#and being bullied by others and almost got sent to a special school by a racist teacher

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American Honey. (Alejandro X Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Sex Pollen, fuck or die, unprotected sex, reader getting bullied by Alejandro and his men, poorly translated Spanish, (sorry if I missed any)

I love the way this turned out, I hope you guys love it too! This was a request :) please comment and reblog so that this can reach other places, Alejandro is too good to go unseen 🥵

(Not edited because I’m lazy.)

Truth be told, you weren’t the biggest fan of this place.

You’d been adopted as a child and your adoptive family loved Mexico, which is how you ended up here. It wasn’t always the safest, but they seemed to like it. It was difficult growing up in an English speaking household, school was difficult, the kids there were mean to you, and as you got older, it only got worse.

You decided to join the special forces in the hopes that you’d be tucked away in an office somewhere, as little interactions as possible. But it’s not how everything worked out. You were on the front lines.

Everyone had a cool call sign, or nickname.

But you? You were just Gringa. Nobody liked you, you were different and people didn’t like different. Especially not the special forces.

You ended up on Alejandro’s base by chance. He didn’t want to let you in, but because you were the most skilled out of a lineup, he had no choice. He picked fun at you too alongside everyone else. The only person that was even remotely nice to you was Rudy. He and his wife had you over for dinner a couple times, and he even called you by your name. It was nice when people were kind to you, because it didn’t happen very often.

On more than one occasion, a few of the women on base cornered you in the women’s barracks. It got so bad that you had to be separated. When you brought it up to Alejandro, he told you that you either had to deal with it, or be separate. Of course, when you were given your own room, it only ramped up the harassment you got on a daily basis. Jealous that you were getting special privileges. They found other ways around you not being in the same barracks.

Which is why you walked around with a black eye and a split lip almost every day.

You didn’t want to fight back. They were your people and you refused to lay a finger on your own. You just wished they thought the same. You had just sat down, water bottle in hand. You knew better than to get in line to eat first. They’d always push you to the back.

“Gringa. You have mail, in my office.” Alejandro nods. This was unusual, usually he’d just bring it to you. You stood up and followed after him. Despite the fact that he harassed you too, you always obeyed him. You did right by him even when he didn’t reciprocate. He sits down at his desk, sliding a box out of his drawer. “I need to see what’s inside, that’s why I brought you in here.” You nod your head, pulling out your pocket knife and cutting the box open. You open it up, there’s a small black bag inside along with a letter. You unfold the letter, reading the inside.

“Hi Honey, we miss you so much. We wanted to let you know we’ve been thinking about adoption once again, you’ll have to give us a call when you get the chance. Your real grandfather from America sent this for you along with a small card on the inside. We thought it was sweet because you’re our American Honey. We hope you have better luck than you’ve been having. Keep your head up and don’t let them get to you too much.

Love, mom and dad.”

You pull the black bag open, sliding the contents into your hand. It’s a bunch of Honey Sticks. You smile, finally understanding the joke she’s made, American Honey. You take the card out that she mentioned and open it up. Inside is a photo of a woman, but you don’t really understand.

“Hello, I know you probably don’t know me, but I’ve always wanted to meet you. Your mother was a little young when she found out she was pregnant with you. She was a wild child, I’m sure you’re a wild child just like she was. I adored you from the day I met you, and when I found out your mom was giving you up, it shattered me. I hope I’ll get to meet you one day, I never did get the chance for anymore grandkids. You’re my only granddaughter. Here is some American Blueberry Honey from our farm, it’s all organic and it’s very sweet like I imagine you are. I’m writing this to you because your mom passed away unexpectedly. I felt you deserved to see her. I’m attaching a couple photos of her, and my address and phone number in case you ever want to call or write back. I’d really appreciate it if you did.”

You smile, looking down at the photos. For a minute, you forget where you are. You forget all about your Colonel’s judgmental eyes. You put the card back into the envelope, passing it to your Colonel. He has to look over everything. He doesn’t trust you.

You slide a couple of the honey sticks from the bag, looking over them.

“You were adopted Gringa?” He asks. You nod your head. He nods, “where were you born?” He asks. You shrug. “Somewhere in the states.”

He takes the bag from you, looking over it before passing it back to you. “Don’t forget we’re going on a mission tomorrow, everyone else needs rest from the last mission. You’re my only available soldier.” You nod your head. You always got left behind on missions. “Yes sir.” You stand up, picking up the box of stuff you’d just gotten. “Goodnight Gringa.” You nod your head. You were really starting to hate that fucking nickname.

—

The next day, you were dressed and ready. It was still early, you’d already eaten breakfast. You sat patiently outside of Alejandro’s office, waiting for his orders.

When the time came for you to leave, you finally got a breakdown of the mission.

“It’s nothing big, that’s why it’s just the two of us. Narcos have some other kind of operation going that we need to bust up, it’s probably only 5-6 men. We’re going to move slow, try to take them out from afar.” You nod your head. The both of you got on the helicopter, and it was quite a long ride. It was silent. Alejandro sat near the pilot and you sat in the back, admiring the view of the forest. It was dense. The green went on for miles. You couldn’t help but smile down at the peacefulness of it all.

“Something funny Gringa?” Alejandro asks. You can barely hear him, luckily the headset you’ve got on makes it easier. “No sir. Just admiring the views.” You turn your head back toward the window. You can hear Alejandro laugh quietly.

When you arrived a few miles away from the operation, you geared up completely. You had your sniper rifles, handguns, assault rifles, and plenty of ammo. You started hiking through the dense forest. Side by side. You were aware of your surroundings, ready for anything. You stayed calm despite the intense situation. You had a basic idea of what might be waiting for you, but you never knew what you could be walking into. Alejandro poked fun at you, but he actually really liked you. You were calm and collected. Fast on your feet. You were skilled when it came to any kind of combat. He knows he neglects you as a soldier. He sees the way they treat you around base and knows that he should intervene.

He doesn’t know exactly why he doesn’t.

When you get close enough to see everything going on, you get set up. Propping your rifles up to get a good view of all of them. “Shoot fast, Gringa. Can’t risk any of them getting away.” You nod your head, lining up your crosshairs with them.

You don’t wait for his orders, the moment one is lined up in your sights, you fire, kicking the empty bullet casing out of the gun and lining up for another shot. When the both of you finish, you’ve only killed 4. “Others must be in the building. Go ahead, I’ll cover you.” He nods. “Yes sir.” You stand up, leaving your rifle behind and drawing your assault rifle out. You hike down toward the building, keeping yourself covered with trees and walking as quietly as possible. It was a little difficult with the vegetation from the forest but you still did your best. Alejandro watches you in the scope of his rifle, watching ahead of you and around you. He hopes this mission will go smoothly. As you get closer to the building, he feels unsettled. “Go slow gringa, something doesn’t seem right.” He says into his radio. “Yes sir.” You reply. You slow your speed, eyes scanning everything in front of you. Your senses are heightened because you’re nervous, you’re sure you’ll hear anything.

Unfortunately for you, it’s too late. You hear the soft patter of something hitting the ground in front of you, and only have a split second to react, covering your face with your arms and stepping back as the grenade explodes.

Alejandro watches in horror as you’re thrown back, dirt and debris fly into the air, a cloud of smoke covering his vision. “Shit!” He growls. He stands up, rushing to get to you. He sees a few men appearing out of the tree line, firing at each them. He rushes to you, kneeling next to you. “Gringa?” He asks.

You don’t know where you are. The darkness is nice, but it only lasts for a few seconds before you hear Alejandro’s gunshots. You’re being shaken by him, but the ringing in your ears overrides everything else. “Gringa? Can you hear me?” He asks. He shakes you again, seeing your eyes move. “Hey, you’re going to be okay.” He breathes. He’s looking over you, he can see a few wounds from Shrapnel, but he doesn’t see them anywhere serious. “Y/N!” He snaps in your face. You close your eyes tightly. Sitting up. “I’m fine.” You breathe. He helps you up and you flinch at the loud ringing. It starts to fade as you look around. It’s quiet now.

As peaceful as it was on the helicopter.

When the ringing fades out completely, you wish you could just lay there, stare up at the sky and enjoy the peace for just a second. What you’d give for it.

“Come on. We have to keep moving.” He breathes.

You move in quickly to sweep the building, it’s an old cement building, but the inside is actually pretty nice. It has to be for how long everyone stays out here. Months on end, making whatever drug their boss tells them to. You notice a few bottles of something red. You can tell it isn’t blood because of the translucent consistency. But it’s odd. You make your way back outside, noticing the work stations are all full of the same red liquid. There a few large barrels of it sitting outside. “The hell is this?” You ask aloud.

Alejandro is standing near you, and neither of you expect to be splashed with the liquid. You flinch away, turning and raising your guns at your assailant.

His maniacal laughter is what really scares you. He’s got a gunshot wound on his side, he’s not going anywhere. He’s leaned up against the barrel, plastic cup in his hand. “Es una droga sexual. ¡Ahora ambos están infectados!” He laughs again.

Alejandro moves in quick, he’s seething. “What did he say?” You ask. The man looks at you, eyes wide. He’s got an evil smile on his face. “estas con una gringa? ella no sabe español?” He laughs. Alejandro shakes his head. “¿Cuál es la droga?!” He yells. You flinch away at his tone of voice. “Vas a tener que chingarte a tu gringa linda, dejarla embarazada.” He purrs. “¿Qué significa eso?” Alejandro growls. Grasping the man by the lapels and slamming him back into the barrel. “La cura es el sexo, no hay otra. Buena suerte hermano.” He smirks. His teeth are red from his blood.

“No eres hermano mío, solo un cobarde.” You flinch as Alejandro raises his pistol up, firing into the man’s head. His body slumps forward and Alejandro stands up, letting out a frustrated sigh. “What did he say? What is this?” You ask.

He rubs his face in frustration.

“It’s a sex drug.”

You look confused. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s a sex drug, but it’s in the early stages of development, that’s why we’ve never heard of it before. He said..” he pauses. “If the infected doesn’t have sex, they’ll die.”

“And what he splashed on us.. was that-?” You look at him. He nods his head. You turn away from him. “There’s no other cure?” You ask. “No. Not something we’ll find in time.”

“Well. Suppose we should head back. Say our goodbye’s.”

His turns quickly to look at you. “What?” He asks.

You look at him. “What?”

“Y/N.. we can get through this if…” he swallows hard. You raise your eyebrows. “What? If what?” You cross your arms. Looking at him. “If I have sex with you? Are you out of your mind?” Alejandro’s assumptions have clearly stuck a nerve. “You’re loco if you think I want to have sex with you!”

“But you’d rather die? I’ll have to say Gringa, that’s pretty harsh.” He smiles. “That right there is exactly why I’d rather die.” You seethe. He looks confused. “My goddamn name is Y/N.” You growl. He steps closer to you. “Watch your tone with me.” He growls. “I’m going to die anyways.” You shake your head. “What, you’ll let us both die over me calling you Gringa? Really?” He breathes.

“It’s not just you.” You shake your head. “It’s everyone.” You voice is low and aggressive. “They call me gringa. I’m last to eat, last to shower, last to be chosen for missions. I haven’t had dinner in a week. They exclude me, treat me like shit. They corner me in the goddamn bathroom and beat the holy hell out of me. And my Colonel? The one who’s supposed to give a shit? Doesn’t say a word when he sees the bruises they’ve left. You had no right to call that man a coward. You’re the biggest coward I’ve ever met.” You spit your words at him like they’re laced with venom. Like they’ll drop him dead in a few seconds. He sighs. Everything you’ve said is true. He’s mistreated you.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes. “Querida…” he trails off. “I know I’ve been bad to you. But I can change it.” He breathes. “No.” You shake your head. “Make yourself comfortable because I’m not changing my mind.” You breathe. You shove passed him, walking into the building. You go into one of the rooms, sitting down on the bed. You take your shoes off, pulling the blanket off. Walking back outside. You walk into the woods a little more, laying the blanket out. “What are you doing?” He asks. “Enjoying the peace and quiet.” You breathe. He nods. “Mind if I join you?” He asks. You shrug. He sighs, sitting down next to you. You’re laying on your back, looking up at the sky. “Cloudy.” He mumbles. “Yeah. Hopefully it’ll rain.” You smile. “I like when you smile.” He laughs. “Why?” You look at him. “Because you don’t do it often. Earlier in the helicopter, I was admiring you.” He laughs. You roll your eyes. “Also, when you saw that letter from your family. I like their nickname for you, American Honey.” He smiles. You can’t help but laugh at this. “If this is you trying to get me to have sex with you, it’s not going to work. He rolls his eyes. “I can be a gentleman without the intention of trying to have sex with you, Mocosa.” He laughs. “I’m serious. Why do they call you that?” He smiles. “They said I was too sweet. As a kid I knew no stranger, so they called me American Honey.” You look down. “American Honey? I don’t think I’ve ever had any.” He shrugs. You think for a second, sighing.

You grasp hold of your pocket on your jacket, the Velcro making a tearing sound as you pull it open, you slide out a few of the honey sticks, passing one to him. “It’s blueberry honey.” You nod. He takes it from you. “You have to bite the top to split the film open.”

You bite the top of yours, feeling the honey drip into your mouth. You can’t help but smile as you watch Alejandro struggle to open his. You laugh. Reaching your hand out. “Here.” You say. He passes it to you and you turn it to the other side, biting it open for him. “Thank you.” He smiles. You can feel the effects of the drug beginning to kick in. You want to kick yourself for the way you’re looking at him. He’s getting more and more attractive by the minute. You hear a groan leave his lips. “This is really good.” He breathes. “It is really sweet.” He licks his fingers where it’s dribbled onto them. You have to force yourself to look away. The tightening in your lower stomach becoming harder and harder to ignore. “Here, have another.” You pass him the other. “Open it for me, Cariño?” He smiles. You nod. You bit it open, flinching as it pops into your mouth. Alejandro freezes up, having to force himself to look away from your lips, and how sweet they’re looking. He’s felt the drug working but has ignored the way his pants have gotten tight. He takes the stick of honey from you, and watches as you lay back.

