#and there just aren't many ''tall'' girls in their class

[buggachat]

anyone want to hear a fun fact. ok. here i go

girls noticeably shorter than marinette: sabrina, alix, mylene, rose

girls basically the same height as marinette: chloe, alya, kagami, lila, zoe

outlier: juleka. who is noticeably very tall compared to all other girls her age (and also, i think, older?)

basically, if you split the female characters of the show into "shorter", "taller", and "juleka", marinette is one of the taller girls her age

#this isn't to knock any headcanons btw. i just think people legitimately don't realize this? #TO BE FAIR. the ''taller'' group in this example is almost certainly meant to be the ''average height'' group #and there just aren't many ''tall'' girls in their class #but still. marinette is actually not noticeably short for her age in canon #sometimes i just think its funny when people rag on marinette for being short but like. alya is like a half inch taller than her at best #if marinette is short then EVERYONE is short #in canon anyways

[mysticficti0n]

hi bb, could you do a sad/fluff between 2023tom and his old school crush please but make it happy at the end? (but he's not with Heidi, just him and Bill are doing something like met gala or red carpet)

I know I haven't really given a great explication but you can write fucking amazingly so I don't think you'll struggle

love ya

okay this is such a cute idea! literally in love so ofc I'll do it!

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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Meant to meet again...

warnings- none

words- 1.2k

(also I am so so so so sorry Gustav and Georg aren't in this I couldn't think how to incorporate them but they're mentioned!)

Y/n stood on the carpet watching actors, actresses, models, musicians be snapped thousands of times, she'd interviewed over 20 people by this point but just kept getting the same old boring replies "oh were so lucky to be here" and the fake laughs, it's what you get being a interviewer- fakes

the sea of photographers seemed to switch direction, facing down to the entrance, Y/n walked forward from her place peering down the carpet and two tall, shaggy haired men stood there but she couldn't figure out who it was "BILL BILL! THIS WAY- TOM TURN THIS WAY TOM" it clicked- Bill and Tom Kaulitz. she'd forgotten about the twins from when they left school, she knew the twins so well back then, best friends really, sharing lessons together and always laughing and skipping lessons they didn't like, hiding in cupboards when teachers called their names down the halls

Y/n straightened her dress while seeing the twins climb the stairs and she couldn't help but get a giddy feeling as they walked towards her, they both looked so different to how she remembered- Bill had black spiky hair and Tom had dreads that he'd constantly mess with when he was bored in class "Hi!" Bill started coming into shot of the camera so that her team could start filming

"hey! How are you two?" she asked grabbing the pair microphones

"good good, you?" Tom had a look across his face the girl couldn't really understand but she smiled to him none the less

"very well- enjoying the night and speaking to everyone! so if you wouldn't mind I'll introduce you and ask only a few questions then let you go because I don't doubt theirs about 100 more people who'll want you after me!" she laughed to the two now men, not boys she used to know

"I've herd that a few times" Tom joked getting a shove from his brother "what! it was funny"

"okay ready to start?" she asked turning back to the two who nodded "okay- roll... Good evening everyone, I'm Y/n Y/l/n from CBQ News and tonight I'm here with Bill and Tom Kaulitz, how are you-"

"Oh my god! I knew it was you!" Tom had wide eyes and mouth agape looking to the girl, he knew he recognised her, her eyes, her nose, her smile, her everything he knew he knew it from somewhere

"holy sh- Y/n!" Bill covered his mouth as the girl laughed nodding "you look beautiful oh- I'm sorry were ruining the interview but we haven't seen you in like nearly 20 years!" he spoke to the camera then looking back to the girl

"I know you left school when I think- yeah I was 15 and you two had just turned 16" they nodded still staring at her, Tom couldn't help but remember what he thought of her all those years ago- Y/n was his school crush from when they were 7 to 17 years old, yes 17- though he never saw her when they left he still thought about her all the time and looked back on the picture the two took the day they we're leaving, she was smiling with her arms around his neck, hugging him. Sometimes he missed school- not the bullying or the stares but the times in class were they'd just burst out laughing until they felt sick "so- back onto the interview" she laughed "who're you two wearing tonight?"

