#brings back bad memories to me when my teacher made fun of the way my name was written

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

I am fuming. I am disgusted. I am horrified and absolutely ashamed to call myself an American.

This is going to be different from my normal content and stuff that I post here but I have to say something or it will literally suffocate me so please, take the time and read this.

I am a student in the United States, meaning I have had extensive training on active shooter and lockdown drills and with the absolute tragedy that occurred in Nashville this week, it brought back a memory I had forgotten about until now.

I was 6 years old.

We had a bring your favorite stuffed animal to school day since we were learning about animals. Some had voice boxes and some lit up. It was so much fun. What we didn’t know was that we were going to have an active shooter drill.

We were having a read loud and then my teacher rushed all of us into the corner, turned off the lights and told us to be quiet. I’m not sure if she knew if it was real but I remember seeing how scared she was.

We were huddled between her desk and the wall, hidden from view from the door and my friend Maddy had her stuffed dog close to her chest. Then the voice box went off inside the toy and there was barking. I have never seen my teacher so terrified in her life.

She started to cry silently as my teacher tried to get the toy to quiet down or turn off and i remember seeing how petrified she was. My classmates were all watching with horror and darting between my teacher and the door, checking to see if that was the sound of the door knob jiggling or Maddy struggling to keep her sobs in.

I held onto my own stuffed toy, my favorite stuffed tiger, and begged for it to protect me, they always did when I had nightmares. I thought this was just some bad dream and that it would end. I thought I was going to die.

Let me repeat that. I at SIX FUCKING YEARS OLD thought I was going to die.

Thankfully it was a drill and no one was hurt but that day has set all of my behaviors when I’m in school.

I stopped begging for light up shoes for my upcoming birthday.

I memorized the layout of my school so I knew which way was fastest so I could get to my brother and sister who went to the same school as me if I didn’t see them when we were escorted out of the building.

I gave a hug and a kiss every morning and told them I love them every day.

I didn’t follow the rules of my school and kept my phone on me so I could text my parents I loved them if there would be a last time.

I stopped saying it will never happen to me. I say it hasn’t happened yet.

Yet.

The most tragic word in United States history is again. When I turned on the news Monday and saw a shooting I said “again?”

How many times will we have to say again before change is made? How many more graves will have to be made for people to start protecting these kids?

Conservatives want to protect children but they are single-handedly the biggest killer to children.

GUNS KILL MORE THAN CARS.

I am a kind and understanding person but if you think that your right to a weapon of destruction is more important than a child coming home to their parents then fucking block me.

If you think those lawmakers, who wear AR-15 pins on their lapels are in the right, block me.

If you think it’s okay for a SIX YEAR OLD to be terrified of bringing their stuffed animal that talks to school, block me.

No child should be terrified to go to school and not come home to their parents. They shouldn’t be thinking about if they remembered to tell their siblings “I love you” when they’re sitting in a lockdown. I

Guns need to be regulated or the number of shootings will only increase. I am tired and you should be too. So please please please I am begging you, go out and make change in your community and protect children.

Stand up and say NEVER AGAIN.

No six year old should be thinking they’re going to die while in school and until there is gun reform made in this country, I will still be thinking about myself in first grade begging my stuffed tiger to keep me safe.

Thank you for reading this if you did and I hope you all have a safe evening.

#im tired #i am so fuckibg tired of being scared to go to school #i want to learn and not be scared to not come home to my parents and siblings #change has to be made #never again

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Reflekta

Directory - The Gamer

Today was an important day for the pupils of Collège Françoise Dupont.

Photograph Day.

Each class would have their photo taken, along with their teacher and the principal, to have a memory of the year they would spend together.

For Adrien, it was doubly important, though.

“It's pretty cool you get to work with your photographer,” Nino said as they watched Vincent take photos of one of the youngest classes.

“Yeah! He makes even the most mundane shoots fun! And now I get to be in a photo with all my friends!”

Nino grinned as he put him in a headlock, bringing a smile out of his friend.

“If you wanna pic, you just gotta ask!”

“Haha!” Adrien laughed, and Nino pulled out his cellphone to take a selfie of them both.

----

Chloé glared at the photographer. It was the same one that had not only insulted her, but had kept her from being in a shoot with her Adrikins!

“Ugh, him again.”

----

Rose leaned on her girlfriend's shoulder with a gentle thump, her hands over her chest.

“You're not cursed, Juleka, this time will work out! I can feel it deep down in my heart!”

“Why would you be cursed?” Marinette asked the goth girl, who looked downcast.

“Every time someone takes my picture, something goes wrong...”

“Those were just accidents, Juleka!” Rose tried to cheer her up.

“The pigeon?”

Rose blinked and gave up.

“Okay, that one was pretty bad,” she admitted: even she knew that it took some serious bad luck for a pigeon to fly just in front of Juleka's face the moment the photo was taken.

“Don't worry,” Marinette said, “we'll make sure everything goes okay!”

Juleka gave her friend a small smile.

“Thanks.”

----

“Look, Sabrina, the babies are in the front row!” Chloé said.

“U-huh,” Sabrina replied, non-committally. The incident with her father had opened her eyes to the fact that her friend was not perfect. The part where Chloé blamed her over the thing with Marinette's diary weighed further in her mind.

“Hey, rugrats! Try not to suck your thumb in the photo!”

“Hn.” Once, she would have laughed. Now, she realized that her 'jokes' weren't funny at all. She felt adrift, not knowing what to do.

“Seriously, what is with you lately?” Chloé told her. She didn't want to answer, and she was saved by the handsome photographer directing everyone to their places.

“You, you, you, and you. Back row,” he said, pointing at Nathaniel, Alya, Chloé and her.

“Wait, me?!” Chloé said, grappling Adrien's arm as if it were made of gold. Sabrina noted that Adrien was uncomfortable with Chloé being so close. “Excuse you, but I belong next to Adrien!”

The photographer looked down and up and Chloé, and glowered.

“You again. Still wearing white pants, I see.”

Chloé growled, but still moved to the back row, behind Adrien.

----

“Everyone else, get between the two rows, here!” the photographer continued, sliding on the floor as he went back to his camera, and everyone went to their place.

Everyone except her.

In spite of Rose and Marinette's assurances, she still felt... apprehension. What if, in spite of everything, something went wrong?

What if she was really cursed, to never have a photo of herself that wasn't ruined by something?

“Hey!” Marinette shouted, bringing Juleka out of her spiral. “That includes you, Juleka!”

“Yeah, Juleka!” Alya yelled.

“There's space here!” Nino and Adrien invited her.

“Get in here!” Mylène encouraged her.

Maybe...

Maybe she wasn't cursed at all.

After all, would someone cursed have such wonderful friends?

----

As they made place for Juleka to take a seat, Adrien heard Chloé huffing.

“Ugh, why's everyone making a big deal over her when I'm the one having a crisis?!”

It was moments like this when he wondered if she was becoming more of a jerk, or if she had always been and he just had chosen not to see it.

It actually reminded him of Scar. So he chose to reply the same way he would to her.

“Because your 'crisis' is just an oversized temper tantrum.”

He heard Nino chuckle, and he could swear Sabrina was trying to hold up a guffaw.

“Just let us have a nice moment,” Ivan complained, letting Juleka through.

However, as soon as Juleka sat next to Adrien, Chloé attempted to push her way between them.

“The place you put me in is unacceptable! MOVE!”

He glared at her, and so did everyone else. Not that she even cared.

“Knock it off,” Juleka growled, pushing her back.

“That's right, Juleka,” Marinette encouraged her. “Don't let her push you!”

“Oh, no one asked you,” Chloé said, and he finally got a chance to intervene.

“Seriously, Chloé, have you no shame?!”

She looked at him, almost like if she hadn't understood what he had just said.

Oh, for God's sake.

“Shame?”

Chloé was certainly doing her best to remind him of Scar, wasn't she?

“Get back to your spot. I'm embarrassed for you.”

----

She couldn't understand why her Adrikins thought she should be ashamed. He should have been begging to be placed next to her in the photo! They were meant to be together, after all! The girl who was dumb enough to think that black combination was fashionable didn't deserve to muddy her photo with Adrikins!

Fortunately, the shoot was interrupted when the photographer rose a hand.

“Unbelievable! Scuzi, I need another battery!”

Couffaine stood up and walked to Mlle. Bustier.

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

“Okay, but be quick!”

This was the moment! She turned to Sabrina.

“Make sure Juleka doesn't come back,” she whispered.

“... no.”

She blinked. This could not be happening. She must have misheard.

“What did you just say to me?!”

“I. Don't. Want. To.”

Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! This servant Sabrina thought she could just reject her orders demands? She was clearly surrounded by idiots!

“Useless! I'll do it myself!” she shouted, shoving Sabrina aside. “Mme. Bustier!”

The moment she was out of sight, she grabbed a chair and pulled it towards the bathroom. From there, it was easy to find where Couffaine was hiding away, and she put the chair right under the handle, preventing it from moving the moment the other girl tried to come out.

“This is what you get for being in my way!” she taunted her, causing her to give a wordless yell of surprise as she attempted to open the door.

And if I'm lucky, you'll become an Akuma so I can show off as Scarlet Lady!

----

The moment Chloé came back from the bathroom, he knew something was going on, because she forced her way between him and Kim instead of staying next to Sabrina.

“Okay, take the picture!” she shouted, hugging his arm. He angrily began to try to free himself.

“Chloé, get off of me!”

“Where's Juleka?!” Marinette asked, just as angry as he was, because both of them had realized what Chloé had done.

Chloé stuck her tongue at Marinette and put her hands around his face.

“Who cares, the important thing is I'm in the right place!”

That did it.

He had limits.

And Chloé had just hit them.

“Say spaghetti!”

He turned and shoved her off as hard as he could.

“Wait!” Marinette begged, but it was too late.

SNAP!

----

Marinette quickly walked to the principal. They still had time to fix this!

“We need to retake the photo!”

“What for?” M. Damocles asked.

“Juleka wasn't in it!”

“I definitely wasn't looking at the camera,” Mylène added.

“Chloé stepped on my foot!” Kim complained.

Then Marinette's eyesore showed up, with her eternally smug face in place.

“M. Damocles, aren't there 16 other classes waiting their turn?”

“Ah! Yes! Next please!”

“Hehe,” Chloé giggled, but then Adrien showed up with a fantastic glare and Chloé stopped right in her tracks.

“SHAAAAAAAAME!”

----

Rose rushed into the bathroom, and when she heard Juleka hitting the door with her fist, she quickly moved the chair away.

The moment the door opened, her heart broke at her sad expression.

“Oh, my poor Juleka!” she cried out, wishing she could just give her a hug, but knowing that she wouldn't welcome it, at least not yet.

“I missed the photo, didn't I...”

Juleka looked so miserable! She needed to – to – to cheer her up!”

“We can retake it!” she tried. “Marinette was saying–”

“JUST FORGET IT ROSE!”

----

Three girls were lamenting the course of events of a few minutes before, and none more than Rose Lavillant, the class' sweet blonde girl.

“Juleka got locked in the bathroom,” Rose lamented: Juleka had been angry by the time she went away, no matter what Rose tried to calm her down. “She really is cursed!”

“Yeah, and the curse's name is Chloé,” Marinette replied, and suddenly, she had an idea. “You know, if the photo disappeared, the photographer would have to retake the photo!”

“I like the way you think girl!” Alya cheered, clenching her fist.

“That's amazing Marinette!” Rose said, before turning dubious. “But why would the photo disappear?”

Marinette looked at Rose with a bit of pity. She really was so innocent! Like a little blond puppy with big shining eyes!

“Oh, you sweet summer child,” Marinette replied, putting a hand on Rose's shoulder. “I shan't corrupt you.”

----

Hidden in Chloé's purse, Tikki didn't know what had transpired between the two attempts to photograph the class, since Chloé had left her behind for that time. But she could tell something was seriously wrong.

“I won't let her ruin my picture with Adrien!” Chloé angrily declared.

“The picture where he pushes you off of him?”

My goodness, Sabrina is growing wiser!

Chloé didn't seem to be of the same positive opinion, judging by the sudden jerk she gave to the purse.

“That's it! You've been a total weirdo all day! You're gonna make it up to me by stopping Dupain-Cheng, got it?!”

“No thanks. Last time I ended up with a box trap bracelet,” Sabrina fired, and it was obvious she was starting to walk away. “Let me know how that goes for you.”

The gasp of surprise Chloé made just then made it even better, and she came out of the purse.

“What is with her?! Completely ridiculous.”

“Came to her senses, if I had to guess.”

She was going to have her fun where she could get it.

----

“The camera should be in here while everyone's on their lunch break...” Marinette mumbled... not knowing that a certain brat was spying from up above with her phone.

“Ha! Caught that pea-brain red-handed!” Chloé crowed, having taken a photo of Marinette entering the principal's office. “Time to confront the thief!”

“Oh, Marinette!” Tikki lamented. “Without my guidance, you're becoming a criminal!”

----

The students began to return to the gym, as well as the teachers and principal, in order to finish the photo day – with Juleka's classmates holding out for a chance of another photo where their friend would be able to be.

But the efforts were curtailed by a girl wearing a shocking pink garb with multiple eyes spread over its surface, along with intense make up. All in all, something that was meant to attract the attention of everyone in a room.