The minutes tick by and his heart is racing, the arousal he feels is almost unbearable. You can barely focus on anything, his heavy breathing, the smell of him. It’s too much. “I’m sorry.” He breathes. “I’ve got to get away from you, or I won’t be able to stop myself.” He breathes. Just as he stands up, you’re quick to yelp. “Wait!” You breathe, sitting up. He turns to look at you, confusion written all over his face. You’ve shed your jacket and he didn’t realize it, but he can see how hard your nipples are through your shirt. “What?” He asks. “You.. you don’t have to.” You breathe. You’ve got your knees pressed together. Tightening your thighs to try and ease the ache you feel between them. He steps toward you, and he can see the fire burning in your eyes. You don’t move away or tell him to stop. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head. He lowers himself to his knees, thankful for the blanket beneath him. He moves himself between your legs, licking his bottom lip as he leans into you. His lips brush over yours lightly. Hips presses into yours. He moans out when you rock your hips ip into him, desperate for some kind of relief. He presses his lips to yours, he kisses you hard.

He can taste the honey on your tongue, and he’s addicted right there. You moan into his lips when he rocks his hips into yours. He pulls away, but only to attach his lips to your jawline, moving down to your throat. He’s biting at the skin, feeling your heart beat as he runs his tongue along your jugular vein. He pulls your shirt up and over your head, helping you remove your bra with it. He attaches his lips to one of your nipples, sucking at it gently, feeling you buck your hips up into him. He can’t help smile into you. He doesn’t want to neglect you, moving to attach his lips to other. You wrap a hand in his hair, whining out at the attention he’s giving you. “Alejandro- want you so bad.” You breathe. “You’ll have me, ser paciente.” You nod your head. He kisses lower, over your chest and belly, tugging your pants down your legs. You take a deep breath as he glides his hands down your hips, kissing over your belly button. He looks up at you, dipping down to press a kiss against your clit. Cock twitching at the mewl you let out. You whine, raising your hips into him. Desperate for attention. He pushes your hips down, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you still. His tongue gliding up through your folds has a sigh leaving your lips. He moans into.

“Taste so fuckin sweet..” he mutters, chuckling into you. “You’ve got the perfect nickname, you’re just as fucking sweet.” He growls, burying his face into you, starting his assault on your clit. You blush, looking away. You try to squirm out of his grasp but he holds you tight. You clutch the blanket beneath you, moaning out as you look up at the sky. You can feel the sting from the shrapnel still buried in your skin, but you’re overwhelmed. The peacefulness and the way he makes you feel overrides any pain you’ve felt.

You’re getting louder with each flick of his tongue and he knows you’re getting close, but he doesn’t want you to cum like this. He pulls away, feeling you whine at the loss of friction. “Relax, I’ll give your pussy the attention it needs.” He smiles, unbuckling his belt.

He wipes his face, moving his hips up to yours. “You sure you want this?” He asks. You nod your head eagerly. He pushes the tip of his cock up against your entrance and you bite your lip. You close your eyes as he sinks into you, clutching the blankets hard. The pleasure is intensified from the drug you’ve taken and the both of you nearly cum right there, moaning out. “Fucking hell you feel good.” He growls, moving to kiss you. “You taste yourself on me? Hm?” He smirks, starting to thrust his hips into you. He’s starting at a brutal pace and you can’t keep it together as he fucks you.

“You taste sweet yeah? Sweeter than that honey.” He smiles. His belt rattles as he thrusts into you. The sound is distracting you. The thought of what it is, him fucking into you so good. You can’t keep it together. “I’m gonna cum-“ you whimper. “Already?” He chuckles. He’s taunting you. You nod your head. “Yes!” You moan. He lifts your thighs up, thrusting deeper, trying to get a better angle on you. “Rub your clit for me.” He breathes. You nod your head, still obeying him. You rub circles over yourself, and he fuels the burning fire with his words.

“Yes- such a good girl. Always doing what you’re told. Yeah, rub that sweet pussy for me baby.” He growls. He can feel his own high approaching pathetically fast. “I’m- I-“ he laughs at your lack of words, feeling your legs shake as he pushes you into your orgasm. You cry out, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you shut them tightly. You soak his cargo pants, and he growls as he feels your arousal on him. He doesn’t stop fucking you, even with you being overwhelmed. He’s chasing his own high. He leans down to kiss you again, desperate for the taste of sweetness he knows he’ll get from you. He kisses you hard, feeling your tongue move against his own. You moan into his lips, wrapping your legs around his back.

“Give it to me, Colonel.” You look him in the eyes. He growls, thrusting harder if it’s possible. “Beg for it.” He breathes. “Please-“ you gasp. “Please cum inside me, I’ve been good for you. Please give it to me!” You whine. His heart is pounding, cock twitching as he gets closer and closer to his high. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He gasps. “I’m gonna give it to you, Cariño. Trust me.” He groans. He has a death grip on your thighs. When he reaches his high, he’s sensitive before he even finishes. It’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had by far. He holds your hips tightly into him, taking slow deep thrusts to ride out his high.

“Oh fuck-“ he gasps. He slides out of you, watching his filth spill out of your pussy. The relief you feel is immediate. Hearts are no longer racing. He lays next to you on the blanket, panting as he comes down from his high, looking up at the sky. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.” He breathes, looking at you. “You weren’t.” You blush.

Just then, your radio’s go off.

“Colonel, do you copy?”

“Colonel do you copy? Exfil is still about an hour out, it’s going to be dark soon.”

“We’re on our way.” He says into the radio.

He helps you up. You both redress yourselves quickly.

“We’ve got to make quick work of this, got a lighter?” He asks. You pass him the one you keep on you at all times and he picks up a stick, lighting it on fire. He throws it into a barrel of liquid and you both run away quickly.

The barrel explodes and the whole area around it bursts into flames. You both admire it for a second. “Let’s go.” He grasps your hand, pulling you along. He hands you back you lighter.

It doesn’t take too long to reach exfil, but the wetness you feel from Alejandro’s cum is a little uncomfortable and he can tell by the way you keep shifting yourself on the seat in the helicopter, sending you a wink every once in a while. You turn your head away from him each time, blushing.

—

When you get back, you go straight to the infirmary for your wounds to be treated from the explosion. While you’re recovering, Alejandro has a quick meeting with his soldiers.

“I want everyone to know that Y/N isn’t going anywhere. I want you all to treat her the same as you treat everyone else. She saved my life today and she didn’t have to. If I see anyone mistreating her from this moment forward, you will be discharged from my base. Do I make myself clear?” His voice is stern.

“Yes sir!” They all say in unison. “Thank you! Go back to eating.” He calls.

He makes his way to the infirmary to check on you. Unsure of what to do with these newfound feelings that he has for you, and what in the hell he’s supposed to do if you’re pregnant.

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Nailing it!

This is an unofficial, spiritual follow up / tribute to @misseviehyde and @amiee-bee’s wonderful 5 part ‘magic nails’ series. Hope everyone (especially Evie and Amiee) like it!

Heidi stood in the school parking lot, alone after the bell had rang, watching the rest of the students file in. It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, her best friend Lara had been standing right next to her, giggling and gossiping about the other girls in their class. But now, Lara was gone. She had been sent to boarding school, leaving Heidi all alone in their small town high school.

Heidi had been a geeky freshman before she met Lara who brought out the mean girl in her. Quite literally. The two had become fast friends due to their love of math and reading and hung out all the time but it was Lara who suggested they go to the salon and get their nails done. Heidi had been apprehensive at first, hating the superficial nature of a salon, but Aimee the owner put her at ease with her almost trance like soothing words.

Unbeknownst to both girls, the salon specialized in magic nails and once Aimee had put on the first nail it had sealed Heidi’s fate of becoming a mean girl. Lara had watched in horror as her best friend transformed before her eyes into a beautiful but heartless bitch.

However after Heidi was done, it was Lara’s turn and Heidi made sure she got it done. Heidi watched with delight as Lara transformed into her bitchy besty. After that day they were unstoppable.

Heidi became the queen bitch of their school, and Lara was her loyal number two. Together, they controlled the school, teasing and tormenting anyone who dared to cross them.

But now, as she sat alone in her empty classroom, Heidi couldn't help but wonder who she was without Lara. She just wasn’t having as much fun bullying or teasing.

“Oh honey that’s because you need a beta.” Aimee said to her one day when Heidi spilled her guts to her over a new manicure session.

“You are meant to rule like a true blue bitch. But you need a beta bitch to laugh at your jokes, compliment you, gossip with. It’s what gives you power. Can’t you bring me a girl to make into a new bitchy bestie for you?” Aimee said but she knew the answer.

“No, you know I can’t even afford these. If I hadn’t got Lara to pay for these in advance I wouldn’t even have these maintenance sessions and I’d be back to being dorky and lame.” Heidi said with a shudder.

“Well you’ll just have to find someone bitchy enough then but good luck finding anyone who can match that creation of mine.” Aimee said thinking back on Lara. She had been a fun corruption to do and a profitable one as well. Lara’s dad was filthy rich and once Lara became a superficial mean bitch she embraced the stereotype of spoilt rich daddy’s girl.

Aimee finished up and said goodbye to Heidi who felt refreshed from her nail top up but also still unsure what her next moves should be. That’s when Evie, the salon receptionist pulled her aside secretly.

“I couldn’t help but over hear your dilemma and I think I can help. I’ve been working on a new set of nails and I need someone to test them on.” Evie said in a hushed tone that made Heidi slightly uneasy.

“Well you must have heard that I can’t afford anything new and besides I don’t like the idea about being your science project.” Heidi said coldly.

“Not for you silly, for your potential new bestie. You bring me a girl and I’ll make you a new BFF. For free. No cost and no risk to you. What do you say?” Evie said.

Heidi’s eyes narrowed as she thought it over. It did sound like it was all upsides so what did she have to lose? Heidi nodded and accepted the plan.

“Then it’s a deal. Find me a blank canvas and I’ll give you a masterpiece. Oh and don’t tell Aimee, it’ll be our little secret.” Evie said with a wink.

As soon as Heidi was in school the next day she got to work on finding a new girl to become her number two, but she quickly realized that most of the other girls were lacking. The problem was that most had already been through years of bullying from herself and Lara. None of them would believe that she wanted to be friends with them now. She could never convince them to come to the nail salon with her, they’d all believe it was a trap. She could force one of them but it was too risky.

That’s when Heidi's gaze settled on Mia, the bookish plain girl in her class who was practically invisible to everyone else. Mia was the perfect candidate, a blank canvas just waiting to be painted. She was smart, but shy and timid, with no real friends to speak of. Best of all, she had just moved there from another school and had no history with Heidi or Lara.

Despite this it wasn't easy at first. Mia was wary of Heidi's advances, and it took some time for Heidi to win her over. Heidi was patient, taking things slow and building a genuine connection with Mia. She listened to Mia's problems and offered advice, and before long, Mia began to open up and trust Heidi. It was the perfect opportunity for Heidi to make her move.

"Come on, Mia, it'll be fun," Heidi said, grinning at her friend. "We'll go to the city and get our nails done and have a girls' day out. What do you say?"

Mia hesitated, fidgeting with the edges of her book. "I don't know, Heidi. I don't really like long nails. They make me feel uncomfortable."

Heidi rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You're always cooped up in the library, studying. You deserve a little bit of pampering. And besides, the salon I'm talking about is different. They have these special nails. Trust me, you'll love them."

Mia's eyes widened as she looked at her phone. "How come this place doesn’t have any reviews? It also says it’s closed when you want to go. It all sounds a little sketchy."

"It's not sketchy at all," Heidi insisted. "I go all the time and they're amazing. They helped give me the confidence and assertiveness I needed to stand up for myself. You deserve that too, Mia. You deserve to feel powerful and in control. I asked them to open early just for us."

Mia looked uncertain, but Heidi could see the temptation in her eyes. She knew she had Mia hooked.

"Please, Mia," Heidi begged, giving her friend an imploring look. "Just give it a try. I promise you won't regret it. Plus you’re always saying how much your biting your nails, this way it won’t be your actual nails."

Mia instinctively went to bite her nails out of nervousness and realized Heidi was right. She sighed and nodded. "Okay, fine. But if anything weird happens, I'm blaming you."

Heidi grinned triumphantly. "You won't regret it, I promise. Now come on, let's go get beautiful!"

Heidi and Mia arrived at the salon, a sense of excitement and nervousness in the air.

"Okay, so what do we do?" Mia asked, looking around nervously.

"First, we pick out the colors and styles we want," Heidi said, leading the way to the display of nail polish. "Then we sit down in the chairs and let the professionals take care of the rest."

Mia nodded, still looking uncertain. "And these nails, they're not going to hurt or anything, right?"

"Of course not," Heidi reassured her. "They're completely safe. And trust me, the benefits are worth it."

As they sat down in the chairs, Heidi secretly winked at Evie who was sitting at the station with Mia. Evie smiled back at her and replaced the nails Mia had chosen with a new set she had hidden away.

“Hey what about the set I picked out?” Mia said sounding concerned.

“I need to apply these first, these are what we consider a ‘foundation’ set. Once these have been placed on we can then add your selection.” Evie said with a smile that unnerved Mia slightly.

Mia looked over at Heidi, her hand already at her mouth biting her nails and a worried expression on her face. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Heidi smiled and squeezed Mia's hand. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Just trust me."

