nobody is gonna argue with it

nobody is gonna give you a medal or free HRT for acting like a fucking gender cop. the system is not your friend. we’re out here lying to doctors for survival and demanding respect from an antagonistic system and you’re arguing about who is or isnt transgender like some sort of fan club for oppressive medical gatekeeping. 

how the fuck do you profit from this. you’re wasting your time and your energy tearing other trans people down when you should have solidarity with them. you should be supporting all trans people, not just the ones whose gender you understand, not just the ones whose gender is respectable and palatable to YOU.

theyre bananas for equality!

Babysitter (Part 2)

Summary: Your parents have to leave for a buiness trip for the weekend and you invite Taehyung over

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/ Reader

Genre: Smut X2

Word: 3.3k

A/N: I suppose there will be a part 3 lol maybe- Sorry if this one is not as good

Part 1 | MasterlistPart 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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Chapter 157 Feels Attack post

Soooo I think this’ll be the first time I’ll be this vocal about a chapter in BnHA because it’s just so  f u c k i n g  good! Of course, there were others that left me like a dying whale calling for help but yeah, you know the point.

1. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 1). So let me begin with this. I am not able to articulate how much I admire him in this panel. You can really see his motivation, his drive to become the very best (that no one ever was lol).

2. MY PROBLEM WITH SIR NIGHTEYE. I know at one point in our lives we wished for an ability to manipulate time (either travel back into the past or see into the future or both). As it is, time manipulation is indeed a very useful (and powerful, to some extent) power.

But I realized that with sir Nighteye, as the chapters in this arc progressed, he had the habit of treating his visions as black and white? Like if his “prophecy“ or vision did not happen then everything is screwed up goodbye everybody see you in Hero heaven. 

His foresight does him credit, I give him that. But the problem is that he eliminates all the other possibilities just because he saw one likely future. I surmise he lacks faith in other people twisting their fates, which is just sad. But Deku’s gonna make him realize that fates are indeed twistable. Which brings me to the next one…

3. OCHAKO BEING THE BEST GIRL. I’ve always rooted for her. I‘ve always considered her to be the best girl. But I‘ll be damned, this panel just made me decide that she’s really the bestest girl in BnHA.

As I pointed out in 2, Nighteye easily loses hope when everything goes south. That’s the cue for our best girl here. She won’t take any shit from a prophetic guy who tells her boy friend (see that space there? yes, that’s going to vanish soon enough HAHAHAHA) is going to die. While some may argue that the likeliness of Deku being gravely injured (or much worse, dying) is kind of high, given the situation, I agree with Ochako saying that nobody truly knows what’s going to happen until it actually happens.

It’s not blind optimism, everyone. There are times that we must keep on pushing despite everyone telling us that we’re going to fail.

Also, I feel like she’s gonna unleash the torrential rain of rocks just like she did in her fight with Bakugo during the Sports fest. Look at those floating rocks! 

I feel like I should point out that this is, to some extent, an IzuOca scene!!!!!!!!!! I’m screaming

4. NIGHTEYE’S EPIPHANY. After Ochako’s best girl moment, we see in the next panel that Nighteye was reminded of Deku’s (or Mirios? I have quite forgotten) attitude regarding those future mumbo-jumbos. I think he realized that he should not let whatever future laid out before him unfold without doing something about it, especially when it’s about the death of his comrade. I‘m looking forward to what he’s going to do when he gets to the surface.

5. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 2). Need I say something?

6. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 3). Let’s see what we have here. I love how he made Eri‘s quirk look so unaggressive? Like it was not meant for destruction but for helping people? Those words, uttered by our best cinnamon roll, were what Eri needed during that time. She needed to know that she was not some weapon of mass destruction. She needed to know that even if she couldn’t control her quirk, there was someone who would entrust his whole being to her care. It’s so beautiful I can‘t help but tear up a little.

7. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 4). I had to refrain from screaming outright at this part because my mother was lying beside me and she might think I finally lost it.

I’ve seen people say that Deku‘s plan is half insane, half maniacal. It’s true, to be quite honest. Using OfA at its full potential without any regards to his well-being just because he’s with a person that can rewind his physical state is plain insane to me.

However, what I see in there is his complete trust in Eri that she won’t hurt him. Just like what I said in the previous item, Eri needed someone to see her as a person, not a tool. Deku, being the smart cookie he is, knew that and gave Eri the confidence boost she unknowingly needed.

And that’s it folks! Damn, it felt so cathartic, ranting like that. I initially thought this arc would be boring but boy was I wrong. I found myself hotly anticipating every chapter that comes out every week, especially when it features my best boi. GAH PLEASE GIVE ME THE NEXT CHAPTER 

anonymous asked:

so vld is confirmed to run for 8 seasons right? if that's the case and say sheith will be end game, at what point in the series would you want them to be canon?

hmm thats tricky. i know a lot of people would probably prefer it sooner than later, but i would much rather have relationships that werent rushed or forced. also, i dont think either of them is in a good headspace for it right now. keith in particular with his abandonment issues and constantly “afraid that he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose shiro” isn’t ready for a relationship. His immediate readiness to sacrifice everything for shiro without even questioning it is admirable, but i dont think shiro would ever want that. obviously shiro would still risk a lot for keith, still does things like trying to fight off everyone at the marmora base for his sake. but id argue bom proves that before shiro, keith had nobody (aside from his dad, who he already lost)And even after bonding with team voltron, he still doesnt think any of that matters if he loses shiro. 

also, if we still go by the fact that keith’s worst fear is feelings, i think it’ll be a while before he’s ready to confront them. particularly if doing so runs the risk of losing his friendship with shiro. 

Of course, we also know that keith is somewhat touch averse despite this craving for some kind of intimacy (you can see it in the way he immediately tenses up and then slowly relaxes anytime he’s hugged with the exception of shiro). In a way, this problem also extends to shiro. shiro, who thinks that the galra have twisted and warped him into a weapon, who feels that he can’t even trust his own body or memories, who struggles with this notion that he is both unworthy as a paladin and a leader. If you look at kuro and crystal venom, shiro’s worst fear seems to be turning into exactly what the galra tried to make him. and then he finds out that zarkon was the previous black paladin, that black saw the same fire in zarkon she saw in him, and all that fear and doubt is compounded. so i could imagine shiro would be very hesitant about having a partner now, not to mention how any physical contact he experienced during that year in prison always resulted in pain. ironically, the first gentle touch he receives on earth isn’t only human, but also galran. the fact that keith reaches out to him again outside the shack without hesitation is also notable, especially compared to when shiro holds out his galra hand to lance. 

you see lance’s hand stop and it flinches away, and he stares at shiro sadly before offering a smile and reaching back. just to be clear, i dont think there’s anything wrong about lance doing this. it shows he’s empathetic and its really crashing down on him what kind of hell shiro’s been through. and you see how choked up keith looks when he first sees shiro after all this time. but when he’s actually in front of shiro? he stays calm and grounding, tries his best to reach out and act like nothing’s changed. keith never hesitates, never shies away from shiro’s touch or startles from it the way he does around others. and after his time in space prison, i think shiro needs that honestly. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that shiro seems to hold people more at arm’s length after kerberos. With keith their easy, casual intimacy with one another certainly helps, but i imagine a romantic relationship would still be a big adjustment after everything they’ve both been through. 

