just fuckin disappear for issues and then 5 months later youd be like oh. glorianna right. matt then got mad when foggy and her dated and felt betrayed by them both and it was like. you werent boyfriend of the year my man. she was part of a Matt Gets His Sight Back story which i hate and then she got thrown out of a window and died??? rip. not a single good daredevil story happened with glorianna in

mattkaren. matt just dated her because she was there. she had NO personality traits outside of being a cute secretary and suffering and it just went on for so long to the point where it became horrible to watch. karen was being treated like shit and matt wasnt happy and then she died

matt/heather. they were kind of.... toxic and matt was kind of a dick to her at times when she was a completely normal girl at odds with her father's death and business and then finding out matt was daredevil and was involved in the whole company downfall thing. foggy and nat actually faked letters from them to one another breaking them up because they were the only people smart enough to be like. this isnt it honey. they didnt even break up. she called matt drunk and miserable which he didnt think he ought to do something about and then she killed herself afterwards so. of all the things matt feels guilty about that literally arent his fault.... this is one i think he should probably feel worse about

#q & a #anonymous

[pockyxx]

“ childhood friends ”

w. ushijima x fem!reader

genre: fluff.

with houses right next to each other and windows peering into one another’s room, it was a given that you and ushijima wakatoshi would become best friends.

growing up, summers were spent eating ice cream oncurb sides while winters were spent sledding and catching snowflakes on your tongues. and the seasons in between would be spent having sleep overs, sharing about every new piece of information that made its way into your young lives.

the two of you would constantly spend your days practing your volleyball skills and nights having long chat in the tree house ushijima’s father built for him as a departing gift.

you often found yourself, in a naive mindset, claiming one day that you’d be ushijima’s bride, that the two of you would have a big happy family and live happily forever. ushijima, just as naively, would agree to the statements, claiming he’d be an exelent husband and never forget to buy you flowers for anniversaries (something his father always forgot with his mother before he left).

those words tried to stand sterdy against the test of time, only to slowly fade away into empty promises as ushijima slowly fell deeper into the husstle and busstle of trying to be a professional athlete.

that didn’t mean ushijima had stopped loving you. although at the time they might’ve been silly yet indeering things spoken by scincere yet unknowing children, he couldn’t shake the feeling.

ushijima couldn’t understand most of things he felt, but this —he knew what this was, even though he was never bold enough to act on it. sure, he was a strong leader on the court but he could never muster anything up to give you a proper confession.

over the years, though, you wanted to be loved and as much as your heart ached for your next door neighbour, he just wasn’t an option during highschool. you honestly didn’t want to ruin the beautiful friendship that you’d formed.

this would lead to handfuls of half-assed relationships, shitty exboyfriends and heartbroken nights— all in which ushijima was there to help you through.

it would break ushijima’s heart to hear you cry about some stupid boy who’d broken up with you and he personally wanted to beat them up for not treating you the way you deserved.

his fists would clench yet the words he’d been longing to say never could make it out of mind and into verbal form.

ushijima liked routine, that’s why every night he came home from practice and taken a shower he’d water the plants infront of house before heading to bed. it was a way for him to relax and clear his mind.

tonight, though, his tranquility was interrupted by arguing voices, which he instantly distinguished as your own and that of your most current boyfriend.

“kyosuke, i told you to leave me alone.” you snapped, turning back to face the blond boy who was taller than you but still dimmed in comparison to ushijima.

“no.” he hissed back, trying to grab at your arm, “i’m not just gonna let you leave like this, you can’t just kiss me like that yesterday and then today tell me you don’t feel anything.”

the two of you were so wrapped up in the argument that you didn’t even notice ushijima watching quietly as the two of you were standing in front of his house.

“let go of me!” the fear in your voice caught the ace’s attention even more, now gripping the handle of the garden hose tightly.

“y/n i’m not letting you leave.” the other male growled, a predatory look in his eyes as he keep you caged within arms.

ushijima scowled, in a irrational decision, he quickly switched the settings to a light sprinkle to a flash jet. he sprayed the water in your direction, mostly trying to get your now ex-boyfriend to leave you alone.

“she told you to let her go.” he deadpanned, a menicing look on his face, one that usually only his competition on the court would see.

kyosuke, or whatever his name was, growled and wiped the water off his face before walking off in an angry strif.

you stood there shocked, shirt dripping wet, the night breeze sending a chill down your spin. slowly, you turned your attention to ushijima, salty tears mixing with the hose water.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hit you.” he quickly apologized, turning it off and making his way to the gate.

“it’s alright ‘toshi.” you chuckled hugging yourself. you knew your house was right there but all you wanted was for him to invite you in. thankfully, he wasn’t always as dense as he seemed.

“your welcome to come in and wash up.” he unlocked the gate for you, “and if you want we can talk, and watch [your favourite movie].” his keen memory making you giggled. he always knew how to cheer you up whenever you were down.

nodding, you accepted the offer as ushijima lead you into his empty house. where his mother was? probably working late and as you climbed up the familiar steps, you could feel how lonely the house was.

“you can borrow one of my extra shirts and you can leave whatever’s wet on the shower curtain.” ushijima instructed, you smiled sending him a ‘thanks waka’ before changing.

soon finding yourself cozied up, head resting on his lap with his calloused fingers curling up strands of your hair.

“toshi, can i tell you something?” you asked halfway through the film, feeling your heart beating faster and faster and the small distance between your lips and his.

looking down at you with a stern face, he nodded. although catching a glimpse of his eye made you blush and just snap your head back towards to tv, “never mind it’s stupid.”

ushijima lightly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look back up at him. he seemed a bit upset now, his eyebrows frowning together as if he was thinking of something.

“don’t keep things from me— what did you want to tell me?” his voice was still warm and welcoming, he wasn’t nessisarly mad at you for not speaking your mind.

you opened your mouth, thinking of how you were going to phrase what came next, would tonight really be the night you told wakatoshi about your feelings? it seemed too sudden in your opinion.

“it’s nothing much, i’m just glad you’re here, that you’re always here for me.” you smiled weakly. he hummed in response, probably still thinking of an equally heartfelt response.

“i’ll always be here.” he sighed, grabbing you to sit up straight. it always marveled you how strong he was. “i always want to be there for you.”

he was deep in thought, you could tell, easily picking up his micro-expressions. the way his tongue slightly stuck out, his nostrils flared up just the tiniest bit and his jaw would clench. you placed your hand over him, reassuring him he could keep going.

“the thing is y/n, that sometimes i don’t want to be your friend.” you pulled back, confused.

“what? did i do something wrong?!” he noticed your hurt expression and quickly put his hands up in defence.

“no, no! i’m sorry if i offended you, that wasn’t what i was trying to say.” he sighed again, watching you relax and slowly make your way closer to him.

“what i meant was that, that i like you.”

“well i like you too, ‘toshi.”

“no y/n, i don’t mean as a friend.”

“well i didn’t mean as a friend either.”

he looked at you, wide eyed as you blushed, trying to look away. he was shocked, to say the least, he was expecting instant rejection, that you would tell him “‘toshi, i think we should just stay friends, i’m sorry.”

you could feel your heart beating and with every doki it was jumping up your throat. what now? this wasn’t the confession you created scenerios of before bed but nonetheless you’d managed to express your feelings.

“does this mean we can go on a date?” ushijima asked, his stiff posture made you giggle. you leaned into him, as he seemed to de-tense. resting your head on his chest you nodded,

“of course it does.” you paused, looking up at his sharp features, “but does it mean i can kiss you?”

his eyebrows raised, mouth gapping. he blinked a handful of times before coming to his sense. he nodded. just like that, you sat up, brushing your nose against his fluttering your eyes closed, you kissed him. it felt like a dream but his hand being gently placed on the small of your back was a reminder that it wasn’t.

pulling back he grinned. this time holding you a little closer, the memory of having to splash away your ex boyfriend was just that, a memory.

#hq ushijima #ushijima hcs #ushijima fluff #haikyuu!! #hq fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyū!! #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima scenarios #ushijima headcanons #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushiwaka #ushijima oneshot

[kjack89]

Christmas Wish

Modern AU, E/R, established relationship, misunderstandings with a happy ending. Because sometimes you have to make your own entirely self-indulgent Christmas present :)

“A young boy has just come running out of the park...Let me see if I can get a comment...Did you see anything?”

“It's the real Santa! His sleigh can't fly cause nobody believes in him!”

“Now, this is feeling more and more like some kind of elaborate Christmas hoax.”

“Typical,” Combeferre said dismissively over the sound of Elf playing from the TV in Courfeyrac’s living room as all of Les Amis lounged around, ostensibly watching the film, which was one of their holiday traditions. “The mainstream media agenda at work, propping up a capitalist system by decreasing belief in Santa Claus.”

Grantaire snorted and shifted from where he was lying on the couch, his feet propped up on Bossuet and his head resting in Enjolras’s lap. “I realize that you deny nothing, which apparently extends to Santa Claus, but I don’t think you can dismiss lack of belief in the Big Guy as a media coverup.”

“Besides, all you need is to call it the ‘lamestream’ media and you’ll sound more like a QAnon supporter than anything else,” Jehan added blithely, ignoring the wounded noise that Combeferre made at the insinuation.

“You take that back—” he started, but Courfeyrac elbowed him.

“Shh,” he scolded, “I’m trying to watch.”

Combeferre rubbed his ribs and grimaced. “Right, because we haven’t seen this movie a hundred times before,” he muttered.

Courfeyrac ignored him as the kid in the movie flipped through Santa’s book. 

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Charlotte Dennon, New York 1.”

“Lemme see...Charlotte Dennon wants a ‘Tiffany engagement ring, and for your boyfriend to stop dragging his feet and commit already’!”

Courfeyrac cackled and for some reason twisted around to smirk at Grantaire. “Looks like the film writers cribbed from Grantaire’s Christmas list for that one,” he teased.

Most of the other Amis laughed at that, though Enjolras frowned, his hand stilling from where he had been running it through Grantaire’s hair. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, and Grantaire squirmed, trying to get Enjolras to resume stroking his hair.

