#person who could answer the question and i feel so guilty talking abt it in front of the younger cohorts bc we’re all required to do it and

[supernovaa-remnant]

I heard about this Shubble person recently, I stayed out of drama as much as I could but, what happened now??? You even wrote this in one of your tags "#I really did love him a lot (parasocially)". I was busy this week so I don't know what is happening now.

I highly recommend people watch Shubble’s vod on her twitch channel (I don’t have a link but I can’t imagine it’s that difficult to find). Be mindful though as the vod does talk about abuse which is a very triggering topic, so make sure to be taking care of yourself. I’m gonna put the rest of the post under the cut, so people can easily scroll past this if they want to.

As a little summary, Shubble streamed yesterday and talked about her abusive ex. She didn’t name anyone, but she also wasn’t hiding who it was, and contrary to what some people may say, a lot of the dots being connected are stuff we know from past streams and comments from friends and not leaked info.

So, the incredibly most likely case is that it was Wilbur. I’m not gonna get into everything Shelby said because she said it on her stream, but the signs do point to Wilbur, and you’d have to reach significantly further to claim she was talking about someone else. There’s not a lot of British male ccs who have a bigger audience than her who have a history of biting people and have reason to be going on long travels (tour) where they wouldn’t see each other often.

Listen. I was a certified dreambur blog, okay? Everyone who glanced in my direction knew that I was a Wilbur fan. Everyone knows that I loved him so fucking much. But that’s not an excuse to bury my head in the sand and ignore everything, y’know?

Anyway, this is gonna be the last time I talk abt this publicly (I’m sure my friends will hear more in DMs though sorry <3), so I’m gonna throw a bit more stuff here abt my blog going forward.

I will eventually talk abt c!wilbur again. I’m still gonna write my silly little c!dreambur aus, I’ve just put them on the back burner. regardless of cc actions, I genuinely do love so many of the characters on the dsmp. I’ll probably be focused on some other fics for a while, but c!wilbur’s my cat and I don’t think he’s leaving my brain soon. I just need a little time.

I think cc!wilbur is someone who needs help. and I genuinely do hope he gets that help. but having mental health struggles isn’t an excuse. and I just can’t see myself engaging in his content in the foreseeable future. you’re not gonna see me post neg about him. you’re just likely not gonna see me post anything about him at all.

I’m happy to know Shubble has an amazing support system. I’m so sorry she had to go through something so horrible. I’m wishing her nothing but the best, and everyone should check out her YouTube channel!! I haven’t watched her newest video yet, but I did watch Lizzie’s pov of the collab, so I know it’s a fun concept

If people have questions that this post doesn’t answer, then I’m happy to answer them in DMs, but I don’t wanna talk abt this publicly anymore. (I reserve a right to change my mind though if I for some reason feel the need to post abt it again)

Anyway, take care of yourselves. Love is never ever wasted, okay? And all that love belongs to you. And it’s always a good thing to put more love out into the world. Never feel guilty for loving, okay? 🫂

#tw abuse #stella answers #thenaiads

[pepprs]

dammmmnnnn i still kinda get choked up when i talk abt having to get sent home from br*ghton 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

#just did a panel for my scholars program (probably the last event i will ever do in my scholars program as a student) and like.. i think im #the only person actively in the program who has studied abroad. except for my former roomie who’s in france rn but like . im the ONLY #returned scholar here rn. and it felt so weird bc a prospective student asked if we could talk abt study abroad and obviously im the only #person who could answer the question and i feel so guilty talking abt it in front of the younger cohorts bc we’re all required to do it and #they never even got to.. but like i went and i thought i had 19 weeks and i only had 7 and when it aall came crashing down this time 2 yrs #ago it was ermmmmm deeply traumatic ngl and my voice still shakes when i talk about it. so it’s like the combo of this is a painful thing to #speak publicly about PLUS speaking publicly about it around certain individuals makes me feel guilty like im rubbing it in their face. but n #no someone literally asked me to do it and… i did. but like wow. ive been trying very hard not to look at stuff or think abt it bc i know #it’ll just make me upset but the anniversaries are coming up and im gonna break down abt it eventually but i just keep putting it off ♥️ #except i am closer to it now than i was an hr ago bc i just had to talk abt it in front of people in a complicated context! lawl. but yeah n #no genuinely it is truly fine liek it’s been 2 years and everybody lost something and i kinda did get over if. but there is still a small #piece of me(i think the same piece that is scared to take off my mask) that is like… i mean before covid i was fucking terrified of transien #transience and leaving home to go abroad was excruciating painful. but that was a change i saw coming and for the last 2 years the changes h #have been unpredictable and sudden and earth shattering. and like i think my brain has this giant ummmm… like a gum tree seed in it. like a #phantom one or maybe just an actual one and the spikes are pressing against my brain and making me freak out abt change even more than i #used to and ache when i see the spring 2022 br*ghton cohort doing all the things we didn’t get to do. idk. it all sucks so bad and hopefully #with time i’ll feel ok abt it especially if and when i get to live a stable life AND/OR i get to go back someday and get some closure. but f #for now it’s like… the wound is still raw and i just pretend it isn’t there all the time but it’s there and i have to address it eventually #purrs #brighton

[hexhomos]

hi! i love your jayce takes so much hes been one of my faves for years now so it always makes me happy to read ppl talk abt him! may i ask what reason do you think jayce had for not backing up viktor with the whole blitzcrank situation? ive always thought it was something like. shrugs. jayce vc 'not my problem' but i love hearing abt others peoples opinions abt this very specific bit lol

This feels like one of these questions w/ multiple answers tbh.

The easy answer:

The writing team wants to make sure you know there is an "escalation" of their conflict, so we go by rule of threes: the problem starts by omission (jayce fails to intervene), develops into friction (jayce intervenes with the diving suits, to stupid results), and then settles into rancor (viktor comes to collect a debt with the crystal, they do not see eye to eye, it all blows up even more catastrophically). Via this setup, you don't necessarily Need to dig into why a character has slipped down the rocks the first time- if they do it thrice, you're building a pattern. You are communicating to the audience that they are a person prone to Slipping Down The Rocks. The important part is that it fits, and even more so retroactively.

The "ok let's get in the headspace" answer:

Jayce’s reputation as an asshole feeds into him consciously or subconsciously reinforcing the image of "Being An Asshole" again and again. It's already how people refer to him and what people expect of him, he's grown used to it so far, so what would be the point of bursting golden-hearted pollyanna this late in the game and pledging faith in the one *other* guy everyone else is against? Would it even truly help? When he's accusing a professor? It might be worse.

Full disclosure: I don't think he knows why he did it either. He's definitely aware that it was a dickhead move, but he's also not the kind of guy who'll ever admit he got paralyzed in the face of fear (or at least not without pushing), so it's not like I'm giving him an easy way out for him here. If asked? He’d probably default to rationalizing it as ‘not my problem’ 100%. But… we know full well that he feels massively guilty about it. You really just have to look at these textbits from his runeterra expansion featuring Jayce + one of the forge workers currently working with him (Axel)

And you can basically taste the way he has been manhandling the conversation towards not letting the same mistake happen twice, even when their superiors want him to be the Head Genius. (IMHO this is also perfectly in line with how jayce talis refers to hextech as a shared dream; i like to think of them as made up of the same character putty but environmental development molded them differently. Nurture vs nature etc. He *wants* viktor to be there - but it seems like he’s the only one who does.)

It's a mixed bag. Jayce sucks at communicating and communicating publicly is even worse. But he could have tried; and that's the point of it being a tip-of-the-iceberg mistake.

#league of legends #arcane #jayce giopara #jayce talis #jayvik #vikjayce #legends of runeterra #viktor league of legends #viktor arcane #viktor lol #jayce lol #jayce arcane #Hexposts

[dr3amofagame]

haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

#tw trauma #tw disordered eating #tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw injuries #tw unhealthy coping mechanism #tw emotional distress #tw murder #tw animal death #tw dark content #tw unhealthy eating habits #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks

[n0bamak1s]

mutual - mai zenin x reader

request: “Could you write mai x non-binary s/o, where mai is realizing that she has a crush on s/o, it'd be funny to see her reaction when the s/o get asked by todo before they spar, abt the kind of woman s/o like, and s/o just shrug and answer 'mai, i guess'.” - @814519

summary: reader seems to take a liking to mai, who refuses to acknowledge her schoolgirl crush on them, and todo somehow manages to be the one to get them to stop dancing around their feelings for each other. (genre: fluff, mutual pining, slice of life-y)

warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, mostly just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i’m sorry to take a long ass hiatus again but i have some fics i’m working on rn!! thank you all sm for being so patient with how slow i can be T_T btw this one includes some very mild miwa x reader as well just as a heads up lol!

when you first transferred schools in order to master your cursed technique, your first instinct was to raise an eyebrow at your classmates. the lineup of students in your school consisted of a boy who might as well be a bodybuilder, a blonde girl whose hair seemed to defy gravity, an awkward looking stoic boy clad in traditional clothing, a girl with a gun holster on the side of her baggy pants who wore a bored expression as her gaze met yours, and a normal looking blue haired girl standing next to some rusty looking robot. with all their strange hairstyles and odd clothing choices, combined with how nonchalant they were about their mechanical companion, they might as well be the cast of some forgotten sitcom from the 80s.

after introducing yourself to your stiff new classmates, you were whisked away to be led to your dorm by the blue haired girl (would you call her a “bluenette”?) who you learned was called miwa. as you walked, you asked her questions about her cursed technique, to which she sheepishly smiled and explained how she was the most “useless” of the students.

in response to her shameless self deprecation, you simply scoffed and sent an easy smile her way. “you really shouldn’t beat yourself up like that miwa, if you do it’ll be much easier for your opponents to.” despite the teasing nature of your words, you really did hope you’d managed to encourage her a bit.

miwa turned to you with bright eyes and a sincere smile. “that means a lot, really! it’ll be so nice to have an upperclassman here who isn’t so intimidating. i’m always so nervous to ask mai for help with stuff, so it’s nice to know you believe in me!”

her smile was infectious as you mirrored your junior’s facial expression. “there’s no need to be scared of them you know, believe me, just because they’re older doesn’t mean they have any idea what they’re doing.”

she shrugged in response. “i guess you might be right, this morning mai was practically shaking in her boots about getting to meet you, so maybe it’s all just a tough facade!”

you thought back to the girl who had introduced herself as mai.

what first caught your eye was the way she carried herself. while next to her other classmates as she introduced herself to you, arms crossed over her chest and back straight, as if it was an attempt to look high and mighty. rather than a proper introduction, she simply told you her name, before looking away boredly. the both of you chose to ignore the way todo teased her, before turning to introduce himself with a smug smile. he opened his mouth to seemingly ask you something, but was quickly cut off by mai stomping on his foot, sending him a harsh look. she glanced back at you with a slightly softer expression and a monotone apology for “his idiocy.”

you chuckled quietly at the idea of the girl who presented herself as so blunt and cold getting all nervous at the idea of your arrival.

breaking you out of your reminiscence, miwa waved her hands in front of her nervously as she turned to you. “just please don’t tell her i said that!” her guilty expression rivaled that of a kid who’d been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

before she could continue in her nervous exclamation about how intimidated she was by her senior, you grabbed her hands that had been motioning wildly to match her words. “don’t worry miwa, i’d never sell you out like that.” you let out a small chuckle as you examined the genuine worry on her face, to which she just sheepishly smiled. it was funny to you how scared she seemed of her seniors, but it couldn’t help you from getting an odd urge to want to protect the small girl.