“Bonjour~” she greeted as she flew into the room.

“Ah!” Vincent shouted, shocked.

“Who... who are you?” M. Damocles asked.

“No one ever noticed me. But that's all over, because from now on, the entire world will notice me as everyone will look like me. Soon, you'll only see thousands of Reflektas in every place. There's nothing to panic about, this is gonna rock and all I need will be a Miraculous or two and thrash that brat of Chloé...”

And she kept rambling.

On.

On.

On.

On.

And on.

And Alya and Nino looked at each other, sweating buckets at dealing with the monologuing Akuma.

When she was finally done, the Akuma – Reflekta – turned to her nearest target, Sabrina, who flinched back in fear.

“C'mon, Sabrina! Who doesn't love an extreme make-over?!”

And she fired some kind of laser from her extended arm.

But the laser didn't reach its target – because Rose tackled Sabrina out of the way.

“Rose!” Sabrina shouted in shock.

“Please stop!” Rose cried out.

“Don't interfere, Rose,” Reflekta said, clearly disappointed.

“I know it's you, Juleka! And I know these people didn't hurt you!”

“You're right...”

Rose smiled. Maybe she had managed to stop–

“I should get my true target first.”

“Wait, that's not what I meant!”

----

By the time Adrien returned, all he found was a lot of people that were dressed the same way, some of them trying to hide and others being consoled by their friends.

“Whoa, this is a weird one...” he said, knowing that this was the work of an Akuma.

“Adrien!” He turned to see Rose and Sabrina, clearly worried. “Jul... Reflekta blocked the exits so no one can get out! What do we do?!”

“She's after Chloé, who's after Marinette for trying to get the photo retaken!” Sabrina added. “They're probably stuck in the principal's office.”

Welp, this was Chat Noir time, once more.

“I'm gonna, uh, call for help!” he said, pointing to the nearest place he could think of to hide away.

“Good idea!” Rose cheered up, but Sabrina was more skeptic.

“In the bathroom?”

----

Unsheathing his claws felt awesome, but he didn't dally too long, running towards Reflekta's likely target... which he found when he saw the Akuma jumping up the stairs.

Oh no, the principal's office! he thought, and tried to come up with some plan to distract her and keep Marinette and Chloé from getting hit.

“Hey, Harley Quinn! Halloween was last month!”

“It's REFLEKTA!” the Akuma shouted, firing at him multiple times, and forcing him to keep on the move to dodge her.

“So you got her attention, now what, Chat Noir?!” he told himself, realizing that he had really not thought it through. Running away from the place, he realized something bad. “Now I can't get rid of her attention!”

And he was getting cornered. He knew he would eventually get hit by a laser, and if he did he'd likely lose any chance to act as Chat Noir. So he enclosed himself in a janitor's locker and...

“Plagg... Claws In.”

… took off his ring.

“Adrien, wha–?” Plagg asked as if coming out of sleep.

“Keep this safe for me, okay?” he asked, shooing the kwami away just as Reflekta came into his eyesight.

“I found you~” and she fired.

----

Hawkmoth felt like pulling his hair out. It had been so close! And this girl had just wasted the chance!

“YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN HIS MIRACULOUS!”

“Has anyone ever told you you're really annoying?”

Again? Why did people keep thinking that he was one to be mocked?

“YOU HAVE LITERALLY ONE JOB!”

----

She had managed to get her hands on the camera, and had been about to erase the photo, when the world's most irritating person came through, brandishing a smirk of superiority and her phone – which showed a video of her entering the office.

“I'm sure the principal will adore my little video of you rummaging around his office!” she crowed, but Marinette knew she had the upper hand here. She sneakily pulled out the memory card.

“Give me your phone or I erase the class photo!” she threatened, and she enjoyed Chloé's panicked face.

“NO! My picture with Adrien! Fine!”

Hiding the memory card, Marinette put the camera on the table and picked Chloé's phone. Chloé was looking quite intently at what she was doing.

“Chloé~! Where are you hiding?!” someone that sounded a lot like Juleka sing-sang.

“What was that?” Chloé asked, and Marinette quickly erased the photo and video Chloé had taken, before tossing the phone back at her.

“Thanks, Chloé!” Marinette said before starting to run away.

“Hey!” Chloé yelled, annoyed, as she tried to catch the phone before it hit the floor.

----

By the time she could secure her phone, Dupain-Cheng had completely disappeared, and she was not happy at all.

“WHERE'D THAT DIMWIT GO?!” she yelled, looking everywhere but not finding anyone. She just knew that Dupain-Cheng was laughing at her, dammit!

“Finally. Here you are.”

“Huh?”

She turned, and saw someone wearing some of the tackiest clothes she had ever seen, and she had seen some really tacky clothing.

“I don't have time for you.”

“You'll make time when my face is your face!”

She quickly dodged back into the office and closed the door just as the Akuma tried to hit her with some kind of light.

“Eugh, gross! Why does an Akuma have to come now?!”

She ignored Tikki's intent look, and blocked the door before quietly becoming Scarlet Lady and going out of the window.

“Get out here, Chloé! I have a whole new look for you!”

----

“This time, you won't get rid of me by locking me in the bathroom!” the Akuma said, and Marinette was shocked.

“Oh no, Juleka?!” It was the only option, after all that had just happened.

“Sounds like it,” someone said from behind her. She turned and saw...

“... hey.”

A black cat-like creature floating in the air.

She jumped into the library, shocked of her feet.

“Tiny cat! Mouse! Tiny cat-mouse!” she shouted, trying to make sense of what was going on, and the creature smiled at her.

“I've had worse reactions.”

“What are yooooou?!” Marinette yelled, confused, trying to protect herself with her purse.

“Look, I'm a kwami, I grant powers,” the creature said, brandishing a ring. “Look familiar?”

“That's–! Chat Noir's ring!” she realized. She had seen it enough times up close from all her encounters with the hero.

“You got it.”

“Is he okay?!”

“My kitten's been compromised. So I'm trusting you to use his ring and I'm trusting you to return it.”

Marinette smiled. She could be a hero! Even if it were for a day, it was awesome!

“Now these are the magic words. Plagg...”

----

“CLAWS OUT!”

----

“I thought you looked like a clown before, but now you're ridiculous!”

“Scarlet Lady!” Reflekta exclaimed the moment the wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous appeared, and aimed at her. “You'll appreciate it soon enough. Now, where is Chloé Bourgeois?!”

“I got her out, and she's far, far away–”

Reflekta cut her off by firing a laser, which didn't hit by centimeters. The wall behind Scarlet Lady sizzled from the impact, causing her to sweat nervously.

“Next time, I won't miss,” Reflekta threatened. “Soon, like everyone else, you'll look just like me!”

“No thanks.”

The end of a staff hit Reflekta in the face, stopping her from firing her weapon at Scarlet Lady.

“What?!”

The staff retracted again, and a deft hand swang it around.

“I prefer the look I got.”

The person that had spoken wore an elegant black qipao, molded to her lithe body almost like a second skin, and her hair held in both a long waist-long braid and a pair of short pigtails wrapped with two bands that resembled feline ears at the top of her head.

It was a cat heroine, but not the one everyone else expected.

“Who are you?!” Scarlet Lady yelled, and the newcomer glared at her with a huff.

“Oh yeah, you come with the job.”

----

“Whoa, who's that?!”

“What happened to Chat Noir?”

Plagg, oh my God, what did you do?!

This was, most definitely, nowhere close to what he had planned.

----

Scarlet Lady 'valiantly' stayed behind the newcomer, trying to keep her between herself and Reflekta.

“You better protect me!” she demanded.

“Don't you dare push me,” the cat lady fired back.

“I already skinned one cat, what's one more?!” Reflekta boasted.

“I don't think so!” Reflekta turned, and saw the multiple people she had turned into her resemblance approaching her. “GET HER!”

Everyone rushed forward, attempting to crowd her in numbers, but Reflekta simply flew over their heads.

“You're no match for me, Scarlet Lady!” Reflekta declared as she got away.

“What is going on?!”

“I'd also like some answers,” the Reflekta copy that had led the charge said, and the newcomer turned to him, shocked.

“Chat Noir?!”

----

Great. He knew he looked ridiculous... but he didn't think it would get to this.

Scar and the girl with the ring pointing and laughing at him.

“I can't believe it's really you!” the girl said.

“Geez, some thanks.”

“Phew!” Scar said, and of course she was just looking at herself in her compact. “Still, without your usual clown suit, you're utterly useless.”

“Hey!” the new girl exclaimed, angrily looking at Scar. “Chat Noir's smart, he doesn't need powers to fight Akuma!”

Then she smiled and gave him a wink.

“After all, I do it all the time.”

That smile.

That hair.

That voice.

That comment.

That wink.

He gasped.

MARINETTE?!?!?!?!?!

“What does that mean?!” Scar, ever the oblivious, asked.

Instead of answering, Marinette grabbed Chat Noir and began to pull him away from the gym.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“To the TV station! I have an idea!”

Well, of course. She always had great ideas. He could follow her into another one.

“By the way, what should I call you, Princess Noir?”

No, not Princess Noir. It didn't link well together.

“Mao... tif? Yeah, Maotif!”

He could see the pun. Mao, which was 'cat' in Mandarin, and tif from motif.

And, God, if it weren't for the fact that he was the one that usually wore it, he would love to let Marinette keep the ring!

“You are so freakin' cute.”

----

“Where's your daughter, M. Mayor?” Reflekta asked, or rather, demanded, of André Bourgeois.

“Is she not at school?” André answered. He really didn't know where Chloé was, but if she wasn't at school, then trying to lead this Akuma back there would keep her safe.

“Put on a costume, kay?” his TV sounded out, and he looked on to see Scarlet Lady on the screen. “This is a special request from your beloved Hero of Paris!”

“Cut!”

Even if he got hit by the Akuma's weapon, at least he knew everything would be alright.

----

“Your plan is weird,” Scar complained.

“The real plan is to lead Reflekta to the TV studio!” Maotif declared, and Chat Noir took her hand.

“And right into our claws.”

He kissed his Princess' hand, and it was just as nice when she was a heroine as when she was a civilian.

“Do you ever stop being gross?” Scar asked.

He just flipped her the bird.

----

Reflekta entered the studio, and Scar quickly ambushed the Akuma by throwing her yo-yo, tangling and trapping her with the string.

Or... rather... him.

“Seriously?! A fake?!”

“Désolé,” the man – it was a man, and Chat Noir knew that voice, but couldn't place it anywhere – apologized.

“Now I got you, Scarlet Lady!” Reflekta – the real one – exclaimed, now that Scar's yo-yo was all entangled on the false Reflekta.

“No, Reflekta!” he shouted, cutting off the lights and drowning the studio in darkness.

“WHAT?!” Reflekta said, surprised by the turn of events... just as a pair of shining blue cat eyes sloooooooooooowly dropped right behind her.

“Now I got you!” Maotif exclaimed with a grin.

----

The moment Maotif took Reflekta's wrist mirror and destroyed it, Chat Noir turned the lights on again, and realized that Scar was holding an object – a camera – decorated in the usual style of her Lucky Charm.

“I didn't even get to use Lucky Charm!” she complained as she tossed it into the air.

“Ahhh, don't throw it yet!” he shouted, ducking behind a door as Scar cast the Miraculous Cure.

----

“W-Where am I?” Juleka, finally recovered from her stint as an Akuma, asked, clearly disorientated.

“Are you okay, Juleka?” Maotif asked, and the other girl turned.

“Wha–?! Who are you?!” Juleka asked.

“Maotif!” the heroine replied, smiling. “But I'm just a temp.”

Juleka, still unsure of what was going on, produced her cellphone.

“C-Could I get your picture? My friend runs the LadyBlog, so...”

“Sure!” Maotif picked the phone, readied a selfie – and suddenly pulled Juleka into the camera's scope. “Say spaghetti!”

“Wait, what–?”

CLICK!

Smiling at helping her friend finally have a cool photo, Maotif walked up to where she had seen Chat Noir ducking in. He was clearly trying to hide his secret identity. And, as much as she would like to know the boy behind the hero, she would respect his secret.

“You there, Chat Noir?” she gently asked.

“Yeah...”

“Plagg, Claws In,” she said, and the black leather costume she had been wearing vanished as Maotif gave place to Marinette once more, while the kwami popped out of the ring. “Thanks, Plagg. It was fun.”

“Of course! Fun is my middle name!”

“Dupain-Cheng?!” Scar yelled. She sounded awfully like Chloé...

“Rad,” Juleka – now happier as she looked at her new photo – commented.

Marinette looked to see Chat Noir's hand showing, and she went on to put the ring into it.

But then, before she could drop the ring, Chat Noir took her hand between his and brought it to his face.

“You're a hero, Marinette. With or without a mask.”

And he kissed her hand again.

She felt her face was burning, but she wouldn't change this feeling for anything in the world.

----

With both Chat Noir and Scarlet Lady going their own ways, Marinette and Juleka were in need of transport – and, fortunately, André Bourgeois was kind enough to offer to take them back to school.

“Thanks for the ride, M. Mayor!” Marinette said, as Juleka showed her the selfie they had taken.

“Is it cool if I share this with Alya?” Juleka asked.

“Totally! And I don't mind if you tell her the truth.”

