...I've Been Called Out Too Much This Week By Tumblr Posts For My Liking

They become so committed to the act of 'one-upping' each other that they adopt a child trying to get the other to back off and admit defeat

Or so they claim

when dazai’s freshly 18 he blows the mafia paycheck he doesn’t gaf about on an expensive engagement ring that he plans to give to chuuya as a joke to piss him off. but then dark era happens and dazai never gets the chance so he just ends up carrying around this ridiculously high quality ring in his pocket for the next 4 years. eventually he gives it to chuuya after they’ve reconnected intending to “complete his joke” except chuuya just unironically accepts it and they end up engaged for real

the demon prodigy/black wraith of the port mafia

Cuties

Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

TW: none? I think? 

DAZAI 

I said it in my Soukoku fic, Dazai wouldn’t know affection if it slapped him in the face ten times 

Like he might realize when someone is showing interest in a sexual kind 

And he would probably notice if someone is crushing on him 

But like, if he likes them back? 

No 

Man is blind 

He’s too busy panicking over read denying his own thoughts and feelings over you to analyze your actions 

He’s busy trying to think of anything but how pretty you are when he sees you -thank you very much 

No joke though, this can be applied to pretty much anyone he cares about 

I mean he practically had a heart attack when Atsushi gave him flowers 

Anyways if he finally admits to himself that he likes you then I could see him trying to push you away if I’m being brutally honest 

He doesn’t want to lose you and he believes that anything he wants that he obtains, will be striped from him sooner or later 

But…, in a perfect world he would eventually work up the courage to ask you out 

He would probably avoid directly asking you but this is Dazai so he could defiantly figure out some round-about way to ask 

As for the relationship? 

He would still be his teasing self 

But he would tone it down 

Not because he doesn’t want to annoy you but more so because he actually lets some of his masks down when alone with you 

He defiantly is very clingy to you 

Man has been touch starved for a long time and he fears attachment too much to be touchy with the ADA members 

But now he has you, who not only tolerates him but has decided to stay with him? 

Of course he’s not going to let this chance slip from his grasp before all this inevitably ends (he’s still in denial) 

He never cared much for holidays like Christmas or Valentines 

But now he wants to experience them, with you 

He’s always thinking, plans and outcomes racing through his mind, what ifs and regrets  

But like, if you ruffle his hair, his brain just stops. 

Like no thoughts, he short circuits 

When his brain returned to him the first time it happened he panicked 

Like, who gave you that amount of control? 

After that first time he continued to try and get you to do it without asking 

He needed his brain to shut up every now and then, and now he has a reliable source 

Anyways, he likes to be a spoiled princess 

No one can change my mind 

For all his predictions he will never be able to predict your love and kindness for him 

CHUUYA 

Someone give this poor man a hug 

Ugh, my heart 

I can‘t imagine him wanting to date a normal citizen, too much of a risk 

So you’d probably have to work in the Mafia 

Even then, dating you would still be placing a huge target on you 

He would actually take you out on dates before asking you out 

Dates with him would be romantic 

Like dinner by candle light vibes 

He’d be strategic on where you guys sit 

No need to be precarious on what you order, it’s all on him 

When he does ask you out he would be slightly flustered but it just makes him adorable 

Say yes, he doesn’t deserve to be hurt any more 

He would spoil you to no end 

If you want it, you can have it 

You’re the only one allowed to call him short 

He might get flustered from PDA in the start but will gradually warm up to it 

Nothing clingy, just hand holding, a hand around your waist, a quick kiss here or there 

But if he sees some guy hitting on you? 

Down right possessive, arm snug around your waist, shoulder to shoulder 

And if he’s drunk? Even worse 

Like he’s pulling you onto his lap just to make sure that asshole knows your taken 

If you do work in the mafia with him, he likes going on easier missions with you 

And while he knows that you can handle yourself just fine, he can’t help but imagine something bad happening to you when he isn’t there to save you 

He’s lost too many people in his life, please, don’t leave him as well 

He loves when you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat 

And while you do that he’ll run his fingers through your hair 

Chuuya loves to spoil you rotten as I stated, it’s his love language 

So sometimes he’ll just hand you his black card and let you go shopping with friends or something 

In fact, he encourages you to buy what you want 

FYODOR 

Honestly? Where do I start with him? 