“besides,” your smile turned sly “, if what you say is true, i bet mai would be too shy to even talk to me!” a loud laugh escaped your lips as you continued your way down the dorm halls with long strides. behind you, miwa sped up when remembering she was supposed to be the one escorting you to your dorm.

“come on, that’s not fair to hang it over my head like that!” she whined as she managed to match your pace.

as miwa trailed ever so slightly behind you, you caught sight of a newly familiar head of dark hair (under the fluorescent lighting you couldn’t entirely tell whether it was green or black.)

“mai!” you called out to the girl you’d been newly acquainted with, raising one hand in greeting and slinging the other around your very embarrassed looking juniors shoulders.

the girl you’d shouted to turned to you with heavy lidded eyes that gave her face a bored, almost annoyed, expression. her turning your way was quickly followed by todo, who you guessed had been standing next to her, glancing over the hallway corner to meet your gaze. those two made an odd pair, from what you could tell. in contrast to mai’s impassive greeting, todo had introduced himself with booming confidence, before going on to complain to utahime that he’d have to leave in order to make it back to his dorm to score tickets for a concert featuring takeda. in the moment, you had to stifle a laugh at the memory of such an intimidating looking dude having a huge crush on an idol with absolutely no shame about it.

mai opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off by todos roaring voice. “hey new kid!” his demeanor had been as confident as you remember, despite the fact that you were pretty sure he’d forgotten your name in the short time from when you had left to see your dorm. you gave him a smile and a lopsided wave in response.

“did you snag those tickets you were worried about earlier todo?”

“easily.” he bragged as if you cared about getting a pair of tickets for yourself. “however, earlier i meant to ask you a question, but SHE,” he pointed a thumb annoyedly at his companion, “very rudely interrupted me by stepping on my foot.”

“todo…” mai’s tone seemed warning as her eyes flickered between you and him.

“as much as i would LOVE to hear what your question is todo, i really do have to go unpack” you smiled abashedly, pulling miwa to your side, who nodded with wide eyes at how unphased you were.

“it might be better to ask when we spar later.” he shrugged. “that way i can really hear your impulse answer.” he crossed his arms, clearly to look intimidating.

“works for me! i’ll see you then too, mai.” you winked at her as you tugged miwa along behind you. mai huffed at your embarrassing show of flirtatiousness, but you didn’t miss the slight flush of her cheeks as she turned from you while rounding the corner.

even as you were close to the door of your dorm at the end of the hall, you could still hear mai berating todo for how embarrassing he was.

“i think she likes me.” a cat like grin overtook your face as you stopped in front of your dorm.

“utahime said your uniform would be folded on your bed, once you’re changed you can join us for sparring.” miwa smiled bashful smile. she’d probably chosen to ignore your previous statement in hopes of not being dragged into any drama.

“thanks miwa!” you grinned and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, to which she simply looked away timidly.

“it’s no problem, really.” she waved off your appreciation. “but between the two of us, i think you may be right about mai liking you.”

she bowed before running off, probably to get ready for sparring, leaving you grinning like an idiot in response to her revelation.

maybe the feeling was kinda mutual.

you were quick to change into your all black uniform pants and jacket, then breaking into a stride to the yard where sparring took place. that was, until you realized you were wandering rather aimlessly considering, you know, you didn’t really know where the yard was yet. peering around the hallway, your eye caught on an oh so familiar girl adorned in baggy black pants.

“hey mai!” you almost had it in you to feel bad for approaching her yet again.

almost.

“i’m kinda lost, d’you think i could walk with you?”

she nodded a yes in response, motioning with a hand for you to follow her.

after a one too many moments of awkward silence, you decided you’d have to be the one to bite the bullet and break it. “you know that thing todo was saying earlier about having a question he needed to ask me?” she looked up in a way that made her seem as if she’d just been brought out of being lost in her thoughts.

“what of it?”

“do you happen to know what it was? he seemed pretty serious about it.” well, as serious as todo could get.

to your surprise, mai attempted to stifle a chuckle, before a laugh managed to slip past her.

“it’s this totally dumb thing he likes to do.” she tilted her head slightly back so she looked at the ceiling as she talked. “to size people up, he likes to ask them what their type in women is.”

you let out a snort as you laughed, though you couldn’t say you were surprised.

“he seems like such a hopeless romantic, it’s hilarious.”

“yeah.” a soft smile painted her face. “but you’d better get an answer ready, if he thinks you’re too boring he’ll beat your ass.”

“really now?” you raised an eyebrow, to which she nodded in confirmation. “what does he classify as ‘boring’?”

she shrugged. “depends. whenever someone prefers personality he either beats the shit out of them or starts crying.” it was clear in her tone how exasperated her friend made her.

“what did you say? when he asked you?” you turned to face her fully, which made her realize how close together your faces were. for just a beat, she paused to examine your expression. despite your earlier teasing, you seemed sincere in your question. either you were oblivious to the blush spreading across her face, or you chose not to tease her for it.

before an answer could leave her parted open lips, she was interrupted by a voice calling both of your names.

“hey toshinori!” you smiled at the stone faced boy in front of you as you used mai’s shoulder as an armrest.

“it’s noritoshi.” the monotony in his voice made you stifle a laugh. “and you guys are running late for sparring, what were you even doing?”

her eyes glowered in his direction, clearly not in the mood to play hall monitor with him. “i was just being welcoming to our new classmate.”

he ignored her passive aggressive response and turned to you. “todo keeps asking where you are, so you might wanna hurry up.” with a swift turn, he began walking down the hallway with long strides.

once he seemed out of earshot, you burst into laughter, and from your arm you could feel mai’s shoulders shake from repressing a giggle.

“he walks like a goddamn penguin!” you referred to how his arms were wide at his sides and his stiff steps.

“him and mechamaru walk the exact same way, i’m starting to think he might just be a more advanced robot.” her dry tone was combatted by the way the corners of her mouth turned up in a lopsided grin.

“though, we should probably get going, even if i get a pass for being new here, i’m not sure how utahime would react to you being late.”

you didn’t notice how her eyes softened at your concern for her as you beckoned for her to lead the way.

“i don’t think she’d mind, after all utahime loves me for my pep and bubbly spirit.” her voice oozed with sarcasm while you smiled to yourself about how you’d managed to get her to loosen up.

the walk to the sparring field was quick, and it made you wonder how much time you two had taken just talking at the end of the hallway. you were greeted by the sight of your strangely styled classmates (plus the literal robot) beginning to split into pairs. before you could turn to mai with the question of partnering up, you were greeted by a todo with a firm hand on your shoulder.

“we’re partnering up, new kid!” it was more of a declaration than an offer. you smiled awkwardly as his shadow enveloped your figure, seeing mai be whisked away by momo out of the corner of your eye. if you’d looked close enough, you’d have been able to see the annoyed look mai sent at todo and the smug smile momo flashed at mai and her obvious display of jealousy.

you planted your feet on the ground that was caked in dust and prepared yourself into a fighting stance, with fists raised and legs steady. though it seemed you’d gotten prepared to defend from an attack that wasn’t coming. instead, todo marched over to you confidently. mai glanced over from her sparring, knowing exactly what was coming.

he called your name in his usual booming voice, which you were surprised he actually knew.

“what is your type in women?” he towered over you, his expression dead serious despite his absolutely ridiculous question.

feeling mai’s eyes trailing you, you glanced over to her. she mouthed something to you about not saying personality. you failed to hold back a chuckle, which seemed to snap todo out of his intimidating glower.

his gaze followed yours, which was still focused on mai for the briefest of moments.

“ohhhh i get it…you’ve got a thing for mai, huh?” he sounded like a child about to blackmail their sibling.

a furious blush overtook mai’s face practically instantly, while momo covered her mouth with a hand to suppress a laugh. you glanced between a boastful looking todo and a tomato looking mai.

“yeah i guess you could say she’s my type.” you shrugged nonchalantly, to which you could hear mai sputtering something about how you were just trying to embarrass her. miwa had a sheepish look on her face as she walked over to check on mai, though it only seemed to make her more flustered when miwa asked if she wanted to go to the nurse.

while witnessing the admittedly charming trainwreck happening in front of you, there was a moment for you to look back at todo.

“are you CRYING?”

“i have no shame in it. it’s like mai is my daughter and i’m walking her down the aisle at her wedding.”

“it’s absolutely nothing like that, todo.”

he ignored your blatant confusion at his reaction. “young love is so beautiful. you have my full blessing to date mai.” he sniffles and wiped his nose, then held it out for you to shake, to which you scrunched your nose in disgust.

“thanks for the ‘blessing’ and all, but now that we’re done with that, i think i should go spar with lover girl over there.” you threw your thumb over your shoulder to point to mai.

“you guys should join me and takeda for a double date! we can arrange a date once she finally answers my calls.” todo had a large grin, shameless about his tear stained cheeks.

“how about it?” you raised an eyebrow at mai, who had become significantly more composed in the time you hadn’t been looking in her direction.

