#after that i got lectured by everyone telling me to wait on the 'better school' and pressuring me to go there

[yelenapines]

"you should be more kind i've told you this a thousand times. also you didn't know this but your grandpa who died this summer discussed this with me and your mom multiple times. you are such a disappointment why do you spend all day in your room. why are you so slow with german homework. socialize more you lazy closed off idiot. i haven't said this out loud but by the way i think you're an asshole lmfao. ok i'm done listing everything that's wrong with you let's pretend everything is fine and i didn't just call you cruel and selfish in like 5 minutes. woop woop look at me i'm such a good dad aren't i a fucking angel i had a bad dad and i don't treat you like him so you should be grateful about that and also be careful when you talk with me cause i could get mad and overreact at anything you say for basically no reason lmfao. you ruined the night by the way you horrible child" - my dad, totally and positively fucking helping with my already intense self-hatred

#this all started because i was explaining how the grading system works in my school. which he should maybe know?? cause he's my dad?? but w #who cares lmao i'm a horrible cruel lazy disappointment that's beside the point! #the double standarts in this family are fucking wild man #i cannot wait to get away from here. anywhere i dont care if i have to be roomates with the most random people ever just away from this hou #worst thing is he thinks he's a fucking angel #oh BY THE WAY YOU GUYS I DONT KNOW HOW TO APOLOGIZE APPARENTLEY??? DOES THE DISAPPOINTMENT EVER STOP?? #dude lectured me about apologizing WEEKS after he got mad cause i wanted to leave a party at 11 pm after 6 hours in there #cut myself that night but yes of course how could i forget to apologize should have been my top priority even above having cried in the #backseat EVEN above waiting until everyone was asleep and grabbing my scissors at 1 am #thank fucking godddd he's an angel because he's better than HIS dad so that makes him the fucking savior of my life?? #“i love you teehee i love spending time with you daughter” maybe take a fucking chill pill and figure out your issues before telling lies #cause it is very obviously not THAT true #vent #yelenaposts

[kairismess]

was thinkinnnn~ kuroo, sugawara, makki(or iwa if you dk how to write makki), and osamu with a twitch streamer girlfriend 😉

his streamer girlfriend. (part 1)

🍥 author's note: this is kind of set during post high school, ig college timeline? just after high school and before the timeskip arc (ㆁωㆁ) !! and y'all live together ~~~

kuroo tetsurou.

"chibi-chaaaaan, you wearing my jersey again?"

your rooster headed boyfriend walked into your room, clad in nothing but those red shorts you got him last week. you immediately closed your camera, and the chat went wild. of course you were the highlight of your streams, your audience loved you–but they loved seeing your boyfriend more sometimes, especially when he was provoking and teasing you, such as now.

"ooh, what could they be doing rn?"

"SELL ME HIS JERSEY !!!"

"unfair. how could someone so handsome get someone so pretty as u wtf... !"

kuroo chuckled as he saw the flurry of messages by the corner of your screen, with you all flustered as you tried to muster an excuse as to why you were wearing his jersey from high school. "comfortable in it?" he asked you in a husky voice, pressing his hands against the arms of your computer chair, making you squeak out a noise of embarrassment, much to his (and your chat's) delight.

you turned off your camera, but you forgot to take care of your mic; so even if you didn't show your audience how cute you two looked while your boyfriend teased you, they could sure hear how adorable you two acted together–it made everyone jealous at how hot yet cute your dynamic together was.

he loved hearing you try to tell him in such futile little whimpers and mewls as he kissed your neck and caressed your waist that you were busy streaming, that you'd give his jersey back later–but he knew you'd soon forget when later will be. and besides, it'd be more fun to give your audience a show, right? you're liking this anyway, your facial expressions and body language are giving you away.

"mmm... fine, keep the jersey for a bit–but just remember, after this stream... you're all mine for tonight. the jersey looks amazing on you, but you're drop dead gorgeous when you've got nothing...– nevermind, we'll talk later, dearest. your chat's going crazy, better not let them wait, hmm?"

sugawara koushi.

"love! look at what my students drew for me!"

your eyes widened as sugawara knocked on your door and came in with a wide smile on his face. he didn't realize you were streaming today, he was just so excited to show you what his star students made for him to show their appreciation for him. sugawara always came off as quite motherly, he was always so down-to-earth and sweet–and your audience always loved it whenever sugamama, as they called him, came over and blessed the chat with his wonderful energy.

it was always wholesome whenever you two were on the stream, the chat would always go crazy whenever he'd act all sweet and tender to you.

"where to get gentlemen like these? 😭😭😭 i love sugamama so much !!"

"you two are just SO 💗💗💗"

"ARE YOU TWO GONNA GET MARRIED ONE DAY ...?"

sugawara's face got flushed when he saw that you were streaming right then and there, you didn't need to tell him you were streaming for him to get the point. he chuckled awkwardly and smiled, apologizing softly as you told him it was okay, he wasn't interrupting.

the chat loved seeing sugawara embarrassed, your chat was flooded with your fans losing it over him. you asked sugawara if you both could look at the drawings over the stream, and sugawara agreed. he showed the pictures his students drew for him (keeping the students' identities secret, of course) and you swore you could see his face brighten up a thousand times as he went on and on about his students.

your chat was not opposed to the idea of watching sugawara stream his lectures online, even if he was only training to be a teacher and only taught elementary students, they'd all flock to see content of you two together.

iwaizumi hajime.

"could you end the stream now and help keep the bed warm now, babe?"

your boyfriend was extremely impatient, he had spent the whole day out at the gym and was exhausted. he couldn't get a kiss from you when he came home because you were busy streaming, and he couldn't eat dinner with you tonight because, again, you were still streaming.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a pout, his olive green eyes bearing into the back of your head as you felt his need for your love and attention increase by a hundredfold. you told the chat you'd have to leave for a while to tend to your grumpy, overworked boy–but you didn't need to end the stream to give him your attention.

in a flash, iwaizumi picked you up, slung you over his shoulder–and much to your squeals and cries, he gently set you down on the bed and said in a gruff voice, "sleep. you've been at this for hours, and i've been needing you for the whole day. let them watch, just sleep with me, babe."

"DID YOU SEE THOSE BICEPS?"

"oh to be carried by a man like that... (◠‿◕)"

"i demand to be loved like this NOW 💥💥💥"

"and you'd better not be thinking of squirming out of my grasp." he grumbled as he wrapped his big, bulging arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. well... this was gonna be the longest stream you've ever had.

miya osamu.

"have ya eaten, sweetpea? you've been in front of the computer all day, hon."

you nearly jumped out of your computer chair when osamu came by, with a plateful of your favorite food for dinner. he understood that your job had quite hectic schedules, and he supports you wholeheartedly; though he does wish you won't forget to feed yourself and take a break every now and then.

you tried to whisper to him that you were currently streaming, but he didn't see that as a reason not to eat. "ah, what do i care if you have people watchin' ya right now? it ain't obscene ta eat, if anythin', y'all better tell m'sweet t'eat, set yer clocks to remind 'er ta eat, that way she will." osamu told your audience, with them all agreeing, making him smile down at you as you stared at him, embarrassed that he made your audience remind you to eat.

"you heard him, SET YOUR CLOCKS GUYS"

"DON'T THINK IT'S UNIMPORTANT TO EAT, EAT UP GIRLIE !!!"

"please don't forget to eat for our sake 😭😭😭"

"now, eat up hon." he tells you softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your head, making your audience go crazy over how affectionate and caring your boyfriend was for you.

#kuroo tetsurou #sugawara koushi #iwaizumi hajime #osamu miya #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #sugawara x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya imagines

[afictionaladventure16]

With build a home can we get like reader comes home from school upset and finds her mom isn’t home but then Pedro is home but she doesn’t wanna burden him but it ends in them having a movie night and falling asleep on the couch please

❤️

To Build A Home Pt. III (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/N: Looooove this request!! Hope you enjoy it!! Requests for To Build a Home are open! send them in!!

Summary: Your past comes back to haunt you. You go home in hopes to find comfort in your mother but you are met with Pedro who tries his best to be there for you in dark times marking the beginning of a movement within you.

Word Count: 3,014

Warnings: Mentions of stalking

Waiting for time to go by was excruciating. The second hand on the clock moved slower the longer you stared at it, it was as if it knew you were anxious to leave this place; anxious to join the outside world and it liked the anxiety it got from you. 

You let out a deep sigh as you shifted in your chair, you had zoned in and out of today's lecture about World War II. Your history teachers had a voice that could easily be drowned out by any noise. He had no enthusiasm for any subject he taught and it showed.  

You directed your attention to your best friend who sat next to you, they had been doodling in their notepad for the past twenty minutes. You knew if your teacher had called on either one of you right now you’d be doomed. 

The sound of the bell ringing startled you, and you jumped in your seat. Your best friend caught sight of it and giggled, “Jesus,” you muttered under your breath as you packed up your backpack. 

“We still good for tomorrow?” They ask. You both walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. 

“I don’t know, my mom is still pretty pissed at me from the other day,” you commented. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” they muttered. “How is all that going anyway?” 

You shrugged, since the day Pedro took you to the aquarium a week ago, you had only seen him twice. He came over once to take your mother out on a date and for drinks after and he came over another time to cook dinner for your mother. Even though, he said he was making dinner for both you and your mother, you had found a way out of it. Luckily, you already had plans that night to go study with a group from class. You could tell he was trying to keep his distance, trying to respect the boundaries you have silently made. You respected that. You just weren’t sure how you felt about him still. 

Your mother, on the other hand, was angry with you. Angry that you were not being so easy on him and you were angry with her. Hoping she’d be more understanding with the situation. After everything the two of you had been through, you had hoped that she would be the most understanding out of everyone.  

“He’s okay,” you finally commented. 

“Just okay?” 

“I mean, what am I supposed to compare him to?” You sighed, “I don’t know him well enough to say he’s better than my dad or that he’s the best boyfriend my mother has ever had. So, he’s okay.” Okay was going to have be enough. For now. You were scared to say that he was great when in fact he wasn’t. Or to say that he was the worst person ever when he was a sweetheart deep down inside. His being an actor wasn’t adding to the equation. Every site you looked at, trying to find some type of dirt on the man always had something amazing to say. There was no way he was just Pedro. There had to be something. 

They gave you a nod, “I think any man would be better than your dad.” 

You shrugged, “I doubt that.” 

You had reached the front entrance of the school building, where parents picked up their kids and where some waited for the school bus. Your best friend scanned the cars, smiling as they spotted their dad waving at them, you couldn’t help but feel envious of her. They had an amazing dad that was always there for them, one that really cared for them and protected them. You looked around, hoping that you could spot a familiar face. Yes, you had a loving mother who was always there for you, but you were repeatedly missing something. 

“Let me know about tomorrow, yeah?” They said as they began walking away. You gave them a nod before waving them off. Watching as they hugged their dad inside the car, what you’d give to have something like that. 

You began your walk home. It was only a twenty-minute walk and you enjoyed being able to listen to music on your walk home. Just because you listened to music on your walk home didn’t mean you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings though. You were aware of the things that were happening around you, the cars that passed by, the people you saw, and where exactly you were walking. 

Meaning, that you noticed one car pass by you three times already within your walk. Immediately, you took note of the color of the car and model, hoping that maybe it was just a coincidence that you saw the exact same car three times, but it was hard to miss the big dent on the rear bumper. You doubted that there were three cars that were the exact same color, same model, with the same dent on the rear bumper that passed you all within five minutes of your twenty-minute walk. 

Feeling your heart beginning to race, you picked up the pace. You glanced behind you to see the car had pulled over, you could see that there was only one person in the car. The car inched closer, giving you a better look at who was driving. 

Your eyes widened when you realized who it was. Your father. He knew that you realized who he was, he put the car in park and got out of the car. 

“Y/N, sweetie,” he smiled. 

Don’t stop, you thought to yourself. You could hear him grunt as you continued walking down the sidewalk. Hearing the sound of the car door slamming caused you to jump slightly, you could hear the engine roaring to catch up. He slowly drove next to you, rolling down the window. 

“Sweetie, please,” he began, “how about we go for a drive and talk? Just like we used to.”  

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” you hissed as you kept your eyes forward, continuing with your walk. 

“Look, sweetie, the restraining order is just a piece of paper, it’s not going to keep me away from seeing my daughter. Just get in the car.” 

Your house was only a few blocks away, you could run it, but running it would risk him knowing where you lived. You needed a plan and you needed one fast. There were only a few options, run back to the school and seek help there; which was the most logical and sane option. Or you run and try to lose him. 

Running back to the school did have its risks with it now being further away than your house. 

“I miss you, sweetie,” He called out. “I need to see you and I can’t just let some piece of paper get in the way of that! Look, I’m sorry for everything that has happened but I’ve changed!” 

It was always the same exact thing. The same exact words that lost meaning years ago, but they still brought you anger. 

“Go away!” You yelled before sprinting down an alley. It probably wasn’t the best choice, but you knew this alley led to a small walkway towards your street and you knew this was probably your best bet in losing your father. Once you saw the street ahead of you, you stopped to make sure you couldn’t see his car before darting across the street to your house. 

Swiftly, you pulled your backpack off your shoulders before fumbling inside the pockets looking for your house keys. From the distance, you could hear a low rumble of the engine making its way down the street. “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself. Heart racing as you swore to yourself that you left your keys in the small front pocket of your backpack that was full of pencils, erasers, and random pieces of paper. You could hear the small jingle of the keys being pushed around, letting out a sigh as you felt them against your fingers. Pulling them out of your backpack and unlocking the door as quickly as you could, you made it inside just before your father's car made it past your house. 

Locking the door behind you, you ran into the living room, “Mom?!” you yelled in a panic. “Please be home,” you mumbled as tears began to fill your eyes, you ran up the stairs, “Mom!?” 

~~ 

Down the hall, in your mother's room, Pedro heard the door slam shut. For a second, he thought that maybe Yesenia's meeting had been canceled, which would’ve ruined his surprise for her. He let out a deep sigh, thinking that he could come up with some excuse as to what he was doing, maybe find something for her to do downstairs for the next hour. He got up from his position next to the pile of pieces of wood on the floor and made his way towards the door. 

“Mom!?” He heard a voice yell throughout the house, his hand stopped just before he grabbed the doorknob. Thankful that it wasn’t Yesenia, but now he was filled with anxiety. Does he go out there and greet you or stay inside the room? Staying inside the room would probably be the worst thing to do, but he knew you didn’t like him all that much and he wanted to give you the space you needed. Pedro shook his head, he needed to at least let you know that he was in the house. He let out a deep sigh before turning the knob and opening the door. 

“Mom?!” Pedro's heart began to race, something was wrong. He could hear the panic in your voice, and he quickly stepped out of the room. He could see you making your way up the stairs. 

“Hey, Y/n!” He said in a soft tone, you jumped a little as you got to the top of the stairs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Is my mom here?” you asked anxiously as your eyes darted around the house. 

Pedro took in how wide your eyes were and how pitched your voice sounded. “N-no, she had an emergency meeting at work, she won’t be back for a while.” You took in a deep breath as your hands shook, reaching for your phone in your back pocket. “If you’re trying to call her, it won’t help that she left her phone here.” 

“Fuck,” you muttered. You lifted your hands up to your head, taking in deep breaths to control your breathing. Pedro noticed your knuckles go white from gripping your phone, the way you appeared to struggle to catch your breath. He knew what was happening all too well. 