the boys gave their answers, making remarks and laughing as they all watched someone fall up the stairs but Tom still couldn't get over Y/n, she looked even more gorgeous, her hair perfectly fitted to her face, her dress looked so good on her though it had been so long- his feeling were trickling back in "can I say, you look great Y/n- not even great, amazing tonight" a blush painted her face and Bill looked toward his brother, the memories came back of the nights him and Tom would be sat talking about if he was going to finally ask out Y/n but every year he made an excuse, he was planning on asking her to prom but they left before it happened and she ended up going alone, thats what Tom's friends said anways-but god does he wish he just took the plunge

"aw thank you! you two the first to actually say something about me tonight" a smile came across her face

"we'll they're arseholes, you're one of the best dressed here!" Bill laughed

"god you two stop its giving me an ego!, anyways thank you so much for this- its great seeing you again after so long" she and Bill met in a hug, he'd missed these, giving her a kiss on her cheek before Tom pulled her away into his arms, her hands went around his neck, his head resting on her shoulder and hers lay in his chest- just like the photo "thank you- its been amazing seeing you" she spoke to Tom quiet enough for the mic's not to pick it up, pulling away from the hug they still kept their arms on each other. Bill knew that Tom was probably going to be talking about this hug for the next week but he didn't mind- he knew what It meant to him

"I've missed you Y/n..." she nodded trying to hold the tears back, she didn't realise how nice it felt to be with them again and just being in their arms- especially Toms- would make her so emotional

"me too..." she breathed

"god you're going to make me cry- stop Y/n" Bill chuckled blinking up trying to discard the tears, Tom still stood with the girl unable to pull from her

"okay- hm, well you two- I hope you have an amazing night and maybe I'll see you in another 20 years?" the three laughed, but Tom wasn't about to wait another 20 years to see her again, he couldn't

"hope so!"

"aaannnd cut-" the camera man called and the three breathed, she took the mics back and thanked the pair again, when other interviewers realised that they'd finished Bill and Tom's name bounced around again

"have a good night guys, I wont hold you up anymore" she sadly grinned rubbing Bills shoulder feeling a weird pain in her chest- like she was saying good bye again

"ugh I'd much rather stay with you but, we both know what these things are like" Bill gave her one last hug, squeezing her tightly and saying thanks once more before he was dragged by someone she didn't even see but he was gone and only her and Tom stood there

"guess I need to say bye to you too hm?" the two shared a laugh

"yeah.. yeah" Tom couldn't let his nervousness get the best of him this time, he knew if he didn't say anything he'd regret if for how many more years went by before he saw her again "I- I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna grab drinks one of the nights? or even tonight if you can do you want to sit with us- Gustav and Georg will be at the after party thing- it's fine if not of course I'm guessing you've already got a table with some people and-" the guitarist rambled on making the girl infront of him giggle

"I'd love to go get drinks with you Tom- and also sit with you all tonight" he felt like he had gone back to being 16 for a second as the words left her mouth "so I'll meet you by the doors at say, 9?"

"Yeah 9 works, okay!- I better go so" he hugged her again pressing a kiss to the top of her head "bye!" she waved to the man who was smiling so widely it hurt

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz x reader #00s #2023 #tom kaulitz 2023 #georg listing #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz imagines #gustav schäfer #germany #met gala 2023 #tom kaulitz icons

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Crossed Paths (Pt.1)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: this is so random of me. Welcome to my new fixation, Farleigh Start from Saltburn. I wonder how long this story will last lol.

969 words is crazy i dont even write this much for my classes lol. it takes me days to get to 1000 words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Crossed Paths

“Mama, there is no need to worry about me. You don’t trust me?” Jordan says. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don't trust the rest of the world. You're my baby, and you’re leaving me. Going all the way across the world!” Monica, Jordan’s mom, exclaims.