“absolutely not.” she deadpanned, though her impassive look didn’t last very long as she leaned over to whisper in your ear, cracking a small smile reserved for you. “i’d rather we just hang out without that oaf, you know it’s embarrassing for them to see how you get me acting like a schoolgirl with her first crush.”

the moment paused for a split second for her to glance at todo, who was staring you down like a disapproving father.

“plus lord knows takeda isn’t answering him anytime soon.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

#mai zenin x reader #mai zenin imagine #mai zenin x you #zenin mai x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #mai zenin #zenin mai #jjk imagines

[junmyeonning]

Definitely Forgiven

Type: one shot

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (EXO Suho) X Unnamed OFC

Rated: M

Word count: 1.8k

Request by anon: " can u please do a frenemies smut abt junmyeon? like u guys are known for hating each other but behind that are fwb? thank you!! 

(A/N): So yeah i’m back.. after 6 months LOL

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It is apparent to anyone who knows them that they're never on the same page.  Not at all.

If she's red, he's blue.  If she's left, he's right.  They almost never agree with each other and they always seem to get into these thoughtless arguments whenever they're all together.  But what no one knows is how they behave with one another behind closed doors...

They knew the attraction was there from the first time that they've met. That physical pull was too much, they just needed to have a taste of each other. And they didn't bother beating around the bush, as it didn't take too long to make this "arrangement" of a friends with benefits thing. But of course, with your typical no strings attached.

Why? Because as quickly as they've felt the sexual tension, it was coupled with some strong hints of polarity and overall personality incompatibility.

And it shows in this particular day as he storms off to his room in anger, to stop himself from going on back and forth yet again in front of everyone with this dumb topic and dumb ass girl.

Whom he also thinks about not leaving alone the minute that they're isolated.  She's not getting out of this one.

As expected, a few minutes later there's a soft knock on his door.  He replies with a gruff 'come in' as he continues what he's doing, scrolling mindlessly through his phone without looking up.

She sits down next to him by the edge of the bed, peering at him to see a reaction.

"What do you want ?" He jabs at her, still not sparing her a look.  She feels slightly guilty to what happened this time so she attempts to make amends.

"Maybe I went a little overboard-"

"A little?" He finally looks at her and she feels almost intimidated by his gaze. He has never been this angry with her before, she knows she took it further than the usual bickering this time.

"Hey, I know I was wrong okay?" She admits against her will, her brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Well prove it." He puts his phone down on the nightstand, focusing all of his attention now on her.

"Huh? Wait, now?" She's dumbfounded, starting to feel slightly nervous as she looks back at the cold look on his face.  He folds his hands behind his head, nodding to his bottom half.

"Well, get to it."

"But everyone would hear us-"

"Do I look like I give a fuck ?" He replies harshly, making her gulp.  He's never like this.

And it's so fucking hot.

She makes up her mind and crawls over to him on the middle of the bed, settling down between his legs on her knees.  She gives him a playful smile, stroking his thighs and looking directly at him.

"I'm sorry Myeonnie, forgive me?" She bites her lip, tilting her head at him while her hands are still caressing his thighs.  He doesn't waver, and if he did at least it wasn't very noticeable.  So she continues her efforts.

Her hand slides up further until it palms over his jeans-clad bulge, rubbing over it and watching as he takes a breath.  His expression is still the same as he talks again.

"Come on, I'm waiting." His words encourage her to take the next step, unzipping his pants now and pulling them down along with his boxers,  just enough to free his half hard member.

She licks her lips, feeling thirsty all of a sudden with how delicious his cock is looking. It gets harder in her hand as she just holds it, making eye contact with Junmyeon while smirking and getting her mouth down closer and closer to it.

At first she just kisses the tip, making him buck a little into her and groan lowly. She smiles at the reaction, repeating the action and peppering kisses all over it. He moans softly and looks down at her in questioning.

"W-what... are you doing..." he is breathing heavier by now, his cock rock hard and wanting a desperate release.

She giggles at his reaction, thinking she's had enough teasing him so she just puts him into her mouth, slowly swallowing all of his length. He lifts his hips up a little more into her warmth, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh in pleasure. She looks up at him through her lashes, feeling herself getting even more turned on with how wrecked he looks with his head thrown back.  His neck and jaw all exposed and looking so kissable.

Her eyes flutter shut and she moans around him, sending vibrations into his body as she begins sucking him off so painfully slow.

"Stop, playing games," he manages to say, resting his hands now on the back of her head while she continues her sweet torture. He suddenly tightens his grip on her hair and lifts her head a little to make her look at him, giving her a warning look when they meet eyes.

"Faster." He loosens back on the grip he has on her hair to allow her to continue her rhythm.  She feels in the mood for it so she complies, bopping her head up and down on his length and sucking faster and harder.  He moans from above and enjoys the feeling of her warm mouth and wet tongue around him.

He feels himself about to cum so he stops her, motioning for her to rise up from where she's sitting.

"I thought you'd want me to finish you off..." she says in confusion.

"And I do.  Not in your mouth," she gasps when he yanks up her short skirt and grabs roughly at her panties, quickly shimmying them down her legs.

"Ride me."

The way he says it so commanding and so dark makes her drip down on the inside of her thighs, getting more and more eager to have him inside of her.  She knows how much he loves a good reverse cowgirl, so without any words she turns around so that her ass faces him.  He quickly gets his hands on it, rubbing all over and squeezing the flesh in his hands. She's sure he'll leave some marks.

She moans as she sinks down onto his cock, feeling all of him filling her up so perfectly.  She almost forgets that it's about getting him to 'forgive' her, as she feels so lost in pleasure from his cock rubbing on her inner walls deliciously.

"Ahh Junmyeonn..." her eyes are closed and she bites her lip, sitting still and adjusting to his size.

"Mm... start moving." And so she does.

She starts rocking back and forth a little, building up the pace slowly till it gets faster and faster. Skin clapping sounds and wetness can be heard throughout the room, and at the back of her mind she worries again that their friends might hear something.

"Mhmm so good babygirl... I might just forgive you," she imagines how he looks at the moment, eyes hazy and barely open, with a lazy smirk across his face. She whimpers as she feels she might orgasm just from the mental stimulation of this moment.

"Oh yeah? What's it gotta take?" Before he could reply to her they hear a knock on the door, which makes her freeze and stop her movements with her eyes wide open.

"You guys okay ? Did you kill each other ?" Junmyeon swears under his breath, gripping her hips and telling her to move quietly. She looks back at him and shakes her head in disapproval, but he quickly acts and comes up with something.

He smoothly adjusts their position as he pulls her back against him, lying down with her back against his chest while still connected with him inside. He covers her mouth with one hand and answers.

"We're fine." Ever so slowly he starts moving again, and with this new angle his head is rubbing that spot just right to make her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Are you sure ?" The door handle moves, and even though it's locked she still looks back at him beside her in alarm. He shushes her in silence and once again speaks.

"Yeah. We're figuring it out." He thrusts up inside so deep, and if not for his hand she would've been way louder than she should.

"Okay, if you say so..." they hear steps fade away and Junmyeon lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. He removes his hand away from her mouth and she talks.

"Fuck, you're insane..." she moans. He doesn't reply and grabs onto her hips with his two hands now, thrusting up into her better and making her whimper against her own will.

"Holy!-" she gets choked up with pleasure, the feeling of him inside her thrusting at this angle even harder getting way too good.  He grunts, and she hears his accelerating breath behind her as he gets closer and closer to his finish.

"Mm... you're so tight around me," he hums into her neck, then places a few wet kisses there. "You feel so good."

Her orgasm is building up as she hears his dirty talk, getting so close to her release.

"Junmyeon... you're gonna make me cum," she becomes more and more of a mess in his arms, as he continues to fuck into her so good.

"Then cum." He whispers breathlessly, and that was all it took for her to reach her euphoria in whimpers and soft moans. He feels her body melt into him as she gets lost in her high, her wet heat pulsing and gripping around him in the best way possible.

"Use me Myeonnie... cum inside me please," He's not too far behind her, feeling his own orgasm approaching as he finally explodes inside her.

He continues to pump her insides full of his cum, and she feels his pulsing cock while he moans and finishes himself.

They stay still for a few seconds, before he pulls himself out of her dripping hole. She looks down at her destroyed pussy, all wet and glistening, not knowing he was also doing the same until she feels his hand run down her body till it reaches that place.

"Keep it all inside till you get home.  Got it?" He uses his fingers to push his load back inside her heat. She grips his arm and bites her lip as he does so.

"O-okay... okay." She rests her head back against him, then smiles to herself in victory when she feels him softly kissing her cheek and cuddling her closer.

Freshly fucked and definitely forgiven.

#exo #exo smut #exo one shot #suho #suho smut #suho one shot #kim junmyeon #junmyeon #junmyeon smut #kim junmyeon smut #junmyeon one shot #kim junmyeon one shot

[birdmans]

could you elaborate on shiv loving tom more than he ever loved her? if you want to obviously

this is just my personal interpretation based off multiple rewatches and consuming interviews w/snook but i genuinely do feel like it not only makes the show more tragic but enhances the quality of the writing + shiv’s character by believing that she loved him more. like the reason i insistently use gone girl quotes w tomshiv is bc beside the obvious they both seriously are nick and amy in their respective ways but specifically the entire “im the cunt you married” speech encapsulates them as a couple bc tom likes the ego boost that being w someone like shiv gives him and shiv likes the idea that someone like tom who was raised in a comfortable household could still love her. but regarding the initial question i simply think that shiv loved tom more bc it all comes down to the fact that she would have never done what he did to her in 3x09. sure she cheated on him and disrespected him and mistreated him but shiv also did the thing she despises most all for his sake by essentially begging logan not to send him to jail. she showed emotion and weakness and everything logan despises knowing that it would hurt her chances of getting everything she’s ever wanted all for tom. this gets brushed over a lot as shiv feeling guilty or something but ppl rly don’t grasp that she was willing to kill everyone including her big brother—but tom was off limits. it’s also interesting to me when i see how her comments abt tom not being part of the family are taken as an insult when that’s literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said to him? but that’s part of what makes tom so compelling bc he wants to be the kind of powerful guy that a roy heiress could fall in love with but that’s where it ends bc he’s seen shiv, in his own words, get fucked and he hasn’t seen logan get fucked once. tom has repeatedly watched shiv get berated by her abusive father but all he can do is offer her a supporting arm or hug bc his ambition runs too deep. we saw his parents we saw how he treats shiv and it’s easy to determine that he knows parents don’t treat their children like that but he still wants to be part of it anyways. shiv on the other hand grew up in this heinous household as the youngest of three brothers with a cold father and an even colder mother yet sometime in her twenties she met minnesota tom who not only gives her stability but makes her feel loved. idk what article it was but i remember snook describing tom as a safe haven to shiv and it’s bc he’s so open w his love for her that she knows it’s real! there’s no mind games w his affection or tricks bc up until s3 she knew felt confident that he wouldn’t deceive her. shiv chose tom most likely under the initial understanding of their relationship being loving but transactional bc that’s all she’s ever known and she saw through tom enough to get the gist of the prestige he’s after but in her eyes at least someone would be on her side! she likes and even craves the power of someone loving her so unabashedly bc shes been deprived of it her whole life. shiv doesn’t have the privilege of being able to show emotion like that, even w her husband, bc all the roys have had vulnerability beat out of them and exploited by their father. anyways i could talk abt shiv all day and idek if im answering your question but to me shiv loves tom more and she discovers this when he sides w logan bc she let him know her as much as anyone could and he still chose her father