As Evie began to work on their nails, Heidi watched with a sense of satisfaction. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. Soon, Mia would be a mean girl, and together, they would rule the school.

However as the magic nails were applied to Mia's fingers she was disappointed to see no change in Mia’s physical appearance. When Heidi had first put them on her hair grew thick and long, her breasts big and round and her skin smooth and tan. Mia looked the same with nearly all the nails on. Evie sensing Heidi’s disappointment launched into conversation with Mia.

“Ok Mia, we’re almost done with these, do you still want me to put on your choice of nails after this?” Aimee asked and Heidi watched with interest.

“Hmmm? Sorry I was a million miles away. The other nails? Ugh no I don’t know what I was thinking, these are perfect. I want to keep these.” Mia said in a slightly bratty voice putting Heidi’s worries slightly to rest.

“You just need to be patient with this new formula. It’s designed to release her ‘bitchification’ more gradual that yours or Lara’s did but should be more potent in the end. The slow release should also help her accept the change easier, if she figures out what’s happening too soon her body may reject them.” Evie said to Heidi alone as Mia waited outside after her nails were completed.

Mia couldn’t stop looking at her nails, admiring how they looked, they almost looked foreign on top of her tomboyish body and dress sense.

“Nails like these should have some tight outfits to match, just imagine how good they would look against a sleek and shiny dress wrapped around your curves.” A voice whispered in her mind making her nod in agreement. A change was in order.

“Come on Heidi, I want to go shopping!” Mia shouted from outside in a commanding tone that made Heidi reflectively yell “coming!” back to her.

Heidi watched Mia with curiosity for the rest of the day. Mia seemed more assured of herself as she strolled around the mall and dipped into store after store. She also appeared to have a new fashion sense. She picked out quite the mean girl attire that was certainly an improvement on her baggy hoodies and sweatpants.

“This was great today Heidi, thanks for convincing me to get these hawt nails.” Mia said as Heidi dropped her off at her house after their day of shopping.

“No problem Babe, I knew you’d love them. It’s going to be so good showing you off tomorrow at school. See you then.” Heidi said driving off. Mia felt a surge of excitement for tomorrow. She had always been one to fade into the background at school but now was looking forward to the limelight. In fact it was making her kind of horny. By the time she was up in her room the wicked voice had returned and was whispering in her head once more.

“Wouldn’t it feel so hawt to finger yourself with your new claws? It would be even hotter if you watched yourself do it in the mirror.”

She shoved her hand into her jeans and went straight for her aching pussy. She moaned as she felt the delight of stroking her clit with her new long nails on her. She stared at her reflection, watching herself finger her pussy.

“You’re going to look so fucking good tomorrow, all eyes will be on you.” The voice said making a soft moan escape Mia’s lips as she began picturing the scene of her strolling beside Heidi taking in everyone’s looks.

“Yesss everyone won’t be able to take their eyes off me.” She moaned as she imagined the scene.

As she massaged inside her pussy over and over again the formula of the nails started to react with her wetness, stripping off the coating ever so slightly. She groaned as her body began to react to the direct absorption of the formula.

Her breasts seemed to grow fuller and more pronounced, and her lips became plumper and more sensual. Even her hair seemed to change, lightening to a dyed blonde and took on more body and shine. Mia gasped as she watched her body change before her eyes but far from being afraid of what it meant, she hungered for more.

"Yesss! Don't stop! Keep going!" Mia exclaimed, her eyes glowing with a manic energy as the previous fantasy in her mind changed. She wasn’t strolling beside Heidi, instead Heidi was flanking her like a loyal 2nd. It felt more natural that way in her mind.

“Yesss you’re not a follower, your a leader. You don’t share the spotlight, you own the spotlight!” The voice hissed.

As the transformation continued, Mia's personality began to shift as well. She felt more vain and cold, her once soft and gentle demeanor hardening into something sharp and narcissistic.

"Oh my god, I can't believe how good this feels. I’m so fucking hot," Mia said, her voice dripping with vanity as she climaxed. "I feel so bitchy and bad, I can’t wait to show off myself tomorrow!"

“Why wait? Your hot and horny now! The world deserves to see you. No it NEEDS to see you.” the voice purred in her head and a playful smirk played across Mia’s new pouty lips as she was compelled to agree. She had to get as many eyes on her as possible. She wanted to dance and drink and have a man’s hands all over her body.

As the light caught her nails she knew they were somehow involved with her transformation. It made sense why Heidi was so adamant that they got their nails done and why it was so secretive. What was Heidi’s endgame? Was it something to be worried about? If so why did it feel so good? Questions piled on questions making Mia suddenly anxious and she instinctively went to bite her nails.

However as soon as they touched her lips and she tasted their coating she felt an immediate calm come over her body. A pleasure rippled across her body. Her posture changed making her stand up straight and push out her new bigger tits confidently.

“Why should I be worried? Look at how hot I am now. So what if I’m feeling meaner, more vain, more superior. Heidi clearly wants me to be like this, maybe everyone else will too.” Mia thought to herself while getting lost in her reflection.

Picking up her phone she called Heidi who answered promptly. “Hey babe what’s up?” Heidi asked with slight concern in her voice. She was in uncharted territories with these nails and so wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Let’s hit the club tonight babe, we’re too hawt to be wasted alone indoors.” Mia said as she looked at her nails with glee.

“Really? Tonight? Are you sure your, eh, ready?” Heidi said trying not to sound lame but also worried this was happening too fast and her body would reject the nails. Didn’t Evie say it would take weeks?

“Ugh fine I’ll go by myself if your going to be so boring.” Mia said snapping at Heidi.

“No! No I’ll come, I just didn’t know if you’d be tired after the day we had.” Heidi said trying not to get on her bad side.

“Cool pick me up in 30 minutes, and dress slutty.” Mia said and hung up the phone without saying goodbye. Mia didn’t need 30 minutes to get ready but bossing Heidi around started to stir up her engine again and she needed another go around with herself. She also had a theory to test out about her nails…

Heidi arrived early at Mia’s house and texted her to say she was there. Mia texted her back to tell her to come in and have a pre drink as Mia’s parents were out of town. However as she knocked on the door, Heidi was met by a girl she barely recognized.

“Hey slut, about time you showed up, get a drink into you and let’s hit the club, I’m really feeling myself tonight.” Mia said as she primped herself in the mirror.

Heidi looked at Mia dumbfounded. She was staring at a blonde bombshell, one that looked like Mia’s hotter older sister rather than Mia herself. Her posture was no longer slumped and diminutive but instead she held herself with bitchy confidence. Mia seeing Heidi’s look on her face rolled her eyes.

“You can drop the act now dummy, I know my transformation was all your doing, or rather due to these beauties.” Mia said lovingly showing off her nails which too looked like they had changed too.

“You’re not mad?” Heidi said preparing for the worst.

“Mad? I’m ecstatic! Look at the beautiful bitch I am now! I feel so mean and hawt, I love it! I can’t wait to get out there and show the world what I can do now that I’m not some loser dork anymore.” Mia purred with a glint of mania in her eyes.

Heidi beamed at her. She was certainly more sexy and confident than Lara ever was. Maybe she was ready for the world to see her.

At the club Mia was a sight to behold. She strutted into it like she owned the place. She basked in the lingering looks from all the men and women in the club. Pulling Heidi onto the dance floor she played coy with everyone, only focusing on Heidi.

Heidi for her part was captivated by Mia. It was amazing to see what a transformation she had undergone in such a short amount of time. Heidi knew the nails were amazing but something about this transformation felt different. Mia had a different energy. Heidi also knew that a new force had arrived and couldn’t wait until tomorrow for when they would have the real fun at school.

Mia spotted a group of staring men sitting nearby and broke off from Heidi to go talk to them. Well that’s what Heidi thought until Mia started to rub up against one of them. It was like watching a private lap dance at a strip club. The man was clearly enjoying it and tried to talk but with a wink to Heidi, Mia put a finger up to his lips and cheekily slipped it into his mouth. For a second Heidi could have sworn that she saw the man twitch for a moment before eagerly sucking her finger which turned into kisses down her arm and onto her neck.

Heidi watched as Mia straddled the man and kissed him deeply while the other guys watched and hooted. Mia broke off from the kiss to whisper something into the man’s ear, all the while having an evil grin on her perfect lips. The man nodded and gently slid Mia into the seat beside him before standing up and suddenly jumping on top of his friends, pummelling any of them within arms reach.

Heidi and everyone else watched in shock at the explosive scene. Everyone that was except Mia who was watching the fight with joy playing across her face. Mia watched it unfold getting steadily hornier and hornier, stroking her tits with her nails. Grabbing a nearby guy she kissed him deeply while digging her nails into his neck. He recoiled just for a moment before being dragged willingly out of the club by Mia. Heidi tried to follow them out but by the time she got outside they were gone.

Heidi went home soon after that, mainly because the ruckus in the club made it hard to get back in. She texted Mia to see if she was ok but didn’t get a reply until the morning.

“Where the fuck are you?” The message from Mia read Heidi was about to leave for school when the message came in. Heidi panicking called Mia.

“Mia are you ok? Where are you?” Heidi asked worried.

“Where am I? Where the fuck are you? You’re suppose to be picking me up this morning.” Mia snapped back at her.

“Oh sorry I just thought because you left with some guy last night that-” Heidi began before Mia cut her off.

“Your not suppose to think! That’s my job. You’re just suppose to do! Understand? Whatever. Just get over here in 5 minutes or find a new friend to hang out with.” Mia said, her voice oozing with contempt and hanging up.

Heidi felt kind of pissed at Mia but still sped over as fast as she could and waited for Mia who, despite demanding Heidi get over quickly, took 20 minutes before emerging from her house. Heidi couldn’t believe it but she looked different again. She looked blonder, meaner, and hotter.

“About time. Is that what you’re wearing to school?” Mia said getting into the car and looking at Heidi with mild disgust.

“Yeah? Is something wrong with it?” Heidi asked slightly nervous.

“Just don’t stand so close to me when we are in school.” Mia said touching up her makeup in the passenger mirror.

“Cute earrings though. Give them to me.” Mia said with a hand outstretched.

“W-what?” Heidi asked confused.

“Did I stutter? Give me your earrings. They’ll look better on me.” Mia said glaring at Heidi who felt her face flush. She awkwardly took off her earrings as she drove and gave them to Mia who put them on.

“They look great on you babe.” Heidi said trying to break the tension. She didn’t understand why Mia was acting so cruel to her. Lara never did this and yet Heidi was desperate for Mia’s approval for some reason.

“No duh. I feel great today too. After my night last night how could I not.” Mia said with a smirk to herself remembering the fun she had last night. She had figured out that her nails didn’t just effect her but had the ability to effect (or more accurately infect) others. Every time she used them she felt more cruel and evil as a result which only turned her on more.

At school everyone made whispers about who this new girl was, showing just how invisible Mia once was. Mia strutted down the crowded hallway of the high school, her designer heels clicking against the linoleum floor. She scanned the sea of students, searching for a target.

Finally, her gaze landed on a group of girls huddled around their locker. Mia smirked and approached them, Heidi following close behind.

"Hey losers," Mia sneered, leaning against the locker next to them. "What are you even wearing? Did you raid a thrift store or something?"

The girls looked down at their outfits, shame and embarrassment written all over their faces. Mia cackled with laughter as she sauntered away, leaving the girls feeling small and belittled.

Mia reveled in the power she held over her classmates now, enjoying the feeling of superiority it gave her. She didn't care who she hurt or what she said, as long as she was getting attention and causing chaos.

Heidi loved watching Mia at work but was starting to feel more and more on the receiving end of her wrath. She was feeling left out of the fun Heidi was having. Mia bossed Heidi around like she was some lackey but worse still was Heidi followed her commands obediently. Heidi didn’t want to get on the bad side of the girl who was clearly running the show now. That was until Mia started to make new friends.

It started small with a girl called Daphne, a shy, unassuming girl who Mia took an interest in one day. Heidi watched as Mia belittled Daphne like she had done to a dozen other girls that week but when Daphne failed to scurry away like the rest Mia smirked at Daphne and told her to come with her to the bathroom. Heidi naturally followed but Mia told her to wait outside.

They were in the bathroom for 10 minutes before re-emerging and when they did Daphne looked different. Mia had clearly shared her makeup and clothes with her but Daphne also had a mean glint in her eye that Heidi recognized from Mia. Daphne whispered something in Mia’s ear upon seeing Heidi waiting for them and Mia laughed deeply. The two girls walked off with locked arms like Heidi and Lara used to do.

And so it went for the next week where Mia would start collecting what she called ‘discarded girls’ and would bring them into the bathroom where they would emerge minutes later bitchier and hotter than when they went in. Mia now had a clique of sycophants praising her endlessly and laughing at her jokes. Mia roamed the halls with them flanking her at all times. Heidi was now bringing up the rear, sidelined in the school she once ran, constantly being belittled by the new queen she helped create. When one day Mia gave her a particular dressing down in front of her clique in the locker room, Heidi finally snapped.

“Who they hell do you think you are talking to bitch? Know your place!” Heidi said full of rage. Mia simply giggled at her, seemingly unfazed by her outburst.

“My place? I’m the queen of this god damn school and you’re barely even a blip anymore.” Mia said with a laugh that caused her gang of girls to follow suit.

“We’ll enjoy it while it lasts because those nails have a shelf life and you’ll be hitting your expiration date soon enough. I’ve seen your house and know you can’t afford another session, you can’t even afford a car to get you to school every day.” Heidi said with venom behind every syllable. For the first time in awhile Heidi saw the smirk be wiped from Mia’s face. Rather than feeling triumphant though, Heidi felt her blood run cold as Mia stared at her intensely.