Courfeyrac arched an eyebrow at him. “It means that you and Grantaire have been dating for, what, five years now?” he said, as if the answer were obvious. 

“Off and on,” Enjolras said, feeling defensive even if he wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Right, so five years of dating, and you’ve been living together for two years now…” Courfeyrac trailed off and Enjolras just stared blankly at him. “Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

“Leave it alone,” Joly said, a little sharply. “Not everyone wants to be married and live in the suburbs with two point five kids, a dog, and a white picket fence.”

“Though to be fair, there is nothing wrong with wanting that,” Cosette piped up, patting Marius’s hand loyally.

Marius glanced at her. “Is the point five part of the kids negotiable at least?”

Bahorel cleared his throat. “Can we please,” he started, an unspoken threat clear in every word, “go back to watching the damn movie?”

Everyone fell silent, all remembering far too well the Sound of Music fist fight of 2016, where Bahorel took Jehan’s then-boyfriend outside to beat him up for mocking the movie. The rest of the movie passed in relative silence, and once it was over, everyone took their leave. 

“Merry Christmas Eve Eve,” Courfeyrac said as he held the door open for Enjolras and Grantaire. Combeferre cleared his throat pointedly from behind him and Courfeyrac reluctantly added, “And, uh, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Grantaire said easily, giving Courfeyrac a one-armed hug before he and Enjolras left.

But Enjolras was not so quick to forget, and he was silent as they walked towards their place, the chilly December night lending itself better to walking than waiting for an Uber. After the silence between them had stretched for several minutes, Enjolras glanced over at Grantaire, who sighed. “Don’t,” he said warningly, and Enjolras scowled.

“Don’t what?” he asked defensively.

“Don’t even start.”

Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “I have no idea—”

Grantaire raised an eyebrow at him. “You weren’t going to bring up what Courfeyrac said?” he asked pointedly.

“No,” Enjolras said immediately, and when Grantaire just gave him a look, he sighed and amended, “Ok, yes, I was, but—”

“But Courfeyrac has a shitty sense of humor sometimes,” Grantaire interrupted with forced levity. “That doesn’t mean we need to ruin our Christmas Eve Eve by indulging his idiotic fantasies.”

Enjolras glanced at his watch. “Technically, it’s now actually Christmas Eve.”

“And that’s not the point.”

Enjolras made a face. “No, it’s not,” he agreed, hesitating before giving Grantaire a sideways glance. “And you’re not normally that rude about our friends. At least, not behind their backs. You’re plenty rude to their faces.”

Grantaire didn’t quite meet Enjolras’s eyes. “Yeah, well, our friends normally know better than to stir up things that they shouldn’t,” he muttered.

Enjolras seized the opportunity. “Since it has been stirred up—” he started, and Grantaire snorted.

“Hell of a segue.”

“—I think it’s something we should talk about,” Enjolras finished doggedly.

Grantaire groaned. “Must we?”

Enjolras gave him a look. “Is there a reason you don’t want to?”

“Answering a question with a question,” Grantaire said sourly. “That’s a neat trick.”

Enjolras nudged him. “So is deflection.”

Grantaire sighed. “Fine. The reason I don’t want to is because it’s Christmas. And we’re supposed to be, y’know, holly jolly and shit.”

“Holly jolly and shit,” Enjolras repeated, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Well that certainly captures the festive mood.”

But Grantaire didn’t seem amused. “You know what I mean.”

“So why do you think talking about this will ruin the holly jolly mood you’ve clearly gone to great lengths to cultivate?” Enjolras asked mildly.

“Because I don’t think this conversation is going to have the outcome you’re hoping for.”

Grantaire delivered the words bluntly, but Enjolras didn’t flinch. “Because you want us to get married and I don’t,” he guessed, less a question than a statement.

To his surprise, Grantaire barked a laugh. “No,” he said, with actual amusement, “quite the opposite.”

Enjolras stopped in his tracks. “Wait, you don’t want to get married?” he asked, a little stupidly.

“Absolutely not.”

Enjolras hesitated. “Like, you don’t want to get married to me, or you don’t want to get married at all?”

It was Grantaire’s turn to stop in his tracks, turning to face Enjolras, something urgent in his expression. “I love you.”

Enjolras looked warily at him. “I know, and I love you, too. But why—”

Grantaire shook his head. “I just don’t want you to go into this conversation that you insist on having with any kind of doubt in your mind about that.”

Enjolras’s expression softened. “I never would doubt that,” he said, tugging Grantaire close and pressing a kiss to his temple. “So you love me, and I love you, and like Courfeyrac said, we’ve been dating for years, living together for years...isn’t marriage the next logical step?”

“For some people, sure,” Grantaire said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean it needs to be for us.”

“Because you don’t want to get married.”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that you do want to get married?”

“No,” Enjolras said, a little too quickly, and he winced. “I mean, not because of you. If I were to marry anyone, it would be you. I’m just...not big on the institution of marriage, the perpetuation of the patriarchy, certain segments of the gay community acting like marriage equality was the end of the fight for equal rights…” He trailed off. “But you know all of that.”

“I sure do.”

Enjolras frowned slightly. “So is that why you don’t want to get married? Because you think I don’t want to?”

Again Grantaire laughed, and again, it took Enjolras by surprise. “Enjolras, believe me, if I wanted to be married to you, we’d be married, whether you wanted to or not.”

Enjolras stared at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that you’re historically terrible at denying me something that you think I really want,” Grantaire said easily. “Which is probably a consent issue that we should discuss more some time, but that’s not really the point.”

It wasn’t, so Enjolras didn’t press it. “So you really just don’t want to marry me?”

“Not so much, no,” Grantaire agreed.

“But...this is – this is a forever thing for me,” Enjolras said, before hesitating. “You know that, right?”

“Of course,” Grantaire said instantly.

“And don’t you want this forever too?”

Grantaire grinned at him. “There is absolutely nothing I want more.”

“Then why…?”

Grantaire sighed and looked away. “This is why I didn’t want to talk about this at Christmas,” he said. “Total mood killer.” Enjolras didn’t smile and Grantaire sighed again. “I don’t want to be married to you because if we were married, you would never divorce me, or walk away, no matter how much you might want to.”

“I—” Enjolras started, but he couldn’t seem to find any words to say to that.

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

As much as Enjolras wanted to tell him that he was, he knew better than to try. “No.”

Grantaire nodded. “Because when you make a promise, you keep it. It’s just who you are.” His tone turned fond. “Too damned stubborn to admit defeat, no matter how much you should.”

Enjolras frowned. “Ok, but again, isn’t that what you want?”

“No.”

“I don’t understand.”

Grantaire cocked his head slightly. “You think that I would want you locked into a marriage, which is an institution you don’t even believe in, just so that you could never leave me?”

“I—” Enjolras broke off, flustered. “Honestly, I’m not sure how to answer that.”

“Wise man. I don’t want you to be with me because you have to be with me. I want to know that you are with me because you want to be, not because you made some arbitrary vow.” Enjolras opened his mouth to interrupt but Grantaire didn’t let him. “I want to wake up every day in your arms and know without a question of a doubt that you could walk away any time you wanted, but that you choose to stay. That’s what I want. And I’d like to think that’s what you want, too.”

For a long moment, Enjolras was silent, staring at Grantaire as if he’d never quite seen him before. “Well,” he finally managed around the lump in his throat, “when you put it like that...”

He didn’t even bother trying to finish his sentence, just cupping Grantaire’s cheek with one mittened hand and kissing him deeply. Grantaire returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, balling his hands in Enjolras’s red coat.

They stayed that way for a long time, long enough that when they pulled away from each other, they both immediately looked up at the sky. “Is that snow?” Enjolras asked stupidly.

But Grantaire just laughed, and Enjolras smiled at him. “What?” he asked.

“We are kissing in the snow on Christmas Eve,” Grantaire said, grinning up at the flakes swirling from the sky. “If this were a very different story, you’d get down on one knee right now and ask me to marry you, and we’d have a happily ever after for Christmas straight out of a Hallmark movie.”

“If Hallmark wasn’t a bunch of homophobic cowards, anyway,” Enjolras grumbled good naturedly.

Grantaire just laughed and shook his head. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Enjolras said, grinning, and without warning, he took a step back from Grantaire before kneeling down on one knee. “And you’ve just given me an idea.”

“What are you doing?” Grantaire asked, staring at him. “Did you seriously just not listen to a word I said, or…?”

“Grantaire,” Enjolras said, “I absolutely listened to everything you’ve said, because I love listening to you talk. I love everything about you. You don’t want to get married. I don’t want to get married. And I know better than to make a promise to you, even if you deserve all the promises in the world. But it is Christmas, and it’s snowing, and I love you more than anyone in the world. So Grantaire, I have to ask – will you not marry me?”

“You are such a fucking dork,” Grantaire said, exasperatedly. “Of course I will not marry you.”

“Good,” Enjolras said, satisfied, and he stood up, kissing Grantaire once more before taking his hand. :Now let’s go home. I want to make love to the love of my life.:

“Romantic,” Grantaire said with a snort, but he was grinning.

“Whom I will never marry,” Enjolras added.

“You sure know how to woo a boy,” Grantaire said wryly, still grinning, and he leaned in and kissed Enjolras’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, Enjolras.”

Enjolras wrapped his arm around Grantaire’s waist, turning to kiss Grantaire lightly on top of his head. “Merry Christmas, Grantaire,” he whispered.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #courfeyrac #combeferre #jehan #bahorel #etc. #les miserables #fanfiction #modern AU #established relationship #christmas #proposal #of sorts anyway #misunderstandings

[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 11

Bakugo X Reader 

Words: 3143

Masterlist

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically.

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Today you wore the short skirt. You knew it would rile up Bakugo and now that you could feel his emotions... well let’s just say this was going to be a fun day. It was the last day of actual class before final examinations started next week. You were going to drive him crazy.

There was a knock at your door, and you could tell it was Bakugo. You skipped over and threw the door open but before you could even say anything Mercy barreled past you almost knocking you over in his pursuit for his new friend!