#this is incoherent sorry #ask box

[mxwallydarling]

Chrollo x reader: Kurapika preventing him from being with the troupe

-when hisoka just LEFT him there that made me so sad. Daddy probably didn't have anything on him. Dont remember if he got his phone back or not but let's say he didnt

-Chrollo stuck out there, looking longingly into the distance... you looking at your clock like 🤨 where tf is my boy

-you had enough and start out to look for him. The number he gave you to contact his "job" if anything bad happens isn't answering.

-you find him in York New at his favorite jazz bar. He's doing that thing when people rub the edge of their drinks in contemplation? That's what hes doing

-as soon as you walk in the door he senses your presence. Just cause he can't use nen doesn't mean he can't sense his favorite person. Its ingrained for him by now

-once you sit down any ladies that were cruising near him turn away. And the persistent ones he just dismisses if they talk lmao

- he looks at you guiltily: "I'd never want to make my partner pay, but..." he trails off and doesnt meet your eyes. You're presumably in disbelief because omg what happened?? Who cares abt the drink?

-after some questioning and unsuccessful answers the most you can understand is that he got fired. Which is no big deal right? And that explains why no one picked up your phone call. But hes absolutely devastated. Like losing your family kind of devastated.

-you already knew he was close to the ppl at his work but this seems so much heavier than that.

-once the drinks are paid for you take him back to your place and try to get more info out of him. You talk about other jobs and hes only responding half heartedly.

-he decides to stay in the living room while you go and sleep and he feels really guilty about blowing you off. In the morning when you wake up breakfast is already on the table and hes sitting, waiting for you

-its obvious his demeanor has changed which, although a nice change, it was very sudden.

-caution is needed to handle this baby. Hes fragile. Hes only willing to show is fragility around you tho cause you're his definition of a safe person.

- "Honey, I think... could I stay here for a bit?" Bells start ringing in your head and you're so happy your bf is finally moving in with you.

-"Wait, but Chrollo didn't you want to be engaged before moving in together?" You blush but he blushes HARDER and looks down at his plate.

-(chrollo def is formal with this stuff and he would want to be engaged first no one can change my mind)

To be continued hehehe

#hxh 2011 #hxh reader #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #hxh x reader #phantom troupe #phantom troupe x reader

[rotshop]

y'all sleep on him so much so if you wont make the content then I will. /threat (/j)

aka i have a headache and i love him and also i kept thinking abt this so ahaaaaa,,poorly written but i have SO many ideas about this so maybe ill do a better version of this later

tw ; talk of / descriptions of body horror, eye horror / bloodshot eyes, possible self harm (in the form of scratching), description of gore / injury, and mouth gore / horror (also possibly a little bit of dissociation)

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It all started with an anomaly during an experiment. At first, it seemed like nothing big ; it was just a minor error that'd ended up in you being a little sore and tired. All you'd need was some rest and you'd be fine in no time. Hofnarr had been so relieved to hear those words, completely overlooking the out of place nagging at the back of his mind. A small, barely little noticeable drip of another emotion.

Dread.

For a while, it'd seemed like that was the case. For the first day or two you'd been a little bit cramped and groggy but it wasn't anything intense. He remembers making some little joke about it to you in the morning, earning a little eye roll and half hearted threat he'd just laughed at. It never seemed like it would be anything more than just a brief lull in behavior he'd look back on with a small smile. It was nice at the time, just being able to joke about it casually and then go about your days.

Yet, other things started taking it's place once those symptoms had departed. The first thing he noticed was your eyes. He'd gone to ask you about some test you'd conducted with your own lab partner, only to flinch once he'd noticed. You'd seemed dully surprised yourself when he'd quickly asked what was wrong, like you hadn't even noticed how bloodshot your eyes were. He'd made you go see one of the medics there, walking alongside you and holding onto your hand while he questioned you about it.

You'd laughed at how panicked he'd seemed, making him go quiet as he looked over at you. Despite his nerves and how worried he was, he could admit he loved that sound. You'd teased him about it, something about how he'd be a silver fox in days if he kept worrying about you like this. He'd rolled his eyes and gave your hand a squeeze, ignoring the smile that'd broken out and the blood that'd rushed to his face. You two were good at playing off each other like that ; you just fit each other, in simple terms.

The visit to the medic hadn't yielded too much help. They'd taken a look at your eyes and quizzed you on it, noticeably confused by your answers. They had eventually just given a short -half-forced- smile and told you to try and stay away from screens and try some eye drops. It wasn't the best help of course, yet it was probably for the better that it'd been such a simple response. Hofnarr didn't miss how they'd turned to the other medic in the room once you two had left. The medic was visibly distraught as they'd talked to the other, obviously confused. He felt that nagging feeling come back, a little closer this time.

Over the next few days, the redness in your eyes worsened. Every time he came to visit you they looked more and more reddened, till there was no white in your eyes at all. They were just your pupils and iris on a solid, red background. You'd noticed how every time he visited he'd seemed increasingly concerned about your state. You tried to joke it off or at the very least to brush his worries off, giving a small, noticeably tired smile as you reassured him. You were just as lost as him on this, you just didn't want to admit it nor to let him get so worked up over you.

Another thing he'd noticed was the way you scratched at your skin, mainly around your jaw. At first he'd let it slide, only really mentally noting whenever he'd seen before forgetting as you asked him something. Then he noticed how irritated the skin there had gotten, doing his best to try and distract you by grabbing your hand or asking you about the first thing that popped into his mind. It worked to..varying degrees. Eventually, he'd caved in and asked you about it, he'd never forget that look of realization and surprise on your face. You didn't ever notice, not even when you were practically tearing at the flesh, you barely even felt like you were doing it.

You gave each other a brief look, silence permeating the air. Then you laughed, forced and stilted and changed the topic. He wanted to say something more, ask for something, anything really. Yet, as he noticed how tense you were, he realized he wasn't going to get any answers. So, he followed along, forced a smile, and held your hand tighter.

It'd come to a head when he was working with Jeb, you were down the hall and he'd planned on going to check on you once he was done looking over some of their results. The former had been saying something, pointing some trend out but Hof could just barely hear it. Part of him felt guilty that he was barely listening to his friend talk, but..he just couldn't focus. He was blanking all while thinking about everything, accomplishing nothing despite how long he'd spent sitting and losing himself in it. He was sure that it showed, he felt awful that it showed and he wanted it to. He wanted some sort of reassurance from anyone that you'd be alright ; even so, every time someone tried to tell him that, he'd never believed it.

He'd been snapped out of his thoughts once he'd heard the fast clicks on tile, growing closer before passing by the doorway. He'd turned to look at the source of the noise, catching the briefest glimpse of you and your lab partner. You had your head hung and a hand on your face, movement stiff as you did your best to keep up with their pace. They had their arm around you, quickly leading you off somewhere. He felt that dread boil up faster than it ever had before, it was all so wrong.

He'd made some quick excuse to Jeb, something weak and vague before getting up and rushing after you two. The other had made some noise of surprise, attempting to call after him to no avail. It didn't take him too long to catch up, noticing your partner standing outside of the medics office once more. They were stumbling over their words trying to explain something, speaking too quickly to make any kind of sense. Their hands were buried in their hair, making a mess of it as they clutched onto it tightly in some ugly mix of frustration and desperation.

He'd slowed down, staring at the two for a moment as he tried to make any kind of sense of what they were saying. He felt that dread shift into something else, something number yet just as deafening. He'd turned to peer into the room, seeing the other medic grabbing bottles of alcohol and rolls of bandages from cabinets quickly, narrowly avoiding dropping said items in shaky hands. You had your back facing the door, despite that though, you'd apparently known he was there as you turned to look over your shoulder. He could see that same numb feeling in your red eyes, gaze falling lower onto the mess of crimson and stained white.

It'd taken him a moment to process. He felt like he barely even recognized what it was as he stared at you, motionless and expressionless. There was a chunk of flesh and vessels missing from the side of your face, exposing teeth and viscera underneath it. He didn't feel like he was even there in that moment, like at any moment he'd wake up in bed and tell you about it later to hear you laugh. Yet, distantly, he knew it wasn't. He was never that lucky.

That night he'd broke and so had you. He'd convinced you to stay with him, to which you'd agreed without argument. He remembers so vividly holding you close to him, clutching onto you tightly while you did the same to him. You both wanted to say something, something to help or to even just confess. Neither of you did, words falling pale at what they were meant to represent, so you simply stayed and let yourselves be selfish and hoard the other for a time.

Neither of you showed up to work the next day. You knew it was a dumb idea but you couldn't bring yourselves to. You both knew you wouldn't accomplish much more than wandering aimlessly and writing down false information. It was a feeling of cold emptiness neither of you wanted to face without holding the other close for some semblance of warmth.