“Oh, awesome!” Then Juleka's grin turned impish. “I think I'm gonna mess with her first.”

“PFT!” Marinette laughed.

----

Juleka and Marinette got out of the car and thanked the Mayor once more for helping them return.

“Hey guys!” Adrien greeted them.

“Adrien!” Marinette exclaimed.

“I heard you were trying to get the picture retaken?”

Marinette's smile turned awkward, and she got the memory card out of her purse.

“Yeah, uh, I kinda... stole the photographer's SD card?”

Adrien and Juleka looked at Marinette and the card in absolute surprise... and then cracked up laughing.

“Don't laugh at me!” Marinette yelled, embarrassed.

“A cutie criminal!” Juleka chortled.

----

Vincent was putting up the camera in position, when two of the students came up to him.

One of them was Adrien.

And the other was young Marinette, the girl he had met back during the photoshoot at the park.

“Excuse me? You dropped this,” Marinette said, handing him his camera's SD card.

“Oh! Grazie!” He had thought it was in the camera, and it had been just a few minutes before that he had noticed it wasn't there. He inserted it in its slot, and it worked perfectly.

But Marinette and Adrien were not done yet, apparently.

“Sir, one of our students wasn't in the photo,” the girl asked, her hands in a begging position. “Can you please retake it? We want a class photo by the most awesome of photographers, pleeeeease!”

He smiled, and then he looked at Adrien, who was right behind the girl, blushing.

“Please?” he whispered.

Ah, these two. They would go far.

“Well, if you put it that way...” he said, and Marinette grinned.

“Yay!”

And Adrien turned red like a tomato.

While Marinette went over to tell her friends the news, he turned to Adrien, smirking just enough.

“It's not like you to ask for favors,” he commented, and Adrien looked away, embarrassed.

“Uhhhh...”

“Couldn't have anything to do with your bella amica, does it?”

“Don't tell my father. I will pay you anything to keep this to yourself.”

Vincent laughed and winked at the boy.

“Tell him what? Come on, go, they are waiting for you.”

Adrien thanked him and left, and he sighed.

“Ah, young love...”

----

Instead of the school gym, they were now at the park, and Juleka was right there in the middle of the group, ensuring that she would be in the photo.

“Okay, are we all ready?” Vincent called out, since there were two missing students from the group.

“Whatever. I already have my photo!” Chloé declared. Sabrina was unsure of what to do, but then Alix stood from her place at the side of the group.

“SABRINA! GET OVER HERE! C'mon, hustle!”

Sabrina smiled. Given her friendship with Chloé, she had never felt welcome in the group... but now they were asking her to join them!

“C-Coming!” she replied, rushing over.

The photo was finally taken, and everyone cheered up, with Rose giving Juleka the hug she had been unable to earlier.

“Your curse is totally broken, Juleka!” she said, joy pouring over her voice.

“Merci beaucoup, Adrien and Marinette!” Juleka said, as Vincent showed Alya and Marinette the photos he had taken of the group.

Alya pouted a bit: she had missed the fun, after all.

“But man, if only I could've gotten pictures this good of that cat girl!”

Juleka turned and gave her an uncharacteristic smirk, brandishing her cellphone with a photo.

“Actually, I've got some.”

Adrien gasped, a blush coating his cheeks.

Marinette looked about to begin laughing.

And Alya...

“WHAT?!”

… dived after the phone. Juleka took off running, and began to laugh as Alya ran behind her in an attempt to get her hands on that photo.

Amidst the chaos, Adrien turned to look at Marinette, smiling.

“Whoever she was, she handled it pretty well.”

And Adrien was rewarded with her blush and her smile.

“Y-Yeah.” Marinette leaned back, looking up to the sky. “Being a superhero... would be pretty cool.”

----

Not yet... but perhaps soon, Fu thought.

----

The moment Alya returned from her persecution and put her hands over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling, Marinette knew.

“Ah, Juleka told you. Do not put this on your blog. I consent to you knowing, not all of Paris!”

----

In a floating home at the Seine, Juleka returned all smiles and joy.

“So, how'd it go?”

“Well, not so great at first,” she admitted. “I'll spill the tea later. But Marinette totally broke the curse! We got so many pictures!”

He grabbed the phone, and checked the photos – one of which was of Juleka along with a cute black-haired girl with blue eyes.

“Huh. Marinette...”

----

Timebreaker

@zoe-oneesama I wonder what Hawkmoth would say if he got Reflekta'ed. “Why did I give her such a lame power?” probably.

Hope I got to show Juleka's emotional rollercoaster in a way that makes justice to Scarlet Lady!

#scarlet lady #scarlet lady is better than canon #milarqui #fanfiction #long post #reflekta #juleka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #maotif #appropriate cultural clothing?

[twinklecupcake]

Once again, Spider Queen found herself being bowed to.

But this wasn’t the kind she was used to. This girl in black and green, who’d just walked in unafraid (and oh didn’t that bring back nasty memories), was fully on the floor in front of her. On her hands and knees, forehead pressed to the floor respectfully, solemnly requesting to be taken on as a student.

“I wish to learn to make potions,” the girl said to the ground. “Better potions, stronger. I was told you could teach me.”

“And what makes you think I’d say yes?” The queen looms close over her. “What made you think I wouldn’t just wrap you up right now?”

“Because if you tried, I’d snake out and fight you,” is the quick response.

It actually takes her aback for a moment, before that gives way to amusement. Suddenly the green and black clothes make a lot more sense. “Oh, I see. You’re the green one, aren’t you? The younger sister.”

The girl is quiet, but nods.

(In the dark behind the girl’s still-bowing form, she can hear Huntsman whispering: “I thought the snake sisters were dead?”

Nobody responds.)

After another pause, the queen smiles. “Well, this could be interesting. Get up, girl.” The girl looks up, and Spider Queen continues, “We don’t mess around here. You slip up too much and we’re done. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

It’s no ‘My Queen,’ but it’ll do.

——

It’s selfish, ultimately.

She doesn’t expect it to go too far. Taking on a student is a fun distraction, a ‘sure, why not?’ moment.

But it works out well; the timing is perfect.

There’s something she’s trying to make, and the last ingredient is ‘the heart of a serpent.’

——-

Spider Queen isn’t joking when she says they don’t mess around. She intends to make this girl work for her knowledge and skill.

Fortunately, Xiaoqing is not only a quick learner, but persistent.

When she does make an error, Spider Queen doesn’t sugarcoat it. One instance sees her about to pour in too much of one of her ingredients at once, Spider Queen pulls it away from her and snaps: “Not like that! Put this stuff in a little at a time. You put all of that in right now and the whole room will go up in smoke, you hear me?”

Xiaoqing doesn’t cower, and Spider Queen has to admit she likes that. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Let me see you do it right.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She does much better this time, and Spider Queen would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a bit of pride.

——

Theoretically, she could just take the girl’s heart right now and be done with it.

But shock and fear wouldn’t make it work the same.

It’s much better if the heart is purely trusting.

So she keeps this up.

——

“How’s this?” Xiaoqing holds up the vial, looking oddly nervous as Spider Queen takes it.

The queen turns it a few times, checking how it reflects the light. Shakes it slightly to check the consistency. So far so good…

“Hey, Goliath. Drink this.”

When he tells her a few seconds later that yes, his stomach pain is completely gone, the queen sees Xiaoqing relax and smile. She’d done well-

-and she had taught her that.

This time she can’t even hide her smile at the pride swelling in her chest. “You catch on fast, girl. I knew I made a good choice.”

“Thank you, Teacher!”

——

…well. Surely this concoction can… wait a bit.

——-

Sometimes she’s a little too dedicated, Spider Queen thinks.

Like when Xiaoqing finally checked the time and abruptly jumped up, gathering her backpack. “Is it that late?! I have to go, sorry!” she blurted out.

“You sure?” Spider Queen notes the time herself. It’s not too bad - 8:30 pm. But it’s going to be dark. “Nobody’d mind you stayin’ a bit-”

“I wish I could, but I have class tomorrow morning with Uncle-” And by the gods if that doesn’t annoy Spider Queen a bit. “-and my apartment’s closer to the school. Besides, I’d hate to take up the space.”

‘You don’t have an extra couch. Get on that,’ whispers a part of Spider Queen’s mind.

“Will you be okay by yourself?”

“I should be. I’ll see you Thursday?”

“Thursday.”

“Bye!” Xiaoqing waves over her shoulder as she hurries out.

Spider Queen waves, her smile holding up until the girl vanishes into the dark. Then she hears a shuffling step next to her.

“Follow her,” she tells Huntsman. Pauses. “Just make sure she gets home safe.”

An hour later he returns, reporting he didn’t start to head back until the girl had unlocked her apartment and went through the front door.

She can’t hide her relief.

——-

…what is wrong with her?

——

If she was in the mood to joke about it, she might say something about how this was better than the last time a random girl had walked into the lair.

Xiaoqing is dedicated. Curious. Asks a lot of questions and listens to her answers very seriously.

She’s a fast learner, all focus and no nonsense, responding to everything with “Yes, ma’am” and “Yes, Teacher.” Her successes far, far outnumber her failures, and Spider Queen feels a rush of pride every time.

She gets along with her boys, too. Spider Queen can hear them greeting her even before the green-clothed girl even appears.

Even Syntax is fine with her, though she knows for a fact he’d sooner chug acid than admit it.

——

“You know, you’ve been workin’ too hard. You’re young, you deserve a break.”

“But what about-”

“Oh, hush. We can still do lessons next week. Your school does breaks, so can we.”

“What’re we going to do, then?”

They go downtown that night, Spider Queen remaining in her human guise.

They look like a pair of friends, or a single aunt and her niece. Or something like that, Spider Queen quickly thinks.

…it’s fun.

——

One day it hits her: I’m a Mentor. I have a student.

She’s not sure what to do with that information.

But damn it, is she pleased with the snake’s progress. And she loves having her over. More than she thought she would.

——

She decides to forgo this potion entirely. Who needs it anyway?

#lmk oc #Xiaoqing #monkie kid #spider queen #q

[petekaos]

Okay I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself: top 5 chanonpom moments? Either together or as individuals. They barely had any screen time but I think about them from time to time and I just 😞😞😞 For this question pls feel free to include/imagine anything that could’ve happened in between seasons or post-series as well ❤️‍🔥

hiii nonnie! this ask made me soooo 🥺 y’all truly know how much i love them!! okay, here it is in no particular order:

1) “you’ll be a teacher. i promise.” this is THE chanonpom scene. it’s about how close they are to one another, how pom is a little embarrassed of his dream to become a teacher and is convinced he won’t make it but how chanon believes in him deeply. how he asks him his dream because at this point he already knows he’s going to sacrifice himself for pom. when he said “i envy your students.” !!! simply because he believes that pom will be the best teacher ever. i just … adore their fond smiles and gazes at one another in this scene 🥺💔 the way that they dote on each other, the way those were their most genuine smiles in the whole series…

2) “if i’m still alive, you must be as well.”chanonpom rooftop scene … probably one of the most scenes to ever scene in all of history. the fact that they had all of this history between them and it seemed like they could never reunite but then all this love poured out of the screen 😭 chanon admitting that he’s been focused on getting revenge all these years, but now he feels bad because of what he did to pom … and truly talking about how depressed he’s felt and pom listening and tearing up because of everything he’s saying. AND THEN THAT LINE … the way their existences are inextricably linked, even after all of this time. it’s simply a love confession for the ages.

3) “if no one would let you, do it to me.” ah this scene is just so lovely … it’s the first scene that pops into pom’s head when pang brings his memories back and i can see why! i really love teenage chanonpom and the way that they always sat in empty classrooms together (i have a post about it here) and how chanon was so so so supportive of pom and his potential. the way he was so consistently ready to sacrifice himself for pom is just … wow. teenage chanonpom make me smile and cry all at once because they were just kids and they didn’t deserve anything that happened to them but also they were the sweetest little guys ever 🥺 like look at how they look at each other…

4) “we won, right?” this little moment made me want to screammmm. the way that the two of them look at each other with those small, awed smiles. because this fight has lasted three generations. because this fight ruined them, snatched their lives and their youth away from their hands. because this fight cost them everything. just the kids being happy around them—representing that hope that they’re slowly regaining—and the two of them looking at each other, drawn to each other even after all of these years … god !!! i just cannot deal with them … the way that they must have spent so much time feeling so lonely. my heart is breaking 😭💔

5) okay one post-canon scene i can imagine: after the two of them move in together (for some reason or another), i’d like to think that they’d cook at least once every week together when their schedules line up. picturing chanon and pom on a saturday night quietly making curry together, conversation flowing between the two of them. chanon gently tucking his chin into the crook of pom’s shoulder, pom laughing and shrugging him off so he can pay attention to his cooking. cooking and eating together is the most love-filled thing you can do, i think. and i just want the two of them to be happy and domestic. 😞🥺

thank you for this ask, nonnie!! i had such a fun time answering it 🥰💗

put ‘top 5 anything’ in my inbox!

#i lov chanonpom .. i lov them lots 😞😞😞 #rahul answers

[dellb1969]

Peever Elementary School 1974-1979

Initially I attended this school off and on when my parents were together or while staying with relatives.

School attendance was something that I looked forward to, being there brought me such terrific memories.