“Ma, you know this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I have never left this country, and I get the chance to study at one of the oldest and most prestigious universities for free! There’s nothing to worry about,” Jordan explains, “Listen, I’m about to pull up to my apartment, or shall I say ‘flat’ as the Englishmen describe it. I’ll talk to you later. Goodnighhhht.”

“Goodnight, baby, I love you. Don’t go crazy over there now!” Monica hangs up.

Jordan gets out of her taxi and takes in her surroundings. University of Oxford, I can’t believe I made it. Jordan clumsily gathers her luggage from the taxi (It’s a lot of stuff) and walks towards the entrance to her accommodation. As she struggles to make sure none of her luggage falls, she accidentally bumps into a tall figure. 

“Fuck.”

“Oh shit, I am so sorry!” Jordan looks up and exclaims. She sees a tall, pretty, light-skinned man staring down at his now-stained shirt. He’s black, she thinks. “Yes, and so is my shirt,” the man says sarcastically. “Oh, I did not realize I said that out loud. I’m sorry again. I’m kind of struggling, and I guess I wasn't paying-” she tries to explain, “You’re American?” the man interrupts. “Um, yeah, I just got in today, if you can’t tell. I’m here for an exchange program,” she continued. “Not many of us here. Listen, don’t worry about the shirt. I hope to see you around, but I gotta be somewhere soon,” the man quickly says and walks off. 

“For sure,” Jordan trails off, saying before she looks at her bags, I guess I will take this up myself. “Ugh!” she groans.

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Jordan sits in her flat and looks at the now unpacked space. I did a great job. I think I'm gonna put a Texas flag on my wall, too. She slumps down on the couch and looks at the flyer on her coffee table. ‘Undergraduate Social! 5 PM,’ it reads. “I guess I can attempt to socialize,” Jordan looks down at her watch, “One hour to get ready, but I don’t have to be there at exactly 5 pm though,” Jordan thinks aloud. I wonder if I’ll see the man from earlier? 

After freshening up, Jordan gathered her keys and wallet and went to the social. She entered the student union and noticed it bustling with students and professors. While looking around, she subconsciously looks for the man she met earlier.  Not many black students, she notes. She takes the time to go up to different organization tables and gather information. As she moves from table to table, she feels a delicate hand tap her shoulder. Jordan turns around and notices a blonde girl standing in front of her. 

“Hello!” the blonde girl exclaims.

“Hello?” Jordan questions.

“Sorry for the abruptness, but I just wanted to introduce myself. You seemed lost. My name is Venetia, and I wanted to ask, are you American?”

“Uh yeah, I am. I’m from Texas, actually.” Jordan explains.

“That’s really cool. There aren't many Americans here. I do know another one, though, who just happens to be my cousin. Would you like to meet him?”

I do need friends, so it wouldn't hurt.

“I don’t mind that at all. Lead the way. Also, my name is Jordan, by the way.”

“What a lovely name. Follow me!” Venetia instructs. 

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“Boys, I would like you to meet Jordan! She’s American just like you, Farleigh!” Venetia exclaims

Jordan stares at the tall man. “Oh, we’ve met Vee. She’s the one who spilled tea on my shirt.” Farleigh explains with a stoic look on his face.

Jordan stares at her feet sheepishly, “Yeah, really sorry about that.”

Farleigh stared the girl down until he smirked, “I’m just playing; it wasn’t a big deal. It's nice to put a pretty name to a pretty face, though.”

He just called me pretty.

“Ignore Farleigh, he’s a little jokester. Aren’t you cousin?” Venetia teasingly asks as Farleigh rolls his eyes. “Anyway, this is my brother, Felix,” Venetia gestures to another tall, handsome man. Are all British men above 6 feet and handsome?

“Hello. Sorry for my sister practically dragging you over here,” Felix jokes.

“I did not drag her over here!” Venetia exclaims

“Haha, it’s okay. I need to put myself out there more honestly, don’t want to be alone during my time here.” Jordan reassures.