“HEY! Can we go for a run tonight! Y/n says she has to study!”

Bakugo scratched Mercy’s head. “If she’s cool with it, I don’t mind. Just be ready because I’m going to beat you this time.”

He was really starting to get the hang of the telepathic communication. At first it was cute, but now that they could talk to each other without you... well it kinda sucked sometimes. You hadn't realized how much you cherished your unique bond with Mercy until that bond was shared with someone else.

You cleared your throat. Bakugo reached out and took your hand all the while continuing his banter with Mercy. He hadn’t even looked at you. He did give your hand a squeeze when he could feel your mood souring. But even then, his attention was fully on Mercy.

You pulled on his arm, “Hey babe look at what-”

Bakugo turned and gave your forehead a kiss, “Hold on pup Mercy and I are practicing the sharing senses thing. Can you imagine me going from not being able to hear to hearing everything!” He let go of your hand as you trailed a little behind, third wheeling your own pack. This is bullshit. You’re supposed to be in charge here. You reached out and tugged on his backpack, causing him to almost trip.

“Seriously what is up your ass this morning pup? If you can’t be patient, then I just might have spank some sense into you...”

The thought of him bending you over his knee had you equally excited and pissed. On one hand you loved it when he took control, but on the other hand you weren't in the mood to take orders.

You could see Todoroki walking ahead of you with his headphones on. While reaching for something in his backpack, one of his notebooks slipped out. Poor guy was probably just trying to get to class unbothered but now you were about to drag him into your pity party. You let go of Bakugo’s hand and ran ahead to help Todoroki pick his stuff up. You leaned over and you could feel Bakugo’s emotions spike as he realized what you were wearing.

“How kind of you y/n, thank you.” Todorki looked over your shoulder to a fuming Bakugo. “I would ask if you wanted to walk to class with me... but it seems your boyfriend is on the verge of explosion.” He took a few steps in the direction of the main campus when he called over his shoulder, “I don’t think that skirt is dress code by the way... but I think you already knew that.”

“Pup... what the fuck are you wearing?” Bakugo was behind you now, taking off his jacket and attempting to tie it around your waist. His arms snaked around your hips, his mouth close to your ear.

You grabbed his arms and hugged him closer to you. “What do you mean? I’m wearing my uniform.” He started to growl as you swayed your hips just slightly, “Oh no, no, no. You don't get to be angry. I think it’s time you remember that you aren’t in charge here.”

“Are... you trying to make me angry? I don’t think you want to play this game. I always win.” His voice sounded even sexier through the bond. A chill went down your spine at his words. You almost wanted to behave for him... almost.

You scoffed as you pulled yourself away from him, “And what game is that Bakugo? Because from where I’m standing, I’m just trying to get to class like a good student. Finals are next week after all.”

Bakugo gripped the jacket he had tied around your waist and pulled it off. “I guess we should start studying then.” He started shouting random questions at you in Japanese through the bond. He was talking so fast you had absolutely no idea what he said. His hand came up and slapped your ass. “Every time I ask you a question, you must answer, in perfect Japanese. If you get it wrong you get a punishment, if you get it right, a reward.

You turned to face him and narrowed your eyes. The alpha in you refused to back down to a challenge and he knew that. Your eyes flashed blue briefly and his mirrored. “Okay I’ll play. But when I win... you better be ready to pay up.”

He gave you a smirk before kissing the tip of your nose. “I think today just got a lot more interesting.”

You could feel his excitement, his competitive nature coming out full force. There was no doubt in your mind he would do everything he could to trick you. You suddenly wished you had taken school more seriously. But there was no time to worry about that now, you had to be ready.

You took your seat once you got to class. The anticipation had you buzzing. He could ask you a question at any moment. Bakugo took his seat behind you and started talking to Kiri. He’s never one to be social? Is he trying to trick you into letting down your guard?

Class started and your fidgeted with your pencil, nearly snapping it in half with anxiety. You’re were trying to pay attention, you really were, but you couldn’t let him catch you slipping. Finally, when your nerved finally started to calm down he asked his first question. “What year did we see the first quirks start to develop?”

Shit… You didn’t know.

You reached for you backpack to grab your notebook. You knew you could find the answer there. Just as you were unzipping it his food stretched out and kicked it away from you. “No cheating… you won’t have your notes on a final…” Your fists clenched in anger, but you quickly reminded yourself you were in a classroom and needed to keep your composure. “Final answer in 3….2….1…. aw look at that times up.”

Your palms began to sweat. What would your punishment be? He wouldn’t go too far right? I mean he’s your boyfriend after all, and very protective at that. He wouldn’t make you do something too embarrassing…. Right? Shit this is Bakugo you’re talking about of course he would.

“For your first punishment. I want you to moan. Just loud enough for Kiri and Icy Hot to hear. I want them to know what they’re missing.”

Your eyes bulged. Seriously? You can’t say you didn’t expect this to take a sexual turn at some point… but so soon? Damn he’s not playing around today.

You turned around to look at his devilish red eyes. The amount of mischievous satisfaction you could see there almost made you laugh. He was having fun.

You looked to your right to see Kiri pretending to pay attention, while he actually doodled costume ideas. And then right in front of you was Todoroki actually paying attention and taking perfect notes. Bakugo said to moan… he never said you couldn’t be sneaky about it. You stretched your arms out, and yawned but at the very last second moaned.

Kirishima’s pencil snapped and his eyes looked back and forth between you and your dumbass boyfriend. You could feel Bakugo’s glee through the bond. He was enjoying this. “What the fuck are you looking at shitty hair?”

Kiri blushed bright red before just shaking his head and returning to his doodles with a now broken pencil.

You were impressed that Todoroki hadn’t reacted but then you noticed the ice that was now thawing from his desk. Part of you was almost proud that could provoke such a response. You could feel the lust coming from Bakugo and it honestly had your mind going numb. “Hey stop that!”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything…?”

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, “Yes you are you horn dog? It’s literally the only thing I can feel coming off from you and it’s starting to overwhelm me a little bit.”

“Oh….”

You turned to see his cheeks pink and him biting his lip in an attempt to keep himself from laughing. “OH? What do you mean oh?”

He started nudging your foot with his, “I mean… I’m pretty sure that’s coming from you? Don’t get me wrong. Listening to you moan is hot. I could listen to it all day… but you’re the one sending all the fuck me vibes right now.”

“Oh shut up. There’s no way that’s me!”

He just chuckled, “Whatever you say pup.”

You went through the rest of class without incident. Mercy asked to leave because the two of you were making him nauseous. You had no idea where he went but you could feel that he hadn’t gone too far. Bakugo asked you a few questions periodically, but he took it easy on you and didn’t really ask anything too hard, so you got them all right. You were on your way to lunch when he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. “I fucking hate that skirt…”

You leaned into him, “I know.”

He shook his head as he led you to a table. He walked off to get your lunch as per usual, leaving you with a very confused Kiri sitting across from you. “Sometimes I think I know you guys, but then other days it’s like you’re from a different planet. What was that in class today? I know that wasn’t an accident y/n. No one freaking yawns like that. And Bakugo was wearing a shit eating grin the entire time.”

You just shrugged, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Kiri. If I made you uncomfortable though I apologize.”

Bakugo placed your tray of food in front of you and dropped a plastic bag filled with double chocolate cookies next to you. “Your reward pup. One cookie for every question. I kept track.” He kissed the top of your head and then took his seat next to you.

Kiri looked between the two of you and shook his head, “It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. I give up.”

You were stuffing your face with another cookie on the way to training when Bakugo pulled you to the side and asked another question, “Who was the first notable villain of Japan?”

Shit, shit, shit, you knew this! You went over this in class last week… “3…2…1…. Times up pup.”

“WAIT! No fair my mouth was full!”

He licked his lips, “Oh it’s about to be…” He pulled you into a nearby supply closet and locked the door. He took a seat on a step ladder and patted his knee. “Alright you know the drill. Three spanks”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Pissed off to have gotten another question wrong. “This is bullshit. I was eating something…”

You bent over his knee and pulled your skirt up. His hand came down with a hard slap, “You still could have answered through the bond. You have no excuse.” Another slap. “Shit y/n. Seriously? You’re flooding me with lust right now. I can’t even focus.” One last slap, and it had you moaning for real this time. His hand clamped down over you mouth. “Okay seriously. What is going on with you?”

Your mind was getting fuzzy and you could feel yourself getting lost in your own emotions. “Shit.” You pushed yourself off of Bakugo and pulled out your phone to pull out the calendar. No, no, no. Not now!

Bakugo could feel you panicking and was immediately behind you rubbing your back. He looked over your shoulder at the calendar app and froze. “Hey are you okay? You’re not like… late or anything right?”

You sighed, “No, no, nothing like that. It’s just a wolf thing. It’s stupid. I’ll explain it to you later. Right now we need to get to the gym before we get in trouble. We’re probably already late as it is.”

Based on the look he was giving you, he clearly didn’t believe you. But he nodded his head anyways and helped you up. Giving your forehead a quick kiss, “We can end the game here if it’s too much for you?” His look of concern had your heart fluttering.

“Nope, I said I was going to win, and I meant it. Now let’s go slow poke!”

Sparring with Bakugo had been torturous. You still were struggling to keep your emotions in check and it didn’t help having his sweaty body so close to you trying to pin you down. Your thoughts were inappropriate to say the least. Then he just had to start yelling questions at you through the bond. It was like he was trying to make you crack. You managed to get every single one right though. Which meant big rewards coming your way.

You were the last one in the locker room. Taking your time in the cold shower, trying to clear your head. You were about to start your heat. It was something you’ve had to deal with since you hit puberty. You don’t have periods like most girls. Nope. You went through heat like a dog once a year. You knew it was coming but for some reason you hadn’t thought to mention it to your clueless boyfriend. You usually keep it a secret from other people. It’s so embarrassing. It made you feel like a freak. You had learned how to deal with it when you were younger but for some reason it seemed so much more intense this year.

You were pulling your skirt back on when you heard a familiar voice clear his throat. “What’s going on with you today?”

