Im just gonna say it : The over and unnecessary usage and exploitation of AAVE by white people (which white people LOVE to call “stan language”) is going to result in AAVE being considered as “cringey ” in a few years by popular humor accounts all over the social media and as a result most white people will stop using it bc they only care about AAVE to look “cool” or more “trendy” and gonna discard it from their vocabulary as soon as AAVE stops serving its purpose to them .
In a few years anyone using AAVE will be considered on the same level as anyone using “rawr xD” language by the same whites who are now enthusiastically peppering AAVE in all their internet persona and its the black people who will be either shamed into stopping using their language too as well or be considered “cringey” for using it as they used to be considered before it became “cool” to use AAVE.
So like, if you are not black and love using AAVE every single moment on the internet, you better not pull out the “Omfg i was sooo embarrassing when i used to use all that stan language haha i cant believe i used to say all these things on my stan twitter account on a daily basis omfg” shit a few years from now on and yall better NOT make or reblog any memes or jokes making fun of anyone for using AAVE in case it becomes “outdated” in popular culture bc AAVE isnt a fucking trend for people to latch onto whenever its convenient for them and throw away when it isnt.
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y’all (white ppl) should be supporting and advocating for bipoc all the time not just when we’re being violently targeted and it manages to make it to mainstream media. u can always be learning more i promise lmao and it should be a constant effort.
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~ A/N: I’m a bit nervous about posting here; I love writing but I’ve never written an imagine before. Hopefully you all like it, and feel free to let me know what you think and what you want to see!
Summary: You’ve always loved to read, and you weren’t going to let moving into the dorms separate you from your precious tomes! What you didn’t account for, was how the hell you were going to get everything upstairs. Luckily for you, a certain lightning bolt boy was ready and able to offer some help, and maybe get a date out of it too...
Reader is male, btw! Trans or cis isn’t specified, but I am a trans man myself so there will definitely be more trans male oriented content in the future!
Disclaimer: Most of the books mentioned here are English classics; I didn’t want to misrepresent any Japanese titles that I haven’t read. Thank you for your understanding!
You had never regretted your love of reading. It had been a constant in your life for as long as you could remember, and moving into the U.A. dorms wasn’t going to change that. When you woke up that morning, it had been with excitement at the thought of finally moving your books into your dorm. The past few days had been setting up the shelves, and now it was finally time to fill them.
What you didn’t ever think to consider was just how the hell you were going to get all the boxes to your room on the second floor, especially because the elevator was still getting fixed after a certain SOMEONE lost their temper once again.
Thanks Bakugo.
Getting the many boxes to the dorm building wasn’t too bad; you’d had the help of some of the other students of U.A. But none of them could stay, so the task of getting every box up the stairs and to your room, not to mention unpacked and organized, fell onto your shoulders. The sun was shining as of now, the air sweet with the promise of flowers blooming with the incoming spring, but if the forecast was to be believed and rain was on its way, then you needed to get it together and fast.
Before you could steel yourself to bend over and grab the first box, someone calling your name grabbed your attention.
“(Y/N)!” Kaminari was jogging to you with his ever present grin, boyish in its charm and more than enough to bring your own smile rising to the forefront. “What’s with all the boxes?”
At the reminder of your plight, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I brought some books from home-”
“Some?!” Kaminari’s eyes bulged as he looked around at the many boxes surrounding the entrance. Luckily no one had needed to get around you, but you wanted to get these books safe and sound before the rain started.
“Yes, some!” You scoffed. “What can I say, I have good taste and I didn’t want to leave them behind! I just...” You rubbed at your temple. You thought about asking your classmates, but you didn’t know where they were and something didn’t sit right with leaving your books out here while you ran to find someone.
“Did you text someone to help? How’d you even get all of these here?” Kaminari looked way too amused in the face of your frustration, though he raised his hands in placation when you turned your gaze onto him.
“My friends helped me get them here, but they didn’t stick around. And I...don’t have anyone else’s number.” That was a lie, completely and utterly, but you also refused to admit that the thought of texting had completely slipped your mind. it just wasn’t something you were willing to admit, especially to Kaminari who’d never let you live it down.
“Yikes.” Kaminari looked around at your situation one more time, before his eyes met yours once more. He seemed to be considering something, lips pursed in thought, until he finally gave a lazy shrug.
“I’ll help!”
Saying that you were taken aback was an understatement. “...You?”
Kaminari’s bright grin dropped, and you had a to bite back a snort. “Sorry, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that. Thank you, you’re the best!”
“Ah ah, don’t go singing my praises yet, pretty boy!” Kaminari kept talking, but your head was a little more focused on the pet name. Pretty boy, huh? No one had ever called you that before, and you...kinda liked it. Even though it threw you off balance, it was worth it for the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.
“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)! Don’t make me have to zap ya!” A hand waving in front of your face snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Hm?”
“Were you listening to me?”
“No.” With that, you picked up a box and headed inside, rolling your eyes fondly at Kaminari’s protests. Soon enough you heard him stomping behind you, muttering something about the box being filled with rocks instead of books.
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“So, Pride and Prejudice, huh?” Kaminari lifted the book with a raised brow.
You two had managed to get the last box inside just as the rain started, and both of you were exhausted to say the least. You didn’t want to keep him any longer, but he offered to unpack your books and you really could use the help.
You weren’t, however, going to take his shit. “Kaminari, I know for a fact that you like the classics just as much as I do.”
“Pfft, what? No way-”
“I know that you sit in the library every Friday before curfew to read in the little corner over in the history section. I sit there too sometimes, it’s very comfy.”
Kaminari sputtered for a moment, during which you took the time to load up your poor shelves with more literature. Listening to the usually confident boy sputter for a moment was a lovely soundtrack, though you silently prayed he didn’t short circuit. Your poor books couldn’t handle it.
“...S-So are you just stalking me or something? If you liked me that bad you could’ve just asked me out.” He chuckled, still slightly off-kilter. He hoped he was sounding at least somewhat flirty, but from the funny look you gave him, he wasn’t doing that good of a job.
“In your dreams, maybe.” You chuckled. “No offense, but I don’t think you’re my personal Mr. Darcy.”
“Mr. Rochester?”
You paused. “Is this your way of telling me you’re gonna lock me in the attic?”
Kaminari’s grin never dropped so fast, and you had to stifle a snort behind a hardcover.
“Come on, throw me a bone here (Y/N)!”
“I’m free tomorrow.”
Kaminari blinked, feeling his face heat ever so slightly. “H-Huh?”
“You wanted a bone, yes? I’m free tomorrow if you wanted to-”
“Yes!” Kaminari fist-pumped, already running through ideas in his head. “You won’t be disappointed, (Y/N)!” He sprinted out of the room, careful not to trip over or God forbid, step on any of your books.
“Kaminari, we’re not done-! And he’s gone.” You sighed, shaking your head fondly. Luckily you were almost done shelving, though it took you a bit longer than usual; your mind was a bit preoccupied with your date tomorrow.