Mia snapped her fingers and her clique rushed Heidi pinning her down on the locker room floor. Mia click clacked slowly over to her, savouring the moment.

“I’ve seen how you live too and it begs the question how do you afford to stay as powerful as you do but you’re going to tell me all of your secrets.” Mia said bending down close to Heidi.

“Like hell I am.” Heidi said still defiant but feeling like she had lost.

“Oh dear you don’t really have a choice.” Mia said with a wink as she ran her hand up Heidi’s thigh, across her stomach and up to her neck where she dug her nails in suddenly. Heidi wanted to scream out but found herself unable to do so. She heard Mia’s voice in her head telling her to do things she would never do but was feeling strangely compelled to do so.

LATER

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Aimee said on the other end of the phone not really believing what she was hearing.

“Oh yes Aimee. I’m moving away and it’s only right that someone gets my lifetime of nails. I can’t think of anyone more suited than Mia. You’ll love her.” Heidi said as Mia watched on approvingly. Heidi loved that Mia was making her give up her power. Heidi knew now that she didn’t deserve them. Not like Mia who did. She deserved everything.

“Ok if you insist. I look forward to meeting her.” Aimee said scratching Heidi out of her client book and replacing her with Mia.

“Just one other thing. She has requested that Evie do her nails. Is that ok?” Heidi asked.

“Well Evie doesn’t do nails anymore after an… incident we had but if your friend really wants her I guess we can make an exception this one time.” Aimee said while looking over at a bored Evie working reception. Maybe it was time to bring her back into the fold.

“Great. Thanks for everything Aimee!” Heidi said before hanging up.

“Was that to your liking Mistress?” Heidi asked eager to please Mia now. Mia for her part looked satisfied if a little diminished. Turning Heidi against herself proved to be very draining for Mia and she would need a nail session very soon. But she knew she still had a little time and figured the best way to spend it would be watching Heidi willingly remove her own magic nails.

A WEEK LATER

“These are gorgeous, I feel refreshed. Thanks Evie.” Mia said as Evie finished putting on a fresh set of nails for her. They looked even stronger and bitchier than before, Mia couldn’t wait to try them out.

“Don’t get into too much trouble now.” Evie said with a smirk to Mia who returned the smile.

“You ready girls?” Mia said to her friends who had just finished getting their nails done too. Of course Mia’s set was unique to her but she made sure her girls got some cheaper beta nails to save her having to infect them every time her power was warring off.

“What about her over there, she hasn’t had her turn yet.” Evie said pointing to the corner when a somewhat homely girl stood holding everyone’s bags.

“Who? Hedy? No she won’t be getting any. She won’t until she’s learned her lesson isn’t that right Hedy?” Mia called out to the girl once known as Heidi.

“That’s right mistress.” Hedy replied cheerily. One by one Aimee watch the transformed girls take their bags from Hedy and leave the store. Of course she was happy for the business but something wasn’t sitting right with her about Mia and her friends and something was so familiar about Hedy.

Mia left the salon her head held high and her chest sticking out as her friends waited for her orders. She loved being the queen and no one was taking that away from her now. How could they when she was nailing it?

THE END

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #corrupted nails #evil bitch #power transfer #unofficial sequel

[abs0luteb4stard]

To my friend Niko. 💙🩷🤍🩷💙

I'll never know if it was an accidental OD or intentional suicide or what... I was lucky a friend of his was kind enough to tell me that he died. I was too afraid to ask anymore of a stranger. It had been weeks or months of inactivity before I was told. My suspicions were confirmed. Utterly shocked.

That's what happens with long-distance internet friends sometimes. He fucking died just months before my dad's series of medical events that put him into vascular dementia. Now It's been 7 years.

He felt like a soul friend sometimes. So much fun little things in common, coincidences, sadnesses. He got me into TØP, which I can't bring myself to listen to anymore. 🫤 It's not the same without his joy about new songs.

He was the sweetest person. I wish he'd have been able to make his trip here to visit his friend or s/o. My mom and me would've tried to make the trip a few states over to at least say hello give him a hug. He had new yellow suitcase and everything. 😢 It's still unbelievable.

He even liked me enough to tell me his 'dead name'. I forgot it, because Niko was who I knew.🤷🏻‍♂️ But I realized it was a very special trusting thing.

This will never not bother me. It haunts me.

He was always open to talking about being trans, transitioning, and taught me a lot. He cleared a lot of purely innocent misconceptions and ignorance about being trans that I had.

And My dad, who was probably 75ish when I started talking to Niko. My dad had a meager education in 1940s Europe. He was still very accepting and interested in his life, his safety. And was even hurt when I told my dad Niko had been bullied at school like me growing up. Even before his realization that he was transgender. He had a stutter and was smaller than the other kids. That really bothered my dad.

And my mom always asked about him. She always feels motherly for my friends. But Niko had some less than perfect relationship with his mom. And my mom felt heartbroken by that.

So I felt like Niko made a difference for our family just being an open book and a sweetheart. I wish I had the chance to have long in person talks with him one day and share more pictures of our families. Sadly, that'll never come. And I've already forgotten a lot of our texts and things.

He left a hole in my life right when things got incredibly difficult and dark and painful in a lot of horrible ways.

I had support, but he had a special sort of way about him. As shy and anxious as he was, he was a social butterfly through our penpal friendship.

He had his top surgery. He had to wait almost a year. We were so happy.

He sent me this nice picture of him smiling at the hospital with the sun's rays flowing in onto him. It's almost like a dream now.

I guess if there's an afterlife, my dad and uncle are looking out for him from any bullies. And Niko has the body he was meant to all along.

But I often wonder if the difficulties with acceptance didn't contribute to his death through medicating himself. Again, I'll never know. But his death was unnecessary in my eyes even if I didn't have the full story. Because not being unconditionally loved and accepted kills people too. Not being concerned in healthy, helpful ways kills people, too.

But I think he should be remembered today too because he contributed to the change he wanted in the world by being who he was to me, and I would also learn how he was to many other people.

At least I know he changed my world and my parents' world. He is why we don't just accept transpeople in a closeted backseat way.

He is why I am openly vocal for acceptance and caring about transpeople, being their friends. And protecting transgender people.

It was such a strange coincidence again that his favorite band TØP would make a song with his namesake just 2-3 years after he died. It was poetic and sad.

I hope you found peace. 🖤🏳️‍⚧️

#Niko #i miss you #transgender day of remembrance #🏳️‍⚧️ #trans 🏳️‍⚧️ #my thoughts #my journal #LGBTQ #🕯 #Youtube

[thebestworstidea]

so I've found myself in a bit of a problem.

Let's talk about 'corrective bullying' the concept that if someone is doing something wrong it's okay somehow to bully them, gang up on them and make fun of them.

This is about Con Funk. I've encountered confunk once or twice at cons, and yeah, that is the smell of a body that probably should have noticed and showered this morning, because that is almost certainly more than a one day build up (it might not be. Some people just smell worse than others.) It might be their clothes- special clothes that they only wear to cons, and might have forgotten to wash because of that.

(To me, the thick scent of AXE products or Fabreese is just as offensive as body odor. While it makes me wrinkle my nose, body odor has never sent me to my knees, wheezing because I couldn't manage to get a full breath in.)

But that's not the point.

The point is that saying that someone smells is a really fucking easy way to bully someone, whether they smell or not.

it was the first thing the bullies said about me. And no one did anything.

that's not quite true.

the teachers took me aside and gave me a lecture on the importance of hygiene. They singled me out to talk about proper washing habits. As I got older, the firm insistence that deodorant was absolutely necessary for girls like me became a refrain as well. I was given soap at every in school gift exchange.

and now, at forty four ficking years old, I'm sitting here listening to people make jokes about 'if you can afford the con you can afford soap' and looking at a specific type of body. No one thinks that the confunk is coming from a cute cosplayer- and believe me, it can be. Costumes are a bitch to wash, and sweat builds up and the smell of old sweat is horrible.

but it's okay, right? Because they need to know that smelling is unacceptable. It's just a reminder about proper hygiene. It's okay because they deserve it for not following social rules, right?

Maybe it's just perspective and trauma- (I was being accused of being filthy, unwashed and stinky right up until my graduation, no matter what I did) but it really looks the same

#willow is chatty #willow is crying actually #bullying

[fenikorg-talks]

i was thinking of a jjk nocurses!au but i wanted to include sukuna as itadori's twin or sibling but I'm still not sure what kind of relationship he would have with other characters. the relationship with itadori would be pretty much the same as my sister and I given the fact that she's ssoooo cheerful all the time and she hates me for being so pessimistic so I kinda figure that would be their relationship regarding siblings. I wanted to add choso as their adopting older brother and he would pretty much be the same just instead of carrying with the stress of being a curse he would be sad of dropping high school and not going to college, so he would find a job or something to take care of his younger brothers. he would be dating yuki tho. he's a little bit insane, tho, traumatized with his other two brother's death and all. he's overprotective of itadori and sukuna.

with the school wouldn't be so different. they exchanged schools after sukuna got so angry he sent a couple of dudes to the hospital, in their class would be megumi and nobara, obviously, and I wanted to add mahito but figured he could be one or two years up, so junpei would be with them. sukuna would be alone most of the times because he cant get any friends at all and he's jealous of itadori making friends so easily.

i TRULY wanted to have geto be the itadori's foster father but that would just messed up the relationships so much, so he'll be a single dad with two daughters. gojo and geto are together but not in a healthy relationship let me tell you.

like i said the school would be almost the same, gojo is the first year's teacher, the second years are yuta, toge, panda, maki, and (couse there are no courses I wanted to add them as persons as well) mahito, their teacher would be kusakabe, and the third years would be hakari, kirara, hajime, jogo and hanami (I don't know where to put dagon) their teacher would be the principal

rika did died in an accident but far older, so its more resent and yuta is a little bit insane for it, tho itadori understands it somehow because of his grandpa and they become friends. todo is the always besto friendo but they met in an exchange of the two schools like in the canon but very differently. when he finds out his master is dating itadori's brother he cant decide to curse him or to hug him. he's definitely getting jealous every time itadori calls sukuna his brother, (or any of his brothers in general, but he sees sukuna daily so.) maki and him are great friends because of the martial arts, and she somewhat gets along with sukuna, when he's not being an asshole. panda is clingy with anyone in general and everyone is surprise when he is also with sukuna. he always pushes him away but panda insists and now sukuna doesn't care anymore. megumi and sukuna fight A LOT, and kugisaki bullies sukuna. the only reason sukuna doesn't bully her back is because of itadori, no one knows it but he's a menace.

toge likes yuta but his dating maki whoop.

mahito is wierdly obsessed with junpei and stalks him but sukuna seeing he's friends with itadori scares him away

hanami and jogo are best friends and took the job to be dagon's parents XD

for obvious reasons shoko is the nurse and she sees the first years almost daily, ijichi and nitta are also teachers but for specific subjects, they teach to every class and they're tired

megumi lives with toji and tsumiki and im planning to make his mother die in the story timeline, idk I want pain. toji teaches ONE TIME a special self defense in the school for everyone and now every time gojo and he see each other they fight and get all beefy and megumi is so embarrassed he wants to die and he starts going home alone so he cant hear them.

the third years are so split up you never see them together. jogo and hanami are always together but never with the others, the same with hakari and kirara. no one knows where the heck is hajime most of the time. the third years don't like each other and they say so publicly but then they're playing basketball against the second years and they play as if they've played a thousand times together and win and everyone is so shocked because they looked even bored of being there. they are just bored of life and wants to get out of school (I should know, next year is my last and I'm already exhausted). one time happened that they were on a school trip the five of them and the principal and some wierdo called out to kirara and every one else was just so ready to beat the hell out of the guy. the principal put them in line tho so there was no beating. they have each other's back even tho they hate each other, and sukuna admires every one of them even when he thinks he still can beat everyone.

one time jogo challenged sukuna into a fight cause he heard how he got expelled from his other school, but got confused and fought with itadori. he got beat up anyway but now he thinks sukuna is a caring bastard who cant shut up about wanting to go home and cook his older brother a healing soup or something. from time to time he would see itadori all friendly and smily and then insults sukuna about it and he's just confused because from where the heck does this idiot get mixed information?

hajime is friends with toge, dont ask me how that came out but they just are. they also share little secrets and common dispairs no one else knows (if you know what I mean *winkwink*)

in the other school we have the principal yoshinobu who teaches the first students arata and uraume (yes I add him so what) poor them, the second years would be miwa, mai, and kokichi (there are no curses so mechamaru doesn't exist, tho they still call him mechamaru but its for other reason we'll see later) utahime is their teacher, and the third years, noritoshi, todo and momo, their teacher is mei mei who teaches them very cuestionable subjects, they just roll with it. everyone is a little bit scared of uraume, for different things each.

after the exchange meeting uraume became obsessed with sukuna and follows him around everywhere out of scholar hours, and its making him uncomfortable at this point, because its not the same as panda its more like stalking and its freaking him out. itadori makes the same thing as sukuna did with mahito, but uraume is now terrified of him to the point of getting a little bit scare when sukuna talks to him thanks to the similarities.

momo miwa and mai invited arata to an all girls night once because they thought he would like it. and he did. he's never admitting it in front of his sister tho.

against all beliefs, noritoshi, megumi and toge are great friends, tho noritoshi not always understands their conversations. they like to go study together and maybe drink coffee like old ladies do. sukuna once saw this when shopping for the week and its making fun of them with kugisaki. that's the only time kugisaki and sukuna have been nice to each other too

everyone is rooting kokichi into cofessing to miwa. kokishi is dying inside because he thought he wasn't being so obvious. miwa knows this but she also knows kokishi wants to be the first one to take action so she lets it be. and Is also funny seeing him in distress so.

todo and mai go shopping together. sometimes they invite noritoshi just so they can change his wardrobe of three shirts and two pants. they sometimes meet with kugisaki and panda and other times with hakari and kirara. todo and hakari fights everytime and mei invites kirara for an icecream.

i dont want a lot of people dating because this would be as a sukuna pov and he would simply not get interested in that and I want him to talk to everyone at least once so that should do.

this came out longer than i thought

give me more ideas pleas.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfiction #itadori and sukuna are sibling #or twins #cant decide #more likely twins #i wont tag every character #sorry #itadori yuuji #ryoumen sukuna #i will give it a tag for more ideas #nocoursesau #i cant spell #weird #jjk #fenikorg talks

[not-that-dillinger]

Edcanons: School Ed-ition

(Or: Ed gets an Ed-ucation)

(okay I'll stop with the puns sorry!)