“Y/N?” He softly said as he took a step closer to you. You took a step back.

“I-I,” you took in another deep breath, and you began to fumble with your hands. 

Pedro took a few more steps until you were directly in front of him, taking hold of your hands, “breathe with me,” he instructed. Taking in a deep breath and holding it, you followed. “And out,” he let out his deep breath, he led you in taking a few more deep breaths before helping you down the stairs and into the living room. 

You took a seat on the couch, panic still trying to make its way in. Pedro took a seat next to you, he noticed your eyes darting around, “hey, hey,” he tried to catch your attention. “Deep breath,” he coached you through another deep breath. 

Everything you had thought about Pedro went out the window. Yes, you thought there had to be something wrong with the man, something that no one knows about. A dark history of some kind, but when he knew exactly what to do without asking, at that very moment, you thought maybe there wasn’t. 

Hesitantly, Pedro pulled you into an embrace, holding you just enough for you to stop trembling. He didn’t ask if you wanted to talk or if you were okay, and for you, it was what you needed. You allowed yourself to be okay in his presence, to feel safe. Slowly you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

Pedro wanted to jump up and down with joy but he remained calm, gently rubbing circles on your back until you had fully calmed down. The two of you remained in silence for about fifteen minutes, you felt your heart slowly regain its normal pace and your breathing began to normalize. 

“You ready to talk?” Pedro asked softly. 

You let go of the embrace, tears brimming your eyes once again. “I saw him today.” 

Pedro didn’t have to ask who you saw, he just knew by the way fear took over your eyes earlier. He knew it was a touchy subject, a subject that he didn’t know you would talk to him about. 

“H-he was at my school waiting for me,” A tear made its way down your cheek. 

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Pedro suggested. 

“Please don’t let him get me,” you pleaded as you looked over at Pedro. “Please.” 

Pedro’s heart broke into pieces, the terror that man had put in you, if it were up to Pedro that man would never see the light of day. Pedro placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, “I won’t.” He let out a sigh, “how close did he get?” Pedro asked. He knew the terms of the restraining order that was held against your father, knowing that if he got within 40 feet he could go to jail. 

You shrugged, “it was close,” you sniffled. 

Pedro sighed, he knew that what you needed to do right now was calm down. He wanted to call the police right away and get the man arrested, but he knew that that was probably not the best way for Yesenia to come home. Once Yesenia came home, he’d speak to her and they’d call the police, but for now, he had other things that needed his attention. 

 “how about we watch a movie?” He grabbed the remote from the coffee table. 

“Why are you so nice to me?” you finally said. You weren’t expecting Pedro to just stop everything and be there for you. If anything, you expected him to go back to whatever it was he was doing, leaving you alone to panic. If it were any other person, they probably would’ve done just that. 

Pedro looked at you puzzled, “I-I–” 

“I don’t get it,” you began, “You come in here and you act like you truly love my mother and I treat you so horribly. I do everything I can to get you to run for the hills but you’re still here. You even dealt with our mess and you’re still here.” You got up from the couch, “So why are you still here? Why do you put up with it?  

He placed the remote back down, “If I’m being honest… I don’t know. I have this immense love for your mother and I… I just can’t explain it. I’d like to be there for you if you’ll allow me to. I know I can never replace your father nor will I ever be like a father to you because you may not allow it, but I would like to be a part of you and your mother's life in one way or another.” 

You shook your head, “I don’t understand.” 

“You don't have to,” he got up from his spot on the couch. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, “this is new to me.” 

“It’s new to me too.” 

“It’s gonna be hard for me.” He nods, “I can’t promise anything.” 

“I’m not asking you to,” he said softly. 

“Alright.” You wanted to believe that you weren’t doing this for him, you were doing it for your mother. Seeing how much joy he brought her made you happy and that should be enough, right? Right. Yet, it was hard for it to just be enough. It was hard to let someone in after years of trauma, but if your mother could do it… then maybe so could you. 

“Movie?” He asked again as he sat back down on the couch. 

You gave him a nod, taking the spot next to him. “I hear Paddington 2 is a good movie,” you commented. 

Pedro couldn’t help but chuckle, “But we have to start with the first Paddington.” 

~~ 

Hours later, Yesenia walked into the house. Exhausted from the long meeting and anxious to see how many missed calls she had on her phone. She made her way to the living room, spotting Pedro a smile formed on her lips, “surprised to see you her-” she stopped mid-sentence as Pedro immediately shushed her. She walked around the couch, her eyes beaming as she saw her daughter laying her head on Pedro’s lap. 

“She fell asleep halfway through Paddington 2, that was like two hours ago. I haven’t had the heart to wake her,” Pedro whispered. He gently combed your hair with his hands. 

Yesenia sat on the coffee table in front of them, “want me to wake her?” 

Pedro shook his head, “She’s had a bad day, let her rest.” He then looked up at Yesenia, “Her father was waiting for her at her school, I was waiting for you to come home so we could handle it.” 

Yesenia’s heart dropped, this was one of her worst fears. “I’m sorry you have to deal with our drama, Pedro. I understand if-” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he immediately responded. “I don’t want to break up, I don’t see that happening anytime in the future.” He sighed, “I can help.” 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” 

“I’m offering,” he looked down at you before looking back up at Yesenia, “let me help.” 

As much as Yesenia wanted to decline his offer, she knew she couldn’t do this alone again. She didn’t have it in her anymore, she needed the help. “Alright.”

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[writingforevermore]

she's a man-eater part 2

you've had the worst morning possible, forgot your keys in your house and had to climb through the window, car had an empty tank, bought coffee just to drop it, lost your lesson plans, had a parent scream at you because you mentioned how her kid was late three weeks in a row, stepped on gum, had a kid pee himself, forgot your lunch, your hair went flat, earring fell out during class and disappeared, all within four hours and you still have another four hours of you day to get through.

you storm through the break room, straight to the vending machine, you fumble with your cash. "damn kid, you look like you've been hit by a bus." Melissa laughs.

you whip around, glaring at her. "I am not going to deal with you after the morning I've had, so if you would kindly shut up and leave me alone, I'd appreciate it." you spit out, Melissa tenses up.

"who do ya' think you are comin' in here and talking to me like that?" Melissa stands up, stomping over to you. "just because you've had a bad morning doesn't mean you get to disrespect me, ya got it?" her Philly accent coating her words.

you scoff. "you disrespect me everyday and I always take it, now you wanna get offended when I finally stand my ground? you're so full of yourself, thinking you're all that because you act like you have a stick up your ass" her eyes go wide, as does Jacobs. everyones eyes are on you.

"I knew I had a reason not to like you, at first it was just cause you were new, then I couldn't find another reason to hate you and just when I was thinking about being nice to you, I found my reason, so thank you for clarifying how you truly act. now go before I have to get my bat." she says, just inches away from your face.

you step even closer, maintaining eye contact. "you don't scare me."

the bell rings, interrupting your argument with the red head.

"this ain't over." Melissa storms off. Barbara gets up, shaking her head in disapproval before following her. You deflate. What have you caused?

-

The rest of the day was hell, Melissa took her anger out on the entire school. Every time she saw you, she would clench her fists and storm off in the other direction.

"Miss y/l/n and Miss Schemmenti, get to my office, now!" Ava screams through the intercom, slightly hurting your ears. you walk down to Ava's office, sitting down in the chair next to Melissa, she scoots her chair over, trying to be as far away from you as possible.

"why am I here?" Melissa grumbles.

"because you're acting like you're going to burn the school down, also because of your argument in the teachers lounge. you both need to get over what ever it is between you two because at the end of the day, you're here to work and to respect each other. you don't have to like each other, we all know I don't like Janine, but we all need to get along. when you're on your rampage Melissa, it affects everyone, especially the students and y/n you are never like this. both of you know better"

being lectured by Ava, of all people, made you embarrassed. When she dismissed both of you, Melissa practically runs out of the room. You're quick to jump up and follow her.

"Melissa, wait." You call out, she continues her strides. "Melissa, please just let me apologize." She stops, turning into the bathroom.

"Are you seriously going to follow me into the bathroom?" She asks as you both enter.

"Yes, just let me talk." Once the door closes, she pins you between her body and the door.

Your breathes are mingled from the closeness. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm tired of you pushing my buttons until shit like this happens. You're so insufferable!" Just as you're about to respond, her lips interupt you. She presses into the kiss, her mind goes fuzzy as you kiss her back. The taste of cherry chapstick is the only thing you can think about. She pulls back, just enough to make eye contact.

"You're so confusing" You whisper, she smirks.

She leans in slightly. "You kissed me back."

you shake your head. "No matter how much you hate me, I can't seem to hate you." She scoffs.

"I don't hate you, I'm just... attracted to you" She kisses you again, passion lacing the kiss even more.

You pull away. "You have a weird way of showing it."

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n/a: this two part series is probably my most hated one, I had such a great start for this series and lost motivation for it after I released the first part, I am so so sorry for those who were excited about it, maybe it I have a good idea for another part, ill write it but as of right now, I'm ending it. don't worry though, I will have a lot more fics with Melissa and they will be 100% thought out. thank you for reading!

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[writingpei]

han | 한지성: brother's best friend

tw: graphic descriptions of panic attacks, drinking, men being gross, claustrophobia

there was this very famous club in your city. almost everyone you knew had a story to tell about it, a remarkable experience, a fragment of youth.

well, everyone but you.

you had never stepped on the club, much to your dismay. now, freshly 19, you think this is your chance to go and create your own stories, have fun amid sweaty bodies and deafening music. that's why when one of your friends invites you to go with her, you don't hesitate to say yes, feeling the enthusiasm burning through your body.

that's until…

"what? why do you want to know about that place?" your older brother asks you skeptically, one eyebrow arching.

chan was only two years older than you and had already inhabited the four corners of the city, traveling at night from neighborhood to neighborhood, street to street.

"um, just curiosity" you make the excuse quickly, trying to get off target. "it's just that everyone talks about this place, i wanted to know what it's like"

"believe me" he turns to you, crossing his arms and assuming the big brother voice ready to lecture you. "you don't want to know. this place is pure bullshit. all the legends are illusions of people out of their minds, this place is a shithole"

"you've been there, haven't you?"

"yes and i regret it" he says. "and you better not go there either" and you knew you were screwed. he definitely, definitely couldn't have known your plans for that very night.

"ok, not like i'm going to go..." you say walking into the kitchen, trying not to incriminate yourself.

when you reach the door, you feel your body bumping against something hard, and you almost fall backwards if it weren't for an arm hooking around your back and pulling you to regain balance once again.

"oopsie" you heard that voice you already knew so well.

jisung and chan were friends since middle school and you got used to watching him grow up on your couch, at your dinner table and in your brother's room. you never really liked him, he was always riding the waves of sarcasm, a wittiness that oozed out of his mouth whenever he spoke, as if he liked to pick on you. there are certain moments that you remember.

on jisung's 15th birthday, chan asked for your help making a cake for him and you didn't mind helping, opting to bake a strawberry shortcake. surprisingly, you put a lot of effort into making it look nice, cutting the strawberry pieces into equal sizes and re-making the whipped cream 3 times until it was just perfect. what you were not expecting was that, on the day of his birthday as he arrived at your house, a small smirk appeared on his lips as soon as he saw the cake, and he just whispered softly so chan wouldn't hear "i hate strawberries". you don't know why you got so angry, but you ran to your room and stayed there until he left. chan comes to your room at dusk with a big smile on his face, and when he says "he ate the whole cake when he found out we made it, i almost couldn't get a taste of it" you get extremely confused.

another time was when you were 16. prom was lurking and people were already getting partners for the long awaited night. one of the school jocks showing up with a bouquet of flowers in front of you and asking you to be his partner wasn't exactly on your prediction list, but you were over the moon either way, so you playing with your bouquet as you walked home after school daydreaming about what you were going to wear. it was common for jisung to wait on the steps of your house when he arrived before chan did, which in your point of view was a strange attitude, but not unexpected, and precisely because of that you weren't surprised to see him there listening to music in a headphone. normally you'd ignore him, but it's freezing and the way he hugs his legs, he feels it too.

you invite him in without much exchange of words and his gaze is quickly captured by the bouquet in your arms, and he is not shy about asking you directly “who gave you those?”. you get red in the cheeks and say the boy's name, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. what confuses you is when jisung makes a disgusted face and just says “he's a douchebag, don't go to the prom with him" before going up to chan's room to wait for him there. you decide to let it go and pretend he didn't say anything to you to begin with continuing to stare at the beautiful bouquet in awe. your happiness lasts until jock comes to you the next day with a very different attitude than he had the day before, wasting no time in telling you that it was a prank and he wasn't going to take you to the prom under any circumstances.

han jisung was a strange fella, and in your years of knowing him - not by choice - you knew better not to dive way to deep into the meaning of his actions.

“you need to watch out” jisung says, still holding your waist. you take a deep breath and push him away, creating distance between the two of you, and that's when you notice he's eating his favorite cereal from his favorite bowl, emblazoned with little koalas.

“this is my house!” you exclaim.

“congratulations…?” he retorts by sending you a frown.

“why are you never in your own house?” you ask. “and why are you eating my cereal?!”

“why would i stay at my own house when yours is just…” he walks over to your brother, plopping down on the couch. “beautiful, stunning, amazing-”

“in my favorite bowl…” you sulk, seeing your precious bowl in the hands of a careless person like him.

“y/n, you said you're staying out for the night, didn't you?” chan suddenly asks and you feel your spine run cold.

“yeah… i'm going to sleep over at a friend's house” you try your best to lie as convincingly as possible. “i'll be back by morning”

“want me to take you there?” he asks, but you get even more nervous. you had agreed to meet at the club and then go to her house.

"no!" you exclaim, waving your hands in front of you. “ha ha, no need, chan. i know you guys will focus on your games, it's ok"

"are you sure?" chan asks, reaching for the video game controller.

you nod vigorously. “yes, yes, don't worry” and smiles too big, in feign naturalness.

behind chan, on the couch, jisung eyes you suspiciously, with a glazed look, as if he already knew exactly what you were up to. but he soon puts down the cereal and picks up a controller too, nudging chan with his shoulders and blurting out the “i want to be luigi”

“i'll be mario then” chan replies, and you take the cue to fly to your room and start getting ready.

the night arrives stealthily, with the sky being heard every second in an immense silence. you were never a person who challenged the authority of others and contradicted them just for the thrill of being rebellious, but curiosity and excitement took over all your senses, and with each step you took against the concrete of the street, more lively you stayed. you had dressed up a lot for the night out, running out the door as quickly as possible so chan wouldn't see you and not be surprised by your clothes and the makeup you'd done just to go “sleep at a friend's house”.

when you found her waiting at the entrance, she gave you a huge smile and ran towards you, also excited for what was to come.

“you look amazing!” she said, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a huge smile. “let’s not waste anymore time, tonight is going to be awesome!” before you could answer you were already being yanked towards the door. you took your last breath of fresh night air when you saw the front door swing open, a burning neon red light pouring through the crack.

in a second, you were in.

the music was deafening, you could feel it in your bones. bodies were a sea, and it felt like you never knew what personal space was. a heat from the bodies around you rose so fast the breath was knocked out of you. so many people having fun, the loud laughter and euphoric screams echoed through his mind, and the hope of the unforgettable night grew more and more inside your chest.

when you found the dance floor, your friend grabbed your hands and pulled you to dance until your feet started to hurt. a glass appeared in your hand, then another, and another, and then another.