You turned to see Bakugo leaning against a set of lockers. “I told you. I’m fine. It’s stupid…”

He stalked closer to you, “Wrong answer pup…And for your punishment…” His hands gripped the end of your skirt. “I think I’m just going to take this…” He ripped the skirt up the middle until it fell off your body. He threw the tattered remains in his backpack and handed you a pair of sweatpants.”

“Wh-what was that?” Your eyes were welling with frustrated tears. He was so close to you. You could smell him. You wanted him, you needed him and he’s just going to tease you like that? You were starting to spiral. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew you were being ridiculous. That he didn’t know. That this was your traitorous hormones taking over.

Your legs began to shake and just as you fell, he caught you. “Ok seriously what the hell. You’re really starting to scare me. What’s going on?”

You clenched the front of his shirt, “I’m sorry! It’s just… It’s dumb… but uhm…” Your face began to turn a deep shade of red.

He tilted your head up to look you in the eyes, “Hey whatever it is just say it. Were bonded now y/n. I don’t know about you, but that feels kind of like a forever thing. So just let me help you with… whatever this is. It’s obviously bothering you.”

You took a deep breath, “I’m in heat.” All you got was a blank stare, so you cleared your throat and tried again, “Once a year I go into heat, which is basically my bodies way of saying it’s time to mate. And I have absolutely no control over it. I’ve learned of ways to help manage it but for some reason this year its’ so intense. My emotions are everywhere and magnified by ten. I can’t even tell what’s real anymore. I just need… I don’t know”

He scooped you up into his lap. “No tell me, what do you need?”

“YOU!”

You had never given Bakugo Alpha voice before. And you definitely didn’t mean to now. Your wolf instincts were taking over.  It definitely didn’t have the same effect on him that it did on Mercy. But you could still feel the chills it gave him.

Before you knew it he was pulling down his zipper and setting you up in a position with you straddling him. “At your own pace pup. Whatever you need okay? If this is what you need to feel better then let’s do it.”

You looked him in the eyes, “Are you sure? I mean once I start it could take days before I’m done…”

He cupped your cheek and scoffed, “Y/n… you realize that sounds like an absolute fucking dream to me, right? Having sex with my amazing, beautiful, fucking bad ass girlfriend… FOR DAYS. Hell yeah! We have all weekend.

You felt another wave of lust start to wreak havoc on your body. You could tell Bakugo felt it too and it was then that you understood. “It’s the bond. I’ve only ever handled it on my own before. Now every time my emotions spike, you feel it too. It’s like it magnifies it and makes it so much stronger.

Bakugo was hard beneath you now as he called out to Mercy, “Hey man I don’t know where you are, but if you get a chance come guard the girl’s locker room door please.”

Mercy was quick to reply, “You guys are disgusting… I’m on my way.”

You made quick work riding yourself of your underwear as you sank down on top of him. Your eyes flashed bright and total and complete bliss took over you. Every cell in your body was singing. This was where you belonged. You were a puzzle that had missing pieces until this very second.

You looked up to see a single tear falling down Bakugo’s cheek, “It’s so beautiful. The way you feel… it’s like you’re completely in sync with me. It’s amazing.”

What had started as a desperate and lustful action was slowly turning into something more… passionate. You leaned in and pressed your forehead to his as you started to grind yourself into him. His hands found your hips and together you found a rhythm that was so good you finally knew why people called it making love. This was love, this was art, this was your forever. This time next week you’ll be graduated, and you know there’s no way you’re going back home without him.

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#bakugo #bakugo katsuki #Katsuki Bakugō #bhna bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo imagine #bakugo x y/n #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha im #my hero academia #i am the alpha now

[abused-sides]

Roommates Au

Warning: This is an au following Virgil as a domestic abuse survivor, and there’s some other past abuse as well, also ptsd, anxiety, depression, everything like that. Be cautious.

Virgil:

Met his boyfriend when he was 18, and his boyfriend was 25.

Virgil moved out of his parents’ house and into his as soon as he graduated high school.

They dated for 3 years, and pretty much immediately, his boyfriend put all his rules in place.

Virgil wasn’t allowed to leave the house at all, was allowed very little internet access and wasn’t supposed to speak to anyone, and took care of house maintenance like cleaning, cooking, organizing, etc.

After about a year, he had a breakdown, and decided he wanted to leave. He told his boyfriend, who was, uh, not a fan of that idea. Virgil decided he was going to do it anyway, and very, VERY slowly started sneaking tiny amounts of money away from his boyfriend and hiding it around the house.

When he had enough, he waited until he was home alone, took the money, and snuck away to catch the train into the city.

He barely had any money left, and spent a few weeks hopping around homeless shelters until he found Logan, Roman, and Patton’s ad for an extra room. He was just barely short first month’s rent, but he was one of the very few applicants and upon interview, Patton begged the others to let Virgil stay.

He didn’t know how to find a job, especially quickly, and he started panicking very fast. Roman’s theatre desperately needed crew members, and though it’s a very small minimum wage, it was something and Virgil spends his time there until he finds out what he wants to do.

He also sometimes assists Patton in baking, and Patton insists on giving him a cut of the profits. “I wouldn’t have met my deadline without you! You deserve it!”

Patton:

Patton comes from a very loving, though very conservative family. He loves spending time with them but admittedly moved to the city to get away from them and some space to breathe.

He makes the most money out of the four of them from his at-home bakery. He’s extremely flexible, talented, and friendly, so it’s relatively easy to get orders.

He met Roman at a thrift store a week before Halloween, when they were both scrambling to get a costume together that they could realistically afford. Roman lived with Remus at the time, but was trying to move into his own space. He didn’t have the funds, and when Patton mentioned he was looking for a place too, they took down each other’s numbers and agreed to try and find something.

Logan:

Logan does freelance work in coding, website building, and resume critiquing/workshopping. He makes less money than Patton but a good deal more than Roman.

He absolutely refuses to talk about his past with anybody, and the only family they know of is his older brother (Remy), who he’s sometimes on the phone with but otherwise never mentions.

He tries to be as uninvolved with everyone as possible, to see them as only roommates and nothing more, and to stay out of their way, but his resolve breaks a little when Virgil arrives.

He spends quite some time over at Janus and Remus’ apartment, but won’t tell anyone why.

Logan met the others by responding to an ad they put out looking for roommates. He had the cash and wasn’t overly rude, so Patton and Roman accepted him.

Roman:

Roman works at a local theatre making minimum wage, the least amount of all of them. He makes a little extra money doing art and costume commissions.

He’s also pretty hush about his past and doesn’t talk about his parents, but Patton knows what happened and helps the best he can.

Roman and Patton are best friends (maybe qpp?)

Remus:

Janus knows all about Remus’s past, but any time someone asks him, he gives a different story.

“He and Roman were left in the back of a parked truck as toddlers. A gracious cowboy took them home.”

“The twins grew up in a traveling circus, forced to do labour since they were babies. Remus is really good with fires and lions, particularly together.”

“They were accidentally made in a meth lab, when their cook wanted to create androids that could help with the workload. Don’t touch the back of their necks- It shuts them off.”

Remus works as a chef in a popular restaurant downtown, and makes some secret side money by doing some interesting streams on some interesting websites with his face cut out of frame. He likes both his jobs equally.

He’s constantly begging Roman to get a more stable job, to get something safer and do his art on the side.

He and Janus have been dating since high school, and saved up for their shitty apartment for a long time.

Janus:

Janus works as a call center receptionist, and makes more money than any of them (but will never let on to how exhausted and angry he is).

He’s as tight-lipped as Logan, only snarkier and more defensive. Roman and Remus know his past, but even Roman is respectful enough to not blab.

He takes philosophy and law classes in his free time at the local community college, but his job takes up so much time and energy that he’s had to retake classes multiple times and honestly isn’t making much progress.

He’s very proud about the fact that he’s going to be a defensive attorney.

When he gets scared or defensive, he lies, usually very poorly and impulsively. It comes out of his mouth without him realizing it and then he’s too embarrassed to take it back, so he holds onto it forever.

Relationships:

I’m thinking romantic intruloceit, queerplatonic royality, and, although it’s very unlike me, romantic prinxiety? How you all feel about that?

Please send me asks about this au, I love it.

#roommates au #abuse tw #abuse mention #let me know if i missed any tags please #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #intruloceit #prinxiety #royality #virgil #roman #patton #logan #janus #remus

[insfiringyou]

To the last anon who posted a very long analysis of V (Kim Taehyung), sorry we couldn’t post the answer below due to the format so we will answer here. Really hope you see it!

First of all, thank you so much for sharing. We honestly love it when anyone shares their thoughts and opinions, even if we don’t necessarily agree with them, but in your case you honestly hit the nail on the head on a lot of what we have been trying to do in our V storyline! So much so we don’t really need to respond to a lot of your comments as you nailed it. 

We think you are right in that he’s a really complex person who lacks a lot of emotional maturity, but at the same time thinks and sees himself as a really mature person. This does sometimes come across as him feeling above everyone else, mainly because he not only has this romantic idealisation of his (past) relationship with Cassandra, but also of himself. We actually really liked when he started calling himself ‘good boy’ in interviews, mainly because in our fics, we think that is genuinely how he sees himself. He knows he isn’t perfect, but at the same time he wants to be a good boyfriend and do those spontaneous, romantic, quirky, cute things like you mentioned. He’d love going on the types of dates you see in movies - picnics in the park, really ‘grown up’ trips to the theatre, taking his girlfriend to romantic destinations like Rome and Paris. It would make him feel like he was behaving like a ‘grown up’ and enviable to other people. In a way, this is why he’s so ashamed when he gets Cassandra pregnant and they are no longer together - because he feels that illusion to other people is suddenly shattered and so it is easier for him to shy away from his band mates, family, friends etc. than to admit that he messed up with her. Of course, his bandmates don’t actually hold him and Cassandra on the pedestal he thinks they do, so actually they wouldn’t really overthink the fact they are no longer together or judge him as harshly as he thinks they would. Just the fact remains he wishes things could have been different between them and that they could have had a baby under very different circumstances. He wants nothing more than a nuclear family, even if he is a bit ‘eccentric’ and can make a non-conventional family work to a point. 