The muses have decided I should hyperfixate on Ed's younger years and what his experiences with school were like (Probably has to do with watching Mean Girls for the first time but who knows). So here are thoughts...

cw for bullying, drug abuse, and suicide (lmk if I need to tag anything else)...

(under the cut because of cws and also because Wall Of Text)

Elementary:

Everyone knew Ed's father was in prison when Ed was in elementary. There was no avoiding it. The other kids knew it and the Teachers knew it. This lead to a lot of bullying from the other kids.

A lot of the bullying was physical and even resulted in a broken wrist that didn't heal right, but there was at least just as much verbal abuse.

Some of the bullies would blame things (starting fights, stealing things, anything) on him, and because his father was in prison, the teachers often believed the bullies even if he denied it.

He ended up in the principal's office a lot.

Ed was the kid that was constantly reading in class, and reading books far above the level most of the other kids in his grade were reading.

Only real friend was the librarian's daughter. By second grade he usually hid in the library during recess and after class to avoid the bullies.

His vision was bad enough that he needed glasses by third grade.

Fifth grade was hell because his parents were going through divorce.

Middle School:

His father kept moving him between schools, from fifth grade through ninth.

Dillinger Sr. often had his assistant look after Ed while he was out on business for fCon.

Ed also got dragged along on his father's business trips every so often when his assistant couldn't be around to watch after Ed. Ed's classmates were jealous but Ed was always miserable on them.

The longest he stayed at a single school was a year, sometimes he got moved in the middle of the year.

The schools quickly got out of walking/bus range which meant that Dillinger Sr. had to drive him to school, which he wasn't very happy about.

This also resulted in Ed being stuck at school until 5 a lot because his father had late meetings and couldn't pick him up or get his assistant to do it.

Making true friends was very difficult for him. He had some that just wanted to hang around him because his father was rich and thought they could exploit him.

There were some toxic friendships, but at least they were 'friends', right?

Moving schools made it difficult to form any actual connections with his classmates.

The bullying only got worse, including some destroying his books, shoving him into his locker, stealing his lunch, and trying to force him to eat peanuts (peanut allergies) or bread (celiac's disease).

He almost died from the latter and his father was more annoyed at being pulled away from work and having to sit with Ed in the hospital than he was concerned for Ed's health.

The library was his safe space and he spent a lot of time there, but it only helped so much.

Despite all this Ed maintained straight A's in all of his classes.

The one time he got a B in history his father grounded him for a month.

High School:

By the time he was in high school his anxiety was so bad from all the bullying that he frequently got panic attacks.

He got sent to the nurse for one once and when he begged her not to call his father, decided he was faking it for attention.

After that he learned to tell when he was going to panic and would excuse himself to the bathroom and deal with it there.

The smaller class size of his advanced courses helped marginally with the anxiety but he still had frequent panic attacks.

Some time near the beginning of his sophomore year (after getting moved schools for the nth and final time) another kid caught him panicking in the bathroom and got the special education teacher to attempt to help him.

The special education teacher walked him to the nurse, which only made things worse when the nurse suggested calling his father.

It turned into a whole thing but eventually resulted in Ed getting accommodations to sit in the special education classroom while he worked on assignments without his father knowing about it.

The bullying did not stop.

He spent the afternoons at the school library while he waited for his father until the teacher in charge of the theatre club invited him to hang out with them while he waited.

As it turned out a good number of the kids in the theatre club were in his advanced classes.

At first he just sat in a corner and read or worked on homework, but eventually some of the others convinced him to help with the set and costumes, and help the others practice their lines.

Which is how he ended up working the lighting for one of school plays.

During the second play Ed worked the set of, one of the main kids playing the main antagonist ended up in the hospital and couldn't do their part for the show, and so the rest of the Theatre club conscripted Ed to fill in.

As it turns out, Ed was really good at it from helping everyone with their lines and memorizing all the cues while doing stage setup and lighting and everything else.

The rest of the theatre club conscript him play as the villain in the next production.

Ed is startlingly good at acting. The rest of the Theatre Club continued to conscript him to play the villains.

Joining Theatre Club and acting in the plays did WONDERS for Ed's self confidence.

He also ended up making real friends with most of the others.

This also helped with his anxiety and panic disorder to the point where it was reasonably managed.

Ed graduated top of his class but his mental health was still absolutely wrecked.

His father never learned that he did theatre.

College:

Ed had his pick of colleges and could have gone anywhere he wanted.

His father expected him to go to a prestigious school, ideally either one in California or MIT.

Ed refused to apply to any of the state schools because he knew he needed to get away from his father.

He applied to MIT and got in but ended up choosing Carnegie Mellon in Pittsburgh.

His father expected him to do Computer Science, and made it abundantly clear he would not pay for Ed's tuition if he did anything else.

Ed did Computer Science... but also did minors in business and theatre.

Business because his father expected him to eventually run fCon and theatre because he enjoyed it in high school.

He and his freshman roommate ended up as good friends, though his best friend was Hjørdis, Danish Navy veteran who served in Greenland.

Ed ended up adopting her child after she died.

The freedom after living with a very strict parent for so long kinda got to his head and he did a lot of reckless things.

He also did all the stereotypical bad kid things just because he knew it would piss off his dad.

This included doing drugs (heroin?) and he ended up addicted.

Addiction lead to failing classes which lead to a panic attack so bad he attempted suicide by overdose at the end of the spring semester freshman year.

He spent the summer recovering from both the addiction and suicide attempt as well as taking classes.

He stopped doing drugs cold turkey with the help of Hjørdis.

At the end of his sophomore year he had recovered in courses enough that he applied for an internship at Encom knowing the chances of getting it were slim but knowing it was a foot in the door and likely his best chance of getting away from his father.

Someone on the internship application committee saw his potential and was willing to give him a chance despite his questionable record and ties to fCon.

Ed never found out who it was but is ever grateful.

(It was very likely Alan Bradely)

The internship broke anything good about his relationship with his father (if there was anything to begin with).

he impressed the people he worked with so much they offered him the internship again summer before his senior year and then a job once he graduated.

Ed did not graduate at the top of his class because of the stuff that went on Freshman year but did graduate magna cum laude.

#cw suicide #cw drug abuse #cw bullying #/* uh... there's probably more that should be tagged lmk if I missed any */ #the voice from the void #edcanons #musings: ed

[ichayalovesyou]

Star Trek is A Life Raft

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the nature of my hyperfixation with Star Trek the way I tend to do with most of the things I feel like I might be obsessing over “too much” because my self hypercriticality never sleeps even if my body does.

I’m always afraid, however rightly or wrongly, that I will develop an unhealthy relationship with a piece of media that’ll somehow consume my life and alienate me from my peers. Even though it never actively sabotaged my life, nor alienated me from anyone I felt was worth keeping in it.

Still, I keep asking myself “Why can’t I let this one go? Why won’t it let me go? Why can I not talk about it, even when it’s not immediately relevant? Even around strangers who have no clue what I’m talking about? Why is it always in the back of my mind even when I’m hyper focused on other things?” even though I know part of that is me being neurodivergent, I know a lot of it just… isn’t.

I don’t associate Star Trek with the feelings I associate with my normal hyperfixations, I wouldn’t even call it a special interest, my love for it is derived from the same place my creative passions come from. The same place where my desire to create gives me, not to be dramatic, but my will to live comes from. That everpresent spiritual need to write and to analyze and to draw and to sing and to make videos comes from the same emotions I associate with this fictional universe.

I was writing fanfiction (poorly disguised as original material) for this universe before I even knew what fanfiction was (let alone accepting the fact that it was okay to write and to love it). I have an incredibly distinct memory of the summer between elementary and middle school, right as my best friend and I were getting a little “too old” to play pretend. We were basically role playing TNG in his backyard, or more like, I was being a bit of a control freak and infodumping and drawing about it. I realized he wasn’t having fun, so we stopped, and I told him how important Star Trek was to me and how I wanted to make something just like it. It was then, at the ripe age of 12, that I realized I desperately wanted to be a writer. It is a dream I have not let go of since, that has Star Trek inherently baked into its core.

Looking back on it, there is no part of my life that hasn’t been touched by Star Trek in some way. I literally don’t have memories of that show not being at least in my peripheral. (Time to get VERY EMOTIONAL under the cut!!)

I could hear my parents watching Voyager after I was sent to bed when I was really little. Janeway and Chakotay’s voices are almost as familiar to me as my parents’ voices. No matter how long the bouts between me trying to finally finish the series are 😅

I first watched Star Trek myself (instead of it just being on in the distance while I was in bed) when I was about 5 or 6 years old. The first episode I watched was Yesteryear, I watched Spock get bullied and feel like an outcast who just wasn’t normal, and imprinted on him like a duckling long, looooong before I watched TOS.

I got introduced to TNG right as my parents separated and my mom got together with a more… unpleasant, partner. I would stay up late or hide in my closet watching TNG through the Netflix app on my iPod to drown out their disagreements and to stave off my nightmares. I would pretend and theorize that maybe I was an Android like Data when I couldn’t figure out social situations in elementary school. I even auditioned for my high school’s drama class using Picard’s closing defense of Data from “A Measure of A Man”. I couldn’t think of anything else more powerful than that that I could possibly deliver, even if we were technically told to do one from a play. I took the L of getting a couple points taken off for that because it was inherently, extremely important to my 15 year old self to say those words out loud on stage to my peers even if I couldn’t articulate why. As if, through emulating Picard defending Data, I was advocating for my own personhood.

I watched most of DS9 (and a bit of Voyager) with my earbuds in to tune out the overstimulation I didn’t know I was experiencing through middle and highschool. Like the rest of my life, I was using Star Trek as a life raft to cope with a world that would not accept or accomadate me as I was. The inherent (if accidental) transness of many of the characters in DS9 helped me cope and understand when my sibling came out as non-binary to my family and our mother had a very hard time accepting it (as did I, who doesn’t inherit their parents misgivings). I got attached to Julian very quickly, and YEARS later, during the pandemic, I realized why the gender complexity made me so uncomfortable. Bashir, in all his awkwardness and half-earned cockiness, in all his rebellion against what his parents designed him to be, he would help me realize that I too was trans. 🏳️‍⚧️

When the pandemic hit, I got very, very isolated very quickly (as did we all). I also quickly, violently learned “do not kill the cringe inside of you, kill the part of you that cringes” which made me finally stop acting like I had any pride to lose and to actually watch TOS. Returning to Spock after many, many, many years of deliberately avoiding The Original Series. Not only did I discover the shocking amount (to me at the time) of excellent, timeless social commentary therein. More important than that, more than exploring the unknown, more important than knowing the right thing, more important than anything else, is the power of friendship. The triumvirate is the beating heart of that series. Most especially, the bond between Spock & Kirk. It is an incredibly rare thing for a relationship to bend reality, break time, transcend labels, and even transcend death the way that theirs does. To reach for someone who seems to be farthest from you. It’s something I continue to be in awe of, transcending brotherhood, transcending friendship, transcending romance, there’s something strange, even queer about it 🏳️‍🌈. I may even be so bold as to say, that after ten years of defiantly durable friendship, I may have realized I have a t’hy’la of my own. ❤️

Then, again, like it always does, as huge changes for better and worse in my life rock me to my core. As I wade into the waters of becoming an independent young adult, Star Trek is there to hand me a desperately needed life raft, and yet I need it more and less than I ever have. Characters like Spock, Data, and Julian Bashir were touchstones of my figuring out who I was as a kid. My sense of connection to Captain Pike (and the shows in which he’s featured) is something new. A life raft based in the things I know I am, and striving to become.

I could, and have already as much followers can attest, go on and on about the many facets of this character that I recognize in myself. He has given myself (and I’m certain others who identify with him) a great many gifts. This is the first time in my life that a male character in a position of power exhibited the same kind of masculinity I identify with the most, and that it was received by fans and in-universe as something overwhelmingly positive. The mere notion of it gives me an overwhelming sense of gender euphoria. As a trans man who doesn’t quite fit and never will, visually or in personality, the typical expectations of masculinity.

His struggle lies in allowing others to help him, when he builds himself around supporting others, something I also relate to. His struggle with impending disability is one with which I’m achingly familiar. The questions his sacrificial destiny raises regarding the religions he grew up influenced by. That innate desire to foster others and a need to be needed. Being unable to prevent himself from throwing his entire being into the work he is passionate about. He’s even given me an avenue through which to heal from some of the more, intimate, ways I was abused. I can’t put into words how much that means to me. Nor how healing it has been to let myself be so unashamedly attracted to someone and willing to explore that in a written, creative way.