Like congratulations if you meet him and make it out alive 

I don’t know if I should congratulate him taking an interest in you though 

I feel like he believe that the interest he had in you was purely innocent curiosity 

But I also don’t think he would try to delude himself for as long as Dazai does 

Eventually he would notice that something was different about his interest for you than usual 

And while he would hesitate to put a name to it so quickly he would eventually give in after realizing there was no stoping this feeling from festering in him 

After coming to terms with his romantic? Feelings and interest in you he would definitely begin to manipulate you into feeling the same way for him 

If you don’t already that is 

If you don’t confess then he’ll definitely do the same thing Dazai did 

And when you agree, he of course knew you would, he makes you move in with him 

He can’t let his dearest other slip from his finger now can he? 

I feel like before ever getting into a relationship, you would have been made aware of his ‘work’  

Please, make sure the man eats 

And takes his iron pill 

Nikolai is getting a little tired of that daily routine despite how much he loves to be around Fyodor 

Anyways, dates aren’t a very common thing in fact, very, very rare 

I mean… what did you expect? 

Man’s a literal terrorist 

That being said, from time to time he’ll leave his ‘lair’ to spend time with you 

If you ask, he’ll gladly play the cello for you 

If he snaps at you for ‘bothering him with pointless things’ when you bring him his iron pill or food just listen 

Don’t bother him with such things 

And then same thing the next day 

And after some 4 or 5 days he’ll stumble from his room 

Staggering as he tries not to collapse or faint from both his lack of energy and his iron deficiency 

And when he walks into the kitchen trying to get the iron pill bottle open? 

Let him stumble his way over to you and ask for help before you finally do as such 

And he realizes just how dependent on you he’s become 

It’ll happen again eventually 

But as of that moment, it’ll at least be awhile before the cycle repeats 

(That last part of Fyodor’s was based upon some fanfic I read for him. I'm not sure who it was by, but I’ll tag it if and when I do find it.) 

A/N: anyways, believe it or not, I love Chuuya just as much as I do Fyodor and Dazai 

I’m just not as confident in his character. Since I’m a lot like Dazai, he comes easy to me and by substitute, Fyodor does as well 

But Chuuya? Despite him being one of my 5 favorites along with Dazai and Fyodor, I just don’t resonate personally enough with him to write him really well

Someone is falling in love [COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN]

sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.

tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.

some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.

reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.

some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.

it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.

this got longer than I expected, but I had the idea and I had to write it! I don't normally write child characters, but I like how this little universe is turning out

Chuuya x reader, reader and Chuuya have a child together, nickname 'angel' used

Divider by @/cafekitsune

"Chuu, why is Kiko carrying around a limited edition Pokémon plushie that's bigger than she is?" You lean against the study door frame, admiring the sight of your boyfriend at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He turns at the sound of your voice, a soft smile crossing his face.

He beckons you over, letting you slot between his legs and wrapping his arms around you, "Hey, angel. We missed you today."

You can't help but melt at his words, especially when he nuzzles into your tummy, hands resting on your lower back. You stroke a hand over ginger locks, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, "I missed you too. Now, answer my question. A Pikachu met me at the door instead of our daughter."

Honestly, the sight had been hilarious. A giant plushie, with two little legs sticking out of the bottom and two little hands clinging onto the yellow fabric. A bright, happy greeting from behind the plushie made your chest warm, as did the huge smile splitting Kiko's face when you relieved her of the giant toy.

Chuuya lets out a laugh, blue eyes shining with mirth, "We went out today, and you know Pikachu is her favourite. She was looking at it; what was I supposed to do?"

You can't fault him - not that you were in the first place. It's lucky for you both that Kiko doesn't have a penchant for evil, because those big eyes and squishy cheeks could convince you to do just about anything. Chuuya especially is physically incapable of refusing her anything, even if the only way she asks for it is by staring longingly. Clearly, that's what happened today.

"How did you even get it home?" You knew they were planning to use the subway, and you were pretty sure they wouldn't have gotten far with Kiko's new friend in tow.

Chuuya smirks up at you, "Being an executive has its perks."

You roll your eyes, "I don't think the boss expects you to use Port Mafia resources to transport giant plushies."

"Pretty sure he said our subordinates were at our disposal. Today, I needed help transporting precious cargo." Whether he was referring to the plushie, or to Kiko, you weren't sure. Probably both.