“how about we sit down?” you yell for her to be able to hear just as your vision starts to blur into an endless jumble of colors.

“you can sit down, there's a guy who's been looking at me for hours, i'm going to go talk to him” your friend replies excitedly and soon disappears into the crowd.

once she disappears, some of the magic around it disappears as well. without the sight of a familiar face, the people around seem too close, the colors too bright, and the heat unbearable. you have to sit down, but at the moment you are right in the middle of a sea of ​​people moving like the waves, in an eternal and slow swing.

when you step out of the center and finally lean against a wall, you realize you're sweating. you try to take a deep breath and feel the fresh air you breathed outside to pass through your nose, but you can't. you feel a presence uncomfortably close to your side, and when you look in that direction, you see a tall, strange man smiling at you.

“hey you pretty thing, are you here all by yourself?” he approaches your ear, and you instinctively recoil.

“no, i’m here with a friend” you answer quickly, trying to get away from him.

"well, i don't see anyone here" he approaches once more, and in a wave of panic you run into the crowd, pushing your way through people as much as you can.

you only stop when you see the stairs leading upstairs, and see that the part underneath is completely empty and secluded. you go under the stairs and you can't believe the feeling of your body not touching anyone. the club has lost all its charm. the sounds merged into one, which hammers your head from side to side knocking the air out of your lungs and making your head throb.

your hands shake as you reach into your purse for your cell phone. your breath is out of control like your fingers when you scroll through your contact list looking for your friend, and when you find her, you don't hesitate to call her.

the phone rings once, twice, three times, and relief shoots down your spine when she picks up. “hey, i’m busy right now, wait for me downstairs”, however, is the only thing she says before hanging up in your face.

you can't believe it. tears pool like rivers in your eyes, and if you were shaking before, it's a lot worse now. this couldn't be happening, it had to be a prank. you were completely alone.

when your eyes hit the contact list one more time, you surrender. you had already lied, now all that was left was for you to try to correct your mistake once and for all. you endlessly search for chan's contact, hoping to heaven he comes to get you.

the phone keeps ringing for what seems like hours and you lose more and more hope that he will answer you. “hello” a soft voice answers you after several rings, and you grip the phone so hard your knuckles turn white.

“jisung?” you ask confused and check to see if you didn't call the wrong person.

“chan fell asleep hours ago, i ended up answering for him. what is that loud music?” but you just sit silently contemplating the weight of truth that will fall on your shoulders. “you went there, didn't you?” he asks quietly, as if he's being forced to deal with a reality he definitely doesn't want.

“i'm sorry” is all you manage to say before the tears flow freely down your face and sobs shyly escape your lips.

“hey, what happened?” his tone changed. the awkwardness of being talking to jisung in such a situation and his tone sounding oddly concerned doesn't take up significant space in her mind at the moment, the loud music clouding all her senses and thoughts instead.

“i came with a friend…” you start to say between sobs. “but she disappeared and left me alone. i'm all alone, jisung” you say, running your hand over your face to wipe away the tears. “and the music is too loud, there are too many people, i am totally lost“

“i’m going to pick you up” he says, and you can hear keys rattling on the other end of the line. the strangeness of his attitude hits you almost like a tickle. you never imagined that jisung, out of everyone, would be the one to come to your rescue. “but i need you to do something for me” he says suddenly after a few seconds of silence between them where all you can hear are his hurried footsteps.

"what?" you whisper, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

“stay with me on the phone until i get there. you're not alone, i'm here with you” he replies calmly, voice sweet and smooth as velvet. you nod even though you know he wouldn't be able to see, and you don't dare move the phone even a millimeter away from your ear. “now, do you think you can leave the club and wait for me at the entrance? it's going to be complicated, you'll have to go through everyone again, but you need me to catch you as soon as possible. you can do it, i know you can. i'm here with you"

the idea of ​​going back among everyone, in the center of the mess, the heat burning your skin once again makes your breathing, which had calmed down listening to jisung's voice oh so calm, become irregular again.

“i, uh, i can try…” you manage to blurt out and start to get out from under the climb slowly and carefully.

“i trust you, everything is going to be fine” he says, and you hear him start the car. “i’m already coming for you”

“thank you, jisung” you say timidly, but when you face the crowd, your feet stop as if they're frozen. “jisung, i don't know…” you take a deep breath looking around, looking for any other escape alternative, but you knew that was the only way.

"what is it? talk to me” he says patiently.

“can you keep talking to me until i cross to the other side? i don't think i can do it alone” you ask, hands shaking.

“of course” he answers, and doesn't waste another second for his voice to ring in his ear again. “i’ll tell you a story then”

you take a deep breath and try to put your full attention on the boy on the other end of the line, and then you take your first step into the crowd.

“do you remember when you were 16 and that guy asked you to the prom? then he dropped out a day later?” you frown, confused about what he could possibly tell you about this story. he had nothing to do with it anyway. “he was on the school team, but me and your brother were too. when you arrived with that bouquet and said that he, that guy, had asked you to the prom that was in my head all day. i knew him and i knew he was a jerk, that's why i said he was a douchebag and you should have said no. the next day i overheard him saying it was just a prank and he wasn't going to take you to the prom at all. i was so pissed off that i made him tell you it was a lie straight away, he was terrified because i was older than him i think, but at least he told you before it was too late”

a strange feeling bubbled up inside your chest. you noticed that the previously seemingly endless distance to the entrance had shrunk considerably, and now you could already see the fluorescent green 'exit' sign glowing above the door. “did you do all this to help me? you asked, genuinely surprised. "i didn't know you cared about me at all"

he laughs across the line lightly.

“care about you at all?” he repeats in a humorous tone. “i did that because i had the fattest crush on you, y/n” you stop right in front of the front door. everything behind you that used to scare you has dissipated in your head, and you think you've finally lost your mind and are hearing things.

“what?” it's the only thing that escapes your lips.

“did you manage to get out yet?” he changes the subject, but your mind won't let go of the words that flew from his mouth to his ears.

“what did you say, jisung?” you insist.

“i'm almost there” you take a deep breath and push the door to leave.

you can hardly believe it when the cool night air hits your skin and you can breathe out of the hot, sickening air inside the club, but your head is now floating on something different.

when you step outside the club, you see jisung's car parked in front as a kind of savior. as soon as he sees you, he jumps out of the car and comes running towards you, hair tousled and eyes puffy from sleep. it was the middle of the night, after all.

“are you ok?” he asks with slightly wide eyes, taking you by the shoulders with an extremely gentle touch.

“um, i think i am…” you start to say, but soon realize you can't take your eyes off his. you weren't used to being close to him like this, but contrary to what you expected, you didn't feel any revulsion. only his words took full hold of her senses. “did you have a crush on me?” you ask, and now he had no way to get away, standing in front of you.

his eyes widen further, and his mouth opens and closes a few times before he actually responds.

“yes, i- uh, had…” he says, his hands dropping from your shoulders and sliding to your forearms and pulling you closer slightly, eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress or injury. “you didn't take anything someone gave you, did you? didn't drink anything from someone else's cup?” you shake your head several times, not wanting to even think about what might have happened if you had. “thank god” he takes a deep breath before calmly pulling you into a tight hug, and the strangeness of the touch doesn't make you want to run away from him, quite the opposite. “you shouldn't have gone, he told you, this place is a shithole”

“i know” you are overcome with a feeling of guilt, and tears come back to your eyes when you think about how chan will react when he finds out what you did. “do you think he will be very angry?”

“oh, yeah, absolutely” he replies and you feel his chest shake slightly as a giggle escapes your sides. “but now it's okay, you're with me and i'm not angry. let's go home"

he pulls away from you and the lack of his touch on your skin just gives you a sense of loss, and when he starts walking to his car you just follow him.

the journey home is silent, and you begin to understand certain things. the strange behavior he always had with you, being at arm's reach all the time but at the same time, distant, never getting close.

“is that why you had that strawberry cake that time, on your birthday?” you ask out of the blue, taking your eyes off the window and looking at him from the corner of your eye as if if you looked at him all the way, you wouldn't have the courage to say what you wanted.

"oh, what do you mean?" he asks, but he knew well what you were talking about.

“because of your crush on me” you say softly.

“oh” he is silent for a while, only his breath reaches his ears. “yeah. it was because of that. i fucking hate strawberries” you chuckle but become infatuated with him, a conversation you never expected to have.

“is that why you came to get me?”

“what?” he asks, looking shocked. “i don't need a reason to help you. you were crying on the phone, i would never leave you alone in a situation like that”

“i know, i know” you say. “i wanted to know if… if that wasn’t left in the past, that’s all”

he looks at you with a confused look.

“why is that?” it's his turn to speak softly, looking at you carefully.

“i don’t know, i just…” you stop at a red light, and it seems that the fear has completely dissipated inside and you look him in the eye. “contrary to what i would have expected, i wouldn't hate the idea. you know, of you liking me”

he stands there looking you in the eyes too, mouth agape, head elsewhere.

“do you want me to say it then?” he whispers, eyes burning into yours. “do you want me to tell you that i liked you from the moment i met you?”

air is drawn from within you, a warm feeling warms your whole body. now it's you who has no answer.

“i do” is all you say.

he freezes, staring back and forth between his eyes and his lips, but when the green light flashes on the traffic light, the connection unfortunately breaks.

“your brother is going to kill me” he chuckles, eliciting a smile from you.

“well, as you saw today, i'm not very prone to follow things he says” you joke.

when the car pulls up in front of your house, the familiarity gives you an inexplicable sense of security. you and jisung walk side by side, arms touching lightly, but every touch makes the butterflies in your stomach dance. as soon as you enter the house, you turn to him suddenly, making him stop walking so he doesn't fall on top of you.

“thanks so much for helping me jisung” you say sincerely. he cannot imagine what would have happened if you had been there until now.

your hands tentatively move up to his rosy cheeks, and you pull him close enough to plant a peck on the tip of his nose.

“but i need to ask you one more favor” you say when you walk away, but your hands are still holding. his eyes shine like they have little stars in them, a constellation.

“tell me” he says softly. your house is silent, almost no light illuminates it. silence, whispers, and closeness only bring more intimacy.

“i want you to tell me everything tomorrow morning” you say, hands leaving his cheeks and going snakelike, tangling in his brown hair. “i want you to tell me everything, will you?”

after a few seconds of silence, feeling his warm breath against her face, he opens a smile, teeth showing.

“of course” he laughs. "tomorrow i'll tell you everything"

skz as romantic tropes masterlist

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[second-star-to-motunui]

I love your Yuu is Autistic series! I was hoping if you can do one with the NRC staff please?

Yuu is Autistic! Pt 4

✨Feat. NRC Faculty; Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas and Sam✨

They/Them pronouns for reader. Reader is referred to as Yuu.

Let’s be honest, he doesn’t care.

Half this campus is autistic, that’s not his problem. Plus, if he’s not doing anything about the traumatized kids Overblotting he’s definitely not doing anything about this. Anytime Yuu brings up something related to their autism like needing fidget toys or struggling with school, Crowley just skirts around the subject and blah blah blahs about how he’s still very busy trying to find them a way home. How selfish to ask for more of him when he’s doing his best!

And then he gets a smack on the head and a very stern scolding from Crewel to do better. So now Crowley will, begrudgingly, try to be more accommodating for Yuu and other autistic students by doing the bare minimum. How minimum? Wearing a rainbow infinity button and letting the public know he cares about his “mentally challenged” students. How kind of him.

One day he got guilted by Crewel into taking Yuu shopping for clothes. He happened to notice a big, fluffy stuffed yellow teddy bear in a store. Yuu likes soft things right? Something about good sensory? Eh, why not. He bought it for Yuu and the way they squealed and rubbed their face into the soft fuzz was actually rather cute… What a nice thing he did! How humble and kind he is!

“Prefect! I have purchased you an abundance of trinkets for your mental stimulation. Am I not the kindest for tending to your needs? … No I did not buy it because of Professor Crewel! And I would appreciate if you didn’t complain to him about me when you don’t get your way! … HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE DIVOR—“

Crewel catches on pretty quick. Yuu flinches and covers their ears whenever he cracks his whip and when they’re frustrated they suck their thumb or their fingers twitch. Sometimes he witnesses the more destructive behaviors like lip biting or scratching.

He knows some of their stress comes from a certain birdbrain neglecting them so Crewel takes matters into his own hands. Yuu doesn’t like how their uniform feels? No problem, he will personally tailor a uniform that they’re comfortable in. Oh and no more twitchy fingers. He gives them little toys they can stim quietly with, like clay or a squishy ball. If he needs to get the attention of bad pups in class with his whip, Crewel gives Yuu a warning so they can cover their ears and not be startled.

On days Yuu comes to class looking like they’re in a bad mood or on the verge of tears, Crewel makes quick work getting the rest of the class started on the lesson for the day then sits with Yuu to make sure they’re alright before helping them get started too.

Not everyone knows this, but whenever Yuu is having a panic attack around him, Crewel will take them somewhere quiet, wrap them in his coat and give them a tight hug to help them calm down. If Yuu isn’t into hugs, he’ll just hold their hands. Crowley failed to be a good guardian for this child that has nobody to depend on. Crewel cares about his pup and he’ll always be there for them.

“Sorry for the wait, pup. Are you alright? … Ok, no tears. Here, play with this. Take a breather and we’ll get started once you calm down. And don’t worry, I’ll have a word with headmage about shrugging his responsibilities off on you… Would you like to come by and play with the dogs after school? It’s been a while since they’ve seen you.”

He had a feeling there was something… wrong with Yuu but didn’t understand what. There are times Trein sees Yuu drawing in their notebook instead of paying attention yet when he calls them out they immediately repeat what he said in his lecture almost word for word. Their bad posture is distracting too, it feels like no matter how many times he tells them to straighten up they just can’t remember it.

It’s not until Trein asks Crewel what’s going on with Yuu, since he really is the closest thing to their legal guardian at this point, that he understands they have a neurological disorder. That’s why their memory is so strange. Trein may be old, but he’s willing to learn how to support Yuu. He managed to raise his daughters mostly on his own after all. Crewel does show him some of Cater’s Autism Awareness posts just in case.

Trein doesn’t like when Yuu gets loud with their stimming because it can be disruptive. So, if they get too loud, he’ll just casually put Lucius in their lap and continue with class like it’s nothing. Yuu gets a soft, cuddly friend to help them focus and Lucius gets free pets! It’s a win for everyone! Except Idia, he wants to pet the kitty too but Trein said he’s too dirty.

Honestly, with what Trein knows now he’s starting to notice more autistic tendencies in his other students too cough ace & deuce cough.

“Child, please try and quiet down a little. Are you overstimulated? Here, you and Lucius sit outside for a minute and come back in once you’ve calmed down, alright? Do me a favor and give his tail a brush while you’re at it. Silence, all of you, pay no mind to them, eyes on me!”

As far as Vargas is concerned, there’s nothing physically wrong with Yuu so there’s no reason for them to be struggling with Physical Ed.

He tends to single Yuu out a lot. Yelling at them for putting headphones on during class, scolding them for their bluntness, it’s a huge mess. Until one day where Vargas lost his patience and literally snatched Yuu’s headphones off their ears to blow his whistle and scold them. Yuu screamed out loud, covered their ears and dropped on the ground crying. Ace almost started a fight with Vargas over it but luckily Deuce broke it up and explained the situation while Trey comforted Yuu.