“How about I get your phone number?” Farleigh blurts out, he then corrects himself, “ How about we all get your number so we can continue hanging out more? Obviously, I don’t want to be the only American in the group.”

“I thought you would never ask,” Jordan pulls out her phone to notice it’s dead, “Oops, phone is dead. Let me just write it down.” There is no paper. “Can I see your hand?” Jordan asks Farleigh while taking out a pen. Jordan softly holds Farleigh’s hand and writes down her number, “You can pass this on to the rest of them,” Jordan smiles at Farleigh. 

“It was really nice meeting y'all, but I have to get ready for the first day, so I’ll see y'all later,” Jordan waves and walks off.

Oh my god, when did I get so bold?

The group looks at each other in astonishment as Jordan walks away. “Ooh, Farleigh, she gave you her number,” Venetia teases. “She gave it to all of us,” Farleigh defends himself. 

“She says y’all,” Felix points out. “That’s so Texas of her.” He jokes. 

#saltburn imagine #farleigh start #felix catton #venetia catton #oliver quick #farleigh imagine #farleigh x reader #farleigh start x reader

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC interview

Thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck here and @leahnardo-da-veggie here!

Rules: answer questions as one of your OCs!

This time, I think I'll go ahead and do Lexi!

Are you named after anyone?

“Not that I'm aware of. My parents just really liked the name Alexia. And honestly, I can't blame them! It's a good name. I mean, there are so many variants on the name Alexander. Like I could've gotten Alexandra but that seems a little...I dunno, much? Much. Alexis doesn't...feel right. For me, like, I think Alexandra and Alexis are fine names for people who aren't me. Regardless, I definitely prefer the name Lexi. Alexia feels a little awkward to be called on, like, a regular basis. Again, for me. I'm rambling. The point is, no, I don't think I'm named after anyone.”

When was the last time you cried?

“This morning. I couldn't find my pink pen. Yeah, I know it seems stupid and immature to cry over a pen, but, like, it wasn't like I was upset that my pen was missing, it was the fact that I was stressed over losing it because my pink pen is used to color-code my English assignments. And there's a lot of English assignments, y'know?”

Do you have kids?

“I am in middle school. Middle. Schoooool. Who's even thinking about romance? That'll come with time. Like, high school. And kids much later. Like, after college. I don't have to worry about that right now.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“I dunno. I don't have a record. Sometimes?”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“...everything? I dunno, I look at them, and I see them. The whole of them. Is this an attraction question? I already said I was in middle school! I guess height. Like if I look at them, it's either up, down, or straight ahead. Height.”

What’s your eye colour?

“My eyes are brown. Not much to say about them. They're pretty dark brown. My sister has bright blue eyes that really standout against her skin and hair. I'm not jealous, actually, it's just an observation. I happen to like my dark eyes!”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Happy endings, of course! I love a good happy ending. I mean, sad endings make me sad. Scary movies can have happy endings, I guess. This is a strange question haha. But happy endings.”

Any special talents?

“Well, I am first chair, first violin in my orchestra class! I think I'm a good leader. Usually take the lead on group projects. Um...oh, duh, I play the violin. And I also can organize stuff really well. Good color sense, I've been told. Uh, I gotta garden! It's small, but I wanted to have an out doorsy activity. Brings my anxiety down.”

Where were you born?

“Uh...here in Texas, I think. At least that's what I was told. *Gasp* There's a chance I was born in Alium! I need to ask my pia about that...”

Do you have any pets?

“No. I wouldn't mind one! A dog or a cat would be awesome. Maybe both!”

What sort of sports do you play?

“I don't actually play sports. There'd be a few issues to convince those in charge, anyways, to get me a different uniform. I have haphephobia - I don't like people touching me - and the more skin I show the higher the risk and my anxiety goes up more. So for now, no, we don't want to deal with that. I ride my bike sometimes. If I were to play a sport, it would be either volleyball or tennis, and definitely cheerleading - those girls are so nice!”

How tall are you?