A rush of affection leads you to drop another kiss on his head, cradling the back of his head in one hand. Nobody ever expects Chuuya to be like this; soft, relaxed. It's a side of him precious few get to see, and you always consider it a privilege to be one of those allowed to sneak beneath the mask he wears for the rest of the world.

"Angel, you haven't been into our room yet, have you?" You narrow your eyes at his playful tone, and he just stares up at you, blue eyes big and 'innocent'. He keeps talking, and you can tell he's trying to hold back a smile.

Slowly, you come to a realisation, "You didn't ..."

The smile he's no longer able to hide says it all. You pull away from him and rush out of the room, hearing him laugh behind you. Moments later, you're standing in your bedroom, staring at a plushie the same size as Kiko's, except this one is your favourite Pokémon. You feel something bump into you, and you find Kiko behind you, still carrying her Pikachu.

"Mama, we got it special for you!" She's peeking out from behind her plushie, and she sounds so excited.

Chuuya appears behind her, resting a hand on her head, "She insisted that if she was getting one, Mama had to have one too."

Every time you think you can't love them more, they do something to prove you wrong. You remove the plushie from Kiko, placing it on the bed next to yours so you can lift her into your arms and snuggle her close, "Thank you, baby." You look at Chuuya, watching the two of you with such love that you swear you can see hearts, "Thanks to you too, Chuu."

"Anything for my girls." He steps closer, wrapping you up in his arms and you know he means every word.

I've never felt more understood

y'know, one thing i don't see get talked about much in regards to asexuality is how it feels to never be 'sexually motivated' by anything

and not just when it comes to advertisements using 'sexy' models to try and sell you stuff, but like. in general

sex as a favor, sex as a bribe, sex in exchange for whatever

casual sex, 'friends with benefits' situations, even simple flirting

it all looks a whole lot different from the perspective of someone who's immune to manipulation via sex appeal, who has virtually no understanding as to why sex would motivate someone to cheat on their partner, etc. etc.

sex is worthless to me

i mean, it's useful as a story element in fiction, but it genuinely perplexes me that sex is such a driving force behind so many aspects of irl society & of people's individual lives, for better or for worse

and that it's so deeply ingrained into how the average person views the world & various situations, because the average person feels sexual attraction, whereas i do not

i think the barrier between aces & allos is actually even deeper than it seems on the surface at times, because it's more than just the grating expectation that everyone must want to 'settle down' and have kids, it's also the fact that the majority of the world is sort of 'in' on a joke that aces will never truly be a part of

Wolfzai probably counted sheep

⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!reader

Chapter summery: right as you were making progress Henry's crazy ass friends have to ruin it.

Word count: 3,161

Estimated reading time: 14 mins

A/N: thank you for being patient with me

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Chapter 7

That stupid fucking bandaid

WA! WA! WA! WA!

You smacked your alarm clock off the bedside table with a groan. You didn’t want to get up. Your bed was so warm and cozy. Who the fuck even told the sun it was allowed to come up? They should fall into a hole to rot while maggots feast on their ears.. You groan and throw the covers off you. It was Friday. The school decided not to have the first week of school be an actual full week so students could get back to being used to school. You wake up killer and take him downstairs to feed him before you get ready. To your shock, Kevin was awake and at the kitchen counter drinking his coffee. He was never a morning person so seeing him awake this early was a treat. You nod him a ‘hello’ before getting the bag of killers food. As you are bending down to pour the food in the bowl, Kevin starts to talk.

“I heard you with someone last night.” He states.

You stiffen.

“Hmm?” Is the best reply you can give.

“After you were in the kitchen last night I heard 2 sets of footsteps go up the stairs, and I know it wasn’t the dog.” He blows on his coffee before taking another sip. He’s not angry. Just curious. “Who was it?” He asks.

You finish with the bag of food and put it up. “I don’t wanna tell you” you say softly. You know Kevin doesn't care for the Bowers after telling you to not only stay away from that pig cop but also Henry and his friends. Kevin’s eyes soften and he sets down his cup.

“You don’t have to tell me, as long as you promise that you were safe.”

“I can pinky promise” you giggle.

“Good,” he gives you a short hug. “Now go get ready. I’m taking you to school today.”

You beam. “Really!?” You ask excitedly.