It’s not music they’re listening to? The headphones are meant to muffle loud noises because they have sensitive ears? Seeing how distressed Yuu is, crying while Trey is hugging them tightly, Vargas starts to feel terrible. He feels even worse once Crewel gives him more details. He vows from then on to do better.

Now Vargas checks if Yuu has their headphones on before blowing the whistle. If there’s a work out/exercise they don’t want to do, he’ll talk with them to see if they can come to a compromise.

“Got a second, kiddo? I never got the chance to apologize for my behavior towards you. I can’t say I 100% get what’s wrong with your brain but I’ll do my best to understand it. Now go on and do your laps! A-At your own pace of course! You’ve got this, I believe in you!”

Yeah, he knows. Every time Yuu comes into the shop they stare at and touch everything that looks shiny or interesting for almost an hour, buy a sugary treat and then leave. They do this a couple times a week.

Sam actually helped Deuce select a pair of headphones for Yuu. Specifically, a pair he already knew they would love. It was their favorite color and they could listen to music with them too. Sam was so pleased to see Yuu wearing the headphones the next time they visited the store.

The first time he saw Yuu, nervously biting their thumb and struggling to ask what snacks they could buy for cheap his heart just about shattered. Needless to say, Sam will be joining Crewel in beating up scolding Crowley for his negligence. But first, he’s cooking this baby a meal, Yuu’s not going hungry on his watch, damnit! Now Sam makes Yuu lunchboxes every day with their favorite safe meals along with some candy for sugar cravings.

If Yuu is black/poc Sam does their hair for them. He styles it in ways that’ll look nice and won’t bother or irritate them. If Yuu stims with their hair, Sam will leave some strands out they can play with. He loves hair care days with Yuu more than anything.

“Hello, my little imp! Oh dear, have you been biting your fingers again? C’mere, let me wrap those up. Did you enjoy lunch today? … Cher, there’s no need to thank me! I adore cooking for you! By the way, I’ve got your favorite sweets back in stock! You get a special family discount!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #nrc staff #twst staff #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #twst sam #twst headcanons #ren writes #autistic!yuu

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Is it me or do other people find it jarring how Taika's haters try and distort reality and act like everyone loves him and they are the only one? Or that everyone acts like he's perfect and heaps him with praise for doing the bare minimum when from what I've seen no one who actually likes him does that.

I've seen people like 'if you're cancelling the last of us cancel ofmd cos Taika is zionist scum who supports genocide'.

Hi Anon! Oh interesting question. I don't know if I've personally seen a lot of that specific situation where they think everyone is blindly supporting him (I do tend to block after a certain point so maybe that's why?). If I'm understanding you correctly it sounds a lot like they're seeing any support of Taika as "HE IS PERFECT AND NO ONE SHALL CHALLENGE HIM" when most people who support him know he's not perfect (as no one is) and we accept him anyway.

Which is one of the things OFMD really drives home-- you're not perfect, that's okay! You can do better if you mess up! You are deserving of being forgiven!

Which I mean, in general I think that really points to your first point, that folks who are mad at him are kind of living in this distorted reality. But also too... I've seen this a lot in my personal life with ... various folks that some people see the world in a very black and white state. They see things as "if it's not this, it MUST mean THIS" -- in this case "If people support Taika, it MUST BE BECAUSE THEY THINK HES PERFECT", same with "If he asked for hostages to be released, HE MUST BE SUPPORTIVE OF GENOCIDE".

--- sorry long post is long, I'm in a rambling mood today sorry!---

Which.. to be fair there's a lot of cultural training for that.. as some folks have put in tags of other posts, it's lack of critical thinking and questioning skills. I know where I grew up they were super big into us questioning everything, but when I talk to some friends who grew up in other states here in the US, they didn't get the same focus on critical thinking in public school, and got more of it in college (and not everyone can afford to go to college). I had a really cool 11th grade English teacher who showed us a video in class one day. It was a parody of a documentary and was explaining how the earth was flat (which we didn't know at the time, they didn't tell us this wasn't real). It was weird because it didn't come out and say "the earth was flat" though, it came out with kind of vaguely reasonable sounding arguments from people with "Dr" in front of their name.

I remember looking at my friend who was really confused too and saying something like "wait is this for real?" and them shrugging at me. It wasn't until this part of the video where there's literally cows running around Antarctica that a lot of us were like, "wait this is totally not real". That English teacher.. after we got done with the movie started asking us when it was that we started questioning the validity of the video, and then went into this whole lecture about how especially when we're young, we're so used to just being FED information that sometimes we get fed completely false information and we just DONT know it. The whole exercise was all about questioning and critical thinking skills and how not every "teacher" or "doctor" is going to be as qualified as they try to tell you they are.

I found that whole exercise really eye opening because I had never really thought of people purposely trying to bias my education like that before. I'm sure there's thousands of ways that people learn these kinds of skills (and I know mine aren't perfect) but I found that one to really hit home-- so imagine never being taught that. Never being taught that if you start feeling like the thing being said doesn't sound quite right to question it.

Now of course, some folks are purposefully ignorant and that's a whole other issue, but I do think we need better critical thinking education all over the world (but especially in America what with the vastly different education depending on which region you're in).

ANYWAY omg im sorry -- I dont know if I even really addressed your point, so I apologize if I didn't (the ADHD is strong today I tell you)-- so if I didn't please let me know and I'll try again!

I hope the trolls aren't getting to you too much today, sending love anon <3

#personal #anon asks #asks #taika waititi #critical thinking

[spookymultimedia]

That Funny Feeling

When Cartman discovers his intersex condition he's excited to tell everyone, but they don't react the way he expects.

Liane drove home quietly from the doctors office with a distant look in her eye. Little Eric Cartman was sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window with a small smile. After weeks of threatening the doctors for answers about his body, they finally confessed that he was intersex. He had partial androgen insensitivity to be exact. He was told there was a possibility that he could develop gynecomastia soon. He was 12 years old and his chest already looked different from the chests his friends have. It wasn't firm or flat like Kyle's, it was all squishy and weird. It felt wonderful to finally understand what was going on with his body. In fact, he actually felt kinda special and proud. He was different from other kids. He had a mix of male and female features. It was obviously a sign that he was a God trapped in the form of a young boy. But soon enough everyone would see his beauty and power and worship him at his feet. He was excited to tell the guys about this. He kicked his feet gleefully and hummed to himself.

He glanced up at his Mom. She had that look on her face that she usually made when she was mad at him. What the fuck did he do now? Was she upset that he told the doctor he would call the police and report him as a sex offender if he didn't explain why his body was different? It was completely necessary. It was like pulling teeth to force that doctor to tell him he was intersex. It wasn't like the police were going to believe him or anything. He just knew his Mom was gonna give him shit when he got home. She should now better than to talk to a God like that. Why should she have to listen to her?

Once she pulled into the driveway he sighed, preparing himself for the lame ass lecture he was going to get. But it was quiet. She walked into the house with him without a single word about his empty threats to the doctor's office.

"Mom, can you believe it? I'm intersex! I'm the coolest fucking kid on the block! Isn't that wonderful!?"

He walked into the house with a skip in his step. He looked over at her. She just sat on the couch and buried her head in her hands.

"Mom? Are you listening to me!?"

She just sat there quietly. Her shoulders shook as she began to cry. He stood there frozen in confusion. This was good news. Wasn't it?

"Mom. . .?" He mumbled. He walked closer to her. She pulled her head up and looked at him.

"Don't tell anyone else about this, do you hear me?" She commanded. His throat suddenly felt dry. He stared at her trying to understand what she meant. There was a weird funny feeling deep inside of him that he felt in his stomach. It grew the longer she stared at him like that.

". . What?"

"Don't you dare say a word about this to anyone! No one needs to know about this." Her tone was harsh.

"Why?"

She just continued to cry.

"Why? Why, God why?" She breathed out.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at her. He walked up to his room and immediately picked up the phone on his desk. He called Stan and waited.

"Hello?" It was Sharon.

"I want to speak to Stan." He demanded. She sighed and yelled out for Stan.

"What is it?"

"I have something to tell you guys! Meet me by Starks Pond! Tell Kyle to come and I'll get Kenny!" He said in a rush.

"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"What? No way!"

"Dude, just tell us at school tomorrow."

"Ugh fine, whatever." He hung up the phone.

The next Morning he ran up to the bus stop with a bounce in his step. He hummed to himself with a smile, waiting on Stan and Kyle. He grinned wide when he saw Stan and Kyle coming.

"You guys!! I have the best news ever!" He called out.

"What?" Kyle asked and walked up next to the bus stop. Kenny walked over to face Cartman.

"Yesterday I found out why my body is so different!"

"Cus you're a fattass?" said Kyle.

"Ey! Don't call me fat! It's not that! Guys! I'm intersex! Is that hella cool or what!?" He shouted proudly.

He was met with silence. Kyle and Stan blinked at him.

Kenny cocked his head, "Huh?"

"What? What the fuck does that mean?" Kyle asked.

"You're gay?" Stan asked stunned.

"What!? No!" He shook his head, "You know! Intersex!"

"I've never heard of that." It was Kyle's turn to cock his head.

"I- well you see-. It's uh- I have male and female features."

Kyle furrowed his eyebrows, "What!? No way that's impossible. You can't have a dick and a vagina!"

"That's not what I mean!"

"Wait, you're not a boy!?" Stan asked wide eyed.

"No, I am a boy Stan!" Cartman yelled.

"But you said you're a boygirl!" Kyle said accusingly

"I said I have male and female features! I mean, physically!"

"Cartman you do not have a vagina! I know you have a dick!" Kyle asked.

Cartman smacked his hand on his forehead, "I never said I had one asshole!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I. . .- I mean. My chest, my voice. Kyle I don't have any balls."

"Yes you do they're just tiny and shoved up your fatass!"

"No I don't!"

"Whatever, I don't have time for this."

At school, Cartman searched up intersex conditions on a school computer and proved to Kyle that he wasn't making this up. But Kyle accepted that being intersex is a real thing, but he wasn't convinced that Cartman was intersex. He didn't understand why Cartman would lie about something like that; unless he wasn't lying. He didn't know how to feel about it.

When Cartman told the teachers they just looked at him with pity, or worse, disgust . They all felt sorry for him. He couldn't understand what they all felt so sorry about.

"Okay so you're a boy but you're also not a boy?" Stan asked after school.

"No Stan! You're not listening to me! Being male, female or intersex is a physical thing!"

"Well duh. Boys have dicks and girls have vaginas and boobs while you're something between that."

"What? No. Being classified as male and being a boy are two different things!"

"Is it because your outsides don't match with your insides? Are you transgender or something?" Kyle asked.

"What? No. I'm just a special type of boy!"

". . .but. . .your body isn't a boy body."

"Boy is a gender! Not a fucking sex category!"

It was quiet for a moment.

"Are . . .are you saying being a boy isn't a physical thing?" Stan asked.

"Yeah dumbass."

"Then. . .what makes you a boy?"

Eric scrunched his nose at him. He wasn't sure how to answer that. He just felt it.

"I just am one, okay?"

No one was taking him seriously. They all refused to accept his body as the beautiful holy thing it was. Maybe they would understand his glory once his body was fully developed. Maybe they just couldn't see how special he was yet.

They all walked into his house. He grabbed a paper from the doctor on the table and handed it to Kyle. "See, it says it right there, I'm classified as intersex."

Kyle stared at the paper and blinked at it. He was telling the truth.

"Holy shit." Kyle mumbled. He stared at Cartman again. He took a good look at him. He looked at his face. His arms. His waist. "You do seem a little different."

"Look." Cartman pulled off his sweater and top and exposed his chest. The other three gathered close. "See? I'm developing boobs."

"Are you sure it's not fat?" Kyle said, staring at the small lump.

"No,it feels different from fat. There's like, breast stuff inside it or whatever." He poked it. There was something under there, "Kenny, touch it. You know about boobs. Doesn't it feel like a boob?"

Kenny took off his glove and looked at Cartman again for consent.

"Go on, touch it."

Kenny gently patted at it and moved it around. It hurt a bit when he tried to squeeze it.

"Mm!" Cartman flinched with a grimace.

"Sorry." Kenny mumbled and pulled his hands away, "they are boobs!"

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked Cartman, wide eyes.

"It hurts a little." He mumbled and rubbed where it hurt.

"It hurts??" Kyle said, shocked.

"Yeah it's all tender and stuff." He slipped his shirt back on.

"How big are they gonna get?"

"I don't know."

Liane walked upstairs from the laundry room and looked at them. She saw the paper in Kyle's hand and looked angry.

"Eric! I told you not to tell anyone!" She yelled.

"Whatever! It's my body!"

She stormed out of the house and slammed the door.

The three looked at Cartman.

"What- what was it you weren't allowed to say?" Kyle looked at him stunned.

"That I'm intersex."

"What? Why the hell not?"

He shrugged.

"I don't understand what's wrong with that. It's just your body."

"I donno." He mumbled, that funny feeling he felt when he came home yesterday returned.

"Are you going to get a period one day?" Kyle asked.

Cartman sighed, "No Kyle, I don't have a uterus, I just have ovaries."

". . .huh?"

He sighed, "Whatever, I'm tired of this conversation."

"Hey I heard there's a Phillip and Terrance video game that came out! Let's go see if the video store still has any available to buy!" Stan suggested after suddenly remembering.

"Yeah!" Kyle said with a smile.

"Yeah okay," Cartman mumbled.

#south park #south park fanfiction #eric cartman #liane cartman #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #intersex headcannon

[taanoir]

After a lot of crying, Nicole decided to head to the club.

She got dressed and took a cab downtown.

She spent her night dancing.

And drowning her hurt with juice.

She was feeling a bit more sociable after a few drinks.

She stayed on the dance floor until they brought up the house lights.

Nicole made her way home around 3 AM, the lights were still on.

Uncle Milo was still in the living room waiting for her.

She had a seat on the couch, her face stoic, she knew the lecture was coming. Milo cleared his throat and asked what happened, she knew better than to be out this late. Her face crumbled, "He broke up with me, he's moving to Henford and he's leaving me." The tears streamed down her cheeks.

Milo started over to sit with her but Nicole got up to walk out, she was angry and embarrassed. Milo stepped in her path, he needed to talk with her, he didn't want her going to bed like this. "I'm sorry sweetie. Break ups happen, and they suck. Blake is a nice kid, but he doesn't have any control over where his Mom moves them. Just like you he's still in school and not able to support himself."

Tears still streamed down her face, "It's not just Blake, I know he has to go with his Mom. Everyone leaves, every time I get close to someone they move away."

Gene sighed, this wasn't about Blake. "Your parents, had problems, that wasn't your fault. You didn't cause it, it wasn't because of you. Your Mom is doing what she thinks is best for you, she doesn't want to pull you out of school, or away from your friends. You'd be in the same situation as Blake. You're an amazing young lady, no one is leaving 'you'."

He cleared his throat and added "Your Uncle Gene and I have been here since day one and we're not going anywhere. We will always be here for you. If you want to move in with your mom, we'll be ok with that, we won't be mad. We all want the best for you, that's it."

Nicole softened, "Thank you Uncle Milo, I needed to hear that. I don't want to move in with her, she's right, my life is here. I want to be here with you, Uncle Gene, Tiffany and Jennifer. I just feel like I'm not enough sometimes".

Milo contemplated for a moment, "You are absolutely enough, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, including yourself. Things will get better, you're almost done with high school. There are so many amazing things to see and do. There's also a whole world of people out there to meet. You could go to college, travel, or not, your future is whatever you make of it. No matter what you're still going to be loved here."