Overtime things seemed to worsen and worsen, more of your skin fell, your teeth and claws growing sharper and more noticeable, voice getting rougher. Eventually, you'd switched to using short phrases out loud, along with small grunts and other wordless noises to answer questions when you could. At one point you'd broken down, apologizing to Hof for everything you hadn't done, everything you hadn't any hand in or any ability to change. You remember hearing him laugh quietly, warmth returning to him in fullness for a moment a s he held the sides of your face gently, careful as he brushed along the scars that marred your skin. He'd reassured you it was fine, he was happy as long as you were ok, he was happy to do whatever he could to make your life easier, he loved you after-all.

You remember feeling his tears and your own mix when his lips pressed against what was left of yours.

Pain had started to pass even as you continued to change and grow. Even as more of your co-workers who you'd once called friends grew distant from you, some out of fear and others disgust. Even as more people started to view you as something monstrous and horrifying, Hof still thought you were the most breathtaking person he'd seen.

Even now as he stares at the red mockery of the sky that Nevada holds he can't help but smile. He can feel your head resting on his chest, quiet purrs coming from your figure as a tail occasionally twitches behind you. You're still fast asleep, quietly content to rest a while longer. He finds himself letting go of a breath he didn't know he was holding as he looks down at you once more. This is happiness.

#the ending is so weak but i haev a migraine SOOOOOO (crushes you like a soda can) /j #dr hoffnarr x reader #dr hofnarr x reader #would this count as tricky x reader. i dont think so. yeah no #madness combat x reader #madness combat imagines #madcom x reader #madcom imagines #please heed the warnings though #rot writes

[bakubub]

Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

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"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Find part 3 HERE

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakusquad #mha x you #mha katsuki #bnha imagines #bakugo x female reader #mina mha

[enhyupn]

the perfect date! chapter two

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a series in which enhypen’s 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.

paring: 02s x gn!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someone’s gonna end up heartbroken

warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned, a lot of jealousy

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a/n i can’t tell if i love this or not BUT i say that abt all my works sooooo ��� enjoy

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there you stood. your mouth barely open as you stared blankly at your best friend (there were question marks floating around that word currently), you weren’t able to process anything up until that moment so jake’s few words made your brain explode in utter distress. you put your finger up in the air, trying to figure out this whole situation in under a second so you could catch up with what was going on. no words coming out of your mouth as you tried to communicate with yourself but the outcome of it just left you as confused as you were in the beginning.

“y/n?” jake waved his hands in front of your face to try and get your attention. he sighed before running his hair through his hair, seemingly frustrated by this whole incident. “i swear i was gonna try and tell you this at a later stage in a more romantic way but i couldn’t let him try anything” he paused, licking his lips, “he definitely would of if you told him you liked him in middle school too—”.

“okay can we just let this all sink into my head before we start talking about what the fuck you just told me” you shut him up from carrying on with his little rant. your hands find it’s way to your head, not so lightly hitting it in irritation. your thoughts were already clouded by jay’s return meaning jake’s makeshift confession didn’t help clear up anything at all. especially with all his unneeded rambling; you weren’t be able to understand anything coming out of his mouth.

“what are you—” jake’s eyes widen in concern as he tried to stop you, a glare from you being the thing that stopped him from doing so. you pause what you were doing to blankly stare at jake with furrowed eyebrows, scaring him a little in the process.

“so you’re telling me that” you muttered just clearly and loudly enough that he could understand you. “park sunghoon was staring at me?”.

“yes, but that’s not as much of a big deal compared to what’s happening—”

“we have a new transfer student”

“correct”

“and that transfer student is my first love, jay park?”

“you hit the nail on the head”

“and he told me he liked me? like romantically?”

“i’m sure that’s what he was implying”

“and now you?” you stared at him with narrow eyes. you felt a mix of guilt and confusion due to the fact you should of realised his feelings for you throughout your friendship. the only thing confusing you was why you? what did you bring to the table besides playful bullying and the occasional hyping up for jake sim to have a crush on you? “when did you— why do you— never mind i can’t think right now”.

“you can answer me when you have time to figure this out y/n” he shrugged a little too calmly for you to feel reassured. “i’ve liked you for a while i guess, i even told some people on valentine’s day i couldn’t accept their gift because i had a crush on you”.

“you what?” the memory of the most recent february fourteenth played in your head, the dots connecting when you realised that’s the reason why jake’s number of confession significantly dropped.

“it doesn’t matter okay?” jake didn’t want you to question him about his embarrassing crush on you any further. “i just wanted to make sure you knew so jay park over there can realise you aren’t the same person from middle school”.

“how could he— what does you confessing to me have anything to do with jay?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your voice raising slightly. jake just laughed in response, biting his lip in what it seemed like victory as he turned around in the direction on your classroom. the brown haired boy seemed like he was proud of himself for accomplishing basically nothing, confusing you even more with a random confession seemed to be the only thing he actually did.

“nothing really, just to put him in his place” jake told you as you two made your way through the hallways. you rolled your eyes as you quickened your pace up to walk beside him.

“you’re acting really possessive right now, put him in his place? you’re so weird” you murmured, irritated at how jake was acting. “plus it’s not like jay likes the high school me, you heard the boy. he liked me, even made sure to make the -d sound pop”.

“i don’t think so...” jake replied as his head replayed the memory of jay entering the classroom again. he scoffed at the image of him, not entirely loving the fact he was right in reach of you. “honestly i think he still—”.

“y/n are you okay?” sunghoon interrupted jake, you two were almost one step into the classroom when he had appeared out of nowhere. it seemed like he was waiting for your arrival but you shook it off as some sort of coincidence.

your eyes widen in surprise at his concerned expression, this being the first time you’ve seen the boy look so warm when compared his cold front he normally puts on. “i told everyone to not speak about what happened, i thought that you would feel a little uncomfortable about it” he added.

“oh great” jake said to himself quietly, “another one”. you rolled your eyes at your best friend’s pettiness, elbowing him in hopes he’d finally shut up.

“no sunghoon” you smile widely at him, a warm feeling spreading around his stomach. “i’m fine! thank you though, that was really nice of you”.

“don’t mention it, it must be troubling to be surrounded by all these boys but i can see why” he smiled shyly. everyone but you could see the pink tint taking over his face as he turned around to get back to his desk. it was a blessing you were as oblivious as you were, completely not catching his last few words.

jake raised his eyebrows in suspicion before catching a glimpse of jay who was watching the whole conversation go down with a smirk. rolling his eyes he looks back at you, a small smile spread across your lips from the small interaction with sunghoon.

“sorry about jake too!” you rose your voice a little louder so sunghoon could catch it, he nodded with a small chuckle before sitting in his seat.

jake sent a glare towards sunghoon, visibly annoyed that he was taking your attention off of him. the boy then replied with another glare back, somehow looking more intimidating than jake was.

“some lunch” you whispered to yourself as you looked back on the last thirty minutes. there was only two minutes left of your break and all you had accomplished was three bites from your sandwich and a miniature war between three of your classmates. normal things i suppose.

it wasn’t like jake had anything against the class president, it was just... obvious what sunghoon was trying to do.

what was he trying to do exactly? get closer to you in hopes that you’d fall in love with him.

honestly anyone could put the pieces together, sunghoon passionately telling the class while you were away to not bother you and the pink in his ears when you spoke to him was only the tip of the iceberg. jake was jealous of sunghoon, not that he’d ever admit it, and in the heat of moment he’d let that jealousy take control.

jay was a different story to jake however, he definitely had something against him, he could admit that easily. unlike his jealousy towards sunghoon, this form of jealousy was much more obvious. when your teacher had come in and assigned jay a seat, it was right beside the two of you. jake made it his entire job to make sure jay couldn’t get a word to you, it wasn’t so subtle due to the fact you could see it from the way jake interrupted jay’s questions.

“y/n where is—”

“if you look at page four of your school journal, it tells you where all the factuality rooms are” jake smiled sweetly, sarcasm practically dripping from his lips.

“thanks jake” jay replied, his words not really sounding sincere as he stared blankly at him. jake chuckled to himself before sitting back in his seat smugly, finding some entertainment in this situation.

you couldn’t help but let a sigh out, frustrated at not only jake (who honestly was being a little annoying) but yourself for letting this whole thing happen. i mean it’s not your fault exactly that jake likes you, the fact that jay had a crush on you wasn’t in your control but the fact they had some rivalry going on made you feel guilty since you were the pathway between the two of them.

“can you stop jake, what is with you?” you whisper to the boy. currently sunghoon was giving a speech to the class, something about festivals and booths but you honestly weren’t in the mood to listen to his rambling. “at least play nice, jay’s still new to this whole korean high school thing”. jake rolls his eyes before turning to you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in slight irritation due to the fact you were on your first love’s side instead of his.

“y’know, i don’t owe him anything y/n” jake reminds you as you roll your eyes, placing your chin into the palm of your hand not wanting to continue this conversation further.

“the least you can do is be nice” you muttered, jake not hearing due to the fact he was now paying attention to sunghoon. you had never seen jake like this, the usual yellow bubbly aura surrounding him was now replaced by a repulsive green that was unrecognisable.

“and so, that’s why i think we should sell food at our booth” your ears had finally tuned into sunghoon’s speech, who looked like he was currently desperate for some interaction from your classmates. “any ideas?”.

the classroom was completely silent, nobody wanting to speak up in hopes that sunghoon would just figure out the solution himself. you frowned to yourself, feeling pity for him as trying to engage with your class wasn’t the easiest thing to do. you scanned the classroom, making sure your next few words weren’t going to interrupt anyone.

“we could sell candied apples?” sunghoon’s expression turned into a positive one as his eyes sparkled in gratitude. you stand up from your seat so the boy could get a better view of you. “they’re cheap and pretty much in our budget? plus you don’t really need that many people to do anything”.

“that’s a great idea” sunghoon’s praise only caused your smile to grow wider, an action that didn’t sit quite well with the two boys next to you. “and it fits our limited amount of workers too! only... two people signed up to help out this year, which funnily enough is just you and i”. he glanced around the classroom to only find people awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

you had felt a little happy that sunghoon had said that, being one of the two people he had mentioned just added to your already positive mood.

as for jake, who raised his eyebrow in displeasure, you could tell that he was feeling the exact opposite. as if he wasn’t already annoyed with the fact jay was in the room, now he has to deal with the fact you and sunghoon are going to intimately work together on some stupid booth. he took a quick peek at jay, wondering what his expression was at this news.

sure enough the boy was almost as displeased about this whole situation as jake, his cool yet calm composure being the thing that masked his emotions. the only thing that was giving it away was the way he bit his lip in aggravation, making it clear that sunghoon’s words were putting him in a bad mood only an hour in of attending this school.