“Yeah I got some errands to do for the shop, I’ll drop you off then pick you up and we can buy you some shit for school.”

You run up the stairs to get ready and he laughs. You brush your teeth and hair, put on your minimal makeup then get dressed. Because you wouldn’t be riding your bike today and it was still a little chilly, you put on a blue and green, flower designed, long bell sleeve top that ties in the front. For bottoms you paired the top with a long ankle length white skirt. You left your hair down and added some jewelry to feel sparkly. You threw on your shoes, got your bag and ran downstairs practically leaping off the last few to get to the bottom floor faster. Kevin who was waiting by the door guffawed at your theatrics and opens the front door for you. Today killer would be staying home because of the errands Kevin had to do. If you could take killer to school with you, you would.

You arrive to the school a few minutes later than you usually do which means everyone was also getting there. You saw where the losers were and pointed to them.

“Those are my friends. Right over there.”

He looks at them as he pulls up to the front.

“Why not invite them to the shop after school Monday? I’ll buy some food and y’all can hang out?” He proposed.

You feel giddy again. “I’d love that.” You give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the truck. You pull up your skirt a little a jog to the losers. Kevin speeds away in his truck, passing the entering trans am full of teenage boys as he exits the school parking lot. Belch notices him.

“What the fuck is that weird dude from the record shop doing in the school lot?” Belch wonders.

Patrick laughs“Ohh~ didn’t you hear. Him and his little assistant are” he thrusts his hips. “Involved.” They all laugh. Well. All but Henry. They don’t know about you like he does.

“Shut the fuck up” Henry growls.

The gang didn’t know what the fuck was up today. They knew his old man was probably pissed about the knife. And after Butch “got on him” about shit like that Henry was always in a bad mood, but this morning was different. He was irritated at everything, everyone said.

The gang pulls into the lot and get out. As they exit they take a Quick Look around. Patrick is the one to notice you talking to the losers by the front.

“Ohoho boys, why did no one tell us the new hottie was friends with the freaks?”

Henry immediately looks up to where Patrick is facing. And sure enough, there you are plain as day. You're laughing at something one of those freaks said and have your hand on your stomach. He didn’t tell the guys he saw you in the woods. He just said he went after Beverly and she got away. Now there was no hiding you from them, from him. He wasn’t going to change his behavior to the group because of you. If you were in it, you were gonna get the same treatment, no exceptions. That was, at least around others. Henry was in control of people by fear. If he was suddenly nice to the losers, no one would fear his as much as they should. Henry was dangerous, and it’s better if everyone knew that right out of the gate so they didn’t get themselves killed. You knew it, you just, for some reason…. Pushed it aside. That’s what confuses him.

You and the losers walked inside as the bell rung and went your separate ways. You saunter into Chem class and take your seat. Leaving the window seat for Henry. He went through the ringer last night. The least you can do is give him his seat. Henry walks in with that signature sour look on his face. He glances at you before sitting down in his seat. The teacher turns off the lights and begins to project a video onto the projector screen.

A few moments into the video you look at Henry. His eyes are out the window, you take something out of your bag and slide it over to him. He looks down at the table to see a brand new bruise cream and 2 more of that stupid fucking band aid. He looks at you but your eyes are on the screen. He takes the bandages and cream and stuff them in his pocket.

You still have a black eye. He feels a little bad about it. Even with a big ass bruise on your eye you look so pretty. He can’t believe you are so kind to him. He wonders what the fuck your motive is?

Class dismissed and you wave Henry a small goodbye and leave. Classes from then on were just plain old boring.

The lunch bell rings and you get your of class. As you exit you run into Mike. You had no idea his class was right beside yours. You go to him and lock arms, as you walk with him the 2 of you discuss this new video game he’s playing. It sounds like a genuinely fun game. At one point Mike says something funny and you can’t help but laugh. You were always like like with friends. You held their hands, you hugged them, maybe depending on the person you kissed them on the cheek. Why be friends with someone if you couldn’t be close? So far the losers didn’t seem to mind.

As you laugh at what Mike said you pass the Bowers gang. To be honest you really didn’t even see them. Henry and Belch were leaned up agains lockers as you passed while Patrick and Vic stood in front of them.

Patrick whistles at you and you turn, Mike keeps walking. He knows better.