“I am 5'1, meaning I'm about average for my age!”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“Oh! English! I like learning new words - I always have. Phonics may have been my favorite in elementary school! We don't do that a lot anymore, but we still learn a lot more about language. Also, may be biased because all my friends are in my class this year. Well, not all of them. Three of them. Mr. Flanagan also let us choose our groups at the beginning of the year, so I'm always with them!”

What is your dream job?

“I. Am in. Middle school. Why would I be thinking that far? *Sigh* I guess...I dunno, maybe journalism or counseling? I feel like that'd be fun.”

Other interviews: Wade, Jazlyn, Gwen

Other Lexi: OC in fifteen, OC in three, OC questionnaire, two truths and a lie, Picrew, blank bingo

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+ anyone else who'd like to play!

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Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

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Aizawa frowned at the villains. "The trespassing the other day was the work of these scumbags after all, huh?"

Your eyebrow shot up. The revelation sparking a memory that instantly transported you back to the chaotic stampede in the hallway just a few days ago.

If you weren't mistaken, after the alarm was signaled, it was only seconds before you found yourself bumping into an unknown figure.

...Could it be?...

"Where is he? I went through the trouble of bringing this whole crowd, too...All Might...The Symbol of Peace...And he's not here?" The blue haired man asked, his voice raspy and gravely. "I wonder if he'll come if we kill some kids?"

"They want All Might," you murmured to yourself, a sly smile playing on your lips hidden behind your hand, enjoying the growing tensions. "How utterly predictable."

Aizawa's signature weapon, Capturing Weapon, whipped into action. It unfurled with a metallic snap, defying gravity as it hovered menacingly beside him, charged with unseen energy. A crimson glow ignited in his eyes, piercing through the darkness of his goggles, and his unruly black hair bristled upwards like a wild animal's mane.

The students can only stare at the approaching villains in disbelief as their teacher activated his Erasure quirk, the transformation a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor with the present threat.

"What? Villains? No way...There's no way they could get into a hero school!" Kirishima exclaimed, his voice laced with worry.

Yaoyorozu, a tall teenage girl with a mature physique, echoed his concern. Her onyx eyes, sharp and intelligent, darted between the villains and Thirteen, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Yeah, Thirteen-sensei," she said, voicing her own question. "Why aren't the alarms going off? What about the trespasser sensors??"

Thirteen offered a helpless shrug, just as clueless as everyone else. "We have them, of course, but..." she trailed off, unsure on how to finish her sentence.

Todoroki's voice cut through the tension, calm and collected despite the chaos, cut through the tension. "Did they only appear here, or around the whole school?"

Internally, you scoffed. Here you all were, a small class of about 22 pre-hero students, squeezed between two actual heroes and surrounded by a sea of hundreds of villains. This wasn't the time for a fucking seminar!

Weren't these supposed future heroes supposed to have some kind of... instinct? Survival sense? Anything besides the urge to hold a strategy meeting while they were clearly outnumbered and outgunned?

You gritted your teeth, the hero-hopeful facade you usually maintained cracking around the edges.

This was insane.

"Either way, if the alarm sensors aren't being triggered, then one of these villains must have a quirk that's masking their presence," you interjected, voice coolly analytical. "They carefully chose this isolated facility as an entry point at a time when a class was being taught. They're fools for trespassing here, but they've thought this out. Whatever their plan is, their objective ends with the death of All Might."

"Thirteen, start the evacuation and try calling," Aizawa ordered, his voice firm. "These villains even had something to counteract the sensors. It's possible someone with radio-wave-type powers is interfering." He turned towards Kaminari. "Kaminari. You try contacting the school with your Quirk, too."

Kaminari blinked in surprise but nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Yes, sir!"

"What about you, sir? You can't fight them on your own! There's too many of them! Even if you can nullify their quirks, your fighting style's not suited for this!" Midoriya yelled, his voice laced with panic. "Your power works best in stealth and one-on-one fights after erasing the enemy's Quirk. That's not going to help with a group!"