ideally i could see them working up to something like flirting or dating around seasons 5-6. of course, then you also have to ask: what would cannon sheith look like? becuase honestly, i think the answer is: not very different. They already seem to be pretty open about their affection, and we already know shiro is keith’s most important person. I can see them maybe holding hands occasionally or being more into hugs. maybe going on “space dates” every now and again on more lowkey missions like the space mall. but voltron is also a sci-fi adventure, so romance wont be the focus. It’s also a matter of what they can and can’t get away with in terms of censorship (which is really shitty, i know) but thankfully staff already said netflix seems to allow for more opportunity with representation. and this is the same studio who said they wanted to make it expressly clear that korra and asami were together. im thinking the most romantic voltron will get though is like pining, the exchange of little physical reassurances (hugs, shoulder touches, pats on the back, ect), and a mutual confession. maybe a kiss good luck or goodbye during a really emotional scene. 

anyway, season 3 will be a lot of background info and flashbacks i think, which we really need. i feel like the direction of their relationship will end up depending on whatever they had going prekerberos, especially if either of them had feelings for the other that they never confronted before voltron. i think everyone would take some time off from their relationships for season 7 and most of 8 though, you know, put stuff on hold while they gear up for the final battle. a big emotional farewell before the last fight would be really good though. 

and see now, the thing about relationships that i think a lot of people forget when it comes to “cannon ships” for an action adventure series like this is that…well…if a ship becomes cannon at some point, it doesnt mean that they’ll stay together for the rest of the show. sometimes it happens fast and burns out, or people break up and make up a lot, or they try to work things out but just drift apart. so i think id much rather it happen later than sooner because, with show like this, i think that gives them a better chance of staying together? like, the thought of keith being in a relationship with allura and then shiro or vice versa seems to be treated like something impossible, but relationships dont work out and partners deicide to see other people all the time? its even possible keith will have the occasional one episode romantic interest that’s never revisited, like the mer-alien that kissed lance. so anyway, im not too worried if it takes them a bit longer to get together. 

Having A Love/Hate Relationship With Jason Would Include:

• Constantly arguing about everything, even about each other sometimes

• Playful shoves all the time

• “God, (Y/N), you’re so fucking annoying”

• “That’s cute, Jason. You aren’t any more pleasant to be around”

• Jason always glaring at people that seemed to bother you, without you really noticing

• Rarely having serious arguments, but always getting over them or working to fix them

• “You’re a pain in the ass, but I’m not gonna complain”

• “Hypocrite”

• Being there for each other whenever it’s needed

• “Hey- I got ya, nobody is gonna get to you while im around…”

• Constantly venting to each other about everything

• Having to explain to everyone that you weren’t together

• Jason going ‘overprotective big brother mode’ whenever someone hurt you, or tried to get with you

• “You can just- not do that, thanks”

• Helping Jason through all of his family drama

• Accidentally saying harsh things in the moment, and countless apologies afterwards

• “You do know I don’t think of you that way, right?”

• Jason talking to you in school- despite what some of the others on the football team would say

• Him pranking you constantly

• “You fucking asshole! This wont wash out, you know!”

• “Aw i’m so sorry (Y/N)”

• Constant sass and sarcasm from both Jason and you

• Pranking him back when he least expected it, starting a war with you both always trying to do the better prank

• “I swear to you- I will win”

• Lots of emotional moments too

• “I really want this to last, I don’t think i’d want ya gone… like, ever”

• “Me too… I kinda wanna get even more sick of you than I already am”

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty-Three

Summary: An unwanted visitor in Austin turns your great mood on it’s head, forcing you to remember your past.
Jared x Reader x Gen, Tom, Shep, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, OFC
Words: 3k
Warnings: angst, physical violence, aggressive confrontations, possibly triggering flashback
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Your day with the boys and Arlo had gone surprisingly well.

Tom and Shep were happy to chat away all day, talking to you about school and asking questions about the baby.

It was great to get to know them a little bit better on your own and, by the time you were walking to drop them off, you felt a lot closer to your baby’s brothers.

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omg peter parker dating someone who plays sports

aka kill me

omg this is my first ever headcanon??? pls request some bc they are so fun

  • let be honest he has absolutely NO CLUE whats going on like 99.99% of the time 
  • he gets there early to watch you warm up and because one time he overheard you talking to your teammate how you like to eat a protein bar before a game but always forget to bring it so peter freakin brings yOU A PROTIEN BAR
  • even though yall have been dating for some time he still gets nervous and blushy when he makes his way to you to give you the bar
  • bc he cant help but feel like everyone is staring at him even though nobody even cares except for ur closest friends on the team who “AWWWwwwWW” 
  • “h h here you go babe” and he freaking kisses ur forehead and tells you youre gonna do so great
  • he freakinG makes a sign with ur name and number on it and he’s like the loudEST fan ever 
  • peter forcing mj and ned to come to your games bc he knows you love when people come cheer you on  
  • you kinda roll ur eyes bc you can hear him arguing with the referee from his spot on the bleachers when he makes a unfavorable call even though he doesn’t know anything that’s happening
  • mj looks at him and says “peter that call was in our favor stop yelling”
  • “weLL IM SORRY THAT I gotta stand up for my girL” 
  • after the game he waits patiently after ned and mj had left, for you to get your stuff and have a short team meeting
  • he’s standing there by the bleachers awkwardly because everyone has pretty much left by now and he’s the only one standing there waiting 
  • you guys have never been much into PDA but you did sO WELL in your game and your team won and he’s looking at you as you walk towards him and you look so tired but also have this glint in your eyes bc you won and he knows this team means everything to you and you’re so passionate. and all he can think about is that he won too,,, bc he has you
  • and then he picks you up in a hug and you kinda protest bc you’re so sweaty and gross but then he freaKIN kisses you passionately bc he’s so in love with you and you looked to pretty and it totally catches you by surprise so you blush HARD BC HES SMOOCHING YOU INFRONT OF YOUR WHOLE TEAM and they kinda hoot and holler bc they know how happy he makes you!!!!
  • and your hair is in a messy bun and he carried ur bag for you and he grabs your hand as you walk to the subway and freAK WHY CANT I DATE PETER PARKER
You’re My Open Road

Swoops/Kent, continuation of The Legend of Kent Parson’s Sex Hair.

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Swoops suggests the road trip off-hand, between topics of a stream-of-consciousness conversation they’re having on a bus to Boston. Kent is leaning on Swoops’ shoulder and has been for the last hour. Nobody questions it anymore. They’ve been in each other’s pockets since last summer, and if they’ve suddenly started to gravitate a little closer than before, well, nobody asks and they’re not telling. But there’s always an open seat for Kent next to Swoops, or vice versa, whenever the team is on a bus or a plane or at a restaurant or hanging out at someone’s house yelling abuse over a non-hockey sports game that few of them really care about. 

It’s as close to open acceptance as they’ll get, short of coming out. Swoops is willing to grab it with both hands and push the boundaries of acceptable PDA as much as Kent and their respective careers will allow.

Kent is leaning on Swoops’ shoulder and Swoops is leaning against the window of the bus. The arm-rest between them has been pushed up so Kent can squeeze close and Swoops can put an arm around him. Kent’s voice has gotten drowsy and his responses slow. When Swoops says, “You wanna take a road trip this summer?” he gets a sleepy mumble in reply.