In kindergarten my teacher was an older white lady who in some ways seemed like a grandmother. She was always so nice and seemingly understanding of us native children.

I knew even then that I was different in the way that I fit in, you could tell the difference between kids who had normal families and money by the way that they dressed and were groomed.

Lunchtime was always a favorite. It was nice to feel that bit of normalcy. Food or lack thereof would represent quality of life in my younger years. Mostly because often I remember being without or very limited.

My young student life would get better as I went from kindergarten through grade five.

In the first grade we went school clothes shopping. I’ll always remember my first denim jacket and royal blue hooded sweater worn underneath. I was so proud of it. It looked different than anyone else’s.

Once while coming in from recess my former kindergarten teacher saw me step out of the single line formation and reached out to grab me by the hair, yell at me for being disorderly, slapped each cheek and shook me so hard that my head bounced off the brick wall causing a nose bleed before shoving me into my classroom.

I felt horrible that I made such a mistake that I put my head down on my desk and cried. Meanwhile, my nosebleed continued and made a puddle beneath me. When my teacher saw what I looked like, and she cleaned me up. She asked what happened, I was so distraught that I couldn’t speak and so other classmates who did witness provided the back story before storming off and a shouting match ensued in the hallway between the two teachers.

With my feelings still very hurt, I rested my head on my desk while using my jacket as a pillow. I was sent home for the day after my grandpa Barse was called. When he arrived, he was cussing so loud that I knew someone was in trouble and out of the principals office came the crying teacher. My grandpa could be fiercely protective.

In the second grade I witnessed him punch out a school official over some disparaging remarks made about my brother and cousin who had gotten into trouble. He took us out of school on this day as well. That afternoon he drove to Milbank, a neighboring town and in the five and dime bought us toy cars.

Anything new to me was very foreign. Like precious gold. I marveled at how shiny and fantastic real toys could be.

While in the first grade I got to play Uncle Sam in a school play. My top hat and white beard made out of construction paper, glue, staples and tape. My beard was made curly by taking the edge of the scissors and wisping fast over the blade.

School concerts and pageants were always so fun for me. Christmas time, I got to play Santa Claus in the third grade.

My peculiarities slowly changed from survival mode to being on guard. While most of my abuse still existed, I just got better at adapting and self soothing. Keeping secrets.

I did my best to bring myself back to normal as quickly as I could, because I enjoyed the normal parts of my life while attending school. As a family we were evolving too and to be the bearer of bad news, I just couldn’t deliver it. Look at how much we’ve been through.

It was toward the end of my time here that life was becoming more complicated as I grew older. The time would come when my elementary security blanket would be gone and I’d be moving onto a bigger school with older kids in a much bigger town.

My anxiety levels were off the charts.

Unbeknownst to me, everything would change during the summer between fifth and sixth grade.

I was going to be eleventeen soon.

#childhoodtrauma #sexualabuse #emotionalabuse #physicalabuse #ptsd #selfcare #selfreflection #worthiness #raiseyourfrequency

[aajjks]

BC!JK

you laugh when jungkook says he’ll wear a tie matching the same color as your dress. a dress that he would buy just for you. first, sage. next, a tiffany & co. necklace. and now, he’s suggesting to buy your dress. you know you shouldn’t compare but hard to not draw comparisons when your last relationship wasn’t that long ago.

what you and eunwoo had was special but with jungkook, it’s a bit more. he’s always buying, tending, and catering to you. always, BUT this is just day one.

you can’t fall for the same sweet gestures. eunwoo was nice too. he bought you things too.

fool me one time, shame on you.

fool me two times, can’t put the blame on you.

“my favorite color? pink of course!” typical.

“but i also love orange, turquoise, and champagne. they’re such pretty colors. what about you? i’m gonna guess black and white”

it’s only right that you ask the same question back while taking a sip of your delicious milkshake.

“also, why salty? sweet things are so much better. if cavities never existed, i’d eat chocolate and caramel drizzled pretzels all day. probably for the rest of my life” you laugh and lean in to listen to jungkook’s words.

you find his stammering to be quite cute and a little strange considering you never took him as the type to be so fumbly around women, especially you. the 21 year old jungkook was a walking bad boy that all the girls loved yet knew their parents would hate him.

he’s got his father’s confidence and mother’s quick-wittedness, so making conversation came easy. yet here he is, bashful and shy in front of you. you’re shy too but that’s within your nature. you’ve always been shy and a bit of a turtle but it seems like jungkook is a bit of a turtle too.

“i hope this doesn’t sound mean, jungkook but..like…why did you hate me so much and what made you like me so much? like, where or when did the feelings start? when you left school, i thought you hated me all over again but here we are”

His smile fades immediately when you bring up why he hated you. Honestly, he’s not liking this discussion, Jungkook stops munching on his ice cream and now his demeanor has shifted.

When you know everything, why are you asking him and rubbing salt onto his old wounds?

“Yn..” he breathes out, “I had always liked you and I even sent you a letter confessing my love for you, 6 years go… I put it in your locker but… I never got a reply.” This is what you wanted right?

So he will make sure to give you a trip down to memory lane.

“I-I… this was before the bullying started, all my friends made fun of me because you never replied or even acknowledged it… they knew I liked you… you pretended like I never existed? That my letter never existed!”

He’s not even sure if you remember but… now what’s the point? He remembers how namjoon & Yoongi made fun of him for liking you.

“So after a few months I decided to make sure that you’ll always acknowledge me.” That’s how the bullying along with his friends started.

You basically ignored him- you never even looked at him, always way too caught up in your books or eunwoo- you always liked that fucker… even though jungkooks suspicions were confirmed after burning your journal.

“So yes. I began to hate you. But the truth is… I was… I was only pretending to do so… I always loved you yn. I fell for you the first time we met in that art class, do you remember that French teacher? Yeah.”

He’s looking down, he should be over that by now it’s okay… you’re his now. “W-Why did you never respond yn?”

But he deserves to know the answer to that.

#ask: bc!jk #villains are never born theyre created

[something-different-tomorrow]

09.10.22 -- 9:44pm

⠀⠀anxiety is tough

⠀⠀i'm really just trying to live my life and it is so horribly overwhelming and i wish i can just go back to enjoying whatever i'm focused on and stay focused ⠀⠀my memory has gradually declined since then. i feel so forgetful and confused all the time when i know i shouldn't. i don't remember a lot

⠀⠀i am so sorry for all of the recent negative posts , i'm really trying to find a proper outlet for my thoughts and it just so happens that it's caught me in a bad time to process everything , and i'm still processing and letting it out , which is okay i think

⠀⠀in spite of the negativity , i actually did have fun today. i went to a state fair with my close friend and had fun together , which was really nice. even though i couldn't stop thinking about something , they were really fun to hang out with and we even made some bracelets together ! that's nice , that was really relaxing

⠀⠀during the fair i have purchased multiple autumn-smelling candles , i want my room to smell extra comfy and toasty. although winter is my favorite season , i love the comfort that fall associated smells can bring. it's cozy and warm , and sometimes , the sharpness of winter tends to overwhelm me

⠀⠀before the fair , i actually had to go back to school for a 2 hour class. my ap class is very scary and seems very difficult. it is safe to say that i am very nervous seeing that my first test in next week ? jeez. . . my teacher even says it'll be more difficult on purpose. augh. perfect way to top everything off i guess.

⠀⠀but even after whatever situation i find myself in , i know it'll pass eventually as nature takes it's course , and for that , i am comforted

brutus.

#brutus is writing #blog #blogblr #dear diary #diary #journal #journaling #life update #thoughts #diary entry #journal entry #personal diary #online diary #diaryposting #tumblr diary #anxienty #actually anxiety

[sad0nion]

i tend to avoid facebook because it has always made me feel like shit. i would compare myself to others and it's generally a good way to make me feel bad about myself.

but i ended up back on there tonight, and i went through my friends list and checked up on some people and... well, it wasn't a good experience, per se, but it wasn't anything like it normally feels.

this time it felt sad. but not in the self deprecating angry way. it felt sad like... who are you?

it felt sad like, we used to see each other every day and now we haven't spoken in a decade.

it felt sad like, i don't know what your voice sounds like anymore.

it felt sad like, i have a picture of us in my backyard when we were four, squished together and shoulder deep in water in a big bucket. we are smiling so large you can't see our eyes. it's in a photo album on the bookshelf in my room. i haven't met your partner and you've been married for 5 years. i can't remember the last time i saw you in person.

it felt sad like, i know you were important to me at some point, but i can't see your face in your profile picture and your name doesn't bring up any specific memories.

it felt sad like, a profile picture that hasn't changed since we were 16 and a page that only sees activity twice a year; once on your birthday, once on your death anniversary.

it felt sad like, someone leaving a comment on my page when i was 17, saying they missed me and i should text them. i commented back saying i missed them too, and that i just sent them a message. their page link now has no profile picture and no attached name. i don't know who you were. i don't know who you are.

it felt sad like, i don't recognize you in those pictures. you've changed your hair and grown up and now you don't look like who i knew.

it felt sad like, you touched my life in an important way. i think about you often, and hope you're ok. oh. you unfriended me. we haven't spoken in so long. i'm not surprised.

it felt sad like, you were such a fun and energetic young girl. we grew up together, we grew apart together. i look at you and still see that little kid. you are a teacher for kids who are the age we were when we met. your are getting married soon. you are so bright and beautiful.

it felt sad in a nostalgic way, in a way that aches deep. i loved you, in some way, at some point. some of this love i can't remember, some i still have sitting stagnant in my heart. i hope you're doing well.

#facebook #it's a graveyard to my childhood at this point #a talking onion

[amelmajrii]

To think that Dzsenifer's name isn't even that far to her language? And she doesn't even understand how what she tweeted was wrong. I am suspecting either a delete without ever addressing it or some half assed apology that still shows she doesn't get it. No matter how "woke" white Americans will just be LIKE THAT I guess.

people just keep finding new ways to show how foolish they are day after day. Idk if she even sees the point. She might just say it was a joke and that we have no sense of humour like some journalists always do? It’s very telling that she hasn’t deleted it yet.

#you don’t see him complaining about the different ways there are to write Catherine or Katelyn now. I’m sure Meredith can make an effort t #then so she better make an effort for Maro. #so many things there are to tweet about Maro but she decides to make fun of a name and how it’s spelled #brings back bad memories to me when my teacher made fun of the way my name was written #answered asks

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hey there Savi.. could i request a kou,mitsuba and tsukasa x reader where their s/o gets bullied alot?? I've been struggling with it recently and now that school is going to start again im dreading it .. thank you in advance <3

kou minamoto x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I’m really sorry that you’ve had experiences like that, but I also genuinely hope that this year will be better! You’ve got this-!! And don’t be afraid to ask for help <3 you’re so so welcome, tho I’m sure schools probably started by now, therefore I’m super sorry for the time this took- and thank you so much for requesting <3

Waaaaaah i’m also sorry if it’s OOC, cos I know Tsukasa’s at least is;;; writer’s block is aaaaaaah-;; I’ve genuinely been writing this since September 19th,,,,

warnings: bullying

word count: 2,044

kou minamoto <3

You glanced at your phone screen, the date flashing up at you. It was depressing. Thoughts of previous years danced in your head, as you shut your phone back off. You currently stood outside of your school, “open house” finally over. School was starting back in just a few days. Your days of freedom could be counted on one hand… this was, by far, one of your least favorite times of the year.

“(Y/N)! Do you still want to walk to the park?” Kou questioned, running up beside you. You nodded, hoping that spending time with your boyfriend would get your mind off of school, and memories related to such. As the two of you began to walk, you could practically feel the question on the tip of Kou’s tongue. He always made himself rather obvious- his hands fidgeted a bit, his gaze lowering to the ground.

“Say, (Y/N)... you seem sad. Is it because school’s starting back?”

You thought for a moment, unsure of how to put it. He certainly wasn’t wrong…

“Yeah, that’s basically it… last year was just… not a good year, haha.”

“Oh? Well, I’m sure this one will be better!! If you want, we can make a list or something? All the bad things about last year can be something we change this year-!”

Despite bitterly knowing that it wasn’t exactly something within your realm of control, you laughed a bit. “That’s… insanely corny, Kou. I didn’t say a terrible idea- just… corny.”

When you glanced up at him, you noticed his red face, as he blurted out an excuse. A moment of fumbling over his words passed, before he gave up, glancing off to the side once more.

“Wh-whatever- I mean, just… like, tell me what’s wrong, if you want to. And I’ll try to help. Alright?”

“It’s really not something either of us can help, Kou.”

“So? I’m your boyfriend,” He seemed a bit embarrassed to say, most likely not used to pulling that sort of card, “If you don’t want to tell me, I can’t make you. But, if you’re alright with telling me, I want to know. Either way, I’m here for you...”

“Ah… I know it, Kou. Honestly, I just… dealt with some bullying last year, so I’m really not looking forward to this year. No matter how much I hear ‘oh, the bully does it to feel better about themself’, it’s just emotionally… hm, awful, you know?”

“Oh… I understand, (Y/N). I do remember some people picking on me, since I have a big brother like Teru- it’s not fun at all. Here!! I’ll stay with you, 24/7! Sit with me during classes, and I’ll hang out with you during free time!” “Thanks, Kou- but we probably won’t have every class together.”