For a moment, Aizawa glanced back at the panicking boy. "You can't be a hero with just one trick," he said before turning to his colleague. "I'll leave it to you, Thirteen." And with that, he was off, jumping down the staircase towards the approaching villains.

As the 1-A students ran, following Thirteen, you, however, remained rooted to the spot for a moment, your gaze glued to the unfolding scene. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of Aizawa effortlessly dismantling the villains, his movements a testament to his experience.

With a flick of his wrist, he dodged a villain's punch, using the momentum to sweep another off their feet. His capture weapon, scarf-like and dark, snaked out, wrapping around a third villain and yanking them close before they could unleash their quirk. It was like watching a dance, a deadly ballet where Aizawa dictated the steps.

A sudden yank on your wrist jolted you back to reality. Disgust flared in your gut, quickly followed by a wave of irritation and anger. How dare one of these lowlife-villains have the audacity to touch you? You whipped your head around, expecting to see a villain's face contorted with a menacing grin. Instead, you met the scowling gaze of none other than Bakugo.

Despite the initial shock, your body instantly relaxed at the sight of your "pet."

"The hell are you doing? Get moving, princess!" he barked, his voice laced with a thread of concern he wouldn't admit.

A brow rose, smile played on your lips upon realizing he'd bestowed a new nickname upon you—"Princess." Despite the rather pompous title, you couldn't help but find a hint of amusement in it as well as wonder where and when he'd come up with it.

You allowed him to pull you along, effortlessly matching his pace as you rejoined the fleeing group of Class 1-A students that were nearing the supposed safety of the exit.

Suddenly, the air shimmered and the same unsettling mist from before materialized, solidifying into the form of the portal villain they'd encountered earlier. Panicked gasps erupted from the students as everyone skidded to a halt.

His voice dripped with a chilling formality as he addressed the group. "There's no use of escape. I won't allow it." His glowing yellow eyes scanned the students, lingering on each face with a simmering contempt. "Despite the circumstances, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Kurogiri, and we are the League of Villains." He bowed slightly, the gesture incongruous with the dire situation.

"And while it may seem impolite of us," Kurogiri continued, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "we have taken the liberty of inviting ourselves into this haven of justice, U.A. High School..." He paused dramatically, letting the weight of his words hang heavy in the air.

"...with the sole purpose of having All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take his last breath."

The students erupted in a fresh wave of gasps, some teetering on the verge of hysteria.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Bakugo. His face was contorted with rage; his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth seemed ready to shatter. He radiated an aura of barely contained fury, his explosions crackling faintly around his clenched fists. His whole body vibrating with suppressed rage.

For a moment, you considered letting him stew and calm down. But a mischievous glint sparked in your eye.

Where was the fun in that?

With a playful smile tugging at your lips, you leaned closer to Bakugo. As if brushing away a stray speck of dust, you projected a forceful thought—"Get him!"—repeating it like a war chant in his mind.

The change is instantaneous—a relentless drumbeat that stoked the flames of Bakugo's already simmering anger.

His scowl deepened into a fearsome snarl, a low growl rumbling from his throat. Veins pulsed on his temples as the red in his eyes intensified, his anger reaching a feverish pitch. Kirishima, ever observant of his friend, leaned over with concern etched on his face. "Hey, BakuBro, you alright?"

You let out a barely audible tsk, your amusement momentarily dampened by the potential for Kirishima's intervention.

Without wasting another second, you seized the opportunity. Extending your focus, you targeted Kirishima as well. His normally carefree demeanor vanished as your quirk infiltrated his mind, replicating Bakugo's volatile state.

Kirishima's eyes widened, his signature shark-like grin replaced by a snarl mirroring Bakugo's.

Kurogiri, seemingly unfazed by the sudden range of emotions, continued, "I believe All Might should have been here. Has there been some kind of change? Ah, well, in the end, I suppose it doesn't matter. I still have a role to play—" He trailed off, preparing to act.

But before he could do anything, Bakugo and Kirishima launched themselves at him in a blur of fury. A colossal blast erupted from Bakugo's palms, engulfing the hallway in a cloud of dust. The other students flinched back, momentarily blinded by the explosion.