“Road trip?”

“Yeah. Pack up the bare minimum and just hit the road. Drive ‘til we get somewhere. Sleep in bad motels and cheap campgrounds.” He realizes that he’s absentmindedly stroking Kent’s arm with the tips of his fingers. It’s blatant affection but he can’t seem to stop.

“…You wanna take a road trip in your SUV?” Kent asks. “That’s like going to a drive-in in a limo.”

“We’ll rent something. It doesn’t even have to be a car,” he adds, thinking out loud. “My aunt did a cross-country thing with her biker group.”

Kent gives a light snort against Swoops’ shirt. “You’d need a motorcycle license.”

“I’ve got one. Just haven’t ridden for a while.”

Swoops thinks he can feel Kent’s smile. “You? Really?”

“Yeah? Why, you think I’m lying?”

“No. Just, I don’t know. You don’t seem the type. You’re so straight-laced.”

I fucked you in a supply closet in the Vegas Hockey Arena, Swoops thinks. I fucked you ‘til you couldn’t speak; ‘til you were so sweaty and shaking so badly that I almost dropped you. What he says is, “I’m full of surprises.”

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Sinners ~ Envy

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut (Eventually)

Word Count: 2625

A/N: This is the start of an 8 part series by @smutandahalf and myself, based off of the concept of the 7 Deadly Sins. It’s going to be a little bit of a slow burn for the first couple chapters and then we will decimate you with so. much. smut. Someone suggested we should get together and kill you all, so you can thank whoever that anon was lol. Hope y’all enjoy! 

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From the moment I met Stiles Stilinski, I’ve made it my mission to shut him up any way possible. The boy likes to talk and argue about anything and everything. The days that I render him unable to form words is a small victory in my book. He’s smart…smarter than anyone I’ve ever met. Besides myself of course. The fact that I can hold my own in debates against him may cause a little bit of tension in the pack every now and then, but it’s so god damn entertaining to see him lose his shit and fumble over his words. Stiles is a man of words. When words are at a complete loss to him, it’s the most gratifying thing in the world, especially if you are the one making his brain overload so much that all he can do is stare at you with his mouth agape.

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I’m here, but if you’re just gonna keep arguing…
You’re the one who has to face your fears.
Perhaps I am better as a myth.
Is that enough? Or do you want more?
Hey, look at me.
So this is why you brought me here, huh?
The right thing according to who? You?
This isn’t about you and me at all, is it?
It will never be over.
Though, in fairness, she does talk a lot.
Keep her here.
We don’t have time.
Well, here’s to nobody dying today.
Or was I premature?
I, for one, hope I never see this filthy city again.
And afterwards, I hated everything. Even the sun.
It’s taken forever for me to feel normal again.
Why are you telling me all this?
Now, listen very carefully.
Shall I continue?
You in here?
What am I fighting here?
Show yourself to me.
Oh, no. No no no no no…
You really don’t know when to quit.
Well, he won’t be taking anyone, as he is rather indisposed.
Welcome back, sister.
I think you got him.
Can we leave this awful city now?
Well, I got something else for you.
You’d have me pay for my sins. So be it.
What is that? Your version of an apology?
You have to pull that blade out.
No, not yet. I’m almost through.
Your family will die if you don’t.
He’s right. This is between me and him.
It’s not your fight.
It didn’t turn out so well, did it?
Hey, you can do this.
Your family needs you.
You win, okay? We can’t beat you.
They were my family, too.
There is only one justice left.
It’s been too long. We should go.
They’ll be here, _______.
And while we have a moment, I wanted to say thank you.
Actually, I’m right here.
I saw something.
I felt… something.
At least now I know what we’re up against and it’s something I’ve seen before.
Promise me that.
I know this is tough for you, but you’re gonna have to trust me.
That’s what family does. We fight for each other.
Don’t you have a city to run.
Hey, don’t push me, _________.
Or is this all just another distraction?
Or we leave and we never come back.
I could kill all of you right now and tonight, I would sleep like a baby.
I am nothing like any of you.
The only reason you exist is because I’m showing you mercy.
Now go and don’t ever come back.
Remind me, if I’m ever gonna piss you off, make sure there’s not a crossbow laying around.
Still, I’m impressed.
I’m not most people.
The only thing that is on my mind is how we’re gonna celebrate.
I’m sure we’ll figure out something.
_______, you’re gonna wanna call me back.
Uh, you texted me and said you needed a ride home.
Dare I ask why you still have that?
Now I’m ready for a bourbon.
Five years… has never felt so long.
Thank you for not abandoning me.
Well, we considered it. The vote was rather close.
For what its worth, I’m sorry.
Want me to wake her for you?
No, let’s let her sleep.

(Huge) list of tiny things that I loved about GotG Vol. 2 but couldn’t post separately because I would spam everyone (watch out, spoilers):

Rocket loving the music so much that he wants it to play during the battle, even when Peter himself says it’s not the right moment for it

Everybody parenting Groot in the middle of a fight and for the rest of the movie

 

The Sovereign flying their ships as if they are playing video games

 

The running gag with the wrong name the Guardians use for the batteries (translation issue?)

Nebula yelling “Idiots!” at the Guardians (like honestly, same)

Rocket actually attempting to bite Peter after the trashpanda part (lesser instinct kicking in?)

 

Gamora being so freaking done with her idiotic family

 

On Contraxia, when Tullk calls up to Yondu as if to say “Yo, no sulkin’, come party, my friend!

Yondu’s face when Ayesha’s group has to wait for the rug to be rolled out (WTF?)

 

If he turns out to be evil, we will kill him” – that’s the friendship I’m here for, especially since Gamora kept that promise

 

Mantis. Just, Mantis in general, and her friendship with Drax especially

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Fangs Vs. Claws

Prompt: “Hi can you write a oneshot ? You’re Stiles’s childhood best friend and Derek find out you’re a vampire (like, somehow you “die” and come back to life, thanks vampire powers!), but he fall in love with you anyways ? Thank you very much !”

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REQUESTED BY AN ANON: reader x yoongi 17 + 21 ? 🙂
oh i forgot to add angst! i’m the anon that requested 17 + 21 for yoongi (:
17. I’m busy
21. Why are you like this?


“Y/n..” he sighed for the thousand time today.
He got back from tour a few days ago and  you had been asking him to leave the studio for one day  and have a date, just one day nothing more.
“Come one Yoongi, please. We don’t even have to go anywhere we can order takeout and stay in bed” you begged. 
“Y/n I’m busy right now, we can go another day but for now please just drop it” he said as he rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes. He’s been there for three days in a row all coped up in the dark studio making lyrics non stop, you were obviously worried about him, you just wanted him to go out and have some fresh air or have a good rest in a real bed not the lame ass couch he has in there.
“Yoongi please. You need to get out of this room, you’re gonna end up getting sick or something, just come home and sleep” you argued. He turned to you with an angry look in his eyes, he looked really ticked off, maybe just maybe you nagged him a little too much, but it was all for a good cause. This boy needed to see sun light asap.
“I’ve told you already, I’m not going! God damn it why are you like this, always so nosy in other people’s businesses! Just get a life of your own to live and stop nagging others, nobody needs your help, nobody wants it nor do they need your opinion over their lives so stop wasting my time and leave! ” he yelled.
You were shocked, never in your life would you had thought that Yoongi would raise his voice at you nor that he would say all those awful things to you, more than shocked you were disappointed, all you were trying to do was get him out of that room and spend some time with him but he didn’t want that, he didn’t need that. You were tired of begging him to come home and in the end that just dug you deeper into a big hole of insecurities.  Did he ever really need to be in a relationship with you? Was he gaining anything from this? Similar  questions swarmed through your mind and it all came down to one answer… No, he didn’t need a relationship , he didn’t want you worrying about him, he didn’t need you nagging him, he simple didn’t need you. You were wasting your time and  apparently his too, so what are you to do now? He didn’t want you there, so why stay?
“O-oh, um I’m sorry , I’ll go now… Take care Yoongi”

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Everything Changes

Requested by @theworldiscolorful.  