“Then- just tell me if something happens during the class,” He spoke, crossing his arms rather seriously. “I’ll talk with the teacher! Easy peasy!!”

A moment passed, before Kou took your hand, looking at the ground, then back up with you. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly, his eyes not as wide as they usually were. Kou was being serious- as serious as his sweet mind could let him be. He almost seemed to resemble his big brother even more- when the two were serious.

“If something happens, tell me, okay? I mean it. I don’t want this year to be bad for you- as your friend and boyfriend! Let me do what I can to help, alright?”

You blinked a bit. Kou’s words were so sincere, you felt your heart beat a bit quicker. “A-alright. Thank you, Kou. I really mean it.” You spoke, bringing the boy into a hug to hide whatever sort of expression you were making.

“Of course! You don’t need to thank me, (Y/N). I’m happy to try and help-!”

mitsuba sousuke <3

“(Y/N), if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll give you something to complain about.”

Ah, Mitsuba… he spoke, his arms crossed as he sat next to you, silently noticing your slightly disheveled clothes. Judging by the slightly down look you wore, too many things were now adding up. Something was bothering you, and he was bound and determined to find out what it was.

“Mitsuba, it’s okay, really. Here! Let’s eat, I’m starving!” You opened up your bento box, sliding one his way, and sticking the chopsticks into your mouth. Though you hummed happily, Mitsuba was… in Detective Mode, to put it lightheartedly. Your every move was being analyzed, as he tried his best to figure out what was wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you swallowed a bit harder than usual.

“What’s the point of lying to me, dummy? If you aren’t hungry, it’s probably because whatever is bothering you is ruining your appetite. Talk to me. I’m serious.”

You sighed, feeling as if the food was stuck in your throat. Or maybe your throat simply felt as though it had a lump in it…? Either way, you were painfully aware of the unpleasant feeling. Along with the creeping suspicion that Mitsuba wasn’t going to leave this alone. Was he good at reading people?? Were you just easy to read…? Or maybe, he was just far too accustomed to the way you reacted to things. Able to focus in on the little things, especially when he wanted to. Perhaps it was the talent of a photographer? Being able to read the entire picture??

Perhaps you were thinking too much into it, desperate for a way to get your mind off of the things going on around you.

“I’m just… dealing with some stuff.”

“Well, duh. What kind of stuff?”

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, fiddling absentmindedly with the chopsticks. You knew you could confide in Mitsuba… yet, something about it felt practically impossible. What would happen if you told him? Could he do anything? He was merely a ghost…

“Oi, I asked a question. Listen, and listen well, you idiot- I know I can’t solve all your problems, but I can at least listen- which is what you’d better be doing right now. You listen to me, though who wouldn’t want to is beyond me, so I can at least do the same. I’m not your therapist, but I am your boyfriend.”

Those words danced around in your mind for a bit, as you considered how to put it. For a moment, you simply nodded, letting Mitsuba know you heard- and were acknowledging- what he said. A few more moments passed before you began to speak.

“Lately, there have been some students… picking on me, I guess. It’s… discouraging, and makes school feel like a living nightmare. You’re the only good thing in my day at this hellhole.”

“Oh.”

You tightened your grip on the chopsticks, trying to read Mitsuba’s tone. Suddenly, it clicked- remembering Mitsuba mentioning being bullied for being “feminine” and “foul-mouthed”. He truly, genuinely, understood where you were coming from.

“I see, then… I’ll tell you what to do, (Y/N). Tell an adult, lame-o. I don’t give a flying flip about ‘oh, they won’t believe me’ or ‘what if the bullies blah blah.’ At least try it- it’s hard, but I don’t care about that either. Also, freaking ignore them. Obviously, you don’t want to pay them attention, so don’t.”

“Mitsuba, it’s not that easy-”

“I know. (Y/N), I’ve been in your shoes. Maybe it’s different- I dunno what kind of bullying they’re doing. Still, if you’re good enough for my standards, you know you’re at least worth something. So don’t let those low-lives get you down. I promise you, if I could, I’d give them a piece of my mind. But, since I can’t, just… do it yourself, or something. Don’t endure it, you rat.”

(“Mitsuba, all your insults lowkey feel like bullying-”

“Shut up, stupid-face, you can’t tell a teacher on a ghost. What’re you gonna say?? Waaaah, sensei, school mystery number 3 is calling me names!! Hah.”

“Tsuchigomori-sensei can see you, you know. And he teaches both Minamoto boys!”

“Lalalaaaa, I can’t hear you-”)

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa… knows.

There was no other way to put it. You knew he knew, and you knew he was just waiting. A part of him wanted you to ask him for help- to confide in him, even if it took some pushing. He was… a bit different in that sense- I mean, how was he to know you didn’t enjoy being bullied? Was it the same way he felt when Amane looked at him with such hatred?

“(Y/N)!! What’s with such a sad look?? Did you get a bad test grade?” Tsukasa questioned, floating alongside you as you entered the broadcasting room. You simply shook your head, placing your bookbag on the floor, then standing back up.

“It’s just been a day, Tsu,” You added, taking a seat near Sakura. As you did, she pushed a cup of tea your way, her gaze as it usually was. She looked right through you, as if you were nothing but a ghost. Still, it was a much better look than the ones given by the bullies. Muttering a ‘thank you’, you lifted the cup, fiddling with it slightly.

“If there’s something bothering you, feel free to share it,” Sakura spoke, her gaze staying on you, then finally closing as she sipped from her cup.

“If there’s something bothering you, share it.” Tsukasa added, placing his head on your shoulder and staring at your eyes. His gaze drifted to your hands when you brought the cup to your lips, then over to your throat as you struggled to swallow.

“Runt, if you don’t back away from them, you’ll the the one bothering them,” Natsuhiko spoke, raising his eyebrows at Tsukasa, then offering you a slightly concerned look. His expression was enough for you to know he wanted to know if you were alright- to which you shrugged, reaching up and patting the side of Tsukasa’s face.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll be fine, really.”

Sakura pondered for a moment, before standing. “Mitsuba, would you like to walk with me? I should go grab something.”

Mitsuba, who had been sitting off to the side- glanced up, his usual puppy-like expression on his face. “Sure,” He replied, standing up, practically in sync with Natsuhiko.

“I’ll go as well, my lady!”

Oh. She’s doing that on purpose.

Your eyes followed the trio as they left the room, and you could feel Tsukasa’s eyes still stuck on you. The moment the door shut, he spoke. “(Y/N), tell me what’s wrong. You don’t seem to enjoy being miserable!”

“Am I supposed to?” “You’re miserable then? What’s wrong, c’mon!!”

“I didn’t say I was- just that I don’t think many people like it,” You spoke, taking another sip from the tea. The warmth of it made your throat feel hot, but it didn’t help the lump stuck in it.

“(Y/N). Just admit to me what’s wrong, and I’ll do what I can!”

You sighed, not wanting to grow frustrated. Tsukasa was… trying. He just didn’t understand everything- the boy who enjoyed seeing people wear normally unpleasant expressions, of course he wouldn’t personally understand. He wanted to help you, but how could a ghost help? Much less, the ghost of a boy such as him?

“(Y/N)-” “I’m just dealing with some bullies. It’s fine, Tsukasa- I’ll figure something out.”

“I’ll kill them <3”

“Tsu-”

Tsukasa stepped away from you, crossing his arms. “So, (Y/N), you don’t like it when people bully you? I’ll take care of it! Promise!” “Stop it right there, Mr. Only-grants-wishes-for-the-dead. Don’t ‘take care of them.’ I just need to get enough confidence to tell a teacher or something…”

Tsukasa paused, pouting his lips slightly, before nodding. Quickly, he floated back over to you, and trapped you in a hug. His arms wrapped around you securely, making you feel rather safe for being in the arms of such a destructive boy. “Fine. I’ll go with you, then, (Y/N)! I’ll even hold your hand!! And I definitely won’t let those bullies bother you any more~.”

“Tsukasa, please, don’t do anything drastic-” “Whatever you say, (Y/N). You know I can’t go against the wishes of my cute partner~!”

#anon #gn!reader #x gn!reader #oneshot #tbhk #jshk #kou minamoto #mitsuba sousuke #tsukasa yugi #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #kou minamoto x reader #mitsuba sousuke x reader #tsukasa yugi x reader

[honklore]

would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!

#I fully believe dream is horrible at flirting #dreamwastaken au #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fanfic #mcyt au #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader

[kanene-yaaay]

Talks, Teases and Tea

Warnings: I can’t think of any. They’re just talking about boundaries and lightly teasing and tickling ech other. Brief Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Hizashi with implied Lee!Toshinori. About 2500 words.

Kanene’s notes: Heya! I’ve been wanting to finish this fic for a while! I wanted to write a bit more about it because it is an interesting scenario but dfghjdfghjr I was already losing the tracks with this quite long fic, so, yay! I am glad I am finally sharing this w u all <3. I hope u like this ^v^

[~*~]

Toshinori winced at his own smile, staring at the cup of tea in front of him with an intensity that wasn't really needed. His gaze flicked quickly across the two guests in the room, analysing the situation. Aizawa drank his tea slowly, partly oblivious to Hizashi, who kept drumming his finger on the tabletop in a rhythm he was sure he heard somewhere, humming a song. Their gazes locked together and Toshinori couldn't help the slight blush which traveled to his cheeks. They quickly averted their eyes.

Aizawa's loud, exasperated sigh flew across the room. "You two are ridiculous."

Hizashi and Toshinori broke down in giggles, not really denying the black haired teacher words, the acknowledgement of how they, professional heroes trained to act through the nervousness and pressure, just spent minutes deviating glares and blushing like teenagers in love making them only laugh harder.

"It's kind of silly, isn't it?" Yagi was the first to get himself together, softly smiling under Shouta's intense eyes.

"Yes." The aforementioned retorted. "But it's necessary."

"We can't say it isn't even a bit awkward, though." Hizashi contemplated, stirring a spoon on his untouched drink. His smile became wicked as he wiggled his fingers in front of Aizawa's face. "Aren't you nervous about sharing your deepest desires with us, Shou?"

He yelped as the other batted his hand away, scoffing, not unkindly. "Stop, you're scaring Toshinori."

The attention switched to the taller one. Showing vulnerability was difficult to all of them, but to the former number one hero it sometimes felt as if he would never be able to fully do it.

He was working on that.

"Oh, shit, sorry,  I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, Hizashi-san." Yagi scratched at his neck, wondering if the hot feeling painting his cheeks would ever disappear. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you with it." His grin was small, but honest.

Aizawa did his best to not get up from his chair and hide Toshinori on his capture weapon before he killed him with cuteness, just as he did with his cats. At his side, Hizashi made a show of placing his hands on his chest and crying "My heart!" dramatically as if he just got shot. All Might's face got even redder.

"Right." The erasure hero started before his urge became stronger. "Let's start with a safeword."

"Right." Yagi beamed, getting a small notepad in hands and hurrying to find a blank space on it. 

He looked up when no more suggestions filled the air, only to find a very amused green gaze staring right at him as the other grumbled something about not being awake enough for that and stole Hizashi's tea. "Toshi, dear, what are you doing?"

"I'm, uh, actually I…" He cleaned his throat. "My memory is kind of bad so I was wondering that I could, maybe, take notes?”

"Will they be coded?"

"Yes."

“Then I don’t care. Do what works for you.”

"Oooh," Yamada popped in, hands resting on the tabletop as his body inclined forward. "Clever! Such a clever idea! Can you teach it to me later? And let me take pictures?"

"O-of course, Hizashi-san."

Shouts huffed, amused. "You know he will use all that information against you, right?"

"Shhh! Shou, don’t expose my evil plan!"

"Maybe we could use the Spotlight system?" Yagi cut their bickering, knowing the lengths they could take their playfulness and he really doubted he would have the courage to finish this conversation another day.

"Bo-o-ring! We should choose something more unique and new! Something more like..." The blonde's eyes suddenly gathered a dangerous glint. "I am here."

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"No, no, no, Toshinori-san, hear me out, hear me out!" His words almost couldn't be understood across his crackles, the voice hero trying to make the Number One hero to stop hiding his face, knowing that any attempt of reasoning about this with Aizawa would be quickly ignored. "Think about it! Think carefully about it!"

The called one peaked between the fingers of the hand, opening his mouth to vehemently protest against the use of his hero persona’s trademark phrase, but then, in that exact moment Yamada pointed to Shouta.

Suddenly, a very clear image of his gloomy, reserved coworker, with a gigantic smile plastered on his face shouting "I am here!" between his frantic, low laughter filled his mind.

He took a steady breath.

"I am tempted," was his final verdict.

"Yes!"

"I refuse."

"Democracy is really a bitch isn't it?" Hizashi pouted in fake empathy. "I promise I won't tease you... too much."

"I can and will kill you both before that. I am an underground hero, I have my ways."

Yagi chuckled. "I still believe we could use the spotlight system, too. It's faster."

"Noo, Toshinori-san! We were almost winning!"

Aizawa flicked him on the forehead, lips quirking upwards before he sobered. "We also need a word to signal a need for a break and a non verbal one. That is not negotiable."

Hizashi blinked, red dusking his initially confident expression. "Oh, yeah, this is actually a very good idea."

"For the non verbal we could tap out?"