He also, as you mention, really appreciates the fact that he could be himself with Cassandra and that she ‘got him’. Yes, they would have argued a lot (and she can definitely give as good as she gets when it comes to arguments!) but she never made him feel shitty about his fetishes, preferences etc. and was not only willing to go along with them for his sake, but was an active participant who ended up enjoying a lot of what he did. Until she didn’t, of course! He felt safe in opening up to her and being beyond vulnerable. He’d have cried a lot when they argued in front of her, not to make her feel bad but because that’s how he genuinely felt. He also never wanted to actually hurt her emotionally and I think if she’d have been more open with him (not victim blaming here as he should have also been more considerate in reading her body language and asking her more about how she felt!) about when he was ‘pushing’ the limits between them (such as when he asked her to have sex with someone else in front of him, as well as the roleplay incident) he might have been more self-aware that sometimes his fantasies are just that - his own, and that she doesn’t always share them. Sex between them was always very vulnerable on equal parts. We have mentioned a few times before that we think his first relationship was a little one sided (with him having emotional feelings and her not) which has made him even more scared about opening up to people, and with Cass she got doses of his vulnerability but not always at the best times. After she had sex with the other guy for instance rather than before.  

I think post-birth he really sees Cassandra in a more human, 3D way where, yes he does still love and idolise her as a mother because she’s gifted him the most beautiful, amazing thing he could ask for and he recognises the sacrifices she has made to do that, but also sees her as a vulnerable person who isn’t perfect all the time, has different opinions to his own and is entitled to have them. While Max doesn’t feel threatened by him, Tae is very much threatened by Max because he recognises he treats Cassandra in a way he wasn’t able to in the past, and I think he’s also worried he might replace his role as father a little. Max is also someone who is emotionally mature, speaks several languages, has experiences of a lot of different cultures and is therefore a more natural match for Cassandra, which makes him feel insecure about himself. Yes he has fame, but Max doesn’t seem phased by that, which (other than being Gabriel’s father) is all he really has when stripped back in that way. I really like how you picked up on Tae’s insecurities in his abilities! 

With Da-eun, he’s trying to take Cassandra’s advice though is a little stubborn/reluctant at first. I think the shift really came when he realised how he can take on that protective boyfriend role he’s been brought up to aspire to. With Cassandra, while he was protective over their relationship, he never really got to experience that as she’s so much emotionally stronger than him, but with Da-eun he doesn’t feel the need to match that. I think in a way he gets to avoid being as vulnerable and therefore protect himself a bit. I think his weakness is the fact he has a child and that he will always come first. 

PS, we loved reading this so much. So if you feel the need to drop any commentary on the other couples - most welcome! :D

#bts #bts v #v #kim taehyung #taehyung #v x cassandra #btsv #cassandra x max #v x da-eun

[hyper-voice]

Protective over Raihan obvs.

"I mean we all knew he was just a pretty face."

Sometimes Piers hates having good hearing, and he means good hearing. Not just good for a person in general, but especially good for a person who spends a large amount of his time by speakers playing at max. It means in this moderately busy coffee shop in Hammerlocke, where he's just trying to pick up something to drink on his way to visit Raihan, he gets to hear all the conversations going on around him.

"Yeah, but didn't you see the news footage of him flying around during the attack? He looked pretty concerned..."

"Maybe about his boyfriend. Why wasn't he there already? It's his gym - how'd he have an entire giant dragon monster there and not know it? It don't look good no matter how you spin it."

More than his hearing, Piers doesn't like his anger. He'll admit he's an angry, bitter person under the carefully cooled facade. Tiredness has toned him down some, but when it bubbles to the surface, it's as brutal as his Pokemon.

"S'not a good look to gossip either, or wear flannel and flip flops but here you are." He says. The guy doing most of the shit talking turns, looking equally confused at who's talking and annoyed at what's said.

"What'd you just say to me-" The guy already begins before his face freezes. His little girlfriend turns too, and gasps in recognition.

"You're-!"

"Yeah, yeah, we know who I am." He waves as he sidles past them and props himself up in front of the register. "And we know who you're talking about, and I ain't finding myself a fan."

The guy says nothing, glaring at him as he spins around to keep Piers in his sights. If they're as into gossip as their conversation suggests, then Piers hops he shaking in his shitty cargo shorts. The girl pulls on his arm.

"She's smart. You should go. Think they're about to close anyway." He says, cutting his eyes back at the barista, who has taken a step back from the counter. They're not about to close and he knows it, and the guy looks like he's going to argue. Piers toys with one of the dusk balls on his belt, and three sets of eyes jump down to them.

"Relax, I wouldn't ruff up a nice establishment like this." He says to her, with a winning smile, completely out of place. When he turns it on the man, it's acidic.

"But we are going the same way, right? You should probably get lost before I get out there, y'know. It was a bit of a ride from Spikemuth and Obstagoon really needs a walk. And your face is really starting to get on my nerves."

There's a moment of impasse where Piers thinks the guy will take him up on the fight, and honestly, he's prepared to put his money where his mouth is. He always is. But with his friend tugging insistently on his arm, he relents and they head toward the door.

"And by the way," he calls after them. "You should really be careful who you go talking shit around. Loose lips get hit, or something like that, right?"

The man seethes as he's pulled out the door and down the street. Piers laughs, and turns to the lady behind the counter, who looks at him with wide eyes. He pulls out his wallet and preemptively slides four 500 P notes to her.

"Sorry about that. I really wouldn't have tussed up your shop. Coffee's too good. Can a get a large white mocha, and oh! That seasonal one, the Gingerbread Latte. Large." He says, pointing at the sign, while the woman blinks at the money on the counter. He's got a little extra money now that the League is run by someone who isn't a scumbag, and it's time to spread the wealth.

"And about... 15 of those cookies with the caramel and nuts and shit in them. Keep the change, yeah?"

When he leaves with two drinks and a large brown bag, the couple is long gone.

#my writing

[stormfirebeauty]

do u have any jason grace (honorary white man, clueless but in a wholesome way) headcanons ?

Ok I’ve had this ask for a while but didn’t have anything interesting to respond with but now I’ve been thinking about how Jason was characterized as a son of Jupiter and I have lots of thoughts to share. I’ll be honest though, I definitely don’t think of Jason as clueless (except maybe when it comes to cute boys).

We know that Jason doesn’t care much about positions of power and has always felt pressure to be in leadership rolls because of who his father is. However Jupiter is also the god of Justice, which is only referenced to Jason’s character like one time and I think. It would’ve been interesting to explore his desire for justice over power.

From a young age he was highly perceptive if someone (or himself) was being treated unfairly.

The reason he joined the 5th court was because the way they were treated made his skin crawl and his face turn red when he first arrived at Camp Jupiter. He used to have a major temper over it and other injustices. I think for his first year or two at camp Jupiter he was actually a bit of a rebel. His moral is basically “respect the rules unless the rules are unfair, then screw the rules.”

Eventually he learned that all acting out at Camp Jupiter would get him was enemies and shitty chores. He learned how to get what he wanted and defend people more subtly.

He absolutely hates the politics of Camp Jupiter. In order to get a rule changed or get someone excepted into the legion you might have to be allied with the right cohort or senator, you might have to exchange favors, you might owe a favor in the future. He hates even more when he inevitably gets involved in the politics and eventually get promoted to Praetor. He finds it exhausting emotionally.

I think he vibes with Camp Half Blood better because everyone is kind of on equal footing. Like ya some people are douchebags, there’s popular and unpopular people. Everyone gets a voice though, around the ping pong table or camp fire. Everyone gets to play to their own strengths. At Camp Jupiter we see Frank being discouraged to use a bow and arrow, despite being amazing with it, and Hazel being laughed at for using a cavalry sword, even though she’s a queen on a horse. Camp Half Blood would be like “oh sick you guys rock at that you should use those skills.”

However after being raised at Camp Jupiter the disorganization of the Greeks does stress him out a little sometimes. Counselor meetings involve a lot of shouting and talking over each other. He’s like damn I love the lack of politics here and the honestly behind everyone’s agenda, but can we take turns? Raise hands maybe?

I’m ignoring anything that happened in ToA partly bc I haven’t read it and partly bc my boy Jason is happy and alive with his boyfriend and girlfriend.

So I think normal career tracks for children of Jupiter/Zeus are probably like politics, company CEO, etc. Jason never liked positions of power though. He becomes a defense attorney.

He finds it hard to operate in a system so clearly corrupt and hates every time he seeing an innocent wrongly convicted or or someone guilty of something awful get off with a slap on the wrist.

Like at Camp Jupiter, he ends up in a leadership position despite his desire to avoid them. He leads campaigns to reverse unfair laws or court rulings, and becomes well know in activist circles.

One of his clients once got wrongfully convicted of a crime. Jason did his best defending her, but there were a lot of signs pointing to her being guilty. He honestly hadn’t been sure whether she was innocent or not until the jury ruled guilty, then he immediately felt ice in his bones and he knew it was wrong. She was sentenced to 15 years in prison. He spent months working every single day until he was able to prove her innocence.

Part of me thinks he would eventually become a judge but I can’t imagine him in those stupid robes lol

But ya basically Jason Grace only cares about justice and equality but because of his dad he ends up leading either because people naturally see him that way or because he realizes no one else is going to lead the charge.

#jason grace #jason grace headcanons #heroes of olympus #jasipereo #if you squint #this was actauallu my first ask i hope i did ok 🥺 #i will say tho this is NOT a jason grace blog lol #i do not want to be fandom authority on him or whatever #i stan Jasipereo #becuase they have stanning level greatness as a trio #i dont actqulky care muxh about Jason as an indivual tho lol

[localkatshelter]

Okame’s Underbelly - Explanation |5th|

(ShinsoxOC)

Katsumi’s POV (localvillageidiot#0870) and Shinso’s POV (hecker#8339)

Warning: Contains arguing, name-calling, smoking, swearing, slight misuse of quirk, and Denki and Mina supremacy

Preview (Katsumi’s POV):

| “Shinso,” I said, turning to him, “you like poetry too, right?” I said, giving him a small, inviting smile.