Pairing:  Prince Devitt/OFC/Kenny Omega

Category:  Smut

Tags: @lunaticfringe216 @not-that-kinda-gurl08​ @lahey-trash @houndofjustice-imagines @swedish-strong-style @tvrnbvckle @keep-ydgn @phyreblue @omegaliciousss @brezhonegselkea @irish-newzealand-inian-dutch @theworldiscolorful @wrestlingismyfavourite @lclb13 @artemisapalla316 @earl-01

Disclaimer:  I know this doesn’t match up with what happened with the Bullet Club leadership and that Prince was gone before Kenny Omega came along, but I took generous creative license and timeline manipulation to make the story come together.   Full disclaimer I suck at writing accents, so hope I did alright with Devitt.  

“You’re acting like this is your first threesome.”

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Sequel: Bully Yoongi Ends Up Falling For You

(read part one here)

You sat in the library, reading some supernatural teen romance drama that had been checked out more times than the date log could count. You were completely immersed, but not immersed enough to ignore the sounds of giggles and snorts from the group of kids sitting at a table opposite of you, throwing paper balls at one another and playing music on their phones. Did they have such little respect for the only area in the entire school that required silence? Students began to leave the library to avoid them, but as you already had your filled quota of books checked out for an essay you were writing, the only way to read this sickeningly amazing novel was to stay within the library’s walls. So, you ignored them.

“Guys, please be silent.” The librarian whispered to them again. “If you don’t, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“But, we’re writing a paper,” you heard one of the boys say. Min Yoongi. Ugh, that boy annoyed the living hell out of you. “Are you seriously going to kick us out? We can’t meet up off campus after school. Are you really going to let us fail?”

Was he really guilt-tripping the sweet librarian? Surely, she wouldn’t fall for it. They hadn’t touched their assignment since they walked in there over forty-five minutes ago. The librarian frowned. “I-I suppose not.” She said before walking back to her desk regrettably. You shook your head and looked back at the pages. A few lines later, a paper ball flew in your direction, landing on the rounded table that you sat at. You jumped and looked up.

“Aye,” Yoongi said. Ugh. Why did he have to bother me? “Did you do the homework for fifth period? Let me borrow it,” he said obnoxiously loud.

“Do it yourself,” you hissed back. You rolled your eyes and went back to your book, only to have another paper ball thrown in your direction, this time hitting you square in the face. You huffed, looking up at them as they all laughed. You then realized you’d had enough, and gathered your things after deciding to leave the library—grabbing the wad of paper that he threw at you to throw away in the trashcan. You knew a hooligan like him wouldn’t think twice about not leaving his trash on the floor. As you left, you could still hear them laughing, presumably at you. Whatever, you thought. That kid’s gonna end up all alone with no one if he doesn’t get his act right.

Who would’ve thought that in a few years’ time, you’d be in this predicament?

You lay still on the bed—afraid that if you moved too much, your body would begin to tremble even worse than it was—as Yoongi kissed your neck, his large, warm hands wrapped around your hips. It had been two months since you two began dating, and this was the first time you were both guaranteed alone time. You both decided to utilize the time wisely. In mere minutes, his shirt was off, your skirt was pushed up, and your heart was racing. You were so ready to do this, after thoughts of being with him in such an intimate way had infiltrated your mind from the first time you two made out. He was ready. You were ready. Everything was in place. You would do this.

His teeth nipped at the skin on your collarbone and you flinched. He looked up.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

You sighed as you looked into his eyes. Those eyes that once were so cold towards you now looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing. You shook your head. “No… you just surprised me.”

He smiled and kissed your lips. “I love you, _______.”

I love you. Those words made your heart melt. Things had been difficult since you were tripped by a classmate and he’d taken care of you. Your relationship amongst school was assumed, but no one really talked about it. Instead of bullying you, kids said nothing to you—only stared, as if they were thinking, ‘how did she end up so lucky?’ Yoongi, however, received the same attention he always had. He was still popular. Everyone still loved him. Though, when it came to you, they didn’t acknowledge his relationship. And neither did you two. You two barely walked together or even spoke during school hours—in fact, you weren’t even entirely sure how people knew you two were dating. You walked home together and spent time either in the confides of your houses or out at date spots that the regular students in your class didn’t go to. You figured now was as good a time as any to mention that.

You shifted underneath him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yoongi, do you think… we can be more public about our relationship after today? I feel like we’re hiding.”

He looked at you for a moment before sighing. “People know we’re together.”

“I mean, yeah, but… we don’t kiss in public, or hold hands… we barely talk. It almost feels like we’re ashamed of each other.”

“But we’re not.” He said, his expression hardening.  He began to kiss your neck again, insinuating he wanted the conversation to end. You wanted to comply—his kisses were just so mesmerizing—but you weren’t finished talking.

“I mean… We can at least eat lunch together.” You suggested. He exhaled roughly as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. You could tell he was growing steadily annoyed.

“I told you, this is best for you. No one bullies you this way.”

“Do you really think people would bully me if you were to just kiss me in the hallway?” You asked him, folding your arms.

“I’m trying to keep assholes from messing with you. I know how they can be-”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” You mumbled. He squinted his eyes at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, besides the fact that you were the main one teasing me before we began dating. It’s not that big of a deal, Yoongi! Us being more open about our relationship won’t do anything but force people to look at what they already know exists. If people aren’t bullying me now, they sure as hell won’t bully me once we start actually speaking to each other. It’s like you’re ashamed of me or something!”

“I’m not ashamed of you.”

“Then act like it!” You practically yelled at him, you were growing so frustrated. You couldn’t believe something with such a simple solution was developing into such a heated argument. “I’m tired of just being your girlfriend when we’re guarded! I’d rather still be bullied by you than have you ashamed of me! Literally no one cares if we kiss in the hallways or not. The only person keeping us from being in public is you!” You were so upset. He was being so unreasonable. His expression hardened completely, and he looked at you with a face so filled with annoyance and exasperation that it almost shocked you. He got up and redid all of his clothing and grabbed his bag.

“Is that what you really want? For us to act like we never happened?” He asked.

“Of course, that’s not what I want.”

“When we started dating, it was understood that we’d keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“A minimum does not equate to not even acknowledging each other in public, Min Yoongi. You walk straight past me in the hallway without glancing at me once as if the night before you weren’t telling me how much you were in love with me. Why are you being like this? Just admit that you’re nervous about publically being with someone who you once hated.”