Nicole smiled softly, the tears had slowed to a trickle, "Thank you." Milo returned her smile, "You're welcome sweetie, and speaking of school, you should get a nap before you have to go".

After Nicole went up, Milo sat and though about the exchange. Maybe Gene was right, maybe she does need to know. He still had no idea how to start that conversation.

#ts4 gameplay #historychallenge #childrenofcalisto #gen 9

[tilion6]

Stardust

Chapter 1. Sickness

~2 years later~

~The Interstellar Space Academy~

Jim had flourished at the Interstellar Space Academy. The navy’s training program involved hands-on work, with very few lecture-based classes. Jim’s natural talent for hands-on work helped him thrive at the Academy. His skills in building solar surfers often translated to repairing ships or upgrading them, and his teachers were always impressed with the things that he built. He had three more years in the training program, with a chance to join the Terran Empire’s navy if he did well.

Jim and Sarah rebuilt their relationship by sending letters to each other every month. According to Sarah’s notes, The Benbow Inn had much more business than before. People loved Ben. The friendly robot was a pleasant change from the moody teenager who had waited on their tables years ago. The Benbow’s customers also loved Morph. The Academy wouldn’t allow Jim to have Morph with him, and Sarah wouldn’t let him risk his stay at the Academy by trying to hide Morph in his room, so she offered to take care of him while Jim went to school. Morph always flew around to all the customers, getting attention from everyone. And customers would bring in their friends to meet the adorable little creature. The Inn had been receiving much more service than ever before, and things were going very well for Sarah and Ben.

In his letters, Jim told her about everything he was doing in school. It took him some time to gain a foothold there, but once he did, he shot quickly to the top of his class. That year, whenever the regulars asked about Jim, she made sure they knew that he was a top student. His grades had stayed almost perfect since his first year, and she had gotten several letters from Jim’s various instructors, telling her how amazing of a student Jim was. Sarah could tell that Jim had changed for the better and was beyond grateful for it. For the first time in years, she felt like she could really talk to her son. They hadn’t been able to truly communicate with each other for so long, and now that their relationship as a mother and a son was improving, she finally felt like she knew him. They were both very happy, and things were going well for both of them.

***

Jim yawned as he left the room after his last class of the day. He had spent the entire class period trying to work with stubborn tools. He blinked and shook his head, trying to wake himself up. A tall blonde Canid wrapped his arm around Jim’s shoulders. A small Felinid with curly orange hair walked on his other side. Their rooms were on either side of Jim’s, and they had had classes together since their first year. The Canid smiled at Jim.

“Hey, come to the mess hall with us!” the canine grinned at Jim with shining eyes.

“Some upperclassmen are hosting a pie-eating contest,” the small cat added. The dog raised a fist in the air. “Yeah, and I’m gonna beat every one of those amateurs!” Jim and the Felinid looked at each other and laughed. The cat rolled her eyes at the dog. “Aris, you passed out after fifteen hot dogs when they did that hot dog eating contest two months ago. How are you going to eat a ton of pies?” Aris’ ears perked up, and he pointed teasingly at the cat. “Well, if you haven’t noticed, Sil, I’ve been training,” Aris patted his stomach. “This tank can take much more food now!”

“So that’s why you’ve been eating your food like a maniac?" Sil laughed. "I thought it was just a dog thing.”

Aris rolled his eyes and leaned down to Jim.

“So Jim, are you gonna join us?” Jim slipped out of Aris’ arm. “Sorry guys, not today. I've got something to do.”

Aris’ ears drooped just a little. “That’s too bad! You’re going to miss watching me win the pie-eating contest!”

“Maybe next time.”

“Alright, well, see ya, Jim!”

Sil turned to Jim. “I’ll go with him to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid,” they laughed, and Sil ran after Aris.

***

With a smile, Jim made his way to the mail cabinets. They assigned a mail cabinet to each student for important papers and letters to and from home. For several days, he had been coming here after classes, eagerly awaiting Sarah’s monthly letter. Jim unlocked the metal door, and once he spotted a note with the word “Montressor,” he grabbed it and rushed to his room, only just holding back his smile. He ran down the long hallways of the Interstellar Space Academy.

Jim closed the door to his room and raised the envelope for a closer look. It was from... Doppler? That’s weird. He thought no more about it and ripped the letter open, eager to hear news of Montressor. He read through the first section, then stopped. No, that can’t be right. Jim sat down on his bed, panicking slightly. I must’ve read it wrong. Jim nodded to himself. Yeah, that has to be it. Jim lifted the note and reread it, very slowly this time.

“Jim, my boy, I hope this letter finds you well during your training at the Interstellar Academy. I am writing to you against your mother’s wishes on a topic that has been worrying me. There is news that I believe you should know. It is with great sadness that I inform you that your mother is very ill.

I understand that you may be taken aback by this news. Your mother has been sick for quite some time. You may be wondering why she opted to keep this information from you. Please understand everything that she does; she does for you. Your mother made this decision to spare you from worrying about her while you were busy with schoolwork. She wants to ensure that your grades don’t suffer because of her. I feel you should at least know of her condition.

Amelia and I have been taking care of her for these past months, and I assure you that Sarah is getting the best care that she can. We are doing everything in our power to help her, and you do not need to worry.

I am very sorry to tell you this, but I feel you should know. Please take care of yourself, my boy. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.

With Regards, Dr Doppler.

Jim clutched the letter in his hands. How could she not tell me? Jim didn’t know what to do. If I leave school, she’ll be disappointed in me. But if I stay here, I can’t take care of her. Even if he didn't have to worry about Sarah being disappointed that he left, he still wouldn't be able to leave. The Academy was very strict about students staying. They had breaks for the summer and spring, but the Academy was very adamant that students who left would be dropped out of classes. They covered so much material each day, and the school didn’t have time to catch students up that missed. And on top of that, transportation was only available to students when it was time for the breaks. He sat on his bed and put himself in a fetal position, burying his head in his arms. He didn't know what to do. He tried not to cry, but once a few sobs escaped his mouth, he couldn’t stop. Jim laid down and cried himself to sleep.

***

Jim’s alarm rang, and he woke up feeling like shit. His throat was dry, and he felt heavy. He moved on autopilot, getting ready for the day and preparing for classes. Jim left his room. Sil and Aris were already walking to the mess hall for breakfast. Jim really didn’t feel like talking to anyone. He slowed down so he didn’t get too close, worried they would notice him, and made his way to the mess hall alone. When he got food, he passed the table where he, Aris, and Sil would usually sit. Sil’s ears perked up when she noticed Jim. “Hey!” Aris waved enthusiastically at Jim. He stopped when Jim walked past their table without a word. Sil looked at Aris questioningly, and Aris just shrugged. They watched Jim sit down at an empty table in the corner of the mess hall. “Maybe he's just tired?” Sil reasoned.

“Yeah, probably," Aris mumbled, worried about Jim.

In the corner of the mess hall, Jim stared blankly at the wall. He didn’t feel like eating anything. He sat there, his mind wandering. He couldn't stop thinking about Sarah. She was sick, and he couldn't be there with her. Jim didn’t notice when the students left for their first lessons. A large Zirellian woman came by, cleaning the tables. She noticed Jim and looked at him sternly. “Oi kid, you’d best be gettin’ to class. Your teacher won’t like that you’re skipping.” She looked at him and immediately noticed he wasn't feeling well. “You alright, Hon?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Jim gave her a tiny smile. He picked up his tray full of food and threw it in one of the trash bins.

He trudged to his first class of the day. This class was his favorite, but Jim wasn’t looking forward to it at all today. He entered the classroom and quickly made his way to the seats. He heard someone whisper his name and looked over to see Sil and Aris waving him over. Jim gave them a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and kept walking until he reached an empty row of seats. Sil turned to Aris and mouthed quietly, “What is going on?” Aris shrugged, and they both looked at Jim worriedly. The instructor got up and went to the front of the room. “Today,” he announced, “we are starting a new project. We have spent the past few weeks learning all the components one needs to build a ship, and I believe that every one of you is ready. Each of you will begin with something small. Everyone is to build a longboat.” Some students started whispering excitedly. Jim sat up straighter and listened closer. “Once each of you completes your work, we will open the roof of the construction lab and you all will have a chance to fly your very own creation.” An idea popped into Jim’s head. “Everything that you will need to build your longboats is in the construction lab,” the instructor continued. “Come to me if you have questions.” He clapped his hands together. “Get building!”

Jim followed his classmates to the door that connected this specific classroom to the construction lab. Jim and Silver were always assigned to fix the broken longboats on the Legacy, so Jim knew how they worked and how to get the power going. With his experience on the Legacy, remembering Silver’s lessons, and his training at school, he knew that he’d be able to build a longboat fairly quickly. Jim spent the entire class period buried in his work. He wanted to get it done as soon as possible. Aris and Sil worked next to each other, and often glanced at Jim, concerned.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Jim left quickly. Aris and Sil tried to catch him, but he brushed them off again.

***

At the end of the school day, Jim returned to his first-period class. Jim would frequently put in extra time after school to work on his projects. It had become a regular thing. His instructor loved that Jim was so invested in his work that he would stay for hours after classes to work on his creations. If you asked him, his instructor would tell you that Jim was his best student. His instructor greeted him with a smile as he made his way to the construction lab. Jim spent hours working on his longboat. He wanted to make sure it was ready as soon as possible. His instructor came in to see his progress, and he was beyond impressed. Jim had finished much faster than he had expected, and everything was flawless. Over the next few weeks, it became a daily occurrence. Jim would come to work on his longboat at the end of every school day. He brushed off Sil and Aris whenever they tried to talk to him. Jim went there so many times that eventually, Jim’s instructor would just hand him the keys, trusting him to lock up when he had finished. He was far ahead of everyone else in his class, and he was on track to finish his longboat soon.

***

Jim was almost finished. He had spent a good portion of the month coming into class and working on his longboat until it was late at night. His instructor didn’t want to stay that long every night, but Jim pleaded with him to let him continue working, so he trusted Jim with the keys to the class and told him to just lock up and give him the keys in the morning. Jim had stayed much longer than usual. He was so close. He screwed in some pieces and plugged in some wires, and he stepped back to look at it. He circled his longboat, checking everything. Everything was in the right place. Jim got in. He pressed some buttons on the dashboard, and his longboat rose off of the ground slowly. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. This was the first time he’d built an actual boat, and it worked perfectly! He lowered it down to the ground and ran to his room. This was it.

He stuffed his clothes into a bag and slung it over his shoulder. He ran back to the construction lab. He had to be fast. He had heard the roof of the constriction lab open before, and it was LOUD. He left the keys to the room on his instructor’s desk. He did feel bad about breaking his trust, but with how strict this school was, he didn't know how else he could go see his mother.

Jim threw his bag into his longboat and ran over to the button that opened the roof of the lab. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed it. He flinched at the loud sound that immediately filled the room. He ran to his boat and turned it on, raising it in the air slightly. He watched the roof open, his hand on the throttle. Jim had to go now! Jim tilted the boat up and pushed the throttle forward. He watched as the robots that patrolled the halls entered the lab, investigating the noise. But Jim was already shooting off on his longboat, setting his course for Montressor.

#treasure planet #fanfic #jim hawkins #long john silver #space #space pirates #Stardust #chapter 1

[artzychic27]

Miracleverse: Null’s Adventures: Chapter 2, part 2

Logan immediately got inside the bathroom, still trembling. He felt the urge to break something, but he kept holding himself back, to not cause a scene that could compromise his mission.

He went to one of the sinks and started splashing water on his face time and time again. It seemed like his rage only got worse.

“Mister Celsius, can you stop this tantrum?!” Axell asked on a reprimanding tone.

“I am not in the mood for a lecture, Axell” the brunette said, still in a trance. The kwami was not threatened, though.

“It’s a shame, because you are gonna get one if you keep acting like a child” the axolotl creature continued, keeping his stance.

The brunette boy sighed, knowing there was no way of winning against his kwami’s insistence. So, he just entered one stall to avoid the risk of being discovered by one of the students.

“What did I tell you?” Axell asked, as if he was a parent, ready to scold his child.

“To not judge this people by the mistakes they made in other worlds” Logan answered.

“And what did you do?” the kwami asked.

“I judged them by their mistakes on my dimension…” the brunette answered. He knew what would be said next, so, he put himself in the defensive.

“Is it my fault though? I doubt that if anyone else was in my place, they would have done anything differently!” Logan exclaimed, his eyes getting watery. The kwami was filled with empathy.

“Look… I went through hell and worse with those people for the last year. They humiliated me, attacked me, some even tried to kill me! More than once!” the brunette continued, starting to cry.

“Sorry if I can’t be a perfect Axolotl holder like your previous wielders… but, I can’t be here. I can’t be with those people anymore… I can’t… I can’t… I can’t” Logan spoke, hiding his face in his knees, as he tried to embrace himself to feel safe.

The amount of trauma this boy went through in the period of a year was too much for anyone to handle. Bullying in school, facing villains in his ‘free time’, and don’t forget, the old family drama, ever since he found out he had a father and who he was.

“Well… I suppose it’s better to just… transform and wait for them on the top of a building…” Axell said, understanding his holder’s pain…

“Thanks, Axell” the brunette said, while petting his kwami’s head in a way to show affection and gratitude.

“Colors shine” Logan said, activating his transformation. He was about to use his powers to run away discreetly, but, something stopped him.

And by something, I mean someone literally destroyed the bathroom’s door.

“Logan, where are you? It’s time for payback…” an eerie voice said from the outside of the stall.

This voice belonged to no one else then Monarch’s newest villain: Karma.

Karma was a boy that used a black suit, with some red glowing details. His hair looked just like in his regular form, but it was colored red. His eyes looked like the ones of a lizard. He had the symbol of the balance of justice on his chest.

(Imagine Ephemeral, but the balance replaces the ‘fast-forward’ option, the red replaces the purples, his hair is out, and he has a necklace).

He was holding a scythe (it looks like Spinel’s), and was walking into the direction of the stalls.

“It seems like I will have to force you out of hiding” he said angrily. With his scythe, he destroyed the three stalls… but, to his surprise, no one was there.

In anger, he burst out of the bathroom.

“Where did Logan Lazuli go?!” Karma screamed, frightening everyone who was around.

“Only a coward goes after someone who can’t defend himself” a voice said, coming from above.

Karma looked up, thinking that it was probably either Scarlet Beetle or Ikati Black. He was surprised to see it was none of them…

“Who… are… you?” Karma asked, not understanding this change in the formula.

The mysterious figure came down from the roof and faced the villain directly in the eyes.

“The name is Null… but, it’s not like you will need to remember it. I am only here to end this clownery” Null said, grabbing his keyblade.

Karma growled and jumped to attack this new opponent. Null smirked.

“Prisma Clones!” the axolotl said, activating one of his powers. He ended up covering himself in life and creating fake clones made of light. 6 were false and 1 was real.

Considering Karma was with a scythe, he used it to attack all 6 clones in front of him in a single swoop. All of them were fake, so disappeared.

When he turned around to attack the real Null, the axolotl was already there.

“Checkmate, sir” Null said, hitting him with keyblade, and sending him flying away. When the villain was out of view, he took the chance to grab the scythe in the ground.  

“Who could have guessed the moth could actually be used for evil?” he asked himself, remembering Miss Purple back on his Paris, and how she used her Charms to create Champions to fight the evil duo.

“But, in every dimension, their weakness is the same… breaking the object!” the axolotl said, breaking the scythe with his knee.