The best part is that Pike really is just some guy! He’s a good one, but his strengths lie in the balancing act of knowing he is unremarkable while also understanding how valuable his personhood is to others. He is content with who he is, he doesn’t need to make history in a tangible way. He just needs to focus on being alive, and being kind, and knowing he’s not alone. Pike becomes (like I have) somebody who can reach out to those characters that are convinced they are completely alone in the universe (like Spock) and tell them it’s okay, and that they’re gonna be fine even if it doesn’t feel that way right now. His relationship to Spock and to his crew, that sense of compassion and paternity, at this point in my life I live in the between space of serving as a paternal figure and desperately needing (and even finding!) one. Realizing you’re not the center of the universe, but not alone in it, and being okay with the person you’ve become is a quintessential step across the threshold of childhood into being a happy adult. Captain Pike has, and still is, profoundly helping me do that.

People always talk about transformative works but, how are you supposed to feel when a single universe transforms you three, four, five times and still counting? How are you supposed to be normal about something that you can contribute most of your most personal moments self-realization to? Why would you EVER want to be normal, when a piece of fiction has done so much for you that not even one of the longest social media posts you’ve ever made hardly scratches the surface of how you feel about it? That every social media post, text, discord comment, or rant you’ve ever done about the topic doesn’t break the surface of the depth of your obsession? Of it’s meaning for you?

And I’m sure I’m not the first, only, or let alone the last person to feel this way about the franchise. I mean, just look at us!! Look at what we’ve done! What Star Trek and it’s insane, beautiful, unhinged Trekkies have done for the world! We reach for the stars, pull beautiful love stories out of the woodwork, save whales, create elaborate fanzines and costume culture. I couldn’t be more proud to be just one part of it in its 55 year legacy! Couldn’t be happier to be a Trekkie, there really isn’t anything else like it.

So maybe I should be okay, maybe it’s okay to find myself unable to stop talking about it. It deserves to be talked about.

LLAP 💚🖖🏻💚

#star trek #Star Trek meta #fandom meta #self meta(?) #meta #meta analysis #love letter #Trekkies #self discovery #disability representation #autism representation #transgender representation #queer representation #transgender #autistic #transmasc #trans #Star Trek tas #Star Trek voyager #Star Trek tng #Star Trek ds9 #Star Trek snw #Star Trek tos #spock #spirk #k/s #data #data soong #julian bashir #captain christopher pike

[ameliathefatcat]

Cho and Katie ‘adopted’ first years in their fifth year. Cho ‘adopted’ Annabella Grip and Katie ‘adopted’ Abigail Goldstein. Bella and Abby reminded them of themselves in their first year. Cho went as far as learning BSL for Bella who’s semi/non verbal. Katie had a special bond with Abby both being Jewish.

Abby joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a beater in her second year and Bella joined Ravenclaw Qudditch team as a chaser in her third year. Abby did annoy most of the team because she can’t shut up, Katie protected her. Abby invited Katie (plus the whole quidditch team and Harry) to her B’nai Mitzvah (Abby has a twin brother so she didn’t hav a bay mitzvah). Bella dealt with a lot of bullying from the team due to her disabilities Cho always protecting her. Using her power of being the team captain to deal with the boys.

When Katie was cursed to affect Abby the most out of the whole team. Abby visited her during winter holiday. And would often write to Katie updating about what’s going on at school. Abby wrote Katie long letters almost every day expect on Shabbat (Abby was still Shomer Shabbos at this point).Bella supported Cho though her grief and relationship with Harry. Cho started to see Bella more as a little sister then a friend/team mate.

When the Ministry of Magic fell Bella a muggleborn was sent to France (it’s complex but Bella’s sister in law, Rosa Garnier is a French Squib and good friends with Fleur) to line with her sister-in-law’s family and attended Beauxbatons. Bella became friends with Cho’s little cousin Zhou Chen. Zhou invited Bella to celebrate Christmas with them. Cho was so happy to see Bella and gave her a big hug when she saw her, thanking Merlin that Bella was ok. Bella and Zhou told Cho all about how they are both playing quidditch together and how Bella is now a seeker and Zhou is a chaser the two are the best players on the team. Cho was so happy that the first year she ‘adopted’ three years earlier was doing ok. Katie didn’t worry as much about Abby as Cho did about Bella. Abby’s second cousin was one of the most talented Curse Breaker Amelia Copper (née Goldstein) and had her brothers as well. She did worry about Abby but she knew she had people to protect her. Being a halfblood witch Abby was safer then Katie being muggle born.

After the war, both girls were able to finish their years at Hogwarts both becoming team captains, Bella had a translator so she could be the Ravenclaw captain. After Hogwarts Abby became a beater for the Wingtown Wanderers and Bella became the Tutshill Tornados (Bella actual joined summer before gradation) and gave Katie and Cho season tickets to their respective teams. Katie invited Abby to her wedding and Bella was invited to Cho’s wedding, when Bella got married Cho, her husband Michael and toddler son Mason were all invite. Abby never got married.

Bella went on to be come the manager/captain of the Tutshill Tornados and still gives tickets to Cho and her family. Bella’s oldest Henry Oddly is a year older then Cho’s youngest Cedar Wright. Henry and Cedar are friendly rivals (Henry is the Slytherin seeker and Cedar is the Ravenclaw one) but do annoy each other a lot

#harry potter #cho chang #katie bell #the Goldstein family #Abby and Bella are ADHD/Autism friendship #Abby is a hyperverble ADHD and Bella is Semi/non verbal Autism #if you want to know more about Bella’s complex family send me an ask

[tears-of-boredom]

So my like homeroom teacher just sent me a message basically saying "I heard about some bullying that happened at least last year towards you. I'd like to talk to you about it tomorrow."

Okay so

1. Honestly its up to pure luck if I'll even be in school tomorrow.

2. The messge was so stunted, and I know that it's like that because he wants to talk more in-person, but it almost sounds like a threat.

3. And this is a big one...what bullying? Like I genuinely don't know what his talking about, and even more so, who in our school told him about this??

Okay so, I can think of two instances that could possibly classify as bullying.

First case, I think it was two years ago?(my memory on things like these is super bad) that the most annoying girls of my class like, they had this joke that I was a sewer rat basically. They'd act like i smelled really disgusting whenever they were near me, and told each other to "watch out the rat is there". But this lasted for like maybe two or three weeks, and at the end of the day, is rat really the worst insult you could think of? It was so weird as well because I don't really dress in any special way, like at all. Especially then, my style was so fucking basic, so I'm confused why they even did that. I have this fun theory that they wanted to be mean girls so bad but they couldn't find anyone to be mean to, so they just chose me because my locker was near theirs. Also during this whole thing, I was so deprived of any social life already, that I genuinely didn't mind being insulted if it meant that people were voluntarily talking to me.

So, the second instance. And let me screenshot this post now so I don't lose it when tumblr does an error again. SO. I think the thing earlier this year, as in 2022, not school year, where the boys of my class started their game, could be thenother one. Sorry that's messy let me start another paragraph.

I think, it started from J telling his friends that he had a crush on me. I can't be sure, but it seems logical. So all of his friends kind of started this game of yelling my name in the hallways during break. It was a bit more intense at first, when they yelled stuff like "[classmate] has a crush on [my name]!", "[my name] is cute!", and even one time "[my name] has great tits!". Now I was very much enjoying the attention (re: no social life, attention starved). It did get me nervous sometimes, because i wasn't sure how i was supposed to act. Like, eventually it became pretty clear that J was the one with the crush, and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to know that. A confusing situation, i was foolishly thinking that maybe they'll actually start having conversations with me, didnt happen. So, then it calmed down to them just yelling my name when they pass me, or only occasionally yelling it when we were waiting for the teacher, only sometimes trying to push each other into me. Then I noticed, that the "game" had spread to students from other classes as well, as in, now the guy who gets pissed at me whenever I do alright in PE is doing it as well, weird. My level of caring was the same, I loved the attention, I could pretend like they all were in love with me. I'm pretty sure J stole my ring that fell off in one class. ((This is the period where i gaslighted myself into a "crush")) but yeah it calmed down, and now they only do it seldom, and more in a way where they have plausible deniability on if they actually said my name or not. More in an inside joke way, to entertain and annoy their friends. ((Thankfully I got over the gaslighting myself thing))

Yeah so, I am not sure which one of these my teacher is talking about. I did consider once telling someone about the first thing (more of because the teachers always tell you to tell them if you know of bullying happening), but it honestly seemed like a bother, and maybe they'd learn to not be assholes if I kept on my giggling everytime I heard their comments. And the second thing is like...I don't think you'd see that, and think that it's bullying. It's more of just annoying.

And who the fuck did my teacher hear this from?? Because he said "i heard in a bit of a detour way about the bullying towards you that at least happened last year"...what is this detour you speak of? Is it another teacher? Or even weirder, is it my classmate? Or did he overhear this?? I'm so confused.....did my mom mention the fact, that I mentioned to her, that i think J stole my ring? Because that ring was like fucking plastic and it came in a pack of like 12.

#school #i am genuinely so confused and honestly may pull my ass to school tomorrow purely because i want to know that he's talking about.. #also i almost typed my actual name there. but then it really grossed me out how it sounded in 3rd perspective..

[phunnibun]

TG - Vent, Harrassment, Abuse, etc

So, I was in a 7 year long abusive friendship. Nothing too out of the ordinary but it still hurt.

But here’s some of the things I remember her doing before middle school?

Here you go

Would tell me fake things my crushes did to her (2nd-3rd grade) such as SA and DV as well as Drug Abuse

Never went to my house despite my offer and my allergies to her pets

Ditch me

Fake gossip about our friends

Told me that someone stole my art despite that she didn’t and so I was mad at a very sweet person for almost 5 years

Diminished my mental health before I could even turn 10

It got so much worse in middle school because she had a wider vocabulary and worse things to say. We didn’t talk despite me wanting to and reaching out during 6th and the start of the 7th grade.

Used her mental health against me

Used her parental abuse against me, diminishing my experiences

Vaped in front of me and talked abt such when I asked her to stop (she knew I had asthma too)

Left me for almost 2 years without contact despite me reaching out and trying to talk to her

There’s a lot more but I won’t bother with it.

The summer before 8th grade hit me like a fucking volleyball in the gut!

I corrected her spelling, not knowing for 7 years that she was dyslexic despite us being “best friends”

We got into our one fight and after me apologizing 6 times it wasn’t enough. She and my ex got on call after I BLOCKED HER! Because one of my ex friends got me into a GC with her and Whoopty, Doo, the next thing I can remember fully is me crying and apologizing on my parents floor.

The school year comes in, I’m in a special ed class because of mental health issues, her. She’s fucking there too. Nothing terrible happens until spring. That’s when shit truly hits the fan.

I was venting to a “neutral party” and I said some nasty things about this girl. Now, I admit I spoke out of turn but I regretted it immediately after. The “neutral party” proceeds to ask if she said any of these things. She denies it then makes a petty TikTok on it, one of her friends tagged me in it.

I block the accounts and proceed to apologize to her in a controlled environment because I was really angry at this point.

The next day school was canceled, I got cyber bullied by another account by the same name, over and over. Mainly on all the TikTok’s with my ex and I in them. Especially when I was emo.

I block the account. Around an hour later I see a very inappropriate text on my phone. (THIS PERSON GOT MY PHONE NUMBER WITHOUT IT BEING FUCKING PUBLIC BY THE FUCKING WAY) And after (admittedly feared) petty banter with this stranger, I block them. Another number sent threats and old interests. Then another started saying my dead name. My full dead name. This happened for a while. I blocked the numbers already. This time I tried to sleep it off, the texts didn’t give up.

I went to the police

It was her

She had two other people help her.

The school says that she’s still is in class with me and I have to sit there and just deal with the fear. They made me stand next to her, sit near her. Someone who harassed me so badly that I went to the fucking police.

Middle school sucked. I figured out that she was so fake. She was someone who I thought I’d be friends with for forever.

I am terrified of her every step I take now. She knows so much about me and it starts making me think that she might have had other secrets and attacks on other people.

I can never fucking escape her.

I’m glad I have a best friend now, a real one. And I’m so thankful that he’s helping me heal and realize that I’m capable of friendship.

#tw abuse #tw harassment #tw toxic friendship

[8bityinyang]

[tw: vent, transphobia, ableism, verbal abuse, mental hospital, systemic violence, self-harm, invalidation of trauma, police, potentially distressing content]

A few days ago, I was forced into a psychiatric ward a few days ago by the cops which Public Safety at my college called on me just because I hit my head a few times, and it wasn't even that hard.

The reason I did this self-injurous behavior to myself was to punish myself for my stupidity because I couldn't remember the study material for my History quiz properly.

I just needed time to process my pain and cry for a moment when they took that as purposeful resistance just because I said that I didn't feel comfortable being immediately sent to an on-campus counselor because I felt like I couldn't trust her due to my fear of this exact scenario happening. I just needed a moment to cry, and Public Safety didn't even care to give me that.

I was dehumanized, stripped of all my clothes and belongings (they even stole my earrings and didn't give them back, so I had to get new ones), and made to wear only my undergarments, a hospital gown, and those stupid grippy socks.

I was made to wait in complete isolation for seven hours when I was told that my visit there would only be fifteen minutes.