“I never hated you,” he clarified.

“I can’t tell! And with how much you clearly don’t want to be with me in public, I’m starting to question if you even love me!”

He looked taken back by your words, like he was extremely hurt. You wanted to put a guard up—he had no reason to be upset when he was the one who refused to show you off in the first place… but deep inside, you regretted what you’d said. He shook his head and headed for the door.

You sighed. “Where are you going?”

He glared at you with a look in his eyes that he hadn’t shown to you in months. A look of simple disgust. “Back to when I was just a dumbass and you were just a bitch.”

He left your vicinity, and soon you heard your front door close. And in those minutes, you didn’t move a muscle. You only sat there on your bed, clothes disheveled, eyes watering, and heart hurting.

He wasn’t lying. Things really were going back to the way they used to. You wanted to avoid seeing him again, but not because he was your bully, but because you loved him. And you missed him. And he’d hurt you with his words.

Things felt different now. You felt colder. Even when he wouldn’t hold your hand or wrap his arms around you, somehow you still felt his protection. Now, you felt the same emptiness you felt before you two were together. A loneliness that you’d forgotten.  A loneliness that you didn’t want back.

Some immature and naïve part of you hoped that Yoongi would show some extreme and romantic gesture of love for you—like grabbing your face and kissing you in front of everyone, complete with announcing that he did in fact love you, and that you were his and he was yours, and then you two would walk off together, hand in hand.

No such luck. You could feel the darkness around the room as you headed to first period, your class with Yoongi. Your head began to spin as you could see one of his best friends in the doorway talking to him, and while you couldn’t see Yoongi’s face yet, his presence alone was enough to fill you with horrible anxiety. You stood in the middle of the hall frozen. You couldn’t walk in there. You couldn’t look at him-

“Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?” You heard some guy grunt as he pushed you out of the way, thoroughly scaring you. He shuffled into the classroom, and you were shocked. Nobody had been that openly rude to you since… since before you and Yoongi were together.

Did he already tell people that you two were arguing? Did he tell them that you two… broke up?

Your feelings were hurt, and your vision soon became blurry with tears. And in that moment, you did something you hadn’t done before—you walked out of the school and on the way home, figuring it’d be easier to skip school and deal with the consequences rather than face him.

“How was your day?” He asked, holding your hand as you two crossed the street to get to your neighborhood. You sighed.

“Long. Tiring. Yours?” It had been a week since you two started dating. Things were still new, different… but exciting. You’d had boyfriends before, but never someone like Yoongi, someone who held such importance at your school. It was completely out of your element.

He smiled. “It was good. I still have to go to practice after this.”

“Oh! You can go ahead and go. I don’t want you to walk me all the way home, just to have to walk all the way back to-”

You were silenced by his kiss, quick and firm against your lips. He pulled away and smiled.

“I’m walking you home,” he said quickly before grabbing your hand again. You hoped that you weren’t too obviously dying from his quick peck. You continued your walk in a happy daze, walking slowly to lengthen the conversations, and keeping each other so close that there wasn’t a moment when your bodies weren’t touching. You were so happy. Things were so good.

Things were so simple just two months ago. Now, you weren’t even sure if he was still yours.

You spent your day at home. Your mother was still there when you walked back in at seven in the morning.

“What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” She asked. You weren’t sure what it was—maybe it was the concern on her face, or maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t hold your emotions in any longer. In mere seconds, tears began to pour out as you sobbed loudly, beckoning your mom over as she pulled you into a hug.

“You’re lucky you never miss school. I’ll allow you to skip just this once. But I don’t want you running from your problems in the future, okay?” Your mom said as she handed you a glass of water and sat down next to you at the kitchen table. You briefly explained your situation to her while wiping a few tears that slipped out every now and then. She sighed while wiping away a stray tear that you missed.

“Everything is so intense when you’re in love for the first time,” she said. “Don’t be too heartbroken, sweetheart. If he was too afraid to show your relationship in public, then it wasn’t meant to be in the first place. Just let things cool down between you two and let the initial emotions cease. You’re both too upset to talk coherently about it now. Give it a good few days, and if things are meant to work out, they’ll come together. Now, I have to leave for work. Do some studying while you’re here all day.” She kissed your forehead lightly before exiting out the front door, leaving you there in your solitude to bask in the heartache that you wish wasn’t there.

You woke up from a notification on your phone. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but you saw it was only 2:03 in the afternoon, and that school had just gotten out. The notification, from Facebook, told you that you had an inbox message.

Did you and Yoongi break up?

The message wrote from a girl you didn’t know. From her profile picture, you recognized her as one of the girls Yoongi hung out with. You filled with a strange emotion. So he was telling people that you two were over… ouch.

Did this mean that you two were irreconcilable? It had literally only been a day, and the ending of your relationship was ambiguous. Was he really done with you after one argument?

You didn’t really know how to respond. You didn’t want to say yes, because you didn’t want to accept it. And you didn’t want to say no, because there was nothing worse and more embarrassing than claiming to still be with someone when they’ve already announced that you two were over. So, instead, you erased the message, letting her leave whatever she wanted to the imagination.

“I don’t understand,” you said while in the principal’s office the next morning. “I haven’t missed a single day of school all year.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but the policy changed in late September. If you don’t have a doctor’s note for your ‘cold,’ that’s an automatic detention.”

It was literally the dumbest thing you’d ever heard. Were colds not common enough to be treated at home? Even though you were completely against the new policy, you felt guilty enough about skipping class to comply with the new system without complaining. Besides, the hardest part of your day wouldn’t be staying after school for two hours—it would be first period (which you were late to). This was the start of the second day since your breakup, and things were still just as painful. You couldn’t comprehend the pain that you felt—it wasn’t physical, yet it literally felt like your heart had been stomped on. If this was what heartbreak was, you didn’t want any part of it any longer. You took your detention slip and headed to first period, your head pounding as you did so.

When you walked in, the class grew silent. Everyone looked at you. While with Yoongi, your confidence had increased immensely with how much he called you beautiful, and you often found yourself wearing makeup or trying new styles with your hair. Today, it was completely appropriate to say you looked like shit.

But not Yoongi. Like always, he looked magnificent. His skin still radiated the same way. He still had this dangerous-yet-sweet look in his eyes, and the lack of emotion in his face hurt you. It was as if he hadn’t been dying the past few days like you had.

When the teacher called your name and asked why you were late to class, you informed him that you had to see the principal, causing an amusing shift in the class.

“Better stop skipping class,” one boy said jokingly. You weren’t even sure if he really knew the nature of you missing a day, but when a few students giggled at his statement, you were afraid that they knew. They were talking about you and they knew you were a mess.

And Yoongi didn’t even bother looking back to see if you were okay.

When school ended, you headed to detention while keeping to yourself. Your day had been awful. Yoongi avoided you completely, not even bothering to look at you. It was unlike any painful experience you’d ever felt. To avoid it, you pushed him and all thoughts surrounding him out of your mind. That was the plan, at least.

Students were scattered in the classroom that detention was in since no one was allowed to sit directly next to each other. As soon as you looked at the faces, however, you were nervous. Three girls sat near each other: one, the girl who sent you the message, two, a girl you recognized as someone who dated Yoongi sophomore year, and three, the girl who tripped you in the classroom two months ago, the reason you and Yoongi began dating. You heard that for the incident, she served two weeks of OSS and detention for the rest of the quarter. You didn’t believe it, but by how comfortable she looked in her desk, you assumed that it must be true.