To his surprise, the scythe, instead of unleashing an akuma, dissipated into light.

“What?!” Null asked, worried about what that meant. A wicked laugh reached his ears.

“That was not the akuma, jerk” Karma said, returning to the roof. He looked a lot different than before. He was bigger, the reds were brighter, and now he had four arms.

“Karma isn’t like a menu where you get what you want… you get what you deserve!” the villain said, creating a bow out of nowhere with his powers.

“Hasta la vista!” Karma said, firing an energy arrow at the axolotl. The arrow exploded, and it was Null time to blast off.

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Meanwhile, Max had hidden himself in the Library, so that he could talk with his kwami.

“Plagg, what in the name of Einstein is going on?! Who is that holder?” the genius asked, extremely confused.

“Since he is pretty colorful… I guess it’s the holder of one of the axolotls across the multiverse” Plagg said, clearly not impressed by the recent turn of events.

“What are you talking about?” Max asked.

“Ok, kid, basically, those multiverse theories you nerds talk about so much are true” the kwami answered.

“I knew it!” the genius exclaimed, beaming with the joy of one of his conspiracy theories being official.

“Yeah, and the axolotl miraculous has the power of travelling between worlds” Plagg spoke.

“Oh, my neutrons, I have so many questions…” Max said, excited about all the research he could do with this new piece of information.

“Kid, I would love to explain it all to you, but I think you should focus on the akumatized villain” Plagg said. The genius sighed in disappointment.

“You are right… Plagg, claws out!”

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Kim, who was in the Gym, also had his own doubts about what was happening.

“So, is the emo guy good or bad?” the athlete said, referring to Null.

“Assuming from the energetic signature, I assume he is the holder of one of the axolotls miraculouses” Tikki answered.

Kim, however, seemed to be as confused as he was before.

“Well… there are multiple universes spread around the multiverse, and the axolotl miraculous has the power of allowing its holder to go from universe to universe.

The athlete was still confused though.

“So, let’s defeat the akuma and I will explain it to you carefully later, okay?” the kwami suggested.

Kim, who wasn’t really looking forward to one of these complex talks, eagerly accepted the suggestion.

“Tikki, spots on!”

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So, yep. I decided to send all parts here, and, if none of them have problems, I will stich them all together into one.

I have been… adding and editing Astro’s backstory. I might be posting a family tree to explain the mess. Now his name back on his home dimension is Astro Celsius, but he is Sphinx in some dimensions. Long story...

And, depending on my choices, next part, is when SB and IK Astro appear. And either he will use a miraculous I created, or the Eagle… still deciding.

Any problems with this chapter, I am open to critiques.  

#submission

[crimsonblackrose]

Hey kidnappers, want to know what I’m doing? Bet you can’t guess. Making a Molotov cocktail. Scott, honey, why would you tell them that?

“i’m going to turn this overstuff whore house into the biggest campfire you’ve ever seen.” Scott, what? 🤣

Throws alcohol on the guy who shows up to stop him “I lied”

Look at you Scott, rescuing yourself. Jeez the amount of times your family writes you off as dead and you’re like so...resourceful.

“I did it” Omg this lil baby. All he had to do was get outside and they’ll leave him alone now because he’s not on the consulate soil. He’s so proud of himself. Good job.

“I’m back on American soil now. See you around!” waves at them and just walks off.

I believe someone just called to say “Hey your son rescued himself”

In a proud awed tone “Gentleman, my son has escaped”

There’s 20 minutes left. I know Scott, he’s not going to let that guy kill the adoptive dad he has that actually cares about him.

I was right! “I wanna go back”

Kay: Honey, you’re a musician. Scott: I’m not losing another person I love. (Oof, his girlfriend did die in his arms)

These two are fascinating. “Father died, we lost the apartment, our parents were evicted, our little sister was kicked out of school, but she sent this with me to give you  and she married a plumber”

“Why did you leave? We’re brothers”

ngl all i can think of is that @cookietastic​ must love this episode because of all the smoke, this guy is constantly smoking)

Mickey: Hey Scott proud AF of you for escaping on your own and coming back. Nice to see you.

“For the next 12 hours you belong to them, gentleman he’s all yours” Could you have worded that any other way? Any other way at all huh?

They’re taking hazing the new guy seriously by just yelling at him.

Aw they built a thing and are having him run through it with them to practice.

They make it sound like they’re bullying him, but really they’re trying to make sure he doesn’t die.

His dad arrived and started lecturing so our boy took a nap.

Aww both he and Mickey went up to tell Robert that it’ll be okay, Scott’s doing okay in the training, better than they thought he would. “He’s got talent”

How you normally sleep, hugging your hat to your chest. 🤣

After all these seasons, we see some affection? While Scott’s asleep?! (Robert gently brushed the lock of hair from Scott’s forehead) 😭😭😭😭 I’ve been waiting for so long.

“he’s my little boy”

“And mine” (robert)

Her face when he said that, like shocked and then nodding. “Yes, yes he is.” 🤣 Glad we’re all on the same page that ya’ll suck as parents. OMG ROBERT SAID THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD

“Strange we’re still parents, despite all our efforts to the contrary” ROBERT!

He’s all dressed up and ready to go. It...almost looks like he’s wearing eye masks, like he doing an at home spa. 🤣

“What are you doing here?”

Uh...they’re here to rescue you bud.

Oh no, not another martyr. Damn, everyone who truly loves Scott does this.

I’m so sorry Scott. Every damn time. His girlfriend had a higher cause that she sacrified her life for and his teacher decided he had an important cause to sacrifice his life for as well.

Baby’s first murder?

Yup. Baby’s first murder. They uh...his dad tried to avoid that. By giving him a gun with darts, and instead he picked up a gun with bullets.

The wind and his hair.

Control: I know you just murdered a guy, but you did a good job, you did the right thing. Scott: Horror so much horror.

Two parents, picking up their son from his first spy mission after he murdered a guy. Scott, probably having waited since he was in preschool for both his parents to pick him up from something. I’d also like to lodge a complaint. There was a partial angle shot of Robert embracing Scott, it was a bad angle, and it was quickly cut away to him standing at a distance. Which makes me think, there were probably more scenes throughout this series of Scott and Robert interacting and some editor was like no, that’s too mushy, we’re cutting all comfort between these two out. And I’ve got a bone to pick with whoever made that decision, and I’d also like to see all those scenes.

#mumbling about shows

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

Raven Cycle Characters as Things My Friends and I have Said because I find these really Fun to Make

"'Is he going to tight rope walk?' (Blue about Noah starting a stunt) 'No, he's going to jump' (Ronan, who dared Noah)" "I never said I was literate" – Ronan avoiding school work "Fuck around until we get more information" – Declan, so far out of his depth, trying to get his brothers help after the leyline goes quiet "You go to Home Depot, buy a sledgehammer. Game Stop is open whenever you want" - Ronan "We don't abide by American height standards" – Blue "That's the cover story for him just being a dumbass" – Gansey putting Ronan on blast "Ah, good politics, directing problems away from yourself" – Adam, sarcastically "The average American lives and dies in that time" – Henry with the fun facts as he listens to Gansey talk about Glendower "Are you power tripping over [other] students?" – Ronan at Adam "When trickle down economics fails again" – Blue "I'm waiting for my God to tell me what it is" – Ronan "[sh]e kinda sounds like a dick" – Someone at Jordan about Hennessey "'I'm 5'2!' (Blue) 'Well than you're not average height then!' (Ronan)" (I don’t recall how tall she actually is) "Sir, how long is your lifespan?" – Mr. Gray right before making it a lot shorter "Any historical event is a hundred times better if there are Neopets" – Henry when he gets bored during one of Gansey’s lectures "They do that by just existing" - Henry about Ronan doing war crimes "There's half a braincell between us and it's not smart" – Ronan and Noah when left alone together “You just snap your fingers and BAM you have a baby. That’s your son now” – Ronan dreaming up Chainsaw “I’ll give you my credentials! Um… I don’t have any” – Adam coming clean about his past to the Crying Club “I got my eyes taken this year” - Adam “I’m free range though” - Ronan “That man could seduce a nation” – I feel like there’s a general consensus that Adam’s like extrememky pretty. Therefore this is about him “You know about the moon, that’s pretty impressive” – Gansey trying to flirt with Blue “Any’o’y’all’eed” - Adam “The whatchamafucko” - Ronan “My depression is [birds]” – Ronan (trust me when I say birds is infinitely better than the original) “Oh, boy! Opium!” – Kavinsky “If god says you sinned and you are going to hell, reply with ‘nuh-uh’” – Hennessey’s advice to Ronan “There’s nothing thematic about a spleen!” – I don’t know who says it, probably Gansey just before he learns about the actual extent if the dreamed up incriminating evidence “Get up, c’mon get down with the ‘tism” – Gansey trying to be hip with the kids “I’ll be his mom” – Gansey or Adam at their newest stray “Whimsical slut era?” – Literally Henry’s entire adult life “Join our [psychic] hotline” (sultry voice) - Orla (everyone in unison) "NO" – the rest of the women at 300 fox way “Aren’t we all fruit lambs in the eyes of Christ?” – Hennessey trying to bond with Ronan over his religion at some point “Your character has whatever hair color and proper nouns?” – about Blue “I just looked down and then it was there. I bet that’s how Jackie Kennedy felt” – Ronan after dreaming up incriminating evidence “It’s not lying if i’m genuinely not thinking” – Hennessey “my medical opinion, not good” – Just feels like something Hennessey would say

#the raven cycle #trc #noah czerny #blue sargent #ronan lynch #adam parrish #declan lynch #mr gray #jordan hennessy #emphasis on both the jordan and the hennessey #dreamer triology #by proxy i suppose

[djino04]

Ring

I found it quite difficult to write from Beatrix's point of view. I hope it is consistent with the character.

For the record, I think I'm going to try to participate in the Febuwhump challenge. So there probably won't be many stories until then.

POV Beatrix

I managed to escape from school this afternoon. I stole the keys to my dad's car from his apartment last night. He came to see me this morning after I told Stella I was sick, but I know he's too busy this afternoon with the specialist training to notice my absence. So I have a few hours of peace and quiet ahead of me. 

I take advantage of this moment of freedom to walk around the city, without anyone around. Since Dad got back together with Saul, I feel like the four of us are together all the time. There are family dinners in the evening, family days on the weekend... The worst part is that I have to share my dad with the spoiled little prince that is Sky. He is unbearable and always wants all of Dad's attention. I don't know what he's complaining about, he's had Saul all his life, he can leave Andreas to me, right? But no, he's angry every other day at the person who raised him, so he's hanging on to MY dad. Well, in truth, things are going a little better between the little prince and Saul. It's been a while since they've had a fight, but that doesn't stop him from hogging Dad. 

Necklaces displayed in a jewelry store window snap me out of my thoughts. I'm pretty sure I can persuade Riven to buy me one for my birthday, so I just have to choose. The ones I see are pretty but I think there are better ones inside. So I go into the store and walk around while the salesman is at the cash register with a customer. They are both talking in hushed voices until I hear a sentence a little louder than the others: 

"I have to give it back to you unfortunately."

That voice, I know it. I look up to confirm that the client is none other than Saul. And I was right, I look towards the door and calculate my chances to get out of here without him noticing. If he ever sees me, it's all over for me. I'm going to get an endless lecture from him and a well-thought-out punishment from my dad. But that thought quickly slips my mind when I see Saul handing a ring back to the salesman and the salesman answering: 

"I'm sorry for you, I'll pay it back."

Wait what? Why is Silva returning a ring, beautiful by the way, to the seller? Was this ring for what I think it was? But that would mean he wanted to marry my dad and now he doesn't, so he's breaking up with him. He has absolutely no right to do that. Dad suffered for 16 years without Silva, he has no right to make him suffer again! 

I totally forget the fact that I have absolutely no business being here as I walk towards Silva and the salesman. I have lightning bolts coming out of my hands as I think of only one thing: protecting my dad! Before I can reach them, the specialist turns to me and I can see the concern and horror painted on his face as he asks: 

"Beatrix, what are you doing here?"

I throw a lightning bolt that hits him in the arm and by the look of his grimace, it hurts. It is well done for him! This is just a taste of what I can do. This does not prevent him from quickly recovering and ordering me: 

"Beatrix stop this right now."

He has no rights over me... I only listen to one person and he's going to hurt him or he already has. And I was starting to like him. Now I understand why Dad taught me not to trust anyone. Everyone betrays everyone and all the time. There is only one person I can trust and I intend to protect him. That's why I'm shouting: 

"You have no right to break up with Dad!"

Silva turns to the salesman and quickly apologizes after getting his money back, before dragging me out by the arm. I struggle until he drops me on the street. He runs a hand over his face, before taking a deep breath and telling me: 

"Look Beatrix, it's not what you think. No one is breaking up with anyone."

I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him. I don't trust him. There's no reason he'd give the ring back if he was still with Dad. Or maybe that ring was meant for someone else and that's even worse. So I ask him: 

"Why did you return it then?"

"I can't tell you now, but you'll find out soon enough."

He's cryptic as usual but it doesn't help him this time so I retort: 

"Why should I trust you?"

I can see the pain in his eyes when he hears my words. Did he really think that all he had to do was play daddy for six months and I would blindly trust him? He was very much mistaken. 

He looks at me for a few seconds in silence before saying: 

"I'm going to take you back to Alfea and you'll come with Sky to the apartment tonight and we'll explain everything. You can talk about it with Andreas, he knows about the ring."

There's no way I'm going to get in the car and be locked up in a confined space for more than 30 minutes with him. That's why I answer him: 

"I have Dad's car so I'm driving home by myself. And I hope for your sake you're telling the truth otherwise you'll find out what I'm capable of doing when someone hurts my dad. I learned from the best."

I don't even give him time to answer, I walk away from him and start making plans in my head. If he ever lied to me, he's going to regret it. And the worst part of it all is that I was starting to like our little family. Just goes to show me, don't get attached. The lesson is learned. 

The rest of the afternoon passed far too slowly for my taste. I went straight home after the altercation with Silva because the afternoon of freedom didn't seem to be so enjoyable anymore. So I quietly went back to my room and stayed there until the fateful hour. But I paced around and wondered if we would leave Alfea in the next few days. After all, we are here only for the little prince and Silva. But if they break up, Dad can leave here and bring Sky and me with him. I have no doubt that he won't want to leave his son here, unfortunately.

When it's finally time, I gather my courage as I walk to the door. I stand still for a few moments, wondering if last night's dinner was the last meal we had as a family. I guess I'll find out soon enough. I walk in without knocking and see Silva and Dad sitting on the couch next to each other. Sky has taken his usual chair and I settle into mine. My dad immediately asks me: 

"How are you feeling little storm?"

I glance over at Silva. He didn't tell him about our altercation then. Maybe he thinks that will keep me from asking Dad about it later. If so, he's wrong. But for now, I simply answer: 

"Better Dad."

"Perfect, because we have an announcement to make."

Sky frowns and so do I. I know what they're going to announce so I don't see why they're so cheerful. Because despite what Silva said to calm me down earlier, there's no way it's anything other than a breakup. But Dad lifts his partner’s/ex-partner's hand and Silva says with a big smile: 

"We're getting married."

Sky throws herself into the two men's arms while I stand dumbfounded. I clearly wasn't expecting this. So Saul didn't lie to me and I attacked him when he hadn't done anything. And how could I not see the ring on his ring finger earlier? Was he not wearing it or was I too lost in my anger to notice it? 