“y/n meet me after school so we can discuss this” sunghoon grinned, you nod happily as you sat downback into your seat gleefully. you didn’t know why you were so happy, maybe it was the fact this was one of the first times where sunghoon is actually warmly speaking to you? or maybe because he was indirectly praising you? you went with the latter to answer your question.

“sunghoon— it’s sunghoon right?” your eyes widen in surprise when you realise it was jay speaking up. and from the looks of it, sunghoon was not that pleased with the way jay had tried to catch his attention.

“yes jay?” sunghoon tried his best to hide his growing irritation with a smile. jay sat up straight in his seat, clearing his voice before not so subtly sending jake a mischievous smirk. anyone looking at jay could tell that he was about to plan something, a plan that was going to one up jake in terms of getting closer to you.

“maybe i should help out at the booth, since i am new and it’d be good to be involved i guess” bingo. jay gave him his most convincing smile.

“you guess?” jake repeated to himself as he crossed his arms, a scoff escaping his mouth. a smirk found itself on jay’s face when he heard jake’s mumbling, quite proud of himself that he got the boy pissed off from simply nothing.

“that’ll be... good” there was no sincerity in sunghoon’s voice, a slight scowl present across his lips as he wrote down jay’s name on the sign up sheet. “then see us after—”.

“sunghoon” now it was jake’s turn to speak up. you groaned in embarrassment when you realised all eyes were on you, well mainly the two boys beside you but you could also feel the stares too. you glanced over at your best friend, unsure what to feel at his sudden interest in this conversation.

“yes, jake?” at this point it was obvious to your class that there was something going on between the four of you. from the way you had tried to hide from the stares by slouching slightly in your seat in embarrassment to the three boys not to subtly glaring at each other, there was no way you could deny the tension.

it was kind of like you were playing piggy in the middle. you were the pig but every time you tried to interrupt this slightly (hugely) embarrassing quarrel between your classmates, you were ignored. your eyes scanned between the three boys, unsure what was really going on but from the looks of it, they definitely did not like each other. from sunghoon’s passive aggressive tone, jake’s unusual possessiveness to jay’s hostility towards jake, you really didn’t understand where any of this stemmed from.

and yes, it was very cliché of you to be completely and utterly oblivious to their attractions to you but if we think hard, isn’t it justifiable? i mean three heartthrobs (not just one!) suddenly start indirectly arguing with each other over you in under a day and it would be a little unbelievable due to the fact it sounds more like a shoujo manga or k-drama plot than anything.

“i’d like to sign up too”

considering jake was your class’ unofficial yet official golden boy, it was a surprise to know that he didn’t really involve himself in class activities. it was mainly you, who’s aim was to buff up any application you were going to fill out in the future, who was involved in almost everything. well, besides school council, you didn’t think you were ready to have that amount of authority.

“that’s a first” sunghoon joked, one that wasn’t received well by jake.

“ha ha ha” jake laughed dryly but loudly enough that the whole class could hear. you almost elbowed the boy for the second time that day in more embarrassment but you stopped yourself in fear you were going to cause a scene.

“anyone else want to sign up?” sunghoon asked the class, slightly pleading that nobody else would answer him. the class shuffled uncomfortably in silence, a clear sign that nobody else was going to speak up anymore. “i love the enthusiasm” a sarcastic sigh left sunghoon’s mouth, “so i’ll see you y/n after school... and the two of you i suppose”.

“asshole” jay spoke under his breath as he sat back in his seat. the quiet reply was only heard by him and your seat mate since you were in the process of trying to figure out how to make everyone understand you weren’t involved in this silent argument.

while jake, for the first time, finally found something he agreed with that came out of jay’s mouth.

#enhypennetwork #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #enhypen fic #enhypen fanfiction

[adorable-deku]

was talking to @fanfiction-artist-prototype abt a horrible dfo au and anyway here it is.

so, afo is a pretty shitty person in regular life, i think we can all agree. and although ppl can be very different in different relationships and settings, if a person has a constant pattern of behavior in the way they do most things, chances are that would also show up in a relationship. so what im saying is that afo would be extremely manipulative and controlling in a relationship. he may not be physically abusive, but he definitely is an abusive piece of garbage

inko was in a relationship with him. he was charming at first, but after a month or so, things went downhill fast. denigration, isolation, etc. im not gonna describe anything in detail bc i dont want to, but u get the idea. all the shit u would have to do to convince someone that ur the only person that loves them and that they only have u to depend on.

it didnt work super well on inko tho. she mostly faked it which fucked her up in one way and also had to try to fend off all of his gaslighting and verbal abuse and whatnot.

she escapes from him or he gets bored and leaves or something. the why doesnt matter, only that they are not together.

izuku is born and, to inkos horror, takes after his father in looks much more than her. (this is her opinion though, he actually looks a lot like her as well, its just that his fathers features are far more apparent to her than her own).

she loves her son, but it can be...... difficult.... when he looks so much like his father. shes not cruel to him but... she shows him less affection than she otherwise would, hesitates to touch him, flinched back sometimes when he touches her. she knows she needs therapy but doesnt have the money to get it

things go ok until he turns four and gets a quirk thats a lot like his fathers. its not the exact same but its close enough to scare inko. he can copy quirks as long as hes a few feet away but the copies only last for 24 hours and he can have three at the same time. there is terror in watching her son use someone elses quirk. just like his father.

she can barely look at her son. shes more scared of him than anything else. she cant tough him either. not because she doesnt want to she just Cant. she feels horribly guilty every time she avoids his touch, everytime she thinks about giving him a hug, looks at his face and walks away instead. she can see the disappointment because hes only 5 years old how could you do this inko.

she still provides him everything he needs, physically. pays for his school and food and everything. cooks for him, etc. makes sure he has everything he needs except for her love. she wishes more than anything in the world that she could say she loves him. she cant.

then his hobbies. the way he picks apart peoples quirks and their personalities

just like his father

the way he smiled at her while reaching out to ask her about her quirk

just like his father

that was how he had started his first conversation with her, asking about her quirk

inko has never hated herself more than when she slaps her six year old son's hand away. his tears welled up. he asked why.

she couldnt answer his questions. instead she ran away and by the time she was far enough away to breathe, she called mitsuki, asked if she could take care of izuku for a while. inko couldnt trust herself

mitsuki agreed but by the time she got to the house

izuku was already gone

inko retraced her steps again and again in case izuku had followed her when she ran out but she couldnt find him at all

midoriya izuku vanished of the face of the earth

or at least off the face of Musutafu

because if theyd just looked a little farther, they would have found him in an old worn down bar with another child who had mysteriously gone missing six years ago.

after all, who would be a better heir for afo than his own son, especially one who so lacked trust in the world and love from the people around them?

#bnha #midoriya izuku #deku #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #dad for one #dfo #child abuse tw #abuse tw #bnha au

[cedricslover]

“Because you’re obsessed“

Requested by @abitofloveaintweird​

Pairings: Lucius Malfoy x OC, Lucius Malfoy x Narcissa Malfoy

Warnings: angst maybe?? idrk

Note: This is just full of tension and stuff bcuz writing abt real cheating makes me uncomfy

Word Count: 1.7k

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She wasn't supposed to feel this. It was not in the contract and her morals are telling her to stop. But just the thought of Lucius made her heart skip a beat, the first time Lucius laid his eyes to her, the first time their skins touched, and the first time they made a mistake.

"Joey!" A woman called her name, it snapped her back to reality, she immediately came to where the voice was. 

"Yes ma’am?" Her voice was sweet as she composed her posture in front of her mistress. 

"I'm going to visit Bella at Azkaban tomorrow, can you fix my things? I'll be staying around there and come back the day after. I trust you'd take care of Draco?" Narcissa Malfoy stood up, she's beautiful, sophisticated, elegant, and came from a powerful family. Narcissa' eyes gleamed at her back. 

“Lucius” she greeted her husband and walked past her. Now, Joey was looking at the 4 year old blond boy that was just staring at her, he’s a cute little boy and she knew that he would be pretty attractive once he grows up. 

“Hello, Draco” a deep voice filled her ears, a man kissed the cheek of the young boy, his scent brushed to her nose that made her insides shake. It was him. 

Lucius Malfoy. 

“Joey” his cold grey eyes shifted to her ocean blue ones, he nodded slightly to greet the woman. Which she just answered with a bow, her dark brown hair covered her face. She didn’t want to have eye contact with him any longer. 

“You should start packing my things Joey, we’ll take care of Draco” Narcissa tapped her shoulder, she quickly made way to the master’s bedroom after she greeted them both. 

The manor was big, if she was just born in a rich family, and if she wasn’t just a squib, her life might be just like this. A nice manor, living with her husband and kids, coming home after work and giving a kiss on the cheek. It was all she just dreamt about. 

She opened the door to the bedroom, it was thrice as big as her bedroom, the room screamed elegance, from the portraits down to the bed. Before she can be lost from her thoughts she starts packing Narcissa’s things. 

Joey was so into packing the right things for Narcissa, if she concentrates on something she wouldn’t mind her surroundings anymore. She would be in her own personal bubble.

She was so focused that she didn’t notice Lucius entering the room, 

“You should include this” Lucius handed a recent photograph of Draco, “It’s for Bellatrix” he said before she took it from his hand. Their fingers brushed and she felt electricity from it, it traveled from her fingertips to her whole body. She never liked how Lucius could affect her. 

“I- should go, I’ll wait outside, I’ll continue after you’re done” she uttered and tried to walk to the door, “No. Stay here. There’s not much difference whether you’re inside or outside. Just continue what you’re doing Joey” it was obvious from his voice that he was smirking, Joey wants to go, but she wanted to finish this. So, she went back to the bag and continued to pack Narcissa’s things while Lucius changed. 

Of course Lucius didn’t change in front of her, but the way they always have accidental touches, or so that's what she thinks, was making her mind crazy. 

“I’m done” she declared and without a doubt exited the room. She can feel the tension and as much as it was addicting, she didn’t want it. 