"Nope. I trash around too much, probably would do this without even realizing it…" How could Yamada talk so freely about this, Yagi would never truly understand. "Ah, I know! We could just snap our fingers!” He was fast to demonstrate his words. “Quick and easy!"

"And we could use Break as the other one, everyone agrees?" Aizawa nodded at the affirmative sounds said by the others. "Good. Bondage?"

Silence.

"I am… not very comfortable with it as the ler, but…" Hizashi drummed his fingers harder on the tabletop, stopping only when Aizawa gave his mug back, happy in occupying his antsy hands with it. "Sometime... When I am in a strong Lee mood, I like the light ones?"

"Always ask before, then." Yagi smiled kindly at him before scribbling that down. "Shouta-san?"

"Yes. Just not my arms."

"Right."

"And you Toshinori-san?"

The pencil stopped for a second. Yagi chuckled nervously. 

"...I don't really know."

He couldn't describe it. That not quite quite, but definitely there, feeling that accommodated on his chest everytime he thought about it.

"It's okay." Yamada reassured. "It's never too late to discover and try it! When you feel comfortable enough to do that, of course. Also, don’t forget: just one word and we will stop."

"This talk is important exactly because of that."

Warmth filled Yagi’s chest at care and the safety that flowed from each act, each word from the other two.

"Of course." His tune then became serious. When did he get so soft in the first place? "And, if any of your preferences change, warn me. This needs to be comfortable for all of us, right?"

"Will do."

Shouta hummed in agreement.

"Okay. Aaand what about petnames?"

Suddenly, Yagi was very, very happy for having that conversation in person and not through shy, quick messages in their shared group - how he first intended for it to be,- because otherwise he wouldn't have had the gold opportunity to watch how fast Aizawa’s face was able to blush entirely with a single sentence.

The Erasure Hero lifted his gaze, gave a quick glance between Hizashi’s smug expression and Toshinori’s truly awed one and immediately shrunk on his chair, arms crossed and grumpy grubbles being chewed under his breath, the red on his features still shining brightly. 

“Fuck.” Both of the other two integrants in the room snickered at the curse.

“Baaabeee.~”

“Shut up. I hate you.”

“My deeear, my adorably, adorable blushy toyy.~”

Shouta twitched in his place, an uncontrollable wobbly smile opening its way to his lips, butterflies jumping and dancing non stop on his stomach. He shrunk even further on the chair, refusing to hide his face only because he knew how much of a fuel that would be for both blondes.

(And, maybe because deep down, he liked the attention he was receiving.) 

“I am going to leave.”

“Aww, why? The serious, grumpy Shouta can’t stand letting his bestest friends knowing that he is actually a soft, adorable, flustered-” at each adjective Hizashi ignored the other’s - admitelly fake - sharp gaze in order to poke his stomach with every word. “-little wiggle lee?”

It took just a blink of an eye. In a second Yamada was tormenting him, having an absolute blast with the way Shouta’s blush was travelling all the way to his neck, chest shaking with his attempts to trap the bubbling giggles inside, and, on the other, the underground hero used their proximity to grab the Voice Hero’s hand and twist him so the blond would be trapped on his arms, a surprised high pitched sound flying the air.

“I would be very careful with my next words, if I were you.” The black haired hero adjusted them so his low tune would hit directly Hiazhi’s unprotected, and also very sensitive, ears, that act alone being able to fish more whining noises from the blond.

“And you.” Toshinori couldn’t help the way his soft smile turned into a nervous one when those black, deep eyes stared directly on the bottom of his soul, the redness of his face taking some of the sharpness of his words, however. “Don’t think you’re out of danger just because there is a table between us. We know I’m faster.”

“I wouldn’t dream about it, Shouta-san.” Yagi replied with an amused placating gesture, his entire face filled with softness. “I was just appreciating how considerate and attentive it was from Hizashi-san’s part to bring up such an important topic and also how great it was for you to let him have some fun before your immediate reaction.”

He watched with a sweet interest and a polite faked confusion, as if he couldn’t understand the impact his words and the implications they held, as their faces were set on flames again with his blunt honesty. 

“You’re on thin fucking ice.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shouta-san!” The former number one hero chipped before innocently writing down a few more lines on his notes.

“Yagi-san!” Yamada whined. “I thought we were a team! Partners in crime! Two forces that gathered together to bring Shouta down. How could you betray me like that?!”

Toshinori just grinned free of any guilt, not taking long before he sobered again. “Is there, however, any nickname you’re not comfortable with, Shouta-san, Hizashi-san?”

The one with vivid green eyes seemed lost in thought for a moment, so the underground hero’s grumbles were easily noticed in the sudden silence.

“Just don’t call me any variation of ‘pet’ and you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.” Toshinori replied, writing that information down as well.

“Oh, yeah, I just remembered something. It’s not really a nickname and more of a situation? I think it can be called that?” Hizashi cocked his head to the side, fingers tapping on the temple of his glasses. “I mean, it’s not the topic here and I can wait for when talk about it, of course! I just literally remembered it-”

“Hizashi. Spill it.”

“Right. Okay. Hm, don’t call for help while we’re at it?”

Shouta furrowed his eyebrows, not really getting the reason for the wish. His gaze found Yagi’s one and found confusion there as well, however both were quick to let it be buried  away by understanding.

If Hizashi wanted to share his reasoning in the future, he would. It was not in their place to question his boundaries.

“Of course, dear.”

Hizashi could barely describe the warm, nice feeling filling his chest when he heard Toshinori calling him that, immediately melting when Aizawa gave his back a few light scratches, not enough to tickle, but just the nice tad of a good, comforting gesture.

“Softies, softies. All of you.” He sing sang cheerfully at them.

A squeeze on his tummy made a loud squeal cut any other teasing he might come up with. “I can show Yagi how soft you can be.” Aizawa purred, his hands slowly crawling to strategic, ticklish spots on his belly and thighs. 

“Shouta. Shouta, wait! Y-you know I was only kidding, my dear, my sunshine, my old pal, my very kind, very, very forgiving friend!” Yamada’s wiggles become stronger, titters spilling from his lips in between his pleas, body squirming and trying to escape from the other’s still strong hold.

“Don’t think you will able to escape so easily, not after the whole ‘petnames’ topic you decided to bring up.” His titters evolved to fast giggles when Aizawa decided it would be a good idea to place surprising pokes and prodding on his skin. “Also, a serious, sad face doesn’t fit you.”

“We stihihill have to finish the conversation!” Aizawa hummed, not convinced. “Yagi, my hero, tell him!”

Toshinori wouldn’t point himself as a coward, really. He had faced and battled against all kinds of villains with a reassuring smile and a booming laughter on the tip of his tongue, he had survived a meeting with Nedzu and Gran Tourino’s training.

However, as Aizawa’s smirk was thrown in his direction in sync with a sharp, playful gaze, he couldn’t stop the excited squeak that escaped from his mouth.

Also, at the scene of a previously smug Yamada giggling himself silly and staring at him with a fake pout, maybe he couldn’t help but feel a little playful, as well. Besides, even though he would deny it until his end days, Yagi knew how much soft Aizawa truly was when it came to the people he cared about, therefore the underground hero would be careful to not cross any of the blond’s boundaries. 

“Oh, my, it seems like the tea is cold.” He got up, gathering the cups on his arms. “Maybe we could take a deserved break before discussing the rest of the topics, right? I will make more tea.” And he grinned, light and innocently, at Hizashi’s energetic protests, which grew more less like words and more like a mess of laughter, snorts and giggles as the tallest friend directed himself to the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of tickles, Aizawa stared at the smiley mess on his hold with a dangerous shine on his eyes.

“You’re really a tickle monster, aren’t you?” Hizashi chuckled.

“It’s not my fault that he really believes he can escape from the same fate of yours.”

Yamada huffed a laugh, lightly smacking his arms. “Go. But soon enough I will catch my breath, so don’t forget to watch your back. ~”

Aizawa gave his hips a warning pinch before snorting as he got up, looking at the kitchen’s direction with a smirk on his face. “Good luck with that.”

Needless to say, they had a very giggly break.

#There isn't a lot of tickles here not gonna lie #they're silly ur honor #Ler!Aizawa #Lee!Hizashi #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Ticklish!Hizashi #Implied Lee!Yagi #Quick Lee!Aizawa #you can pry the idea that Aizawa is weak for soft cute teasy nicknames from my very dead cold hands #It's !!!!! them!!! 💛💛💛 #boundaries #serious talk #with a bunch of teases and tickles too

[smutsonian]

Hello love 😺 umm can u pls please please write dark!steve x reader, where he bully and verbally harrases the reader but somehow kind of love her but just treat her bad and degrade her but when someone else tryna make her fun of her then he shows who she belongs to kinda stuff (pls if u gonna write pls make it so it so dark🥺🥺)...... Feel free to ignore tho cause i'm sorry this seems so long 😬😬🧡

2/2 Hey it's me again 👋👋😬who just send u a request of a long one shot of dark steve rogers x reader where he bullys her but i just forget to tell u that can u pls make that a Highschool AU pls , i really forget to tell u 😬😬

bully

steve rogers x reader

summary: Steve bullies you after you rejected him and he soon regrets it.

warnings: dark, non-con, violence, bullying, blood, self hatred, insecurities, psychological trauma, they are of age, please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with any of these. Not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: just wanted to post something so this may or may not suck

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Steve wasn’t always a bully.

It’ll probably be because you hurt his ego.

Maybe he asked you out one time but you were new in school and wary of people so you politely declined his offer.

For Steve, he saw that as you humiliating him in front of the school. The new girl just rejected the Steve Rogers. 

Steve would be like ‘who do you think you are?’ and the cheeky flirty guy he was before becomes someone else.

He started spitting insults here and there, never missing a day to make you feel weird about yourself. 

The soft and beautiful blue eyes from before turned dark and hostile towards you.

Sweet words turned harsh.

Flaws that you didn’t see before started surfacing.

Suddenly your hair is too messy and all over the place. Your skin is too dead and it makes you look creepy. Your eyes are too dull and sad that you don’t seem friendly anymore. Your nose is weird, and so on. The list never ended and you started to change from the person you are before.

Steve made sure to make you feel the way you made him feel.

You suddenly became closed off and did everything to be unnoticed. It’s better to be a nobody than be the center of everyone’s torment.

Steve is a popular guy and it didn’t take long for everyone to follow his lead.

You’re just trying to finish your last year and finally leave the hell you created for yourself but Steve swore to make your life a living hell.

“If it isn’t my favorite dead girl!” Steve’s voice booms through the hallway, the chatters immediately stopped to witness the popular guy, and now, the loser of the whole school interact.

“Got somewhere else to be?” His voice was sweet as well as his eyes but you know, everyone knows that his intentions are far from being sweet.

“What? Your tongue isn’t working anymore? Bet it rot with your dead body and now everything is decaying with you, is that it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for his friends to back him up which they did. Steve smirked as the hallway started being filled with thunderous laughter and they’re all directed at you.

You did nothing but bite your lip in hopes of stopping yourself from crying in front of everyone. You can’t afford another round of teasing.

You fake a laugh before turning away from him and started heading to your last class.

Steve hated the way your eyes looked at his with nothing but sadness.

Your sadness wasn’t even directed at him but at yourself.

He just wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel so you can understand that the both of you belong to each other.

You’re fucking perfect and Steve is far from that. He might be the most popular guy in school but you were way out of his league so he had to bring you down just a little bit.

But it got out of hand.

He had no idea how to stop what he started but then something happened.

He was just on his way out of detention, the hallways are now empty, everyone has already gone home and Steve was used to that. What he wasn’t used to is the sound of whimpering. More importantly, it’s the sound of you whimpering.

He wasted no time and ran towards the direction of your voice and as he turned the corner, his blood turned red hot in seconds. He’s seeing nothing but red at the sight in front of him.

Mrs. Roberts asked you to come to her office before going home to discuss something and you didn’t know whether to cry because of sadness or cry because someone actually cares for you.

Mrs. Roberts shared her worries with you because your once impressive grades started pummeling down to the point where it can cause problems with your chances of graduating.

Mrs. Roberts gave you special assignments to do so you can pass her subject and you thanked her for that. You even hugged her so tightly and dwelled on the affection for too long which worried her.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” She asked, eyes glossing over yours with worry.

You decided against telling her and just shook your head at her. “Do you think I’m failing my other subjects? What if I don’t graduate in time?”

Mrs. Roberts was quick to calm you down, telling you how the meeting with the teachers went and even joked about you purposely failing only her subject which you laughed at.

You left her office with a smile, chuckling at the memories of her jokes when you suddenly felt an impact on your left side and then your right side when you hit the lockers with a loud bang, making you whimper in pain.

“The fuck are you laughing at, dead girl?” An unfamiliar voice says above you.

You look up to see a boy a year younger than you but before you could reply, his foot started meeting your abdomen, your sides, or whatever part of you that he could kick. At some point, he was able to kick your face which made your ears ring in pain so you decided to shield your head with your arms to block his kicks.

“I don’t know why Steve never did this before but I am doing it for him. He’ll be so proud of me! I can take over his place after he graduates.”

You didn’t even realize that you weren’t receiving his kicks anymore but the sound of kicks can still be heard.

You peak out of your arms to see the young boy’s body across from you on the floor, receiving hits from a large man above him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, punk?!” Steve’s voice growls in anger and you didn’t know if you were thankful that you weren’t on the receiving end of his growl but it still terrified you.