They all stared at you with looks showing nothing but mild amusement and extreme annoyance. You took the farthest seat available from them.

Thirty minutes into detention, the instructor left to do whatever he had to do that was more important than monitoring a group of unruly high schoolers. The minute the door closed behind him, one of the girls, the one who messaged you, called your name.

“Hey,” she said while popping her gum loudly, “I know you saw my message yesterday. Did you and Yoongi break up?” You ignored her again. She snorted. “I’m taking that pathetic silence as a yes.”

“Be nice,” Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend said. “I mean, I feel bad for her. When you date someone so much more relevant than you, you, like, disappear to everyone else. Now she’s going back to being a nobody. Dating you must have been such a drag, though. It’s good that he dumped you when he did. Yoongi’s not that stupid, after all.” They laughed.

“He was stupid enough to date you,” you retorted, feeling angry. How were they so eagerly bullying you like this? What had you ever done to them?

They all laughed obnoxiously, although you knew they were all taken aback by your comment.

“Shut up,” she said. “I’m trying to sympathize with you. We’re both his exes now. Only difference is, he wasn’t too fucking ashamed of me to hold my hand in public.”

Goodness, that sentence took the breath out of you. You were completely speechless, and you could feel your eyes begin to burn. They cooed.

“Oh no! She’s crying!”

“I don’t care. She should’ve thought about that before she tried to get smart with me.” The instructor came back in quickly as he eyed the room.

With his reappearance, the room restored its silence, and you sat there trying not to let him see the tears falling onto your desk.

When detention was over, you bolted out. You couldn’t stand being in there with them anymore; you felt so small in their presence. Was he ashamed of you the entire time? You figured he was, but you didn’t want to believe it. Did the whole school pick up on something that you desperately wanted to deny?

When you were home, you could only run straight to your room and bury your head in your pillow, letting all of the emotions pour out. You felt awful. You felt broken. This was such a horrid experience, and the only thing that made it worse was that you wanted no one but Yoongi to comfort you.

The week grew longer, and the conversations grew louder. The jokes began again. The stares grew more intense. You were no longer under Yoongi’s protection.  The bullying was slowly coming back, and you could feel it.

Only this time, it was different. Before, you weren’t bothered too much. Outside of Yoongi’s asshole friends messing with you, everyone else avoided you. This time, everyone noticed you as a joke. You were the girl that Min Yoongi was too afraid to show off. You were the laughing stock of the entire school.

The three girls from detention regularly messed with you now, from shoving you in the hallway, to calling you names as you walked by. You couldn’t retaliate because you had nothing to say. They were completely right.

And Yoongi went back to how he was, only instead of bullying you like he used to, his silence tormented you. His isolation killed you. You wanted to hold him, and to kiss him, but you also wanted to yell at him and cry against him, and let him know how much you hated him for putting you through this, but also how he was the only boy you’d ever loved this much.

Friday approached. The end of the week, and you were beyond ready for the weekend. You exited your final class and headed out to your locker to retrieve the books you needed for homework. When you retrieved them, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey,” a guy said. One of Yoongi’s friends. You tensed up. Did Yoongi send him here to talk to you? “You okay?”

You gulped. He was also on the end of bullying you along with Yoongi back before you two started dating. Was he now being… nice to you?

“…I’m fine,” you said.

“Break-ups are hard, man.” He said, smiling sympathetically at you. “It’ll get better. Here, your backpack is unzipped,” he said after you put your books in there. He zipped it for you completely, and smiled nicely. “Have a good day!” He waved before leaving, and for the first distinguishable time that you knew of since the breakup, you smiled. Besides your teachers, you hadn’t been shown that much kindness this week. It felt nice to receive some form of kindness.

When you walked out of the school, you knew something was wrong. Something felt uncomfortable, and on your back you felt cold air hit you. You reached your hands backwards and could feel the wetness seeping from your backpack. You pulled it off quickly and retrieved the topless water bottle that was place upside down in your backpack, wetting all of your books and binders. You looked back and saw them standing there—the boy from your locker and the three girls—laughing at the mess.

Of course. Why should he show me any true kindness?

You hurriedly got off school property and headed home, ashamed and embarrassed. You didn’t want to deal with this anymore. Things weren’t like they were before you were with Yoongi; they were worse. You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated it.

You looked up when you almost bumped into someone standing right in front of you—Yoongi. It was then that you realized how horribly you were crying, and it was then you realized how much you missed him.

You were two houses down from your house, and instead of hugging Yoongi like you wanted to, you moved past him, wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“Talk to me,” he said as he strolled next to you.

“Stay away from me, Yoongi. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“That’s impossible. We have the same class.”

“You’ve ruined everything.” You said as you unlocked your front door.

“What did I ruin? A school reputation that you never had? A perfect school attendance that you messed up yourself?”

“You ruined me!” You screeched at him, feeling every ounce of emotion in your body pour out. You shook your head as more tears fell, and entered your home. Although you tried to slam the door behind you, he pushed it open and walked in, closing it behind him. “You’re trespassing.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“I have just had the worst week of my life because of you, Yoongi. The pain I feel right now is worse than anything I’ve ever felt—all because you were too fucking scared to really be with me!”

“Are you just gonna yell at me? ‘Cause if so, I can leave.”

“…Yes! Please leave! I don’t want you in my house!”

He huffed, and headed to your bedroom instead. “I’m not leaving until we talk.” He called. You were so horribly annoyed that you wanted to scream.

He lay on your bed with his back against your headboard and his legs folded. He looked extremely cute, but you were extremely pissed off.

“Yoongi, please go.” You said, wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. He stood up and went to you, attempting to wipe your tears. You smacked his hand away. “Go! Yoongi, leave! I hate you and I hate that I ever dated you! I wish I was a nobody again in that school. I would rather blend in with the lockers than be known as Min Yoongi’s neglected ex-girlfriend!” You sobbed, and he pulled you into the tightest, warmest hug as you cried against him. “Why couldn’t you just be with me openly? They’re so mean to me, Yoongi… Everyone is so mean to me, now.”

“I’m sorry,” he said lightly, holding you tightly. “I was scared. I didn’t want anyone to make fun of you… I thought it’d be easier if we left things the way they were. I thought they’d tease you more if they knew we were together.”

You looked up at him and smiled warmly. His features looked soft, and his eyes looked horribly regretful. “You don’t understand how bullies work,” you hummed.

“I’ve never been bullied, I’ve only…” His words trailed. You knew where he left off—that he’d only bullied other people. You nodded.

“I know. I wish we would’ve talked about it calmly.”

“I don’t want you to ever think that I was ashamed of you, ________. I could never be ashamed. I was afraid. I didn’t know how people would react to it. I mentioned that I was dating you to my friends briefly, but after that, I didn’t mention it. I figured that was all they needed. It didn’t even occur to me that they would be so mean to you if we broke up. I’m so sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you even tighter, and kissed your forehead. Reluctantly, you pulled away from his embrace. “That one guy that you hang out with, Chan, put a water bottle in my backpack upside down.”

He tsked, turning you around to see your wet backside. “I’ll kick his ass for that tomorrow.”