“No, not my thing.” he grumbled, not even turning to answer me directly.

I felt my eye twitch. I am trying. So hard. To be nice.

“Oh really? I got the feeling that you might since I think we met briefly at a poetry house once over the summer.” I said pleasantly, clenching my jaw in secret.

“Did we? Well, even if we did, I don’t think I’d remember you.” he said dismissively.

Okay, now you're just trying to piss me off. |

Unknown source for artwork. (Please let me know who’s it is if you know)

1st Chapter - Anticipation

(Katsumi's POV)

The smell of day old frying oil greeted me as I walked into Marley’s to meet up with Mina. She had asked me to grab a quick bite to eat with her before we went to a party that a friend of hers was having. She knew I would never turn down a good time nor would I ever turn down a Marley’s date. I scanned the room to find my favorite tuft of pink hair waving wildly at me. My smile morphed into shock when I saw an equally wild blonde waving at me as well. I hurried over to the table to greet them but when I arrived I saw Edgelord sitting with them as well. His head was stuck in a menu, apparently trying to seem indifferent about my arrival. I felt a strange mix of anger and anxiety rushing out of him, pushing me back towards the door. It irritated me but I decided to ignore it, focusing my attention on those who were happy to see me.

“Denki, hi! I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

“Fate must be bringing us together.” he avowed, comically suave.

I laughed. “It must be. Can’t say I mind though.”

I hugged Mina, who had gotten out of the booth when I walked over.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had friends coming too?” I asked.

“I thought you’d like the surprise!” she beamed.

“You know me, the more the merrier!” I said as we settled into our seats. I slid into the booth next to Edgelord, who still hadn’t said anything. I took off my leather jacket and tucked it into my backpack between my legs.

“Hey Shinso.” I said casually.

“Hey.” he replied gruffly.

Well this is going to be an awkward meal. He’s already on my nerves. I don’t get why he’s acting like this. I let him sleep on my couch and he can’t even muster up a decent hello? Is he trying to hurt my feelings? ... Just play nice Kat. He’s Mina’s old friend and Denki’s roommate. You can do this. Just pretend like he’s not being weird, or better yet, pretend like he’s not even there. Don’t let it get to you. I took a mental deep breath and smiled at the two across from me. The three of us chatted for a while about nothing in particular, just a little small talk about this and that. At some point, Mina mentioned something about a high school memory, which reminded me of how they all knew each other.

“Denki, you went to UA too, right? Your quirk must be really cool.” I said.

“Wanna see how it works?” He raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously.

I looked over at Mina who smiled encouragingly at me, albeit a bit too eager for my liking.

“Uh, sure why not?”

“Give me your hand.”

I complied, placing my hand in his. He took it and flipped it so my palm was up. He dangled his fingers over my hand dramatically, like a magician about to say their magic words.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded, a bit intrigued. He placed a finger in the middle of my palm and activated his quirk, sending a small zap into my skin. A strange noise came out of my mouth when I felt the slight pain and surprise hit me. The noise sent Mina and Denki into a fit of laughter.

“What- what was that noise?” Mina choked out between giggles.

“Shut up, that hurt!”

“I- I’m sorry! It was just too tempting!” Denki wheezed.

I rubbed the slightly tender part of my palm and glared at them.

“Come on, I’ll make it up to you. Let me kiss it better.” He held out his hands to me.

I looked at him skeptically.

“I won't do it again, promise.”

I gave him my hand and he leaned down, placing an electrified kiss on the same spot as before.

“Ow!” I cried as I pulled my hand back.

Mina and Denki bursted out laughing once more, this time joined by a scoff from Shinso.

“How gullible can you be?” Shinso said under his breath.

I shot him a look but before I could say anything back, our food arrived.

We ate and the three of us continued to chat. Mina and Denki told me stories about their time at UA together. It was so cool to hear what the pro heroes that I was covering were like when they were students. I took some pretty good mental notes, not that I would ever use any of the personal information I gathered in any of my posts. That just felt like an invasion of privacy, but it did help me understand the dynamic I captured between certain heroes in my photographs. It always struck me odd how Dynamite and Deku looked when they fought together. Their relationship vexed me but pulled me in at the same time. The same applied to Dynamite and Red Riot. Hearing that one pair had been childhood friends and the other had become super close in their first year at UA shed some new light and perspective on the scenes that I had captured before.

Some of the stories were just outright hilarious too. Denki was an absolute riot and the way he and Mina played off of each other made my mission of ignoring Edgelord’s attitude super easy. He hadn’t said much of anything since our food had come to the table despite Mina and Denki trying to involve him in their storytelling. He just hummed or gave an unenthusiastic “yeah” whenever they asked him something. I didn’t need to use my quirk to feel the irritation and discomfort rolling off of him. If you don’t want to be here, then leave. I couldn’t help but feel like I was the reason he was so annoyed. I walked myself through my memories trying to figure out when exactly I ran over this kid’s cat. I really was nothing but nice. I practically saved his life, not that he knows that, but still! I bared those emotions for him! It took me forever to claw my way out of that depression hole. On top of that, I gave him a place to sleep it off and helped him move all of his shit up the stairs into his room. Why is he getting under my skin this much? Why do I even care? Everything about this is pissing me off.

“So Kat,” Denki said, interrupting my thoughts. “What do you like to do in your free time?”

“I like to take pictures and I write sometimes.” I said, covering my half full mouth.

“Well duh, you’re a photojournalism major. That doesn't count.”

“Umm,” I thought about my response as I swallowed. “Actually, I used to spend a lot of time at some hole-in-the-wall place near campus. I listened to people perform poetry and stuff like that. I went every Friday at one point to listen to a particular person. The stage name was Okame, but once they stopped performing I kind of lost interest” I checked my watch. “If Okame was still performing, I’d probably be getting ready to head over right about now.”

I felt Shinso tense up next to me. His anxiety was tugging at my quirk like toddlers aggressively tug on a parent’s sleeve. Wow, his anxiety just shot through the roof... You good kid? Maybe I should bring him into the conversation? Is that what this is about?

“Shinso,” I said, turning to him, “you like poetry too, right?” I said, giving him a small, inviting smile.

“No, not my thing.” he grumbled, not even turning to answer me directly.

I felt my eye twitch. I am trying. So hard. To be nice.

“Oh really? I got the feeling that you might since I think we met briefly at a poetry house once over the summer.” I said pleasantly, clenching my jaw in secret.

“Did we? Well, even if we did, I don’t think I’d remember you.” he said dismissively.

Okay, now you're just trying to piss me off.

“Oh yeah? Well I definitely remember you. You were outside. If memory serves, you were having a pretty rough go of it.” I turned to fully face him, shooting him a challenging glare.

I knew the irritation showed on my face, but I honestly didn’t care enough to hide my emotions anymore. He met my glare with his own. The message was clear, he wanted me to shut my mouth and drop it. But why should I? He just continued to stare me down, waiting for me to change the subject, but I had a few questions for him. Mina must have seen me ready to blow a gasket because she decided to jump in to defuse the situation.

“Well, what does it matter where you were or what you're into?” she chuckled nervously. “Kat, have you been writing anything interesting lately?”

“Or do you have any of your professional-grade photographs on your phone? I’d really love to see them! I’m sure they’re amazing!” Denki chimed in, following Mina’s lead.

“I’m gonna head out for a smoke.” Shinso said, looking at me to move.

I got up to let him out. I watched him walk out with his hands deep in his pockets. I was drilling holes into the back of his head and I knew he felt it because his frustration was overcoming his anxiety as he reached the door, but I wasn’t done with him yet.

“I’m actually going to take a step out too.”

Mina gave me a look that said Girl what? You don’t smoke. But I ignored it and followed after Shinso.

(Shinso's POV)

God must be playing some cruel joke on me, either that, or I was a shittier boyfriend than I originally thought and this was my sweet karma. I just can't seem to escape that night. I managed to stifle the buzz in my head for the most part but it keeps manifesting itself, or rather infesting, my present. Time for some more shitty coping. I pulled out the pack of cigarettes from my jacket and pulled one out. It was a bit mangled but it was my second to last one. (I imagine his last cigarettes always end up this way bc he always smokes when his mood is erratic so he just manhandles tf out these ciggies)

"It's in poor condition but it'll have to do." I muttered under my breath.

I swiftly placed it between my lips and raised the lighter to it, but the flame was quickly extinguished. Shit, why does it always have to be so windy today? I hovered my other hand over the flame to block the harsh gusts, as I furrowed my brows in concentration. I was failing miserably to light my damn cigarette. I groaned in frustration before two small hands appeared around mine. My hands jerked back, startled, extinguishing the flame immediately. I looked down and realized it was the little brunette. I composed myself with a sigh and went back to trying to light my cigarette, choosing not to pay her any attention.

"Do you want help lighting your cigarette or not?" she questioned, irritated.

I looked down at her, a stubborn expression on her face. Pick your battles, Shinso. I reluctantly leaned down towards her.

“So...” she said after the cigarette was lit. “I mean this in the nicest, most polite way possible, but what the fuck is your problem?” she interrogated.

Her sudden abrasiveness caught me off guard. "Uh...what do you mean?" When did this become an interrogation all of a sudden?

“I mean, why do you treat me like I ran over your cat on your birthday?

Her absurd question also took me aback but I was quicker to adjust this time. "I don't even know who you are?” Why am I lying? Fuck it I already said it, let's go with it.

“Oh really? So that's why you act so out of pocket any time I bring up the night we met when I found you drunk and ugly crying-”

"Okay okay, fine. Just please stop bringing it up." I interrupted hastily. "Jesus fuck." I muttered under my breath. Why does she insist on bringing it up?

“So you do remember?” she asked with mock surprise. I just looked ahead of me hoping that she would run out of steam and drop it.

“Say it.” She demanded, her volume raising this time.