I don't have time to ask the question or offer congratulations or do what you're supposed to do when our foster father gets married to his former partner who stabbed him to death 17 years ago, because Sky asks:  

"Was it Andreas who proposed then?"

He has a smile that goes from ear to ear. I almost have the impression that he is the one who is going to get married, so much he beams with happiness, it is unbearable. A priori it bothers only me because dad answers: 

"Yes and no, we both actually did."

Sky glances at my dad's finger and of course he sees nothing since the ring is at the jeweler's again. This obviously confuses him because he asks: 

"Why does only one of you have a ring then?"

Saul glances at Dad before answering: 

"Because your dad is a jerk who decided to follow old, outdated traditions for the first time in his life."

Obviously a sensitive topic. I can better understand the end of the conversation there was between the salesman and Saul. It doesn't hurt the good vibe. I end up congratulating them anyway and exchanging a hug with both. The rest of the evening goes almost normally, except that Sky asks about the wedding. Is it really that important to know what cake we're going to eat in one year? 

Things are not tense between Saul and me. He's acting like his usual self and I'm thinking that's fine. I'm not good at apologizing and besides, I didn't do anything wrong, right? So I don't owe him one. I was just protecting my dad. But I admit I'm relieved I was wrong because I'm starting to like our little family, but I'll deny it if anyone asks. I've never seen Dad so happy and that's the most important thing to me. If I have to deal with a stepfather and a brother, I suppose I could have picked a worse one. I shudder to think that I could have had Terra as a sister for example.

Anyway, the evening is going well. Sky leaves first and I know I'll have to follow very soon. It's almost curfew time and even though I'm the daughter of one of the headmasters, I'm supposed to respect it. And I say “supposed to” because Riven is waiting for me at our hideout. So I get ready but just before I walk through the door, Dad's voice rings out in the house: 

"By the way little storm, you will give me back the keys of my car. And you'll have plenty of time to think about your apology to Saul when you do laps on Saturday morning."

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When I arrive at the fields Saturday morning, Dad is waiting for me. And when he raises his hand, the sun shines on the new ring on his ring finger. 

#saul silva #andreas of eraklyon #sky of eraklyon #beatrix of eraklyon #saundreas #fic #The Eraklyons

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Six

The Promise

Pairing: Todoroki x Fem!Reader

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The next day in class you feel a bit awkward with Todoroki sitting next to you. You haven't said a word to him since the night before and you haven't got a clue what you even could say. You don't really bother talking to Jirou or any of the others you've grown fond of and when you look over at Bakugou you can tell that he's already figured out something's up.

After class, as you're gathering your belongings and everyone else is walking out, Bakugou walks up to you.

"What's going on?" he asks in a huff as though it's more of an obligation to talk to you more than anything else. However, he said he didn't want to get in your business so he must care for some reason.

"Hi, Bakugou, nice to see you, too. I'm just packing up my stuff," you reply.

He rolls his eyes at your response. "I don't need the attitude. You know what I meant."

"Nothing has happened if that's what you're so concerned about. I agreed to stop seeing him like you told me to, that's all," you lie as you keep your eyes on the notebook you're placing in your backpack.

"Bullshit."

You sigh as you look around the classroom. Not even Aizawa is there anymore so you're free to talk. "Fine. Todoroki and I kinda had a... moment."

"What the fuck does that mean?" he shouts.

"Chill out, don't be so loud or someone might walk in! And he kissed me," you bark back before growing quiet at your admission of what happened the night before.

"What?!" his voice continues to boom. "Are you fucking insane?!"

"Why the hell do you care anyway?" you ask back. "You said you didn't care and it's over with now so what's your problem?!"

"My problem is that I'm actually trying to help you before you fuck up your life! I know what that's like because believe it or not when I was in high school I almost did the same thing! I lost my temper easily and-"

"Ha! You interrupt, "that's not hard to believe at all. You're still hot-tempered!"

"But at least I'm trying, goddammit! If you don't want my help then fine. Just try not to fuck things up for yourself," he sighs, slinging his backpack over his shoulders and getting ready to walk out.

Feeling a bit stung after realizing that he's genuinely trying to be a good friend despite his grouchy ways, you call out to him. "Wait! I really don't want to fuck up this friendship, too. Can we please move on from this?"

Bakugou turns around to face you with a big smirk along his lips. "Sure, but only if you share your notes on all of the lectures before our test."

"What's wrong with your notes?" you grumble.

"I'm either always distracted by those damn extras or falling asleep from boredom at the slow pace Aizawa talks in," he sighs.

"Yeah, I can understand that," you nod. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal."

Later that day you meet up with Bakugou before your next class. You hand him the notes and he thanks you before the two of you walk quietly side by side down the hall. Then, when you get outdoors, the two of you surround yourself with the group of your classmates waiting for practice to begin. Bakugou provides a safe space between you and Todoroki so he doesn't get the chance to talk to you alone. That is until Aizawa arrives with his sleeping bag in tow.

"Stop talking everyone,"  he sighs, calling the class' attention to him. "For the next test you've all been studying for... Well, it's not actually a written test but a practical exam."

"What?! Are you serious?" Mina gasps

"But we've been studying our ass- I mean our butts off!" Kaminari corrects himself.

But Aizawa just clears his throat and continues talking, ignoring Kaminari's word choice. "You are going to be assigned partners that you will spar with. The even will be televised so if you win you'll be more likely to get offers from hero agencies. Now, I will tell you who your partner is in advanced so you can better prepare for your match."

He then begins to go down the list of partners and your ears perk up the second you hear your name.

"Y/N... your partner will be... Todoroki since the two of you get along so well. I think it'll be quite an interesting fight to the audience as well."

Everyone looks at the two of you and cheers you both on happily, having absolutely no idea the tension swelling up in your body.

"That'll be the biggest event of the day!" Tsuyu croaks, causing a bunch of the others to agree.

Bakugou shakes his head as you move slightly behind him to avoid Todoroki's gaze. You wonder what the hell you're going to do now...

Back at your dorm that night you get a phone call from your parents. They ask you about school and the upcoming test which you describe in great detail as per their request. However, when you tell them that your opponent is Todoroki, they gasp.

"Endeavor's son?" your mother squeaks.

"You're not ready for such conditions. You shouldn't be fighting him!" your father adds.

"Huh? But you brought me to this school. I thought you wanted me to grow stronger and fight?"

"We, along with Rai's parents, want your quirk to get stronger, yes, but we don't want you to fight and potentially lose your quirk or get hurt and be unable to fulfill your part of your contract to his family!" your mother elaborates.

"What fucking contract?! I didn't sign anything?"

"Hey, watch your language young lady. We're only trying to help you," your father scolds for absolutely no reason since you're in the middle of a heated discussion.

"You brought me to this school so I'm going to do what I need to do to stay here. I don't think that goes against any contract you think I signed and I see absolutely nothing wrong with it!"

"If she goes through with this on national television and gets noticed by some hero agency this will ruin everything!" your mother wails to your father. "Y/N, we never meant for you to gain this much attention. You shouldn't have put the spotlight on yourself so much, you greedy girl!"

You then immediately hang up the phone, no longer having the energy to deal with them and not wanting to even hear their voices anymore. Instead, you bring your knees to your chest on your desk chair where you sit and shut your eyes. You don't even know what to do anymore.

Perhaps your friends were right, why should you listen to your damn parents if it's not what you want? Or perhaps you should keep doing as they say like Bakugou's opinion was since it's the less selfish thing to do. 

Whatever you're going to do, though, you need to figure it out quickly.

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Taglist: @thisbicc @vollkornpraline @starryeyedkoko

#todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x fem!reader #todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto #x fem!reader #x reader #my hero academia #boku no academia #mha self insert #bnha self insert #mha x reader #mha x female reader #bnha x fem!reader #hinatastinygiant #fanfiction series #fanfiction #fanfic #sent to the hot seat

[yourhorrorwhore]

Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Chapter 5

I'm All Ears

You know that feeling when your mom tells you to clean your room before she gets home and then she texts you that she's five minutes away from home so you start cleaning like you just snorted a shit tone of cocaine? Yeah, that was the type of level I was on while driving towards my brothers school. Eli is my only brother, if anyone hurts him it's going to be me and only me. If this fucking asshole lays a finger on a single hair of his, I'm gonna make him regret screwing with us. As I began to near the school, my phone was sent a string of new text messages. I decided to let my phone connect via bluetooth and read out the messages in which they were received. "Message from UNKNOWN. I wonder how long it will take for you to get here on time." Fuck, he knows I'm coming. How, is the remaining question? Another thought that loomed over my head was how much does this stranger know about me? I don't mind a bit of attention here and there but this is far past my comfort zone. "New message from UNKNOWN. You better hurry, class is over. I can see him now. How about I do you the favor and take him home for you?" No, I can't let this happen! I picked up my phone and parked as quickly as I could. Calling Eli as fast as one could imagine, I started jogging towards his classroom as the phone kept ringing. I got no response as the call went straight to voice mail. "Eli!" Teachers began looking my direction with concern but how could I tell them there's a serial killer on the campus? "Eli!" I finally managed to get to his classroom and saw that he was being lectured by his teacher. "Christ, there you are.." His teacher, Mrs. Alexander, walked towards me with a face that had no ounce of amusement on it. Eli was in trouble again, I can take a few guesses but I better hear it from her. "Hello, Billie. Nice to see you again. I'm sorry to keep you waiting and have you run out here, but I needed to teach Elijah here that being on his phone during class is disruptive to his education." Now I understand why he didn't answer my calls. My heart rate decided to finally come back down to earth and resume its regular schedule. "Promise me you'll stay off your phone in my class? I don't want to have to send you out for now following rules." Eli looked down as he shifted uncomfortably knowing full well he'll get lectured when he gets home. "I promise." Mrs. Alexander sighed, drained of all energy I'd assume from teaching little demons all day. She was a respectable teacher but like most people there was only so much she could take. "Thank you, Elijah. You can go, enjoy your evening. Be sure to do your homework."

Pulling him close to my side, I gave his teacher a thumbs up signaling that I would make sure he would do the work once he's home. "I swear she only picks on me. Everyone else who gets on their phone she just gives warnings. I always get in trouble." I had to bring my scrambling mind back into focus as we got inside my car. My eyes couldn't help but look everywhere to make sure no one was watching or following us back to my car. I've watched Taken one too many times and for good reason. Once we were safe according to my good judgement, I drove us both back home. "You okay? You look tense." Eli glanced over towards me, picking up on my distress. Normally we'd be chatting it up on the way back home but after the day and night I've had, I wasn't exactly feeling myself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just dealing with some personal shit. Thanks though." I had to play this off as best I could, I didn't want to put anyone at risk. However, not telling anyone what's going on felt exactly like I was putting my family in some form of danger. I just don't want anyone to worry and be too protective over me. That's how more people get hurt. Like it or not, I feel like I'm alone on this one. Pulling up into the driveway, I rushed ourselves into the house and up to my room to be greeted by our feline friend, Ghost. "He's so cute! Look at his eyes, they're so blue. Cool.." At least Elijah is safe and happy with the new pet. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if he got hurt. Elijah's fifteen but I always felt like I had to play the role of backup parent towards him. He's a good little brother and surprisingly doesn't annoy me as much. He always wanted to be near me when he was younger but as he got older, spending more time with his friends became a priority. Guess I couldn't blame him, that's how I started out myself. "Yeah, he's pretty cute. Very friendly too. Not sure how I'll be able to convince mom and dad to let us keep him. I'm sure there'll be some pushback." Not that my family was anti animals but they never really pushed for pets in the house. Hopefully Ghost will be able to persuade them with his charm. "I'll have to run to the store later to grab supplies for him. This may come as a shock to you but we have zero cat food or toys." Eli smirked at my sarcasm, going along with it effortlessly as he pet the fluffy cat. "Damn, just when I thought we were fully stocked." I chuckled lightly, I loved the shared bond we had with one another. Most siblings fight each other but we somehow managed to skip that phase for now. Not sure if it'll happen soon or ever for that matter.

Glancing over at my phone again, I had seen that my new best friend sent me a few more messages while I was trying to get a grip on reality. "It really carves a smile on my face to see you scared. Always looking over your shoulder to make sure no ones watching you." Okay, this person is one hundred percent stalking me. Not a doubt in my mind he's watching me now... "I want you, Billie. I want you to be begging for mercy under my knife." I'm being hunted by some maniac with a knife and a niche for killing college students. What the fuck is going on in this town? "You will be MINE Billie. You'll cave eventually. Watch your back baby, or my knife will greet it first." This asshole is getting on my nerves. What's the obsession with me about? I don't exactly like the idea of this guy killing innocent people because of me. There has to be a motive but what? Gathering up some courage I decided to respond to this stranger. Maybe I can get some answers out of him. Here's to wishful thinking. "What if I'm playing hard to "catch?" What if I'm some weird girl who's into all this shit?" I can't let this person take a hold over my life. What if they know who I am personally? This can cause an issue quickly. My phones text alert went off, let the record show that serial killers respond faster than any other guy I've tried dating. "I doubt that. If that was true, I'd have you in my arms drooling for me to do unspeakable things to your body." I have his attention. For how long though? "Why me? Why target me? I'm nobody special. Can't you just fuck off and kill yourself?" Forgetting Eli was in my room still, he picked up Ghost and headed off to his room to chat with his online friends. Probably for the best. "Someone's being bold today. I wouldn't play so tough Billie. Mommy and daddy will be home soon. Be a shame to find their only children gutted on the floor. If you play nice, I'll tell you." Shit, the last thing I need is to put me or my brother at risk. It's me he's interested in, I'd rather keep it that way. "Fine. So can you tell me now?" Suddenly my phone started to ring. It was him, not a doubt in my mind. Fuck I hope this doesn't get me killed. I answered the phone and put the call on speaker. "Hello?" My voice sounded nervous, something he could easily detect. "You got a lot of fucking nerve puffing your chest up to me, Billie. Why the sudden change in attitude?" Whatever voice scrambler he was using was doing it's job. There was no way for me to tell who this person was. "What? You don't like when I stand up to you? I thought you wanted to kill me? Doesn't this just wanna make you come out and get it over with?" The stranger began laughing. "Don't try and play smart with me. Patience is a virtue. You wanna know why I picked you?" Yes, for fucks sake this guy likes to hear himself talk. "There's something I see about you that stands out and I'm very fascinated by it. So much so that I want you for myself." What the fuck does that even mean? Like a slave? "I'm not sure I'm understanding what you want here." There was a brief pause. Only the sound of his breath could be heard. "I want you, Billie. Mine and only mine. Body and soul. If I can't have you, no one can." There's no way this guy is expecting to go out on cute couple dates after talking to me like this. Not sure holding hands at the park would be appropriate after butchering my friends. "I'm not some pet you can just keep for yourself, asshole! I'm a person, I have a life!"