I was purposefully misgendered and deadnamed by almost everyone there, and even those who bothered to try to get my name and pronouns right refused to treat me even remotely decently, invalidating all my previous traumas whenever I tried talking about them, creating conflict where there was none in the first place, talking amongst themselves about how much of an annoying obligation I was and that I didn't deserve anything good, and one of the psychiatric specialists even tried to accuse me of faking my ADHD (quote: "You think you have ADHD?" -the psychiatrics specialist at this mental hospital, who I thought I could trust because I gave her my username on TrevorSpace before she said this) and has been ever since high school, and didn't believe me when I said that the diagnosis my special-ed high school gave me (it was even on my high school IEP) was federally recognized as a legally professional diagnosis. It is important to note that not only did she immediately accept my high school’s diagnosis of Generalized Psychosis, the diagnosis that sounded the most “dangerous” to her even though I haven’t even caused that much harm and even after I explained to her how that’s likely to be a misdiagnosis for my trauma, as fact, she repeatedly questioned me on whether I had experienced any psychotic hallucinations that could possibly result in harm to others, to which my answer was always “no”. I got this question twice from her and a few more times from the other nurses.

Worst of all, they were just keeping me there just to torment me, and one of the security guards even refused to give me my items on time even though one of the nurses told him to give it to me just to see me suffer. I was told that I would only stay

Dad wasn't even going to give me the time I need to process my trauma and even threatened to take me back to that horrible place when he heard my sobs of pain from downstairs, and worst of all, he says that the hospital said that I'm legally required to disclose all the details of the trauma I went through on October 4 to the therapist I'm being forced to see right now, who I know I can't trust because he's been relentlessly passive-agressive about everything I've told him about myself, has tried to gaslight me out of knowing my sexuality and gender identity, has screamed at me to the point of tears whenever he didn't get his way, does not allow me to establish boundaries between me and him, passive-agressively bullies me for showing any of my neurodivergent traits, has even stated outright ableist things like "everyone's a little bit ADHD", and has even told me "You know, you don't have to be angry about this" (quote from this therapist) in response to the KOSA bill's threat to remove all queer resources, all suicide hotlines, remove privarcy from the internet as we know it, and majorly participate in the queer genocide (he has always had this dismissive and diminutizing attitude to all my problems and has only pretended otherwise to make himself look good).

I can't even get a few days to myself to process my trauma because I also have to worry about completing several assignments this week and I was forced to disclose severe trauma to someone I know I can't trust. Worse yet, every day after that, I was reminded of my trauma in some way, whether it was losing track of time the same way I did when I was imprisoned, going into a severe and uncontrollable fear response and sprinting away whenever I saw a cop car or someone in a police or police-like uniform, getting targeted ads for the hospital that traumatized me, not being able to look at a white room or the color light blue without thinking of my trauma, and so much more. It's been getting harder and harder for me to wake up on time because I've just been sleeping for so much longer from the exhaustion this event caused me, and even then, my dreams have been getting more negative and unpleaseant if I even have dreams at all. I haven't even been able to do my work as well since this incident.

Several neighbors that I thought I could trust with my recent trauma told me that I deserved to be traumatized, dehumanized, lied to, stolen from, and imprisoned because it was "all completely necessary for the cops to send me away because I could have harmed myself by disobeying their orders" when they punished me for needing a moment to cry. Everyone I went to when I tried to discuss my trauma told me that the police were right and I was wrong. All of these neighbors immediately started with "Well, the thing you need to understand is that they need to do all this, they need to lie to you and invalidate you and torment you for seven hours straight" and one of them even told me that systemic violence can only ever be physical (which is not true at all). Everyone I went to about this were pro-police monsters who will never believe the victim and only heard inhuman babbling the second I opened my mouth. Please help me. I've been retraumatized every day since this incident. I'm completely lost and have no one to support me. Nearly everyone in my life is telling me that I completely deserve my trauma and that no one in their right minds should ever show sympathy to me. I know that the trauma that I had to face is extremely unconventional and I get that almost no one would ever consider this actual trauma aside from the few people I'm seeing outside of Tumblr who support me a lot, but I hope that I can get at least a little kindness from the people here on Tumblr, because I know that I did get some kindness from here the last time I spoke about a personal issue of mine (more specifically discovering that I might not have a post-platonic attraction to any gender) and from that, I'm willing to be more guard-down (assuming positve intent until proven otherwise) on this website, especially considering that my parents thankfully don't know about my account here (though I'm afraid that being so guard-down might end up being a mistake). Please, someone, anyone who cares about me, respond to this (nicely).

#tw vent #8bityinyang vent #tw mental hospital #tw transphobia #tw ableism #tw verbal abuse #tw systemic violence #tw police #tw self harm #tw invalidation of trauma #tw potentially distressing content #vent #mental hospital #ableism #transphobia #verbal abuse #self harm #invalidation of trauma #8bityinyang

[shiishki]

my teacher is so disappointed that barely anyone in my class watches the news. but like,, i don’t wanna know how many people died? i don’t want to disrupt my day with the what ifs of the accidents that happened or how there could be a flood or tornado somewhere while it’s nice weather here.

so no, i don’t watch the news and i’m not gonna start because of the little quiz sheets.

#we were reading a book about what if there was a war in germany (where i live) #and there was the section about captives and torture etc #very brief we didn’t even talk much about it #but all i could think of for the next hour was how logg no could i endure torture. how fast would i spill any info while begging to live? #also i hate how it just confirms that THAT’S the image germans have of immigrants. like hello i moved here too bot knowing a word #and being bullied by others and almost got sent to a special school by a racist teacher #shiishki.rambles #shiishki.is being unreasonable

[prettyboypucey]

Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it) 

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N 

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?) 

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something. 

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong. 

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid 

     I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

     When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

     Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

     Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

     Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

     Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

     Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

     Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

     “Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

     I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

     She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

     “You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

     “I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

     Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

     “I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

     I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

     Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

     I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

     “Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

     Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

     Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

     The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

     His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

     I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

     “So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

     I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

     “I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

     “Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

     I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

     Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

     At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

     “Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

     “Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

     Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

     Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

     “So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

     “Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

     Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

     “Um-”