“M-making you proud! I’m doing the thing you can’t seem to do!” The younger boy spits out red liquid before scrambling away after Steve pulls him up by his collar.

“If I fucking see you touch her again, you’ll never be able to see a day again, you understand?” Steve pushes the boy away before looking back at you, all the anger on his face turns into something softer.

He scrambles towards you, kneeling before you and helping you so gently until your leaning on the lockers, heaving at the pain that the boy caused you.

Steve continued to stare at you, eyes observing you before his hands gently prodded your face.

“You’re bleeding…” He murmurs before pulling out a cloth and dabbing it softly on the wound, apologizing when you flinched at his touch which surprised you.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice trembles and Steve only sighed in response, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Why did you have to reject me?” He asked, carefully putting a band-aid over the scar and kissing it so gently with his pink lips. You stared at him in shock and confusion.

“Wh-What the f-fuck?!” You try to push him off but he only gripped both of your wrists with one hand while the other caress your face.

“We would’ve been so happy together. You would’ve had a great experience but you always manage to put yourself in danger… Why didn’t you just let me in?” The hand on your face goes to the back of your neck and your struggles were no use when he easily pulled you into a kiss, his tongue easily forcing itself into your mouth and coating and mixing your saliva with his.

“I should’ve not given up but you… you hurt me, ya know?” He pulls away before admiring your face.

“I lied though. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just wanted you to give me a chance but then you started avoiding me more.” His jaw clenches before his grip on your wrists tighten.

His other hand goes under your shirt before fondling your breasts through your bra. He leans in towards your neck before sniffing and moaning as he continues to massage your breasts while his hips started to grind against yours in need.

He growls against your neck as his grind started to get violently fast.

“Ahh fuck!” His hips stopped before he’s shaking against your body.

Your eyes widened at him as you looked down at the front of his pants which now had a stain on the crotch area.

“D-did you just—”

“See what you do to me?” He laughs before kissing your lips once more, the hand on your breasts trailing down before he forces it down your pants and under your panties to feel your core with his big hands.

His fingers make a quick swipe up your slit making you shiver at the feeling of him on your sensitive area.

“And I see what I do to you…” He inserts one finger, groaning at the way your walls are tightening around just one finger.

Steve swore he could cum again at the thought of his cock entering your very tight pussy.

“We didn’t start strong but we have all the time in the world now…” He places a kiss wet on your lips, continuing his assault on your core while his thumb finds its way to your clit.

Steve enjoys the way your hips jolted at the feeling and he smiled.

“I will help you graduate with honors and then after that,” he pulls back from the kiss before smiling at you.

“We’ll start over. I’m never leaving you again. I’m never going to give up on you. We’ll finally have what we both deserved.” He feels your walls fluttering around his one finger so he added another, thumb flicking your nub harder, forcing you to release.

“Mmm!” You bit your bottom lip as an orgasm was forced out of you, pleasure showering you as your eyes shut tightly.

“So fucking beautiful…” Steve pulls his hand out of your jeans before quickly placing his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

“So fucking delicious as well.” He helps you up carefully before guiding you out of the school and into his car.

“I’ll drive you to school and from school from now on. There won’t be a time when I’m not watching over you. I’ll protect you from now on. I’m going to right every wrong thing I did to you, baby…” He leans down to kiss your lips then your head before fixing your seatbelt for you and starting the car.

“Everything will be better now.”

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a/n: been trying to write but it’s just not working rn but im trying to come thru hehe

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Puppy.

Pairing: Yandere!Oikawa/Reader/Yandere!Iwaizumi.

Word Count: 2.5k.

Synopsis: It’s a pet’s job to make their owner happy, or their owners, in your case. You don’t mind. If anything, you take pride in how often you make Oikawa and Iwaizumi smile, how often they laugh, how happy they seem to be with you. You only wish they’d try to return the favor, from time to time.

TW: Hybrid!Reader, Implied Non-Con, Implied Dub-Con, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Possessive Mindsets, Threats of Abandonment, Mentions of Animal Abuse, and Questionable Implications. 

Sometimes, you could still remember how happy you’d been when Oikawa and Iwaizumi first took you home.

It helped that the shelter was such a bleak place to be, after a few weeks. It wasn’t unbearable – the volunteers were nice, you were fed twice a day, and there were plenty of other animals to play with, but the older hybrids were always so stand-offish and everything seemed just a little duller than it should’ve, the ill-fitting clothes a little too grey and the walls a little too plain, a shade of white that seemed to make your eyes burn if you lingered on it for more than a minute. You couldn’t complain, but they’d been a splash of color, in comparison, Oikawa, his smile brighter than the sun, and Iwaizumi, scowling and glowering and trying to pretend he didn’t know the strange man trying to fit his hand through the thin bars of your kennel. They’d been new. They’d been there for you, and you should get to feel happy about that.

You’d just been so excited, that first day. You’d tripped over your words when Oikawa asked for your name, laughed a little too loudly at every passing comment and half-hearted joke, and when Iwaizumi finally relented to ‘looking at’ the paperwork, your tail had wagged so violently, you’re sure animals on the other side of the shelter were able to hear it beating against the concrete. You’d wanted to go home with Oikawa, who pet you so gently and spoke to you so softly, and you didn’t mind Iwaizumi, even if he was a little more reserved than his partner. You’d wanted to find a home, one you wouldn’t have to leave. You’d been so, so happy.

You were still happy, in a certain way. Not as happy as you had been, but happier than you ever were in the shelter. Happier than you would’ve been. That was what Oikawa said, at least.

You were happier with than you could ever be, with anyone else.

Some days, you tried to believe it, too. Sleeping on his bed helped, his mattress softer than the thin mat you’d been given at the shelter, his sheets warmer, creating a nest of fleece and silk and wool you couldn’t help but fall into. Save for Oikawa’s shallow breaths, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the house was quiet, the road outside empty, the sun just barely beginning to rise. Despite Iwaizumi’s noticeable absence, it was cozy, homey in a way you’d craved every time another hybrid was adopted, every time you had to watch—

“I thought dogs weren’t allowed on the bed.”

The bedroom creaked swung open, Iwaizumi’s voice echoing through the small space. Immediately, you pushed away the memory, knowing better than to linger on things like that. You should be happy. Neither of them liked it very much, when you weren’t.

He must’ve been jogging, a fresh towel slung over his neck and his forehead still dripping with sweat, but Iwaizumi’s tone was jovial, energetic, that kind of lax, serene playfulness Iwaizumi seemed to exude, whenever he wasn’t forcing himself to stay on-edge. You squirmed, attempting to sit up and greet him properly, but the arm snaked around your midriff only held you tighter, pulling you in Oikawa as he groaned, his eyes only flickering open for a second before promptly clenching shut again. “You’re making my puppy nervous,” He mumbled, still obviously groggy. “Go away. You gave up your spot ‘nd you don’t get it back.”

There was plenty of room, really. You usually slept between the two, letting Oikawa cling to something warn while Iwaizumi scratched idly at the base of your ears, but still, you didn’t hesitate to wriggle out of Oikawa’s hold when Iwaizumi whistled, the simplest out of his many commands. You didn’t waste time, clambering to the edge of the bed, Iwaizumi watching on with a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, only growing more apparent as you came to kneel in front of him. Despite your stiffness and your downcast gaze, your tail swept over the sheets lazily, a quiet show of your muted fondness that never seemed to go overlooked. He only laughed, a large hand coming up to ruffle your hair before he caught you by the chin, tilting your head back just far enough to press his lips against your forehead. It was a familiar display of affection. It was a display you really, really liked, if you were being honest. The volunteers were always blunt, at the shelter, too afraid of getting attached to be so liberal with their encouragement. Iwaizumi didn’t have to worry about that, though, and neither did Oikawa. You were theirs. As far as they were concerned, you were going to stay theirs, too.

The thought should’ve comforted you than it did, but you tried not to worry about that.

“Couldn’t get you to wake up, this morning.” He wasn’t whispering, but his voice was low enough to make the conversation feel private. Not conspiratorial, but personal in an intimate way, just bordering on uncomfortable. “Hybrids are supposed to be lively, aren’t they? Are you getting lazy on me?”

“’m not a dog,” You mumbled, the dismissal half-hearted. Iwaizumi was the stern one, the mean one. He knew how to take care of you, he knew what you needed and how you’d act, but he chose to get the details wrong, anyway. “Tooru lets me sleep in, and you run too fast. ‘s not fun.”

There was a pause, and he dropped his smirk. Instantly, you realized your mistake.

You moved to correct yourself, but a sudden pressure stopped you, two hands landing on your shoulders and a chest coming to press against your back, Oikawa’s taller form quickly eclipsing your own. He had to lean down just to nuzzle against the side of your neck, a throaty whine quickly filling the silence. “Puppy’s learning, Hajime. That’s a hard thing to do with such a shitty teacher.” You flinched back, your pointed ears dropping to your scalp, but Iwaizumi let the insult slide with a stifled huff. That was what Oikawa seemed to expect, remaining just as casual as he went on. “C’mon, you remember what you have to call us, don’t you?”

If it hadn’t been for Iwaizumi’s hand, you might’ve looked away. You wanted to, even if you really weren’t sure why, just yet. “Of course, master.”

This time, Iwaizumi sighed, the sound contented, pleased, proud in a way that made you proud, too. He’d never told you what it meant, and you’d never thought to ask, but Iwaizumi liked it. He was nicer when you used it, his touch just a little softer as he cupped your cheek, Oikawa’s laugh just a little louder, his arms falling back to your waist while his chin came to rest on your shoulder, his attention now refocused on his partner. “And you call me a pervert, Iwa-chan. At least I’ve never resorted to something so cliché.”

More words you didn’t know, more jokes you didn’t think were funny, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. You concentrated on staying still, instead, on not disturbing the happy little world Oikawa and Iwaizumi had made for themselves and been kind enough to bring you into, too. They rarely fought, but you still liked it when they got along, when Iwaizumi pushed Oikawa’s hair out of his face, when Oikawa giggled and melted into his palm. You were happy, when they did. You were the happiest when their attention was on each other, rather than you.

They kissed each other differently than they kissed you. Lips slotted against lips, eyes fluttering shut, a breathy ‘shut up’ and a mumbled ‘make me’ in response – soft, tender little interactions that you tried not to watch, from your spot on Oikawa’s lap. You tried not to, but you didn’t have much time to distract yourself, not before Oikawa’s fingers brushed against the inside of your thigh, not before you were brought back to stubborn reality by a startling, throaty noise, something been a cry and a groan. Something that spurred Iwaizumi forward, despite how calm he’d been earlier. Something that made him just a little less inclined to being gentle, and a little more prone to getting… ‘carried away’, as Oikawa liked to say.

You almost made a run for it. You could apologize later, but Oikawa was quick to stop you, nipping at the edge of your jaw as his grip tightened, calloused fingertips soon digging into the meat of your thigh. “Puppy wants to play, too.” It was a drawl, this time, dragged out and melodic, a lethargic kind of inflection that made your heart beat just a little faster, that made you curl into Oikawa the moment Iwaizumi’s eyes shifted towards you. “You’re not gonna leave (Y/n) out, right, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi didn’t kiss you like he kissed Oikawa. He gave Oikawa a chance to reciprocate, he pulled away when Oikawa couldn’t breathe, but he wasn’t as considerate with you. He probably just didn’t know he had to be. You were a hybrid, you were supposed to be tough, but you didn’t feel tough as his lips crashed into yours, as he caught you by the collar of your shirt, as he pulled you closer and closer and closer until you were forced to shove at his shoulders, to thrash against Oikawa, to misbehave. You didn’t like misbehaving. You really, really didn’t like being bad, but…

You liked the way Iwaizumi touched you even less.

Oikawa wasn’t any better. Even after Iwaizumi relented, his grin suddenly replaced by a small, stern scowl, Oikawa kept going, barely bothering to glace up while his mouth trailed along your jugular, the crook of your neck, the dip of your shoulder, leaving sore, tender bruises in his wake. Even now, they hurt, and they’d hurt more in the morning, but Oikawa didn’t seem deterred by the way you whimpered, how you leaned away from his touch. You weren’t sure why you thought he would be. It wasn’t like he’d ever tried to stop himself, before.

“Someone’s fussy,” Iwaizumi called, speaking past you. Oikawa only hummed in response, letting Iwaizumi go on uninterrupted. “Don’t tell me you have a favorite. It’d be a shame if we needed to teach you that lesson again.”

“No, it’s just—” Denying it came instinctually, but so did faltering, cutting yourself short when you realized he wouldn’t like what you had to say. It felt made your skin crawl, when he touched you like this, when your owners looked at you like that. It didn’t feel bad, not at first, and you weren’t sure if it was wrong, but it felt like something you weren’t supposed to do, even if you couldn’t put your finger on why. “It’s not that,” You tried, and you weren’t lying. You’d be shying away from Oikawa, too, if you could. “I just don’t… It hurts when you—”

“When did you get so spoiled, cutie?” If Oikawa was still half-asleep, you couldn’t tell. He sounded lucid, perfectly awake and aware, perfectly able to make something in your stomach twist, a tight knot forming in the back of your throat. Being spoiled was a bad thing. You didn’t want to be bad. “It makes us so happy when you play along. I thought you wanted to make us happy, but…” When he trailed off, it was deliberate, a short silence punctuated by a click of his tongue. “I could’ve been wrong. Maybe our next puppy will be a little more grateful.”