You laughed lightly and kissed his lips. You missed it so much. You tried to pull away, but he held you tighter, making you smile against his lips as your kiss grew more intense. He kissed your nose lightly and looked into your eyes. You could see the same fire and passion in his that you saw moments before you two had the argument. You wondered if he could see the emotions you were feeling, too.

He kissed your lips again, and this time, the kiss was hot and passionate. The direction had changed; the feeling had grew. You both wanted something more from this kiss. Yoongi gripped the tail of your shirt and pushed it upwards, and you eagerly wiggled out of it and placed your hands on the buckle of his jeans. He pressed closer to him, and you could feel his erection against your hip. It wasn’t the first time that you felt it—there’d been a few times while making out with him he’d gotten hard. But you knew this time was different.

He pulled away from the kiss and sighed regretfully while looking away from you. You felt the shift in his emotions.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.” He admitted. You smiled warmly and went over to your nightstand, pulling out a singular square packet.

“You left this here when you left Monday.”

His eyes practically lit up.

“Were you just gonna keep that?”

“Should I have approached you in first period in handed it to you?” You laughed. He shook his head and kissed you again.

“And let everyone think that we’re having sex?”

“I guess that won’t be a false statement in a few minutes, will it?” Your voice grew soft as you said those words, and the way Yoongi looked at you made your heart beat wildly in your chest. He pulled you into another deep kiss, and lay you back on your bed.

Clothes were discarded slowly and carefully. The kisses, once rough and fiery, developed into softer, longer, sweeter kisses. You were both naked now, and while you were initially insecure of having someone look at your bare body for the first time, the feeling subsided when you could see how much having you here turned Yoongi on.

“Your body’s so pretty,” he whispered to you while gazing at your body. You could feel yourself shaking. Feeling his eyes on you turned you on and made you nervous, but you were so excited for what was to come that the feelings swirling inside of you were masked with pure love and desire.

When he slowly entered you, you both let out a slow sigh as your fingers intertwined and your hips pressed together. The pain that you thought you would feel wasn’t there—only a deep, electric pressure that grew hungrier and happier the more he moved inside of you. He kept his fingers interlocked with yours as your bodies meshed together, your heartbeats matched, and your lips met each other’s.

Your moans grew in volume as he pressed deeper into you and buried his face into the soft skin on your neck. He left warm kisses there as he rubbed your hips. You were filled with so much love and desire in this one moment, more emotion than you’d ever felt in your life.

You were so embarrassed when you climaxed from how loud you were. You moaned out loudly, clenching against him and trembling. He soon followed from looking at you so immersed in ecstasy, and wrapped his arms around you as you both panted heavily, thinking of what just happened.

After a few moments of silence, he kissed your lips.

“Yoongi,” you looked him in the eye, “did you tell people that we broke up? Were you done with me, really?”

He exhaled and kissed you again. “No. Chan saw me upset the next day and asked if that’s what happened. I guess he figured that we’d broken up since I didn’t answer him… I don’t know. I didn’t want to say that we hadn’t broken up because I thought that you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be with me, either,” you sighed. He kissed your forehead.

“Not talking to you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.’

“I missed you so much,” you cooed, beckoning him to kiss you again. After staying still for a few moments, you looked at the clock on your dresser and sighed regretfully. “My mom gets off work in thirty minutes. You should go.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I should—unless you want your mom to kill me.”

You both got dressed—reluctantly. Yoongi strategically buried the condom in your trashcan so that your mom wouldn’t see, and kissed you goodbye on his way out.

“I’ll text you, okay?” He said while standing in the doorway. You nodded.

“Okay.  I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The weekend ended quickly. You spent more time with Yoongi after a date to get breakfast early Sunday morning. Once that ended, you both headed to his house, and things got heated so quickly that after you two were finished, you had to ask yourself what exactly had just happened.

As you walked to school Monday, you felt nervous. The entire weekend, you two never talked about school. You never talked about what would happen. After what had just happened between you two, you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to just being his part-time girlfriend. You wouldn’t be able to go back to blending in with the walls when he was around. You wanted all of him.

You went to first period and his seat remained empty. He normally was at least on campus by this time… was everything okay? He hadn’t texted you to let you know he’d be absent… was it something more serious?

While playing a few scenarios in your mind, you heard his voice as he came in and began to converse with your teacher. You gave a silent sigh of relief while seeing them standing there. So far, no one had said anything to you, as if the drama from last week had ceased fire. You felt better immediately, but nothing felt better than seeing your boyfriend standing there so handsomely and knowing that he was yours again.

As if reading your mind, he looked over to you and smiled. You noticed a few students in the class eyeing his gaze at you, but you were too immersed in his beautiful smile to worry about their opinions. You waved lightly, and he began to walk over to you.

“Hey,” he said, leaning onto your desk. You felt nervous for some reason.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to talk to you.”  He shrugged. You gulped.

“Here?”

“Yes, here. You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? So, did you sleep well last night?”

You could only smile brightly. “Does this… does this mean no more… hiding?”

He smiled warmly and pulled you into a sweet kiss, and you could literally feel the eyes burning holes into the back of your head. When your lips were no longer connected, he kissed your forehead. “I can’t hide how much you mean to me anymore. You deserve better. So, I’ll walk you to your classes, and we’ll hold hands while doing so. I’ll kiss you goodbye and publically display my affection for you, because you mean more to me than these assholes at this school, and I’d rather be with you than pretend to not be with you for the sake of their comfort. I love you too much for that.” He said matter-of-factly. The warmth in his voice made you want to cry. This is exactly what you wanted and what you needed from him. You pinched his cheek.

“I love you, too.”

“I’ll see you after class, okay?” He said after pinching your nose in retaliation.

You nodded. “Okay.”


So, here it is, guys! three days, thirteen pages and almost 6000 words later, here’s the sequel that you all voted for! did you like it? honestly, it gets harder and harder writing these bully scenarios. if someone were trying to bully me i’d just fight them lmao. i hope you all enjoyed it!

“Safe - Part 2″

*mentions of sexual assault and battery*


Happy x Reader w/ Tig friendship
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It was still dark out when Wayne pulled up at the emergency room parking lot and put the car in park as Tig pulled up beside him.

You swallowed hard, knowing the assault you endured was only the beginning of the nightmare. Soon there would be doctors hovering over you, police digging into you for answers you wouldn’t be able to give, then…..Happy. You felt the tears prickling at your eyes again as you began to hyperventilate, a panic attack washing over you as you pressed your head into the seat back and clamped your eyes shut.

“Woah, hey,” Wayne spoke, trying to soothe you, “It’ll be alright (Y/N).”

“I-I-I’m gonna be know-wn as the ra-aped girl” you sobbed, stuttering through your gasping breaths as Tig walked up to the window, resting his bare arms on the door and watching you, trying to think of a way to ease your pain.

“I’ll take it from here, Unser, thanks for driving her,” Tig spoke through your window to the man in the driver’s seat, opening your door and helping you out, still clothed in only his shirt and a blanket.

“Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll send one of my unis up here to take her statement later so we can start looking for this guy.” Wayne said, but Tig shook his head, “Might not need that brother, wait for my call.”