"Yes." I confirmed begrudgingly. Why the fuck does she have to be so loud? She's a pro at being annoying. "But I can't say it, because I genuinely don't remember your name." This was intended to be a slight jab but I was being honest. I probably could remember it if I wasn’t actively trying to forget it.

“Not like Denki and Mina haven’t said it a million times today. It’s Katsumi.”

"Ooooh right. Kat." My voice was just short of being completely monotone.

“Kat...so you do remember. Asshole.” She rolled her eyes. She has no problem insulting me. It kind of amused me but my aggravation overshadowed it.

I shrugged at her. What does it matter anyway? It's not like we're gonna be best friends. We can barely tolerate each other as it is.

“Listen Edgelord, I think you still owe me an explanation. I’ve been nothing but nice to you. So what gives?” she insisted.

"I don't know what you're talking about. This is how I always am." I technically wasn't lying. I tended to rub strangers the wrong way, either that or I was easily forgettable.

“So you're always a total douche?” she challenged, staring me right in my face.

"Funny. Guess so." I said carelessly with a hint of a smirk at her additional loving nickname for me. Wonder what else she'll call me?

“I know you’re not though. You turn sour as soon as I come around and it bothers me. So fess up. What’s your damage?” Her expression twisted into a scowl at the end of her sentence.

That last question irked me a little more than it should've. My damage?

"Hm I don't know, maybe you being a constant reminder of one of the worst days of my life." I stated with a tinge of bitterness at the end of my words.

This seemed to catch her off guard. She took a moment to configure a response. She was either being very careful with her next words or didn't know what to say at all.

“Oh, okay, yeah. That tracks... Well I’m sorry, but I really couldn’t just leave you there.” Her tone was slightly softer than before.

"I know." I admitted reluctantly. "That's what's so frustrating." I muttered, barely audible. What made her care so much about a complete mess of a stranger? Now we're attached by that occurence and it's so embarrassing.

“Frustrating? What’s so frustrating?” She caught part of it.

"Nothing. I just- I hate that you saw me like that. It's fucking weird. I like to deal with shit on my own."

“It’s really okay, Shinso. I didn’t think about it when I saw you. I was just happy to catch up, because we got along really well that night. It wasn't until you started avoiding me like the plague that I started thinking back to remember where things went wrong.”

"Yeah, I get that. But you're always bringing it up so casually like it's the weather or some shit."

“It was the only thing that got any sort of response out of you. What else did you want me to do? Besides, It didn’t make me think of you in any type of way.” she assured me.

"I just don't get why you care." I said more to myself than to her.

She seemed to genuinely consider this for a second.

“Me either, if I’m being honest. You’re so grouchy. I almost never put up with your type. But here we are.” She shrugged and dropped her arms to her side, comically defeated.

That sentiment actually drew a chuckle out of me. It didn't seem like the most appropriate response for the situation so I tried to stifle it as best as I could.

"Yup. Here we are." I confirmed.

“So we’re friends now.” she asserted, sure of it.

"Uh...I didn't say all that." She really is bold. She keeps catching me off guard.

“But I did.” she doubled down on it.

There was a brief stare down, her amber eyes were unwavering on mine. I guess it doesn't mean much. We're just gonna have to play nice when we're around each other from now on.

I shrugged. "Okay cool." I put the cigarette to my lips again only to discover it is nothing but a dying butt now. All that annoying back and forth made me forget about one of my last cigs. "Fuck, really, Kat?" I complained with a hint of playfulness at the very edge of my tone. I'm due for a pack on Sunday so I'll just have to hold out for a day or so. I pulled out the last one and lit effortlessly. Of course now it lights with no problem.

“Blame your own stubbornness. If you had just given me an answer the first time I asked, you could have smoked until your lungs gave out.” she retorted.

There was a moment of silence as I took my first drag. I could see her eyeing my cigarette, with disgust, if I had to guess.

“Gimme one of those.” She pointed to my pocket where the now empty pack was.

I shot a look down at her, my eyebrows raised. I chuckled in surprise. I didn't take her for a smoker with the way she talks about it. I guess she's one of those self-loathing nic addicts. Kinda same. I'm just not as loud about it.

"A little too late, this is the last one." I took another drag, staring mindlessly at the horizon in front of me.

“And?” she insisted as if that was a dumb response.

I gave her another weird look before it registered. Oh...okay.

"Fine." I gave her the cigarette I was smoking.

She grabbed the cigarette, maneuvering it awkwardly in her hand before settling it between her pointer and middle finger, the typical form. She brought it to her mouth and inhaled with a pained expression. She was barely a second in before she began coughing. Yup, she doesn’t actually smoke. Her sad attempt was endearing in an odd way. It was actually kind of cute. What am I thinking? She was intolerable a second ago. Stop that, brain. You’re being weird. Scolding myself inwardly distracted me from the fact that I was laughing at her outwardly. She rolled her eyes in response, annoyed at my amusement.

“Listen, people seem to smoke when they’re stressed and well, you stress me the fuck out so I thought I’d give it a try. Show me how to do it then, since you wanna scoff at me.” She handed the cigarette back to me before crossing her arms. I followed up her request with another chuckle, shaking my head at her.

“Are you sure you wanna be my friend? I’m already teaching you bad habits.” I teased, a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips. But I obliged and raised the cigarette to my lips obnoxiously slow and inhaled. I blew the smoke in her general direction and she swatted it away with a grimace.

“Tada…” I concluded sarcastically.

“Gross...you know what? Nevermind.”

We laughed in unison. It was followed up with a moment of quiet.

“Well, Edgelord, I’ll see you at the party. Try to smile a little when you’re there. It suits you way more than your resting bitch face.”

“I’m starting to think that you don’t remember my name either. Keep it fresh and switch it up once in a while. Try...I don’t know...buzzkill next, or something.” I criticized, a smile in my voice.

She tilted her head to the side as if to say “good idea”, before I put out my cigarette and headed inside with her.

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A Donna Pinciotti character study (and how I write her on my stories)

I'm apologizing in advance, this is too big, I talk a lot.

Someone sent me an ask a week ago asking why I write Donna as a nice character, and that inspired me to make a specific post about my thoughts on the characters and how I choose to write them on my published stories, more specifically, in Rock You Like a Hurricane and When The Levee Breaks. So here we go.

I love all the main 6 characters, not equally, everyone has a favorite, but in the end, they all have a very special place in my heart.

Out of the six characters, Jackie and Eric are my favorites. I have trouble writing Eric, but I really love him, I don’t get why he gets so much hate, he’s such a good person. They are followed very closely by Hyde, I relate to Hyde a lot, and honestly I love writing him. I think Hyde and Jackie are deep characters, with lots and lots of layers, and I love exploring them.

They are all complex characters with distinct personalities, each one has their specific storyline, and they all have their little quirks. They are not perfect, they have defects and qualities just like any other human being.

This post is about Donna, but I plan on making separate posts for each character later. I just wanted to share some of my thoughts.

Let's start off, shall we?

Donna was my favorite character, until I started season 4. One of the things that bothered me the most on the show was how much Donna's character regressed after her first break up with Eric.

Donna is a very likeable character in the earlier seasons, she's independent, determined, passionate about the things she loves, cares deeply about her friends, among other things. What I particularly loved the most about Donna, was how progressive she was for a teenage girl living in the 70s.

She and Eric were a sweet couple, and their love was pure. Their break up at the end of season 3 was heartbreaking, but it was very in character for me. Donna always wanted to be a strong, independent woman, and Eric was trying to tie her down. And while I could understand Eric's reasons, Donna also had a pretty strong point. I do believe things could have been solved with proper communication, but they were teenagers and these things happen.

After their breakup, both Donna and Eric acted immature, but after Donna's mom left, she... well, she's changed. And not for better. There's this one episode from season 4 that really upsets me. Right after Midge left, Donna slept with Eric, and Eric was really happy afterwards, he thought they were back together, but Donna had absolutely no intention of getting back together with him, in fact, she said "she would've done it with anyone". She used Eric in that episode, she should’ve been clear to him about her intentions, I get that her mom left and that she was sad, but that was kind of cruel of her and I felt really bad for Eric.

That's one of Donna's flaws: whenever she's going through something, she becomes this selfish person, too wrapped up in herself to focus on anyone else's problems. She refuses help and she acts up, showing really self-destructive behaviors (like purposely failing school, smoking cigarettes, dating Casey Kelso, etc). Donna’s kind of a hypocrite, she doesn’t like when people tell her she’s wrong about something. She also doesn't care about anyone other than herself when she's angry or sad, a clear example of that was running away to California with her best friend's boyfriend, because she was feeling humiliated about being rejected by Eric. That was a pretty shitty thing to do, Jackie did not deserve that.

In fact, Jackie did not deserve many of the things Donna did to her, but to me, Donna’s worst offence was to side up with Kelso during all the times he was an asshole to Jackie (yes, that includes when Jackie started to date Hyde).

As a self-proclaimed feminist, Donna should’ve been more empathetic towards Jackie. She should’ve told Jackie about Kelso and Laurie, she should have discouraged Jackie to get back together with Kelso on season 3 (everyone knew how toxic they were, even Hyde tried to stop them from getting together again in his own way - by breaking that egg - but Donna actually encouraged Kelso and seemed rather amused with the situation), she shouldn’t have shown her boobs to her best friend’s boyfriend on episode 4x20, she shouldn’t have ran away with her best friend’s boyfriend without even thinking about Jackie’s feelings, she should’ve supported Hyde and Jackie’s relationship from the beginning, she should’ve called Kelso out on his hypocrisy towards Jackie and Hyde on season 5, she should’ve been there for Jackie - without judging her - when her mother came back. She should have been a better friend to Jackie in general, Jackie was bitchy and kind of annoying, but she was a good person, and she was always there for Donna when she needed it.

Jackie was supposed to be the bitchy one with a huge ego, but Donna slowly took her crown. To me, in later seasons, Donna was worse than Jackie from season one - season one Jackie was a bitch, but she was also innocent, and she didn't know better, Donna did, and she loved calling Jackie out on her behavior. I'll elaborate more on that when I write Jackie’s essay. 