“Hey pretty girl. Why not take a ride with me tonight? I’ll give you the time of your night.” He holds up a v with his fingers to his mouth and begins moving his tongue between it.

You cringe at him and give a fake ass smile.

“No thanks man. I appreciate the offer but I like my men mentally stable and preferably bathed” you blow him a kiss and jog to catch up with Mike, who looks like he’s trying to become invisible.

Patrick frowned at your retreating body while the boys laughed at him. Henry sure as fuck didn’t like what Patrick said. But it looks as though you can handle yourself in a verbal back and fourth with the psycho.

Patrick turns to the group and hits Belch upside the head for laughing.

“Did you fuckers see that? She was walking around with that fucking crack baby?!” Patrick pouts. He’s trying to egg Henry on. He knows for a fact that Henry hates Mike more than any of those other freaks. “She was walking with her arm in his! The bitch was all fuckibg over him” Patrick continues.

It worked.

Henry growled and hit his hand on the locked before pushing off it to walk outside. The gang follows him, So ready to have some fun.

They march through the front doors and look around. They see all of you riding your bikes toward the bridge. He focused on you. You were on the back of mikes bike. With your arms around his waist. Where the fuck was your bike? He stomps toward the parking lot and the boys sprint to follow. The gang piled into the trans am and Henry lit up a cigarette as belch pulled out of the spot and tried to exit the lot.

You were currently having the time of your life. All of you were laughing and swerving the streets like birds. Mike let you hitch a ride with him because he actually had back pegs and a longer seat. The group of you were giggling your heads off at nothing in particular when you hear a loud sound. The sound of an engine. The sound of an engine coming right at you.

You look behind you and yell in fear.

“BOWERS!!!”

All the other losers look behind them and try their hardest to speed out of the way before the trans am could hit them. Lucky for them. They were aiming for you. Not just you. Mostly Mike , you were just a 20 point bonus.

They swerve to try and hit you causing Mike to also swerve in fear and drop the bike. Both you and Mike fall and look up at the boys in the car. Henry stood out of the windoe and flicked his cigarette at the pair of you.

“STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING TOWN!!” He screamed before getting back in the care and speeding off. As they sped you could hear them laugh as they kicked up dust. You and Mike cough and hack while he stands to offer you a hand. You gladly take it and rise. The others run over to you.

“Are you guys okay?” Ben asks worriedly.

“Of fucking course they aren’t. Henry just tried to kill them. Then he dusted them with this poison mixed with homeless men’s possessions” Eddie replied before you could while he took a puff of his inhaler.

He was in fact always this on edge.

You dust yourself off and get ahold of your coughing.

“I’m fine” Mike says. “Are you?”

“Yeah…yeah I think so.” You tried to dust off your skirt but for now it was a lost cause. You’d have to wash it to get all the grime off. What a shame. You felt really pretty in this skirt too.

What was that about? You knew you and Henry wouldn’t be besties but you thought he would at least not try to kill you? He was so confusing. There must be something wrong with that boy. He didn’t seem to mind you in class and now he was yelling at you to “get out of his town”? What the fuck does that even mean? You didn’t know that what he yelled wasn’t for you. It was for Mike, it just so happened that you were hit with the cigarette making it seem directed at you. You weren’t burned though. Thank god.

You really didn’t know how much more of this you could take. This boys mood swings were too much.

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You wide mouth yawn and rub the tiredness out of your eyes. You swear, schools purposefully make the last class of the day the most boring. They want you to sleep and fail. Those heartless school administrative heathens!

You stand up to leave class as school is dismissed and see Richie, Eddie and Bill walking out of the parallel classroom. You run up to catch them. You walk next to Eddie and join the conversation. They nod you hello and continue speaking.

Eddie continues talking. “So there's like this church full of Jews right? And Stan has to take this super jewie test.”

Ah. They were talking about Stan’s late bar mitzvah. Stan’s dad was the Jewish priest or something. Crazy how he didn’t get it at 13. I guess his family pushed it aside until now. On his 16th birthday.

“But how’s it work?” Bill asks confused

Eddie raises his hands and answers “they slice the tip of his dick off.”

You snort. You wonder how Stanley will handle his Brit Milah at such a grown age. That’s gonna suck for him.

Richie comments, “but then Stan’ll have nothing left!” He looks at you, as if for you to agree.