The Chief of Police looked at your friend sternly but Tig spoke again, “Look at her, man. She doesn’t want to have to relive this shit, your cops tearing her apart with a fine tooth comb,” he argued, turning to you, “What if I call Jax?Have Tara come up and we can do this whole thing confidential, nobody has to know.”

You nodded and Tig shut the car door, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked to sit outside the hospital and wait, “Hap’s gonna want to handle this justice on his own. No sense in getting police involved. Doc will know how to keep it under the radar,” he assured you while dialing Jax.

As it happened, Tara had actually been working and walked down to meet you, carrying a pair of scrubs with her and handing them to you, ushering you into the restroom to change.

When you stepped out in your fresh clothes, Tara motioned for you to follow her and told Tig to have a seat in the waiting room. You turned to him, handing him his shirt with a panicked look on your face. He nodded to you, “I’ll call Hap,” he sighed. “Don’t give him details over the phone Tig, he’ll kill himself trying to get here,” you begged of him and he nodded once again, turning to walk back down to a row of chairs in the hallway as you disappeared around the corner.


After your examination and all the tests, you were put in a room and Tara went out to get Tig. You curled up in the hospital bed in the fetal position, closing your eyes and wishing you could just escape for a while. Tig knocked on the door twice before opening it and stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes, watching him as he walked to your bedside, “Happy’s on his way. I didn’t tell him what happened I told him I didn’t know just that he needed to come,” he wrinkled his nose, “He’s gonna kick my ass when he finds out….” he trailed off and your bottom lip started to quiver again.

“I need him here!” you wailed, turning your back to Tig, burying your face in the sterile-smelling sheets and sobbing.

Tig sat on the edge of the hospital bed and stroked your back as you cried, gritting his teeth as his entire body filled with rage, wanting nothing more than to rip apart the asshole or assholes who hurt his friend. You stopped crying after a few minutes, finally drifting off to sleep and he thought about moving to sit in one of the chairs but decided against it, wanting to be near you to comfort you. He pulled himself up further into the bed, resting his back against the elevated part as you rolled over, resting your head against his ribs, sighing deeply and settling back to sleep. Within minutes, Happy came walking into the room, his face filled with anger as he glared at the bed. Tig pulled a finger up to his lips in a shushing motion and gently rolled you away from him and stepped down from the bed, walking past Happy to the door and whispering to him to come outside.

“Just ran into Tara, she said you’ve been here for hours.” Happy stared at Tig who said nothing in response, “Why didn’t you call me sooner?”
Tig huffed and looked solemnly at his brother, “I was the one who found her, Hap. She wouldn’t come to the hospital at all unless I promised to wait to call you.”
Happy furrowed his eyebrows and stepped to Tig, “Be pissed if you want brother but I had to take care of our girl and I didn’t see it happening any other way,” he stammered, backing away from the menacing man in front of him.
“So what happened?” Happy rasped.
Tig looked down at his boots, “Hap,” he breathed, not offering anything more.
“Tell me,” Happy ordered, clenching his fists.
“She was knocked out, kidnapped, beaten and …..” Tig took a deep breath and exhaled, his voice cracking as he tried to find the words, “…..raped, brother.”

Happy’s top lip trembled as he wheeled around, slamming his fists against the wall and yelling in agony, startling the nurses and visitors nearby who speedwalked away.
Spinning back around, Happy’s glare dug into his blue-eyed friend, “WHO.” he grunted and Tig grabbed Happy by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes, “I don’t know. She doesn’t remember, Happy,” he rationalized and Happy huffed impatiently, turning to walk down the hallway out of the hospital and Tig chased after him, “Hey, hey, hey! Hap!” he shouted, running in front of him and blocking his way.
“Move!” Happy grunted trying to push past his brother but Tig pushed him back by his shoulders, “Get off me!” he yelled.

“Happy she needs you, brother. You gotta stay even for now, you gotta be here for her. In the morning we’ll bring it to the table. We’re all gonna back you, man, whoever did this deserves to burn that’s why the police haven’t been called,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “But right now she needs to know you love her.” he stated, squeezing his tattooed friend on the shoulder.

As quickly as it came, Happy’s rage subsided as he realized that the pain he was feeling from having his old lady attacked was nothing compared to yours, as you were enduring both physical and mental torture.

His eyes softened and his anger turned to sadness as he nodded and pulled Tig in for a hug, “Thanks for being there for her, bro,” he croaked, patting him on the back and then turning to walk back inside.
Tig scratched his head as he watched Happy re-enter your hospital room, closing the door behind him.

The sun was beginning to come up as Tig walked down the hall outside to head home. At the same time, Happy was crawling into the bed with you. He pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his nose into the nape of your neck.

“I’m so sorry baby girl,” he mumbled against your skin, squeezing you, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”
You were awake, listening to his every sound, but you couldn’t bear to face the reality right now, so you pretended you were still asleep, knowing you were safe Happy’s arms tonight.

Finding

a/n: remember that one line in “for forever” where evan was like “[connor]’s come to get me” because all he really wanted was to be found? well. let’s play with that scene, shall we?

warning: suicides mention / intentions , social anxiety , depression .


Connor stays silent for a long, long while after Evan finally admits that he’s tried to kill himself when he fell down that tree. 

For a moment, with his nose buried in the small space of where his jean-clad knees meet to avoid inhaling Connor’s cigarette smoke, he thinks Connor has disappeared. Like, who goes quiet for so long after somebody has just admitted to committing a suicide, right? It’s so weird, and unbecoming, and Evan’s half-tempted to just crack his neck to the left to catch Connor’s reaction but he doesn’t because what if Connor really had disappeared, but like, not in the way that he goes up and leaves Evan, the suicide kid, there, even though that sucks too and Evan thinks he can cry, but in the way that Connor’s never real in the first place and all those times spent together, no matter how odd and strange the camaraderie were, were just apart of Evan’s hyperactive imagination even though that’s not true, ‘cause it can’t be true, because somebody like Connor Murphy? Hard for the average person to come up with in their head, because Connor is so raw and real and his thoughts are his own and his emotions are heavy and cold and unpredictable but sometimes so, so nice, in the way Evan doesn’t think a “school shooter chic” could be, damn Jared, and it’s just—Evan thinks he won’t survive if after all this time Connor ended up not being real, okay?

But, a minute later (feels like eternityeternityeternity , feels like forever), Connor blows out the greying smoke through his nostrils and mouth and even with the space between them it’s as though Evan can feel everything: the way Connor’s chest rises and falls, the way a bird chirps atop of them as it flies by, the way the fucking Earth is moving.

God, Evan feels sick.

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mikeybound  asked:

What do you think of trans Cloud wearing makeup? Cause being a guy shouldn't mean giving up on nail polish and eyeliner.

My dude. Have you seen SOLDIER? Perfectly applied eyeliner is practically a rite of passage for them. 

Not to mention the mascara, Sephiroth.

I’d like to imagine that Midgar is a place that’s generally 100% chill with dudes (or just anybody and everybody, regardless of where they’re at gender-wise) wearing makeup. The SOLDIERs, well known through PR and the fanclubs, regularly wear makeup while also being the fiercest fucking warriors on the planet. Nobody is gonna argue with that. So it becomes totally normalised through both them doing it, and other people who admire SOLDIER imitating them. 

Zack gives Cloud tips and helps him do a killer winged eyeliner.