Silence once again, at this point It was starting to become deafening. I shouldn't have done this. I'm regretting ever wondering why he chose me in the first place. "Come to your window." My heart skipped a beat. No way.. there's no chance he's outside. I peeled the curtain back slowly and there he was. Phone in hand, knife in the other. "I know where you live, where you go to school and who your friends are. You can't run from me." My heart began to pound in my chest harder and faster, I was scared he'd might hear it. I didn't know what to do, how to respond. So I said the first thing that came to mind. "Fuck.. you." The stranger flipped the knife in his hand as he tilted his head slightly. "Well, only if you say so." As he dropped the call to an abrupt end, he looked up and stared at me for what felt like minutes. Faster than I could blink, he made a quick dash towards the house. "Fuck!" He was headed towards the garage and I know for a fact it's unlocked. Running back down stairs and praying to God I make it in time, I quickly ran to the door and locked it. "Shit!" I leaned against the counter to catch my breathe and look out the window. He was gone, for now. This could've gotten worse and fast. Taking a final glance at the window, a chill was sent down my spine. There the mask was staring back at me but not from the outside. Spinning around with a closed fist, my swing was halted by his stronger grip. His other hand held the blade to my throat, pressing it slightly hard against my skin. "Scream and you die here and now." I remained silent even though every part of my body wanted to run and scream bloody murder. "I warned you what would happen. Pushing my body up against the wall, his hand clamped around my throat while his blade explored all over my body slowly eventually making its way back up to meet between my eyes. He shifted his gaze towards the light switch then back at me. "I can't stay long. So much to do so little time. Especially since you've been wasting mine." Before I could speak, his knife flicked the switch down, leaving me in darkness. Only the light from outside shined down onto the sink. "You've got guts, Billie. Surrender to me or I'll see what those guts of yours look like." There was a sound of shuffling cloth before me. With no light on us, I couldn't make out any details of this person besides his height. My thoughts became interrupted as I felt a pair of lips clash into mine. Man, this was absolutely, hands down, not a single doubt in my mind... a man. His hand clamped onto the back of my hair pulling it back forcing my face up higher to meet his nonexistent one. His kisses were deep and full of passion, almost like he waited his whole life for this moment. This is a homicidal maniac, and no, I will not date him! If the circumstances were different, I might have reconsidered.

Once he got his mouthful, the man adjusted his mask to make sure no further parts of his face exposed his identity. "Your lips are so soft. Can't wait to discover the other ones." Soon, a pair of headlights shined into the main living room windows. It was mom, finally back home from work. As I turned to say a few memorable last words to the stranger, he was gone. Engulfed by the darkness as it was his only means of getting away from sticky situations. I turned the light on and quickly brushed down my hair with my fingers, trying my best to not look like I was just held up by a killer. As my mother walked in with her hands full of groceries, I jogged over towards her and began offering my free services. "Thank you, your dad will be home a bit late tonight but I'm gonna go ahead and start prepping dinner for us. Help me get the rest, please." Walking out slowly towards the car, I began checking my surroundings to make sure yet again that I wasn't being watched. I quickly grabbed the rest of the bags and items in the trunk and quickly hauled them inside to make sure no more trips needed to be made back outside. I was quickly beginning to learn that my life won't be going back to normal any time soon. Elijah rushed downstairs excited to show off our new edition to the family. "Mom, look! Billie found a cat outside! We named him Ghost! Please, please, please can we keep him?" My mother cast what seemed to be the most annoyed glare ever directly towards me, her arms crossed around her chest. "You let a stray cat with God knows what type of diseases it might be carrying, inside our house?" Should of seen that coming, leave it to mom to be the one to shut down all forms of fun. "Yes, I know it's a stray but it was hungry and rain was coming in, I didn't want it to be outside getting poured on." My mother ran her fingers through her thick brown hair, pushing it away from her face. "Look, Billie, I understand you like pets but if you want it, you care for it. This is your responsibility now. I can't wait to hear what your dads going to say." I was a bit curious myself to hear what he had to say about the situation but as of right now, I'm just glad everyone is okay and safe. For now. I needed a minute to calm myself down and find some peace to ease my mind.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be over the moon for a cat.. I'll be in my room." Ignoring the chatter left behind me downstairs, my phone started to alert me to a text from Jasper. Looking at the text, I saw a picture attached to his message. "Got my own place! Home sweet home, right?" That's adorable, I've always wanted my own place to be able to decorate it the way I see fit. My own sweet escape from reality. "That's great! can't wait to see it all done!" Resting my head down on the pillow, my thoughts began to travel back to the incident in the kitchen. What really was it that this guy saw in me? What was so alluring that he had to target me above anyone else? Before I could close my eyes, Jasper started to call me. Can I not just get some well deserved rest in this life? "Hello?" I tried my best to sound half asleep in hopes he'd pick up on my tone. "Hey, sorry to disturb you but I do have furniture here! Was gonna offer you a dinner slash movie night if you were up to it? If not, it's okay! We can always plan another night if that's okay?" I'm suddenly wide awake and ready to leave now. A night spent with Jasper? Sign me the hell up! "Yeah, I'm down! Text me the address, I'll be there soon." I grabbed my keys and roughed up bag before rushing back down. "I'll be back, going to Maddie's dorm!" I yelled at mother before she had a chance to speak about dinner. Lasagna can wait, this was a much better way to clear my mind from anything. Once I entered my car, I received the address from Jasper, giving me the location to his new place. Perfect, only a ten minute drive. Turning on my playlist to relax my mind once more. Putting the gear into reverse, I pulled out the driveway and headed off towards what I can only hope a fun night and lots of sex. Driving slightly over the speed limit, my thoughts began to travel once more. I began imagining Jaspers hand between my thighs, grasping at them firmly and slowly parting them like the red sea. This man has me wrapped around his finger and he doesn't even know it yet. Maybe tonight he can finally show me what I was missing out on.

Focusing my attention back onto driving, I started to push on the acceleration urging my car to go faster. I eventually began to pull up into the neighborhood and started looking for the address. Didn't take too long to figure out since he was standing outside with a beer in his hand and blunt in the other. I parked my car up on the curb and rushed out to greet him. "You rolled a blunt for me? You're too kind." Snatching away his special herb and inhaling a much needed hit, Jasper chuckled softly and offered me a drink. "I hope you like green apple flavor. Unfortunately for you, there were not fruity combination type drinks. I did my best to look though." I smiled softly and hugged him briefly to show my appreciation. "Thanks for checking, you didn't have to but that was sweet of you... So, do I get a mini tour?" Jasper quickly finished his bottle before tossing it towards a near by trash bin and gestured me inside with his arms. "Ladies first." He smiled as he pushed the door open. The home was a bit outdated but there was a unique charm to it. Just a bit of TLC could really bring it back to life. "There's not much, just the basics for now. Couch, table, tv, and bed. The rest I'm still working on." I began exploring the kitchen and of course investigating his pantry. "Sorry, not many snacks to munch on either. I need to go grab some food tomorrow. Tonight I thought we'd order in and watch a movie or something." Behave yourself, Billie. Now is not the time to start getting excited. "Yeah, sure! Chinese sound good?" Jasper smiled as he began ordering on his phone. "Always! What do you want? Here's the menu." After taking what felt like an eternity looking through their menu, we decided to pig out and order a shit tone of food. Being high does that to you and those munchies will be in our favor later. "So, how was your day?" Oh God, lets not go there. Anything but my day. "Pretty lame. Just found a stray cat and watched the rain. You?" Jasper inhaled slowly as we both walked towards the couch, sinking into its comfortable cushion. "Well, I got this place set up earlier and then decided I didn't want to wait till tomorrow to see you. Figured you'd wanna be the first person to come check out my place tonight." My stomach began to flutter. He was thinking of me like that? I couldn't help but feel flattered that he wanted me to be the first one seeing his new home.  

"Well, I mean.. I like it. It's cozy, ya know?" Jasper pulled my legs over his lap, wrapping his arm around my neck. The smell of beer and weed lingered onto his body with a hint of cologne that smelled like heaven. My heart started beating faster as I began to feel nervous. Was it happening right here, right now? "You look pretty tonight. I hope I don't ruin any makeup you have on." I locked eyes with him and started to speak with a calm, low tone. "What do you mean?" He smiled as he took another hit before answering my question. "The food. It can be messy so I apologize in advance if it gets messed up." There's no way in hell he meant the food. I wanted this man, more than anything I wanted him to just ruin me but I had to play it cool. One step at a time. "So, got any movie ideas? Comedy, romance, horror, sci-fi?" Jasper reached for his remote and began scrolling through the many streaming services he has. Netflix, HBO, Hulu, Amazon, Disney+, you name it, he had it. After scrolling for a while, we landed on watching the first Alien movie. Our Chinese order had just so happen to arrive right at the same moment. Things were falling into place so smoothly and I couldn't be happier. We set up our plates on the coffee table in front of the couch and began feasting like starving animals. Truthfully, Alien may have not been the right choice of movie to pick while eating but both of us were too stoned to care. Only food could satisfy our needs right now. Thirty minutes in and I started feeling a bit full to my stomach. Chinese always knows how to hit the spot. "Hey, I got to ask you something. You don't need to respond to it if its too uncomfortable but.. do you think the killer was in the house with us the night of the party?" I placed my fork down into a pool of lo mein noodles and carefully swallowed a chunk of orange chicken before collecting my thoughts for an appropriate answer. "I think we got lucky we didn't have to find out ourselves. If the killer was there, it could've been anyone. They say it's usually someone you know. I don't have many friends so, I'm not sure it's anyone I know." Except maybe my fucked in the head ex, that seems like a fair suspect.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I still feel guilty for leaving you the way I did. I promise I was having a fun time with you. Hopefully you enjoyed yourself too." Perfect transition. Now I can work my magic. "Well, I mean I was, but... I wish I could've had some more time with you." My hand snaked its way slowly up his thigh and began rubbing closer towards his zipper. Jasper smirked and locked eyes with mine, his hand holding my lower jaw closer to his face. "Well, we could pick up where we left off if you want." My hand was quickly grasped by his as he placed it over his now growing erection. Holy shit, it's just as I imagined, if not better than that. Picking me up in one swift move, I was carried towards the bedroom and tossed like a used shirt onto his bed. "Take your top off, please. Bra as well." I wasn't about to argue with the man, I wanted this as much as him. Maybe a bit more on my end but who fuckin cares? Watching Jasper strip down and revealing his fully erect cock sent me straight up to heaven and back down to enjoy every second. He grabbed my ankles as he pulled me towards the edge of the bed and started ripping my jeans off along with my underwear. "Those don't need to be on as well." While I wasn't about to disagree with him, my face began to feel flushed and hot to the touch. The want and desire filled the room as I began instinctively lifting my hips towards him. "Someone's excited. You're making a mess all over yourself." A pool of warm liquid had begun spilling its way out from my body. There was no way to conceal my desires now. This man had me wanting him to do everything and anything to me, I honestly fee like he could pull out a brick and I'd be all for it. "Now, before I go on any further.. I need to know something." I swear I'm not a virgin, please don't ask me that.. "Are you okay with me being rough with you tonight? I'd rather hear it from you right here and now." Well that was unexpected. Sweet and nice of him to ask for my verbal consent, but also unexpected. I mean, we're both fully naked at this point, I think it's safe to say I consent. "Yes, yes, I consent. I'm all for it. Please, I'm down for whatever you want." Jasper smiled for half a second before he dove straight down between my legs. His tongue slowly began gliding smoothly between my lips, each stroke earning him soft moans. My back slowly arched up towards the ceiling as my hands found a fistful of his hair to grip and pull in closer.

"Fuck.." His tongue felt warm and wet from his salivating mouth, hungry for more sounds of pure ecstasy to escape from me. "You taste so good, baby.." I've always been self conscience about my body and all the fluids that leak from it, hearing him sound satisfied with how I tasted sent chills down my spine and legs. "Keep going, please.." My thighs began squeezing the sides of his head as my hand pushed his face back down towards my wet lips. With one arm, Jasper managed to push open my right leg and slip in his middle and index fingers. His fingers curled inside slowly at first but eventually picking up speed as he carefully massaged my G-spot. "How's it feel? You're squirming so much for me." Must I answer his blatantly obvious question? Was my body language and moaning not enough to signal that I was enjoying every second of this moment? "Good... It feels really good." Jasper placed a soft kiss atop of my knee before removing his now creamy covered fingers. "You ready for more?" As Jasper began aligning himself in front of me, my thoughts started to take me back to my nightmare. Seeing Jasper above me one second and the next some deranged killer. "Yes, please.." Now is not the time to be thinking of that serial killer. What was it the people of this town called them? Ghostface? My train of thoughts were pleasantly interrupted by Jaspers fully erect member gliding slowly up and down between my creamy covered lips, careful not to insert himself inside. "Before I continue, I have to ask. Are you on any form of birth control? I'm all for being a father one day but not so soon." He chuckled momentarily as he looked deeply into my lustful eyes, holding a strong gaze. "It's okay, I'm on the pill. I'll be fine." I was actually impressed by the pure willpower Jasper held to make sure I was feeling okay with everything he was doing and to even ask about birth control. A lot of guys just assume once the clothes are off, it's green lights from there on. "Perfect, then I can start doing this." With one swift thrust, he was fully emerged inside of me and began finding a smooth rhythm. "Fuck, you're so tight." His moans and grunting became intoxicating sounds as he started sliding himself in deeper and with more force behind each thrust. My legs began to lock onto his hips, almost as to make sure he didn't find himself losing his target. The sound of skin smacking against each other echoed in the moderately empty bedroom, surely loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house. Thankfully it was only us, the last thing I needed was unwelcomed guests interrupting our intense love making. "Turn around, lay on your stomach and put your arms behind your back.." I was never introduced to rough sex mainly because my ex's didn't know how to communicate with me about the things that I liked. It was always the same old missionary position for five quick minutes and that was it.

Doing as told, Jasper pinned my wrists together with a single hand and raised my hips with the other. Feeling him insert himself back inside sent my eyes rolling to the back of my skull. My lip was facing punishment by my teeth as I bit harder from each thrust Jasper delivered. His hand began to rub my ass in slow circles before coming down with hard smacks. This was definitely going to leave some sort of bruise or print in the morning, not that I had any objections to begin with. Releasing my wrists from his hold, Jasper soon found himself a fistful of my hair to pull back and press his face close to my ear. "Do you like getting fucked like this?" My moans began to increase as each thrust brought us both closer to a blissful orgasm. "Yes!" My moans prevented me from speaking further on. What else was there to say? Jaspers fingers found its way down to my clit, rubbing it like his life depended on it. "Please, don't stop.. so close." My breathing had started to become more erratic as his thrusts were lifting me higher to the clouds above. A few more hard deep strokes later and I could tell he was on the verge of finishing. My legs had begun to start shaking as my body was radiating an intense amount of heat also nearing the finish line. "You ready baby?" Jaspers breathing was becoming heavier as he managed to hold himself a few seconds longer before releasing his load. "Yes, finish in me!" My nails dug into his shoulder blades as he slammed his body into me one last time before delivering his full load. A wave washed over me as my body became a spiraling mess. Reaching an orgasm this intense had been hard for me to reach with any of my previous partners. With him it almost felt natural and easy for him to achieve. "Holy fuck.. that was.." I looked over to Jaspers sweaty body, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he regained his stamina. "Amazing?" I smiled as I inhaled short quick breathes of air. "Yes... you're so perfect Billie. There's something about you that I just feel like I understand. Wish I knew what but.. maybe a mystery isn't all the bad?" I smiled softly before leaning into his warm body for comfort. "I'm just me. That's all." After a moment of silence and recovery from a steamy fuck session, we both quickly washed our sweaty bodies off from the stench of sex and any left over fluids that lingered. Once back into our clothes, Jasper pulled me in close for a night of cuddles and hopefully sweet dreams. "Goodnight, Billie." Jasper leaned over my shoulder leaving a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling back to rest his head above mine. "Goodnight, Jasper." Before I knew it, we had both fallen into a deep death like sleep.

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