“Wow what a real knee slapper, Rich. Really. So funny I forgot to laugh” you reply.

“So which is it doofus? A knee slapper or so funny you forgot to laugh? Can’t be both moron.” He shoots back at you in that signature Richie way.

“Hey guys wait up!” Stan yells before running up behind Bill and Eddie.

Curiosity takes over Bill and he finally asks Stan, “So Stan…w-w-what happens at bar mitzvah anyways? Eddie says they slice the tip of your d-d-d-dick off.”

You all turn a corner down a hallway towards the entrance.

“Yeah and I think the rabbi’s gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say “where’s the beef?!’” Richie remarks and all of you laugh. Stanley explains to y’all that he reads from the Torah, does a big speech, and ba-bam he’s officially a man.

“I could think of way funner things to do to become a man.” Richie says.

“Yeah. Like Eddie's mom.” You snort.

“Heyo!!” Richie shouts before reaching above everyone to high five you.

You all pass the Bowers gang in the exact spot they were for lunch and the boys all keep their heads down. You. On the other hand, were so disgustingly stubborn and refuse to bow your head. You walked with your fucking head up. If they didn’t like it they could suck your metaphorical dick.

After you pass them Richie turns to y’all. “Think they’ll give me todays notes?” He jokes. You think if he even approached them they’d whoop his ass.

You all turn again and go down the stairs. You walk with the boys to meet with the others and pick up their bikes. After retrieving their bikes you all walk to the front.

“How are you getting home with no bike today?” Ben asks sweetly.

“ Kevin is pickin me up today.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” Stanly meekly pauses. “Is he like.. your dad or something?”

“No. He’s just Kevin.” You laugh.

They all look at you funny. Clearly wanting more details. You huff.

“We were friends growing up, I had some issues back home and he allowed me to come and stay with him. End of story. There’s not much to it.”

“You're so lucky you get to live with a friend though. It must be a lot of fun.” Beverly smiles sadly.

‘Wonder what’s up with that?’ You think as you look at her sad face.

Unexpectedly Ben’s phone rings. Blasting a 1 direction song. Beverly told you he was a boy band fanatic. Now you really see what she means. You and Beverly look at each other while the song blasts. You take her hand and the 2 of you begin dancing like children and giggling your heads off. You 2 laugh while singing the lyrics and hopping around while the boys laugh and watch.

“Baby you light up my world like nobody else.

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,

You both jump and flip your hair to the song.. well… kinda flip it. More like frantically headbanging while laughing.

And when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell,

You don’t know-oh-oh! You don’t know your beautiful”

Ben’s face is a bright red from embarrassment but Beverly winks at him as the 2 of you goof around and now he’s pink for a completely different reason.

While the pair of you danced, neither of you knew of the group of boys watching you from the steps of the school.

Patrick whistles. “Would you look at that?” He gestured to you and Beverly. “Now there's a pair I wouldn’t Mind getting between. A hot girl sandwich sounds like my kinda night” he chuckled.

Henry’s resting bitch face was ever present as he watched you dance. He hated Patrick’s comments about you, but that didn’t mean he disagreed. He was a teenage boy. Nothing he could do about it. Nevertheless, whether he agreed or not, the comments themselves soured the fuck out of his mood. You were the “hot new ass” in town. And Henry was no better than any other man with a wandering eye.

You didn’t find yourself particularly gorgeous. You were pretty of course, but if you had to think of someone gorgeous, you’d pick Beverly. That’s why she was bullied by other girls. She was beautiful. Every boy wanted her. And you could see why. You truly believed that standing next to Beverly dimmed your light. Standing next to her on the street, boys would always look to her before you. At least that’s what you believed. You were by no means ugly. Quite the opposite actually. You just had a bad problem with comparing yourself to her. You loved but also envied her. You feel that if you weren’t the new girl no one would be anywhere near as interested in you as they were.

Now if you told all that to Henry, He’d think that’s just plain not true. He would never tell you how beautiful he thought you were and how much he loved your eyes, mouth, and skin, and smell. He was confused with what he thought of you. You pissed him off and he didn’t want to be friends or anything other than a dude you sit next to in class, but he also felt relaxed around you and could not deny that you were an attractive girl. But just because you find someone attractive doesn't mean you have to like them in any way.

Right?

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@amber-sekio update!♥️