Her day should be done, she normally eats with Dobby but she couldn’t find the elf. She shrugged her shoulders and took a plate, filled it with food and headed to her room. It was small but decent enough, she had a bed just right for her, a cabinet, and a study table where her piles of books were placed, she didn’t have a bookshelf and she’s ashamed to ask her master and mistress. She’s just a maid after all. 

She slept with her stomach full, thinking about the book she just recently read, Romeo and Juliet. It made her unconsciously smile thinking about the love story of these two, it was beautiful but tragic. 

In the middle of the night Joey felt pressure on her bed, but she was half asleep and never cared, so she continued to just sleep. 

The morning sunlight made her wake up, it was another day at the manor, another day to work. 

“Goodmorning Draco '' she greeted the boy who was only sitting at the couch, looking at pictures of broomsticks. She smiled as she saw how quidditch really has his interest. “You want a broomstick?” she asked sweetly and sat beside him, the boy just nodded and flipped the page of the magazine. “I want to ride it and play” he looked at her, his eyes just like his father’s. “One day Draco, you will. I promise” she patted his head that gained her a smile from the boy. 

“Have you eaten yet?” she questioned him after he put down the book, he shook his head to answer. “Come on” she offered her hand which he took. His touch was fragile, this boy is fragile, and she wished she could watch him grow. But she knew that next month, the contract ends. She has heard this boy’s first words, seen first walk, and heard even the first time he called her name. She treated him like her own son even if she was just 19 when she started working for them. Now that she’s 23, the contract ends. Joey felt a pang in her chest as she realized that there is a big chance she won’t see this boy again, she won’t see Dobby again, and she maybe even can’t apologize to Narcissa for almost kissing her husband. 

It was a mistake, but her feelings weren’t. But she wanted to respect Narcissa, if she can’t respect herself, then Narcissa still has to be respected. Even if sometimes their relationship isn't good, it’s not an excuse. 

Joey was tempted, she hated herself but hated Lucius more, she didn't know what came to her head, maybe because she never knew love, or was it even love, Lucius is not capable of love, unless it is to his family.

She threw away the thoughts and carefully helped Draco sit at the dining table, there was already food prepared for three people, it must be Dobby. 

Draco and Joey just talked about random things like the alphabet and words that Draco learned these past days, this was the definition of a normal morning for her. Narcissa, Draco, and her, just talking about random things, when it all changed after Lucius ruins it. She hated Lucius, but at the same time she was confused. 

While they were still eating Lucius sat at the seat across them, holding the Daily Prophet. Her lips pursed into a thin line and just made Draco finish his food. The dining room that was filled with laughs of a little boy and a woman was now silent. Only the clanging of the spoons and fork were heard. 

“Your contract ends next month Joey” Lucius said and put down the Daily Prophet, he glanced at Draco who was busy observing and eating his food, then he turned to Joey again. “I know” she answered dully, now losing the appetite. Lucius raised his eyebrow and stated “We could exten-” 

“No.” she declared and her eyes narrowed at him. “It’s fine” and she continued to eat. They three sat in silence. She can feel the gaze of Lucius but chose to ignore him. If he doesn’t appreciate his family, she does, and she doesn’t want to be the person to ruin this, ruin the smiles of Narcissa and Draco. They treated her good, and it was just the bare minimum for her to not hit back on the man of the house. 

Lucius stood up and motioned her to follow. “Finish that Draco, you’ll wait for me yeah?” she told the blond boy and he smiled and nodded, continuing his meal.

“What’s this about?” her voice sounded angry, it’s because she is, what does he want now? Try to tempt her again? Make her doubt herself? Make her extremely guilty just because she was swayed by a man who has his own family?

“Joey please” Lucius tried to touch her hand but she instantly backed up, “No Lucius, I am not your pet, I am not someone that you can just let your obsession out, no” her eyes burned with contempt while looking at him. 

“You’re the only one that can make me feel like this Joey” there are prominent lines between his eyebrows, his voice was pleading, it was always this voice that he used to woo her, she thinks that it was successful, but seeing him this desperate, she didn’t, he didn’t succeeded, because she was just disgusted by this man. 

“Make you feel what exactly Lucius?” her nostrils flared and continued to look at the man in front of her. “See?” a corner of her mouth lifted, “You don’t know exactly. Because you’re obsessed Lucius! You have a family and I don’t want to ruin that. But you didn’t care! Well surprise! I do!” her voice was full of hatred, disgust, and her face was now frowning. 

“You should stop” Joey added and sighed while she shook her head to the speechless Lucius in front of her. “You have a family.” she finished, the words leaving her mouth weren’t heavy at all, it felt like the heavy weight she felt suddenly disappeared. 

This is her, she never loved this man, but she loved the idea of him in her head, she was in love with the idea of love. Not him. That’s when she started walking away from him, going back to Draco. Now, she can continue without thinking about how screwed up she was, because she wasn’t, she was just lonely, and she knows that eventually, she will find someone that will make her fall in love, not the idea of it, but with the person instead. 

#lucius malfoy imagine #lucius malfoy x oc #lucius malfoy #lucius malfoy x narcissa malfoy #draco malfoy

[jilyesplz]

Hi, sorry for what is most likely a very weird ask 😢 but I've never read TLAT since physically I don't have the circumstances to commit to such a long abandoned and unresolved fic, but i love all your stories and writing so I read your TLAT fics too! I loved them, especially the fluff dribbles because you give them such delicious dynamic 😍. I read the first chapter of Potter and Evans too and I think I understood most of it even without knowing the backstory, but I have one question if it's OK? I know this must be selfish of me but could you tell me what's the deal with James and Carlotta? Was she the prettiest girl in school? Did he really love her and then she dumped him?! 😱

Hi! First of all thank you so much for reading my stories, especially the continuation when you haven’t read the OG? :o I’m honored! This ask is not selfish at all, although I do really, really, really recommend reading TLAT! It genuinely is such a beautiful work of art. With that said...spoilers are definitely available, so I don’t ~think~ it’s evil of me to answer this?? i honestly feel kinda guilty abt this lmao but...below the cut!

Hoo mama. Strap in for this fuckin ride. (This got unbelievably long so TL/DR at bottom lmao, but a lot of it is actually relevant to P&E)

First off, yes, Carlotta Meloni is the prettiest girl in school. That is her main character trait. Her main personality trait is knowing it. 

We....hate her with the fire of a thousand suns. Everything’s fine lmao.

So in July before 7th year, James and Lily almost kiss. It’s...wow. Just...WOW. But Lil is drunk and scared of her own feelings, so she calls it off at the last second, which James takes as 'nothing is ever going to happen between us.’ Then he pops off to his beach house as The Rich are wont to do. Carlotta is there, she flirts, he flirts back, she kisses him, he kisses her back, she asks him out, he says (Lily will never love me so) yes.

MEANWHILE, Carlotta’s best (only) friend Shelley Mumps has been in love with James since 462 BC, which Carlotta knows, but Shelley isn’t pretty and he barely knows she exists. It’s very high school. (TLAT starts with its main characters as very immature teenagers, and they grow a TON and become these lovely, insane, completely fantastic people, and then this plotline comes along to be like But Lest You Forget, Wow Are They In Fucking High School. It hurts. Jules is an evil genius.) Shelley hears that Carlotta is dating James, is furious at the betrayal, so she gets a tan (and a weight loss potion and much sluttier clothes) and starts trying to sabotage James’s relationship. 

Important background here: Pre-7th year, Carlotta was pretty universally despised by Hogwarts’s female population for shagging all of their boyfriends. So as soon as Shelley starts talking shit, a slow-motion school-wide catfight breaks out...which Mundungus Fletcher decides to monetize. Dung starts taking bets from the student population on whether James will dump Carlotta for Shelley. 

Ew. 

But again: high school. 1970s. James wants to shut it down, Carlotta says don’t because she prides herself on not caring what other people think (which James does too, but he understands that this is gross and awful. Car doesn’t care). Betting turns into voting on whether James “should” dump Carlotta for Shelley. What the fuck this actually means is left intentionally vague, and it of course becomes a popularity/fuckability contest. 

Up to now, Carlotta hasn’t really done anything wrong in this story except (debatably) date her BFF’s crush. That’s about to change. 

James wants to end the voting. Carlotta again says don’t, now because (Jesus Fucking Christ, get ready for this one) she has made a secret bet with Shelley: if Car wins, Shelley will leave them alone. If Shelley wins, Carlotta will break it off with James. 

Quick note: the whole time, James essentially lets Carlotta make the decisions, acting as if the women are the wronged parties, which, yes, the school is doing a super shitty and sexist thing. But if the roles were flipped and a girl were in James’s situation, we would feel AWFUL for her. I just think it’s important that the school is doing a really horrible thing to James too, and the fact that he’s the James Potter, Head Boy, Quidditch Captain, Universally Beloved Most Popular Bloke in School doesn’t change that. Just because he acts unaffected doesn’t mean he is. James Potter is human. And God, what a human. <3

SOMEONE GIVE THIS BOY A HUG.

Anyway. Vote’s coming up. James rigs it for Carlotta to get everyone to leave them alone. The Marauders, without telling James, rig it for Shelley (because they hate Carlotta for a long list of reasons, and they love Lily, and they know Lily fancies James) (oh, yeah! Lily realized she fancied James on the platform back to school, right before finding out he was with Carlotta. Quite a gut punch). 

Carlotta...fucking rigs it...for Shelley. 

Fucking.

I cannot. 

I cannot.

Twat. 

In her defense: James is in L* with Lily, and it would be really, really hard to be his girlfriend. Also, she misses her BFF.

Not in her defense: Literally every decision she makes in this process!!! Talk to him you idiot bitch.

So then Car confesses rigging the vote to Lily and they have a heart to heart (well, more of alternating rants. They’re not mates). L says Car should tell him, but doesn’t tell him herself because she’s Lily, and because she’s worried she would be telling him because she wants him rather than because he really should know...really, she doesn’t tell him because she’s Lily. Car initially doesn’t tell him, they almost kinda get back together. She commits her greatest crime here: once upon a time, Lily told Carlotta and Shelley all the “little things” about James that she’d noticed...it’s one of the story’s first ‘oh fuck, L REALLY likes J’ moments, but way before Lily has come to terms w that. Carlotta....then uses....Lily’s little things speech....to convince J to get back together with her. Dude, she’s worse than Umbridge. But then she changes her mind because Lily has made her feel guilty so she confesses, and they break up.