     I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

     George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

     “Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

~~~~~~~~~~

     The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

     The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

     “Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

     George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

     Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

     “Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

     George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

     I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

     “We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

     George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

     Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak. 

     Weird weird weird.

     The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

     When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

     “Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

     As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

     “What did you do?”  

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley angst #george weasley fluff #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x platonic!reader #charlie weasley imagine #hp #harry potter

[storiesforallfandoms]

small world ~ corpse husband

word count: 2053

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Corpse x fem reader where reader an corpse are both streamers and they meet each other for the first time and realize they used to know each other as kids? I know Corpse has said that he didn’t have many friends when he was younger so maybe have it where reader was someone that was really nice to him? Sorry for the long request and thank you if you do it! 😊🖤”

description: he never would’ve thought that the new addition to their friend group would be someone from his past

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Hey Corpse,” Karl said. Corpse hummed in response, focused on the drawing he was doing for their Jackbox game. “(Y/N) is also from San Diego. Do you know her?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Karl, San Diego is pretty big. We’re not bound to know one another. Besides, just because he lives here doesn’t mean he grew up here.”

“I did grow up in San Diego actually,” Corpse said. “I don’t think we would’ve known each other though. Even if we happened to be in the same area, I didn’t talk to many people and I dropped out in the seventh grade.”

“I was, regrettably, popular in school,” (Y/N) added.

“Regrettably?” Karl asked.

“Yeah. Looking back, I hated being popular. I hated it when I was popular even. My friends were mega jerks and made fun of everyone, even me sometimes. I would try and make them be nice but they just let the popularity go to their heads. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we graduated. There was this sort of outcast in middle school I used to have a crush on. I tried to be friends with him, but he preferred to keep to himself. I always wished I had been friends with him because I feel like I would’ve been so much happier. I never saw him again either. I wonder whatever happened to him.”

Something about her story triggered a memory in Corpse. The year before he dropped out, there was a girl in is class who was always nice to him and tried to talk to him. He brushed it off as another way he was being made fun of. When it kept up, though, he realized she was likely being genuine. He still kept his distance, but he found himself gaining some feelings for her as well. When he dropped out, he never heard from her again.

I wonder where she is now, Corpse thought to himself. Man, what was her name?

Corpse accidentally gasped, drawing the attention of everyone in the Discord call.

“You good Corpse?” George asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Corpse responded. “Just uh...just realized I fucked up my idea a bit. No big deal, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The game started prompting for everyone to show what they had created. Taking the opportunity of not having to speak, Corpse went to Google (Y/N)’s YouTube channel. She had come into the game as a friend of Karl’s and Corpse hadn’t heard of her channel, but now somethings were starting to click together.

The first thing that popped up with the top Google Image for (Y/N)’s channel name. It was a beautiful girl laying in a garden of flowers with a wide smile on her face. Corpse sucked in a breath as he realized that the girl in the picture looked familiar.

“Corpse,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Corpse out of his trance. “It’s your turn.”

“Sorry,” Corpse said. “I was distracted.”

The rest of the stream Corpse felt like he was in a daze. He continued to play the games and forced out laughs when he realized someone was making a joke. Every time (Y/N) spoke, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. He couldn’t believe that after all these years he had finally been reunited with her. And what was better was that she had actually admitted to having feelings for him too!

Don’t get too excited, he thought to himself. She said she used to have a crush on you. That was a very long time ago.

He tried not to seem too eager when the stream finally ended. He waited for someone else to leave the call first before he exited out of it himself. He waited another few minutes before messaging (Y/N) directly on Discord.

hey. it was fun playing with you tonight. weird request, but can we voice call maybe? just the two of us?

Corpse didn’t expect her to respond any time soon. It was late in San Diego, like nearly 3am late. Most people were going to bed by now. She had mentioned once during the stream that she was starting to get sleepy. He figured she’d see it in the morning and either call, or just ignore the message.

To his surprise, near seconds later, she was calling him.

“Hey stranger,” she said when he answered. “Long time, no speak. You must’ve missed my voice a lot, huh?”

Corpse chuckled. “Exactly, I really did.”

“Makes sense. I do have the best voice on the internet.” She laughed this time. It sounded like such a perfect sound. “For real though, is everything alright? Why did you want to call?”

How did he even tell her? Hey, so you know that outcast you liked? It was me! Surprise!

No, he couldn’t say that. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember, or maybe she wouldn’t believe him. He had to figure out some way to bring it up.

“I kind of wanted to talk more about your popular school days,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and teasing. “It’s not every day I meet a streamer who’s in my own area code. It would be nice to get to know someone who isn’t like a five hour drive away.”

“Oh!” She seemed excited by this response. Her excitement was almost contagious. “Okay, where should I start? The shitty friends or the shallow popularity?”

Corpse chuckled. “You pick.”

She talked for nearly an hour about her high school experiences with her popular friend group. Despite how much she despised being popular, (Y/N) still spoke with a light tone in her voice. She tried to bypass a lot of the more negative details and speak only of the good experiences she went though, which was nice to hear.

Corpse nearly jumped with excitement when she began to talk about middle school unprompted.

“It really was the last good years I had in school,” she admitted. “All my friends, the ones who went on to be super popular with me, they were nice then. Annoying, but all middle schoolers are. We didn’t care about popularity or social rankings. We were just...we were just kids. We didn’t even really know the difference between ‘losers’ and ‘popular’, which was why it was so easy for me to talk to that guy that I liked at the time. My friends weren’t mocking me for having feelings for an outcast.”

“You said you never saw that guy again,” Corpse said. “Do you know what happened to him?”

She sighed heavily. “No, I don’t. He just stopped showing up before we hit high school. I thought he moved, but I knew his mom and I saw her around everywhere. I don’t even remember his name anymore to look him up. Wherever he is, though, I hope he’s doing better. Even if they weren’t sucked completely into their popularity at the time, my friends and the other kids were still awful to him.”

“I feel that,” he said. “I wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in school. Before I dropped out I didn’t even have any friends.”

“That’s awful.”

“It wasn’t too bad. I’m not really a friendly person I don’t think. I’ve worked on it since that time, but the thought of trying to maintain a social relationship still gives me anxiety from time to time. There was one girl who tried to be friends with me the year before I dropped out though. She was nice.”

“What happened to her?”

Corpse smiled to himself. She would figure it out soon, he knew she would.

“I just didn’t hear from her after I dropped out,” he responded. “I guess that’s mainly my fault. I never reached out to her or anything, but I barley knew her name. Just her first time, and she never gave me a number or anything. I couldn’t look her up online. Maybe we just weren’t destined to be together.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you two were just right people, wrong time. Maybe you’ll cross paths again and finally have that opportunity to be friends with her again.”

“Maybe you’ll cross paths with that guy from your middle school, too.”

There was a prolonged silence. Corpse wondered if (Y/N) was starting to put the pieces together. He could barley even hear her breathe. The longer she went, the more worried he was becoming. He was about to say something when she finally spoke again.

“I made him a Valentine,” she said, her voice soft. “Special handmade one. He was the only one I gave it to. It had some really badly written, sappy poem in it. I watched him open it and...I really think he got emotional while reading it. Of course, he’d never tell anyone that.”

Corpse had gotten emotional over the Valentine (Y/N) had given him. It was the first real Valentine he had ever gotten. It wasn’t one of the generic ones that everyone gave out to every classmate so no one felt excluded. It was made from the heart, and that fact alone touched his. Like (Y/N) said, though, he didn’t let anyone know how emotional he had gotten. It would’ve just been more mental ammo for them to use to bully him.

He quickly got up from his chair, racing to his room where he had his box of memories shoved in his closet. It was little things from throughout his life that he kept in a shoebox. Whenever he felt particularly down or depressed, he would open the shoebox and look at all the things that made him smile.

At the very top of the box was (Y/N)’s Valentine.

He went back to his computer and took a picture of the Valentine using his phone.

“That sounds really nice,” he said as he went into the Discord app on his voice. “It must’ve meant a lot to him that you put so much time and effort into a handmade gift.”

“I don’t know if it did. I never got to ask him what his reaction was.”

“Oh, I’d bet anything he was happy.”

He sent the picture through Discord and waited for (Y/N) to open it. The silence between them felt deafening. The seconds felt like they had slowed to hours. He wondered what (Y/N)’s reaction would be. Maybe she’d be weirded out by the fact that Corpse kept the Valentine, or by the fact that Corpse was the middle school crush in general.

What if she’s upset that this is who I am now? he asked himself. What if her crush was just a middle school thing, and the moment you dropped out she moved on?

“I knew it.”

Corpse couldn’t help the smile on his face when he heard the slight excitement in (Y/N)’s voice.

“I knew it was you!” she continued. “Well, I didn’t know know, but when you asked me to call you I had a bit of a suspicion. I can’t believe it...it’s actually you!”

“It is me,” he confirmed. “And it’s you.”

“Small world we live in, huh?”

“Yeah, small world.” Do you still like me? Did you ever stop? Do you know that your kindness stuck with me for so long?

The silence returned. Corpse was starting to get sick of it, but he didn’t know how to fill the void between them. When he heard her yawn, he realized how late it had gotten. “I’ll let you go, you sound tired.”

“We just had this breakthrough and you’re asking me to sleep?!”

Corpse chuckled. “You have to sleep eventually, (Y/N). It’s like 3:30am, normal people sleep at this hour.”

“I am offended you would think I’m anywhere near normal.” She yawned again, cutting off her short lived rant. “But you’re right, I am tired. Listen...promise me you’ll answer when I call tomorrow. I...I’d really like to catch up. Maybe...to pick up where we left off.”

“Okay,” Corpse said, then realized that wasn’t really a response. “I promise. I’ll be waiting by the phone the moment I open my peepers.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I’ll be sure to call you the moment I open mine.”

“Goodnight (Y/N). Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Corpse underscore Husband.”

kind of a bad ending, but i wasn’t really sure where else to go with it as i wrote it. sorry! :(

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[quirkless-accident]

Would Danny investigate Izuku school and expose them for what they did to Izuku and the others students who had minor quirk? And also tell Nezu about Bakugou being a bully so that the teachers know he is to watch out ?

"All Might!"

Danny runs forward, trying to catch up with the number one hero. It doesn't take him long.

"is everything all right, Phantom?" All Might asks, his brows knit together.

"Uh, yes and no. I was just wondering if you wanted to help me on a special project of mine."

Phantom had a plan, and it was going to work. And if he had the number one at his side, it was foolproof. The number one, who had met Midoriya in person, and had gotten down on his knees and apologized. It was more than Phantom and Midoriya had been expecting. Midoriya had forgiven him almost instantly as All Might explained his side of things.

He doesn't know if it was the way he had talked about the kid, or the spark he saw in the boy, but All Might apparently had good taste in successors.

"I'm gonna open up a law suit on the middle school Izuku goes to," Phantom told him. He pulled a thick file out of his bag and handed it to the older hero, who took it with raised eyebrows.

"Is this all evidence of Aldera's misdemeanors?"

"That's a file on just Midoriya. His mistreatment there wasn't just by schoolyard bullies, it was by his teachers as well. They either participated or condoned it. None of them should have their licenses anymore, if you ask me. Teachers shouldn't be actively tearing kids down for any reason."

"We could take this to Nezu, to. He could pull a few strings, expedite a few things. I had no idea Young Midoriya had such a rough time at his last school."

"Well, it's not like he talks about it. But in the last couple months of the semester I had him gather this evidence. I wanted to wait until he started at U.A. to act though, in case it brought him unwanted attention."

All Might hummed and nodded as he skimmed through the file with a frown. "Midoriya doesn't seem like the type to start fights. Why are there so many?"

"They're misreported. He didn't start them, he was the victim of them. He was the only one who ever got reprimanded though. And that's just scraping the ice berg. It's way worse than that."

All Might looked like he wanted to be sick as he gave Phantom a worried expression.

"If this is as bad as you're saying, we should get Aizawa involved as well. And maybe see about putting the boy in some kind of counseling just in case."

Danny grinned at the hero. For the remainder of their lunch, they formed a plan.

------

"Ah, Phantom, please come in."

"Hello, sir," he said to Principal Nezu. There was already a second cup of tea waiting for him. Because of course there was.

"I have a couple of concerns I wanted to speak to you about."

"This has to do with izuku Midoriya's middle school, does it not?"

"Mostly yes, but I also wanted to talk about another student. Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya have some kind of past. I don't know the details cause the kid hasn't really opened up to me, but I know Bakugou has been bullying him for a while."

"What do you suggest we do then?" Nezu raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his tea.

"Well, I think the next time anything happens Bakugou needs to be reprimanded. And maybe sent to Hound Dog for some counseling or something."

"You're aware that he's suicide baited Midoriya, along with an extensive record of abuse. With all of this information you've given me in the past I'm surprised you don't want him expelled."

"Well, sir," Danny said rubbing the back of his neck. "It's...hard to explain. I think Bakugou should face the consequences of his actions. But I also believe he, like Midoriya, has been failed by the systems put in place. He's been told his entire life that he's amazing and perfect, and his peers and teachers before U.A. have turned the other cheek to his abuse. Nobody ever reprimanded him, and therefore he thought it was okay. But if we start now, he can learn. And that's what this school is about, isn't it? To learn to be not just the best hero you can be but the best person as well. At least, that's how I've always thought of it." Danny shrugged, and took a sip of tea. And even though he miraculously didn't slip up in his little speech, he could still feel his heart hammering against his chest. God, why was this so nerve wracking?

"I believe," Nezu said slowly, "that you are correct. I will speak with Aizawa on the matter. In the mean time, I understand you want to open a lawsuit against Aldera Middle School. Do you have any kind of evidence?"

"Oh yeah," Danny said, pulling out the thick file he had shown All Might a few days prior. He slapped it down on the thick wooden desk. Nezu raised an eyebrow as he skimmed through.

There was a deafening silence. The only sounds were the sipping of tea and the turning of pages, and the suspense was killing him. Danny's leg couldn't stop bouncing. Not until Nezu looked at him with a feral grin, reminding Danny of why bear was one of the possibilities of his species.

"Let me make a few calls."

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[azucarian]

NEFELIBATA - Takuya Birthday Special

Masterlist No content/trigger warning. Extreme fluff <3

Takuya had grown upset at the possibility of his birthday being forgotten; especially considering his two childhood friends hadn't even raised so much as a 'happy birthday' to him. It's not like he particularly expected a gift - although it definitely would be nice. Tapping his pencil against the desk, he frowned - (Name) was the most attentive person he knew and even she had forgotten? Maybe he failed in making it known beforehand. At this point, he just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball with the birthday cake his mother had baked him.

Now that he thought about it, Makoto had an obsession with the western zodiacs - he always looked on those weird 'zodiac luckiness' websites. Cancer, that's what Takuya's zodiac was - the zodiac of the crab. His 'aligned' personality was about him being loving and full of emotions - but also moody, suspicious and overprotective. He was not moody, he'd like to believe. The thought made him grumpy-

Ah, wait, that'd be right then.

He mentally groaned as the bell signalling the end of the day sounded, and his phone let out the identifiable ping to tell him he'd received a message. Flipping his phone up, (Name)'s contact popped up.

(NAME)-CHAN Mizo Middle headin' out early - we'll see you later Taku-chan! Byebye!

So they had truly forgotten. Takuya felt himself visibly deflate; there goes his final slither of hope. He shrugged, at least he had all of that cake to himself. He began his journey home; the train ride being oddly silent - usually the group of them would rambunctiously play whilst (Name), Akkun and himself would stare judgingly. Until (Name) got annoyed with all the stares from the elderly people and try to beat them up. For someone who didn't fight, Takuya could admit that the girl punched way too hard.

Coming home to an empty house was normal; his parents worked long jobs to provide for them (he actually appreciated their evening absences because of Kiyomasa and his gang, but he no longer feared any of that). But it felt much more empty as he slipped his shoes off- Wait, those definitely were not his shoes.

Sloppily hidden amongst the eco-friendly tote bags, five pairs of shoes were stacked. Four pairs of messy trainers, and one pair of remotely looked after converses. He nearly laughed - so they were here. A surprise birthday party, he guessed. The idiot trio must've gotten side tracked and, in a hurry, (Name) or Akkun shoved the shoes to the side and threw the totes over them.

Takuya guessed he'd humour them after all their effort. Slipping his indoor slides onto his feet and hanging his bag up on the door, he slowly made his way to the living room - and, upon entering the dark room, the lights suddenly flicked on and the distinct sound of party poppers filled his ears (and kind of scaring him, admittedly).

"Happy birthday!" The collective cheer of each person brought a grin to his face; regardless of the under-planned surprise element, he couldn't contain his smile at the sight. Kazushi, Makoto and Takemichi each had several party hats decorating their heads - almost as if they were trying to imitate a crown. Akkun was off to the side with a bright grin and a party popper in his hand. (Name), however, wasn't in sight.

He was about to open his mouth to ask where she was when someone jumped onto his back, arms around his neck "Happy birthday, Taku-chan!" The familiarly cheery voice made him laugh, and he softly thanked them all. The girl of the group eagerly dragged him towards their paper cut out of a birthday cake laid out on the table, surrounded by gifts.

Takuya slowly opened each of them.

From Akkun, a new controller for his gaming console - the boy explaining it as a 'new' method for everyone to play together, instead of taking turns with one controller. He appreciated it, and smiled softly before gently placing it back in the box (promising that he'd play with Atsushi first and foremost).From Makoto, a porn magazine - he slightly sneered at the gift, and the dumb(est) boy began to whine and cry about how 'Takuya didn't like his gift'. Even (Name) sneered and appropriately smacked Makoto on the back of the head with an apologetic smile towards Takuya. The blonde just shook his head and thanked the boy reluctantly (he had definitely thought more of himself instead of Takuya - but it was funny regardless, both Kazushi and Takemichi seemed to think so, too).From Kazushi, a bunch of notebooks, pens and pencils - explaining it to him as a new hobby to pick up. According to him, Takuya looked like the 'artsy poet' type (admittedly, he couldn't help but agree). He tested the glittery gel pens on one of the note books and grinned - they were extremely pretty, perfect for exam note-taking too. He placed them to the side delicately and expressed his gratitude.

He couldn't help but side-eye Takemichi and (Name). Takemichi was someone who would buy an extremely expensively thoughtful gift - it always made him feel guilty for weeks after, because the determined blonde would never allow Takuya to repay him. And (Name)… he visibly sweated. She had no taste in gift giving, and her gift was probably going to be worse than Makoto's - appropriate, but worse. They all exchanged knowing glances as the girl turned around to push Takemichi's gift towards him.

Takemichi had gotten a choker chain; and, as expected, it looked expensive. On the front, 'TAKUYA' was written in cursive with two ruby colored stones either side - if he remembered ride, a ruby was his birthstone. He almost verbally awed, but, instead, opted for hugging Takemichi tightly with an over-the-top thank you. The bleached blonde looked very happy at Takuya's joy."It's time for my gift now, right?" (Name) cheerily reminded, pushing a large box forward "Don't be surprised; I asked for your parents permission too." What? Takuya rose an eyebrow. Parents permission? Whatever it was, the other four didn't seem to know either - they looked just as confused.

She raced out of the room for a few moments before returning with her head poked around the door, hiding her arms behind the door frame "Don't freak out, we have to be quiet." They all nodded "Promise?"

"Promise." They all quietly spoke, and Takuya could feel himself get slightly giddy. Whatever this was, he was excited - and he hoped he wasn't disappointed (he wouldn't be, regardless, because he'd get to jokingly bully her for a bad gift for the rest of her life). She slowly turned and walked in, and the bundle in her arms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

The cutest puppy was excitedly wagging its tail in her grip, adoringly staring at its new friends jovially. (Name) crouched down and softly placed it against the floor, and they all watched as it clumsily stumbled towards the closest human - Takuya himself. Pressing its wet nose against his arm, its little butt wiggled with the force of its tail.

"How- wha- I don't know how to react-" For the first time in a while, the group watched as an awe-stricken and very visibly shocked Takuya brought the puppy into his arms. (Name) laughed and slid to the floor beside him, gently patting the puppy.

"I spoke to your parents the other day before school about it; they said it'd probably do you good, especially with summer break comin' up. Keep you company, and you can go on walks with her." She explained whilst watching as the other four crowded round, each taking a turn at stroking the soft puppy.

"How the hell did you get her here?" Akkun questioned. It made all of them wonder; yeah, how? She had been with them all day, so how on Earth had she gotten a puppy to Takuya's house without them realising?

(Name) snorted "I asked Mikey-chan and Ken-kun to bring her; they put her in your room, in one of those play pens. Cute little thing was fast asleep but woke up straight away when hearing the door open. She was so excited." Takuya was so in love with this adorable creature that had found its new home in his arms "She ain't got a name, so that's up to you." He lit up, and the group laughed at his expression.

"Rocky." The name sent embarrassment into (Name)'s system, as she profusely rejected the name - completely being ignored by a cackling Takuya.

"Huh, what's so bad about Rocky? Rocky-chan is so cute!" Kazushi protested.

"It's Rocky because the last time me and (Name) hung out alone together, she fell into the river because of the rocks." The laughter from everyone was enough to make (Name) hide her face in her hands, muttering a 'I hate you' endearingly under her breath.

With his new friend and playmate in his hands, Takuya could wholeheartedly say... THIS WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

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HAPPY TAKUYA DAY!! Honestly, as a character, Takuya grew on me progressively - I didn’t like him much when I first started but he definitely got my heart </3 He’s so pretty and sweet (totally didn't mistake him for Mikey at the beginning lmao) ~

A proper update will come out over the weekend - I’m currently looking for work so interviews have been taking up a lot of time. I promise it’ll be out tomorrow/over the weekend! I love you all!

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