They warned you about this, at the shelter. Bad owners, the volunteers said, owners who aren’t caretakers, owners who aren’t satisfied with the kind of companionship hybrids are meant to provide. They didn’t treat their pets with care, and in a way, neither did Iwaizumi and Oikawa. You never felt like they cared when you were pinned to the bed, when your head felt so full and your body felt so hot and all you could do was hope it’d end, eventually. They were bad owners, even if they weren’t bad most of the time.

But, if you said that, if you tried to run away, if you cried and growled and lashed out like you used to, like you had when Iwaizumi and Oikawa first brought you home, you’d be a bad pet. You’d be the bad one, and you knew what happened to bad hybrids. There’d been plenty of them at the shelter – dogs who couldn’t bite and cats without their claws, bad hybrids, mutilated hybrids. You didn’t want to be bad.

You really, really didn’t want to be bad.

It would hurt. You already knew it would, and there wouldn’t be a minute of it you genuinely enjoyed, but that didn’t really matter. You threw yourself towards Iwaizumi regardless, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest, wasting the distance you’d worked so hard to create. Iwaizumi was caught off guard, but he managed to recover quickly, a breath of a chuckle slipping past his lips, the sound barely muffled by your proximity.

“I’m sorry!” It was a desperate, fractured cry, but neither seemed to mind, Oikawa cooing as he rubbed circles into your hips and Iwaizumi just shaking his head, more a sign of disregard than disapproval. It didn’t matter. You’d already disappointed him. You were supposed to make him happy, and you hadn’t, you’d failed to. It was only fair that he got to disappoint you a little, too. “I didn’t mean it, please, I don’t want to go back to the—”

“It’s alright,” Iwaizumi soothed, as you broke into hysterics. “Tooru just likes being mean, ‘s all. You’re not going anywhere, even if you do still need some training.”

“Obviously. Iwa-chan’s too much of a softie for that.” Iwaizumi’s sympathy was minimal, manufactured, but Oikawa’s was practically nonexistent, his faux concern fading into a timbre of pleasant, numbing satisfaction. It was nice, how awful he could be at holding a grudge, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be very thankful. “But, I can’t stay mad at our puppy, ‘specially when you’re so timid. We just can’t trust anyone else to take care of you, not when you’re so easy to scare.”

You could’ve said something. You didn’t think you were timid, but you didn’t correct him, not as he pawed at your waist, not as Iwaizumi’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, not as your voice hitched in your throat and you lost your chance entirely. It was alright, though. This was for the best. This was good.

They’d taken such good care of you, at first. They’d made you so happy. They still made you happy, sometimes, and if you tried hard enough, you could make them happy, too.

Hopefully, if you succeeded, they’d stop trying to make you so miserable.

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[thegingeralien]

Thought I might share my “doing homework with adhd” tips in case the might help even just one person (because that would make me feel happy).

Who am I to be giving you advice? Good point! I am still terrible at studying and I’m 26 and at University for the millionth time. But I have studied A LOT in my 22 years of schooling with varying degrees of success.

I see a lot of people, especially teenagers or first year university/college students, with ADHD asking for tips on how to study. But if you do a google search most of the websites and advice that comes up can be extremely ableist. So I hope I can help someone!

TIPS TO HELP YOU STUDY WHEN YOU HAVE AN ADHD GREMLIN BRAIN!:

1. Chewing gum!

- This might come across as a weird one, but it has actually really helped me. I use it as a form of stimming to help keep me focused and concentrating. Other forms of stimming can potentially end up being more of a distraction when you actually need to be reading or writing - but they can help if you just need to be listening. Try not to get a bubble gum or fun flavoured one though - as they can end up making your mouth feel dry, lose flavour quickly, and just give your brain way too many sensory things to become distracted with.

2. Buying colour coded stationary!

- New stationary can make me really excited to start studying, but that excitement never lasts long and the act of buying stationary can sometimes become it’s own hobby. That’s not what we are going for here. I really recommend, especially if you are a visual learner like me, to buy colour coded stationary. This means removable page markers, different coloured post it notes, highlighters, sometimes even pens. This way if your mind jumps from one topic to the other, it doesn’t matter. Go with the flow. Forcing your ADHD gremlin brain to focus can be extremely counter intuitive. So pick a colour for each topic, and stick to that system to find organisation among your own chaos!

3. Buy a really cheap, boring year diary with hardly any writing inside.

- Not sure if your school/university has their own diary but they can be perfect for what I am on about. Generally you can find them for really cheap, soft cover, no writing or designs within the dates. Just dates, days, weeks and lines where you can write your homework. This helped me a lot in High School. I wish I had kept doing it in University, but I am good with giving advice, and not so much with taking it. I used to decorate the outside of it however I wanted. Some years I would redecorate the same diary every semester. In the public holidays or holiday days I would colour those lines in with different highlighters to make it look like a rainbow. But every assignment due date, homework, draft, rewrite, form I had to bring back, library book due date, school activity days, ANYTHING to do with school I would write in there with reminds and check lists. Important due dates would be highlighted, general homework and daily to do lists t(o help me not leave my assignments to the last minute) would have a tick box beside them (because ticking tick boxes is free dopamine). Try to not put birthdays or fun things in it. This is a small way to stay on track so it helps you actually stay on track with the big things when you’re home.

4. Big whiteboards stuck on the wall where you can’t avoid it.

- This is not something I had in school, but I so wish I did. I have been using this recently to keep on top of house work (as maintaining your own house is tiring) and my small business or other things I really can’t avoid. If I physically write it down (not just in my phone) it psychologically does help you commit it to memory. Again, physically putting a line through a task you just completed is a hecking great rush of dopamine. But the biggest reason I love my white board, I can’t ignore it. It is stuck to the wall and is never out of sight, out of mind. I can’t put my phone or diary down and then refuse to look at it until I’m past the due date. Again, I’m not a perfect person, there are days where I don’t do anything I have written on the white board. But the great thing is, I don’t have to continuously feel like I failure, as I can wipe it all off the next morning or week and start fresh. I also put important things I have to remember that I’m doing during the week so I don’t forget them.

5. Icky Medication.

- I know not everyone wants to be on medication, and I understand. I am not forcing you to. No matter what your opinions are, you lovely gremlin who is still reading this post, regarding medication, you are valid and I respect you. My personal experience with medication has not been the best. I have been misdiagnosed for a severe chunk of my academic life which has seen me trying to focus and maintain school work under some even worse states then I am unmedicated! However, since receiving my diagnosis and finding the right ADHD medication for me, I have the ability to get so much work done without having to unnecessarily struggle. It’s unfortunately not magic, it will not turn me into a robot that makes me do work and turn out incredible, noble peace prize winning assignments (as much as I wish that were possible). I still have the ability to be a lump, doom scrolling through tumblr, forgetting to eat, and ignoring responsibilities. But it really helps me when I sit down and start that thing that isn’t fun. Yesterday it helped me hyperfocus on cleaning my office which was a terrifying room to be in. So it’s pretty close to magic in my opinion!

6. Accessing Disability Support at your place of learning.

- Not all of you taking the time to read this will have either a) an offical diagnosis or b) a good disability support available to you wherever you are completing your studies. And that is okay. This dot point just won’t be for you right now. But keep it in mind for a time when it might apply to you, as it’s something I never thought I would need, but will never take for granted ever again.

- If you have an offical diagnosis and Disability Support, make an appointment with the disability support adviser. DO IT NOW! Get your psychiatrist to write a diagnosis letter outlining that you have <enter superpower that makes you hilarious here> and that you are receiving <enter x,y,z treatment here> and that you would benefit from receiving <enter what you have always wished you had on the days you can’t make your ADHD gremlin brain do the thing here>. Now these benefits can be, but not limit to: automatic extensions on ALL assignments, extra time on exams, extra breaks to walk around while taking exams, special consideration when marking assignments, my university allows me to take exams in a separate room with only the other students in my subject who also have disability support (occasionally I have taken an exam alone with only a tutor present) so I don’t get distracted, permission to take fidget items into class or exam (I have the option to wear headphones, as long as I can display that they are not connected to anything). Maybe you can come up with some great ones for you with your disability advisor or your psychiatrist.

- The disability advisor will often go through your course outline with you at the start of each semester or year. This is annoying and a great time for disassociating, but can be useful in hindsight because you are made aware of everything that will come up during your class so you are not surprised. Because lets be honest, it is unlikely you are going to look at the course calendar too often.

- Side Note: I make an appointment every semester with my disability support officer for my area of study to make sure I have my special considerations for the year. Now I may go through the whole year without ever using my considerations. However, the fact that I know they are there takes an insane amount of pressure off of myself. If I’m having an insanely screwy loony tune mental health moment, I can email my coordinator my disability plan and say I need an extension due to personal reasons, and WHOOP, there it izzzzz.

7. Dedicated one thing or a few things that have nothing to do with food/alcohol/other substances to reward yourself with for doing the thing!

- This may not work for everyone. It doesn’t always work for me. I used to reward myself with food, but that only reinforced my stimming with overeating and my already bad relationship with food. And I feel as though that would be the same with any other substance that can be linked with addiction. (Addiction is a tough word, cause what aren’t I addicted to, I have ADHD, but hopefully you get what I mean!).

-Now, boring try and not choose this aside, lets think of somethings that work really well as rewards!

- My partner likes to come give me a kiss and a hug when ever they have written and reread a paragraph, you might buy a book when you get a really good mark, you might want to go make a cup of tea and watch an episode of your hyperfixation after studying for <enter a good period of time here>, you might allow yourself to partake in an activity you usually do while procrastinating (but at least this time you know you aren’t putting something off), talk to someone who you know will tell you they are proud of you as they understand the mental struggle you go through to concentrate (if you can’t think of anyone, it is 110% okay if that person are the amazing people on tumblr or the adhd tumblr chats. We will freaking pop a bottle of champagne for you cause we get it!).

- Try and make what ever you choose be something in a different room or away from your working space. Getting out can really calm you down.

8. Don’t be afraid to ask for assistance.

- This is true for anything, but I don’t mean just asking your teacher to give you extra help understanding the task and marking rubric. Many people online, tutors, librarians at your school, past or present students offer assistance rereading and making small edits (they won’t make it magical unfortunately) to your assignments. If you are like me and once you have written or completed the dreaded thing, you can not imagine or force your gremlin brain reread or edit the thing. So it can help to just delegate this to someone else, who hasn’t read it before, so they won’t disassociate or skim read it. They will often notice things you never would have even if you were neurotypical as that is just what happens when you have been working on something for so long.

9. Repetitive music.

- It generally helps if this has no lyrics. Lo-fi is amazing. Classical is alright too if it works for you, but both my partner and I agree that it can really assist you to keep up pace and focus when the beat is a high and repetitive (almost meditative) tempo.

10. Limit your screen space.

- This is a tip completely from my partner @dr-adhd who also has ADHD, is an avid PC gamer and is consistently in a battle with their gremlin brain to focus on completing their PhD. They have discovered that it really helps them to limit their screen space - simply put, work on one screen only. They have done more work more easily when they have their one screen on their laptop to focus on. Whereas their office has multiple screens so they could be playing runescape, watching YouTube, listening to lo-fi and doing work - which never worked (shocking right hahaha).

11. At the risk of sounding like a Mum... Put your phone and other electronics other than the assignment necessary one, away.

- I am a Mum, but to a fluffy puppy dog, so I hate to sound like my Mum when I was in high school, but she was right. Mobiles are the single easiest and biggest distraction in ADHD history. I often, even at coffee shops, have to turn my phone over so that I am not consistently looking at it every time the screen lights up to say the pizza place has sent me a coupon, or a carpet place that has been having a sale since I was born is... still having a sale, or a friend from school wants you to watch this TikTok. Even though you might not want to ignore your friends, because people pleasing, difficulting making/keeping friends and RSD are hecking real things, but they can all wait. Trust me, none of them are urgent. That TikTok will still be funny in an hour or two. And I’m probably completely right when I say that whomever just messaged you, never replies as quickly as you want them too. So I doubt they are going to think twice if you are MIA to finish your thing.

My partner or I might add to this later, but at the moment I already know that I probably wouldn’t read this wall of words if I was the one reading it, so if you are still with me, THANK YOU and I really hope I might have helped you. Sorry for the mound of words, but maybe you can reblog, screen shot, or save this and read a dot point at a time or refer to it when you need. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, I promise what ever it is, I’ve asked the same thing once in my life or something MUCH stupider.

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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend. 

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all. 

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his. 

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing. 

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer. 

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast. 

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink. 

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you. 

which reminds him… 

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks. 

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?" 

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath. 

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer. 

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made. 

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts. 

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses. 

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago. 

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges. 

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso. 

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you. 

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always. 

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?" 

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy." 

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back. 

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down. 

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole. 

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now. 

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air. 

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

 "please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock. 

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty." 

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy." 

"yes, momm — ugh." 

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out. 

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute. 

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?" 

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk. 

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars. 

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit. 

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight. 

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything. 

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs. 

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

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