Wowza. Sorry for the fucking novel. I have...a lot...of feelings.

TL/DR: J started dating Carlotta after L rejected him, while still v much in L*ve with L but trying to deny it. Lots of high school bullshit happened, ending in a school-wide vote about whether J should dump Carlotta for her ex-BFF Shelley who also fancies him. Ew, David. Carlotta and Shelley make a secret deal that Carlotta will dump J if she loses, then Carlotta rigs the vote so she’ll lose. She loses, tells him about the bet and he’s like ‘OK I’m done with you.’ She then changes her mind, tries to get him back, but Lil’s goodness guilts her into telling him the truth about the bet and they break up. So to your questions...yes, no, yes and no. Lil thought maybe he loved Car, and in Potter and Evans, she now thinks he does because she dramatically misinterpreted what Libby was saying—teasing James about how unsuccessful his attempts at moving on were—as bro-y congratulations/teasing for how fast he found a rebound.

#tlat

[skytimil]

Bad timing | Midoriya Izuku

Anon asked: “ i see requests are open ? how abt izuku gathering up courage to confess to y/n but y/n rejecting them because they know uraraka has a crush on izuku and doesn’t want to ruin their friendship (angst) please 😊”

You request and I shall provide. I love me some good angst uhhhh I hope you enjoy this eheheh I haven’t write angst in so long, I had such a huge temptation to make it a happy ending, so what I did was an open ending, because if you guys want me to make it with a happy ending just ring me up lmao or if you want an angtsy closure tell me as well and I’ll do it 

Words: 905

Genre: Angst

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You were very close to the squad midoriya, which means that the closest people in UA times were Ochaco, Tsuyu, Iida and Izuku himself. That would be perfect, right? The only problem was your huge crush on the green curly-haired boy, while Ochaco liked him too.

Everything would indicate to a temporary crush, since you did not even think of the chance to confess your feelings for Izuku, because you wanted to keep the group intact, as well as your friendship with Ochaco and Izuku, in case he would feel something different for you.

You came to discover Ochaco's crush for Izuku one day during training, when Aizawa sensei formed groups of two people, and you were paired with Ochaco. While you were waiting for your turn to train, you were watching Izuku, and noticing your partner's gaze, you found the courage to ask.

"Do you like Izuku?" she blushed so much at your words that you didn't need any other kind of confirmation. You had a crush on the same person.

You never got to tell her that you liked Izuku too, so you were just waiting for the moment when the crush would relieve and eventually disappear. The problem was, it never disappeared.

It was then that, months later, on a certain day after school, you were all going back to your dormitories and excited to talk about an activity you were going to have the next day, when Izuku gently touched your arm.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he asks, making you stop halfway through.

You looked at the other three who stopped further ahead, and you could see how suspicious Ochaco looked at the two of you. You wanted to say no, but Izuku hadn't even done you any harm, you couldn't deny a request like this... It probably wouldn't even be what you were thinking.

"yeah, of course you can." You answer with a little smile, to which Izuku answers in the same way. He then turns to the others and says.

"You can go, we're going." To his words, the rest of them continue their way and you notice that Ochaco is the last one to turn away, seeming apprehensive.

"What do you want to tell me?" you question a little nervously, not wanting to take the chance off the table, but at the same time, afraid of being exactly what you think.

Izuku blushes a little, looking around. "Can we sit on that bench? I need to think just a little bit more about how I mean this," he proposes, pointing to a park bench by the wayside.

"Sure." You answer, and they walk side by side, to the bench.

After sitting down, and a few more seconds of silence, Izuko looks you in the eye, after taking a deep breath and letting go of the words he always wanted to say.

"I like you, Y/n, in a way more than friendship." His cheeks are completely painted pink, and you know how much it took him to muster the courage to tell you something like this.

"I... What?" you answer after a few seconds in silence, ignoring all the butterflies flying at extreme speed inside your stomach, to the point of making you feel a little sick.

"I... I like you. I finally gathered the courage to tell you… I have liked you for a while now.” He explains without being able to look you in the eyes.

You feel your heart squeeze, because no matter how much you feel the same about it, in the back of your mind an image of Ochaco looking sad appears.

Fighting against the tears that threaten to appear, you clench your fists and get up from the bench without looking at him.

"Izuku... Sorry." you say, trying your best to contain the hiccups and the knot in your throat, trying to sound normal.

"oh... I thought... you'd feel the same." he speaks softly.

Swallowing dry and still not looking him in the eye, you answer. "I don't. I see you as a friend, Izuku... Please don't mess things up, or you'll put me in an uncomfortable position." Tears now fall at an astonishing rate. It's harder than you ever thought.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to." He quickly apologizes, getting up and walking in front of you. "Why are you... crying?"

When you noticed, his arms wrapped your body in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you so sad... I don't know what came over me." He keeps apologizing, and a guilty pain hits your body like a bullet, causing you to start sobbing.

You're making the boy you care about feel guilty about something he's not guilty about at all... since when do things have to be so complicated?

And if you talked to Ochaco, wouldn't she realise that you liked Izuku too? Wouldn't she accept, without ruining your friendship?

Like a big slap, Izuku breaks the hug and looks at the ground between you. "I'll move on... Don't worry. Everything will go back to normal." he smiles, what you can see as a forced smile that breaks your heart. " Should we go inside?"

Without looking at you again, the boy makes his way back to the dormitory and to his friends, leaving you there, alone with the guilt you felt for having broken the heart of the one you love.

#mha scenarios #bnha midoriya #mha deku #mha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #mha x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #midoriya angst #mha angst #bnha angst #midoriya #mha x y/n #bnha scenario #bnha #bnha deku #deku x you #deku x y/n #deku x reader #anime oneshots

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

typing help needed: i get rly obsessed with things & have to know everything abt them (astrology, cats, certain fictional characters, etc) & constantly bring them up in conversations. speaking of which, i only really initiate conversations when there’s something specific i want to talk about; i don’t talk to people just for talking’s sake. i’m ambivalent about spending time w ppl. i could go months w/o seeing ppl as long as i could text them & most people are boring to me anyway, but there are types of ppl whose company i never get tired of. i love being around funny, ambitious & intelligent ppl who tell it like it is. really emotional & soft ppl annoy me. stupid ppl annoy me but also amuse me. what annoys me most is when ppl waste my time (n i lowkey feel guilty abt this ask bc it’s so long & unorganized i’m sorry i tried). i’m constantly tempted to prank people/provoke fights but i’m scared of getting in trouble. academic & financial success are extremely important to me. i’ll sacrifice anything for straight As. i put 100% effort into everything i do as long as i’m interested in it (chores? hell no.) but lose steam quickly and slack off when a project is near completed. still, i do whatever i need to to outperform my classmates. the thought of working a 9-5 office job fills me with unimaginable dread because i hate rigid schedules & having to see the same boring people/place every single day. i want to write/draw for a living and/or be a professor, don’t rly have a plan tho i just take opportunities as they come. i live to entertain. i love wearing weird/flashy clothes that attract attention. i’m “the funny one” and “the creative one” in my friend group. i’m an open book in that i’ll answer p much any question honestly. but the intimacy of romantic relationships is hard for me. i hate feeling vulnerable and i’m terrified of rejection. i’ve never confessed romantic feelings to anyone, but i’ll do crazy things for “love.” i got myself a full ride scholarship to a private high school just because someone i liked was going to go there & then did the same thing for a different person for college. i’m confident & insecure at the same time, like i know i’m smart & capable but i worry that other people won’t see that. i have terrible fomo and i feel like i’m losing a race against everyone else my age. i’m pretty opinionated when it comes to politics & v vocal when i disagree w someone unless they have power over me in which case i bitch about them behind their back. i love a good fight but tap out when people refuse to listen to reason. i have over 20000 accounts blocked on twitter. i wish ppl were less sensitive bc i hate trying not to make them upset. i don’t want to make them upset but i hate that i have to act fake nice in order to do that. it happens a lot in my classes when we critique e/o’s work like i have nothing positive to say to u i’m sorry. i’m a deeply angry person but i try to hide it bc despite wanting to not care abt what people think of me i often do & i’m scared they’d hate the real me. anyway i think i’m an NP but no idea about the other 2 letters & enneagram i have no clue i feel like i don’t fit neatly into any of them. thanks in advance for reading all this hogwash !

okay before I read this...how are you getting around the character limit per ask? I’ve seen this a couple times but very inconsistently but anyway I might need to reframe my ask limit as a character limit (which this is technically under although I can’t believe I’m saying this, but much as I hate copying and pasting each part of 7 asks at least that method has paragraph breaks).

Anyway, ESTP, enneagram 3.

- a lot of the “I wish I could be more chaotic but I’m worried about getting in trouble or being seen as less than impressive” stuff here is very in line with how an Ne or Se-dom 3 acts

- hating routine, grabbing opportunities effectively but for impulsive reasons, and putting effort in based solely on interest or succeeding against certain metrics (rather than say, general obligations) are all very Ne or Se dom as well

- the specific examples you gave of seizing opportunities, the fact that you gave specific examples in the first place (this is a good thing; a lot of questions I get have me like....concrete examples? spare a concrete example for the sensor?), the 3-ness of it all, and the fomo all sound far more like high Se than high Ne to me. The focus on external metrics and the weird flashy clothes also have me thinking high Se.

- the caring to the degree you do about other people and their opinions of you is definitely part of 3 (especially since a lot of it is about not getting into trouble or having good grades) but also pretty clearly the Ti-Fe axis; this isn’t strictly being impressive via competence the way many Te-doms do it, but through interpersonal tracks as well.

- the part about arguments is 100% high Ti. I have no idea how you blocked so many people on twitter or why and frankly I’m not sure how that’s relevant, but one of the greatest hallmarks of high Ti and especially aux Ti (it’s the extroversion) is loving arguments and even starting them but the second someone else doesn’t engage with the rules (which can be valid, like being reasonable, but can also include the other person pointing out this is legitimately a matter of opinion) leaving or getting frustrated or doubling down in weird ways.

#mbti #enneagram #estp #enneagram 3 #Anonymous