And (I’m afraid people are going to judge me for this one) Donna should’ve been a better girlfriend to Eric. People always say that Donna was too good for Eric, and well... I disagree.

In the first three seasons, Donna and Eric’s relationship was healthy, they were cute together, and you could see how much they loved each other. But they got back together in California and didn't even talk about why they broke up in the first place. They just ignored it and pretended it never happened. Like, wtf? And then out of nowhere Eric proposes and she says yes? She hadn't accepted his promise ring less than a year before, and now she accepted an engagement ring? I’m sorry, but that was very OOC to me. The reason why they broke up was that she didn’t want to make such a big promise because they were sill young, and then they just get engaged when they’re still in high school? That’s bad writing to me.

Their relationship in season 5 was okay, their engagement didn’t make any sense, but overall, they treated each other well and were in love.

Then Red had his heart attack and Donna decided to postpone college so she could be with Eric. Another thing that didn’t make sense to me. Donna basically threw away her whole future in order to be with Eric in season 6 and 7, and they broke up in season 3 because she didn't want that for herself. It’s just… well, shitty writing.

After she stayed for Eric, their relationship changed, at least from what I could tell. And then all the episodes had the same storyline for Eric and Donna: Eric does something stupid, Donna overreacts, Eric spends the day kissing her ass to make up for it, in the end she forgives him and it’s always the same thing “Donna, I’m a dumbass, you’re too good for me, I’m sorry” and bla bla bla. It’s a freaking cycle, and it only gets worse after Eric leaves her at the altar.

Eric was a good person and a good boyfriend, he had his flaws, but overall, he was a decent guy, he shouldn’t feel inferior to Donna. She mocked him for liking the things he did (Star Wars, Styx, roller disco), and often acted like she was too good for him, a good girlfriend is supposed to support her boyfriend in whatever makes him happy, not force him to quit something because she thought it was too girly.

(For example, when Hyde was going to work at the muffler shop with Red, Jackie didn’t like that idea, but she supported him anyways, she said “If it makes you happy then, I’m happy”. Donna wasn’t very supportive of Eric’s choices, the roller disco thing is a great example, I mean, yeah, it was girly, but he liked it, so she should’ve supported him).

In my opinion, Donna and Eric’s relationship on seasons 6 and 7 wasn’t a healthy one.

I’m not even going to mention Donna’s actions on season 8. To me, they were unforgivable, that’s why I totally understand why people write her like a bitch on post season 8 stories. But hey, everyone was acting OOC in season 8, that’s why I tend to ignore its existence most of the time.

In Donna’s defense though... That was mainly bad writing. I believe that the real Donna would’ve been more empathetic towards Jackie, she would’ve called Kelso on his crap, and she would’ve actually talked to Eric about their problems. She also would have gone to college, she and Eric could make distance work.

Up until season 4 we could see that the writers were actually developing a storyline for Donna. She was bitchy in season 4, but her parents had just got divorced, she and Eric had broken up, her mom left... Her life changed a lot, it’s understandable why she acted out, the writers knew what they were doing then, at least in the character development part, but then season 5 started and Donna was a whole different person.

I don’t know if I’m making any sense in this essay, I have trouble expressing myself sometimes because english is not my first language, but basically, to me, the writers stopped caring about Donna’s character development by season 5 and I’ll always be bitter about that. 

A clear example of character development is Jackie, Kelso and Hyde. They grew and matured over the seasons, Donna didn’t, not really, if compared to them. It's incredibly sad to see most of the characters growing and genuinely being better people, while Donna was just… being there.

Donna had her good moments, as I’ve mentioned before, Donna has qualities, plenty of them by the way. She’s passionate about the things she loves, she wants the best for her friends, she’s determined, she has a kind heart.

One of my favorite scenes from the show is when Jackie asked Donna to help her not to fall into Kelso’s “charm” again, when he was trying to grow a beard. Donna was an amazing friend in that episode, it really made me smile. Donna had some really good moments with Jackie. I wish she valued them more, but I blame that on the writers and their need to put women against each other for “comedy”.

The Donna I write on my stories is based on the Donna from the earlier seasons, it’s a Donna who still has her flaws, but she pushes her pride aside when she recognizes she's wrong and apologizes, she doesn't see Jackie as her competition, she sees her as a friend who she loves very much, and wants the best for her.

When The Levee Breaks Donna is the real Donna, at least how I think the real Donna actually is. After Eric sent her that letter, she recognized that she gave up too much for him during their relationship, and that she wasn't being herself by doing so, so she decided to no longer wait for him and be her own woman, that's why she moved to Chicago. No one is worth giving up her dreams for, not even the love of her life. 

She loves Jackie and wants the best for her, that's why she encourages Jackie to move to Chicago with her, and she also wants to make up for the times she wasn't the friend she deserved. Donna recognized how wrong she was by siding with Kelso, and admitted that she took Jackie's friendship for granted. 

This Donna lost all the respect she had for Hyde when he came back from Vegas, to her, that wasn't the same Hyde she grew up with (she wasn't wrong), and she wasn't going to stay quiet and let him destroy himself (and Jackie). She stepped up, and tried to shove some sense into Hyde's head before leaving with Jackie, but Hyde can really be an ass when he wants to, so she gave up and punched him, that was the last time she saw him until he got his head out of his ass and went to visit them at Chicago after New Years.

Donna was heartbroken, but she refused to dwell on it and tried her best to move on with her life. She's at the top of her class at college, she's trying to be there for Jackie (who wasn't doing so good when they first moved in) and she tried to date someone else. 

Turns out that you can't really date someone if you're still in love with your ex, so that didn't work out very well for her, but it helped her realize that what she felt for Eric was real, and that it wasn't going away anytime soon.

In Chicago, Donna and Jackie formed a strong bond, they were friends before, but Chicago kind of made them sisters. During those 6 months they've spent living together, Donna developed very strong protective instincts towards Jackie, especially after Jackie opened up about her childhood with her mother. She saw Jackie struggling every day, she saw how often Jackie cried over the things that happened in Point Place, and she started to understand her friend better.

Donna's protective instincts kicked in when Hyde and Eric showed up in Chicago, but they softened after she talked to Hyde and realized that he was being genuine. She was still pissed at him, but she could see that he was suffering a lot, so in the end, she just wanted to see Jackie and Hyde being happy again.

Her feelings with Eric were conflicting, she loved him very much, and she was aware of that, she got tired of denying to herself, but that didn't erase the hurt of their past. After a long talk, she and Eric agree to start things again, but she makes it very clear that she's not giving up her future for him anymore.

One of my favorite Donna quotes on my story is:

"Eric, I don't need you in my life. But I want you in my life, I really, really do."

So basically, that's how I write Donna in WTLB, she still has her flaws, but she's overall a good person and a good friend.

Rock You Like a Hurricane Donna is not so different from WTLB Donna, she's still protective of Jackie, but not for the reasons WTLB Donna is.

Donna and Jackie grew up together in RYLH, no Eric, no Hyde, no Kelso, just the two of them, and I believe that had a significant impact on both of their personalities.

Donna and Jackie first met in school, and became best friends after Donna beat up a kid who was trying to bully Jackie. Donna and Jackie both had no friends - Jackie was new in school, and Donna was new in town - so they started to play together and basically became glued by the hip.

The fact that she didn't grow up as "one of the boys'' changed Donna's personality a bit. Not too much, we still love a lumberjacky Donna thank you very much, but her behavior around Eric and the rest of the boys is sheepish if compared to her behavior around the entire gang on the show.

That changes after a while, she starts to get comfortable around everyone after a few months.

Growing up with Jackie had an impact on her, not a bad one. Donna's way less judgemental, and she's not a hypocrite, at least not like she was portrayed on the show. Jackie calls Donna out on her bullshit, and Donna does the same for her, they make each other better and they would kill for each other.

Donna's also not afraid of showing her girly side every once in a while, and she and Jackie support each other on their interests. As shown in some chapters, Donna sometimes even watches Jackie's cheerleading practices, and she's always there to support her in the games.

Jackie encourages Donna to write on a daily basis. She always loved reading Donna's short stories, she claims that if Donna ever writes a book, she has to write a character based on her, preferably, a princess.

They have a healthy friendship in both of my stories, it's how it should've been on the show.

That’s all, I guess. If you actually read this, please feel free to give me your opinion about Donna too, I would love to hear it!

I’m posting Jackie’s character study sometime soon. Thanks for reading my ramblings.

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Happy Birthday! 🎉 6, 11, 28, 47 and 50 please 💜

Thank you! ❤️

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? Honestly, nothing. I don't tend to really look in mirrors unless I need to and if I happen to glance up when I'm washing my hands, it's usually like 'Ugh, cold ass water' or 'Fuck, I wanna go back to bed' 🤣

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? Probably 31. I felt more comfortable in my skin then. I was working and financially independent from my mom, living with my boyfriend now husband, and thriving as a person.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? Free healthcare for everyone.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? What were the lottery numbers for this week?

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? Okay, this is gonna be really gross and medical related because I swear, this is seriously the most unusual conversation I've had and it literally happened this week.

Got a new admit at work. Was a patient previously. History of ETOH abuse, prefers to be homeless, and apparently prostitutes herself out...by allowing people to have sex in her colostomy hole. (No, I'm not joking. Yes, it's gross.) When I was given this in report, my first question was WHY?! Manager shrugs and is like 'No clue.'

Now, before I go on, I have to preface this by saying that almost all healthcare workers have sick senses of humor. It's how we cope sometimes, man. When I say we've seen some shit, we've seen some shit. Cracking jokes helps relieve the tension of a stressful job made worse by a pandemic. It doesn't mean we're not empathetic or shitty people...it's just easier to laugh than it is to cry. Anyways, I digress.

Both of us got quiet for a little while after that bomb was dropped. I was just ruminating on the mechanics of it all and of course, OF COURSE, the next thought that popped into my mind and out of my mouth was 'I wonder how much she got for that.'

Without missing a beat, my manager was like 'Probably double.' I just looked at her with equal parts disgust and confusion so she's like 🤷 'It's tighter'. And that's where the conversation ended cause I couldn't stop laughing.