As the smoke slowly cleared, a tense silence descended upon the group.

"Did you consider that you'd get beaten by us before you did that?!" Kirishima snarled, his hands hardened into their usual crimson battle-ready state. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Bakugou, a united front of barely contained rage.

When the dust settled, the picture that emerged was far from the victory they'd hoped for. Kurogiri stood there, completely unharmed, a hint of amusement flickering within his gleaming eyes.

Not a single ember of Bakugou's attack seemed to have touched him.

"Oh dear," Kurogiri remarked in a voice that was surprisingly calm considering the situation, " that's dangerous. That's right. Even if you are students, you are excellent  'golden eggs.'" He scanned the group of young heroes-in-training, his words carrying a weight that sent shivers down their spines.

Thirteen's panickily screamed, "Move away, you two!" her voice laced with urgency.

But it was too late.

Kurogiri's form began to warp and expand, his misty figure growing taller and more menacing. His voice boomed with a newfound power, shaking the very foundation of the facility. "My job is to scatter you all... to your deaths!"

Panic erupted among the students.

Bakugo whirled around, his eyes locking with yours for a fleeting moment. A single word, "Y/N!" erupted from his lips, his voice laced with a raw fear he rarely displayed.

But before you could even react, before you could blink or utter a single sound, Kurogiri's form engulfed you all, a swirling vortex of dark mist that took up the entire hallway. The swirling mist tendrils snaked out, wrapping around each student in its cold embrace.

The last thing you saw was Bakugou's face, etched with worry and a futile attempt to grab your hand as the darkness swallowed you whole.

Then, nothing.

***it's just something about kurogiri being polite that makes me feral😔🤌🏾

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[buckrogers]

15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @steveybucky! 😘

Are you named after anyone? from what I'm told, my mother was going through a french phase and loved the name jacqueline so, here I be! though extra lore nobody asked for: because it's got so many letters, I typically go by jacqui unless it's a ~fancy official thing or I'm in trouble, hah

When was the last time you cried? it would probably be easier to ask me when I'm not crying (anxiety club cardholder)

Do you have kids? nada! I am not parental material, but I do enjoy being the fun cool aunt to three nephews

What sports do you play/have you played? uh, bench warmer if we're being literal about it I don't think I was ever picked for a team willingly a day in my life I am both short and require glasses to see anything long distance - but! I was more interested in drama and books anyway so y'know battles, pick 'em.

Do you use sarcasm? frequently and with flourish!

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I'm actually a big one for vibes, I tend to gravitate toward the folks who put out the chill, easy going vibes. I'm very cerebral by nature, I live in my head so anybody who wants or digs conversations is also a big drawcard for me, I dunno! I like nice people who are funny and a bit different and aren't terribly concerned about what the masses are doing (idk hashtag just aquarius things I suppose) but also - hands! love expressive talkers, love hands. People with big smiles and the ability to poke a bit of good natured fun at themselves and the craziness of the world.

What’s your eye color? blue!

Scary movies or happy endings? oh ya girl is a sap so give me a happy ending every time, although points if it's a scary movie with some sort of happy(ish) ending

Any talents? hm, I guess I can string a coherent sentence together! I used to really enjoy acting in drama class, does making people laugh count as a talent? I like making people feel good I suppose, I'm the biggest cheerleader for people I'm close with

Where were you born? ACT, Australia

What are your hobbies? reading, wasting hours on the internet, RPing, sometimes graphic design/website design (just for funsies), writing, cross stitch

Do you have any pets? I wish I did! can't really have them where I'm renting atm so I yearn and admire all the neighborhood cats

How tall are you? what is height? is it nice? 5'3 repping for the shorties club here

Favorite subject in school? we had a subject called literature which was my absolute jam since it meant spending time studying all my favorite authors

Dream job? well I always wanted to be a writer, or an actor possibly but my anxiety said lmao no to the latter and the former I suppose I am in the way everybody who writes is a writer, just y'know, not so much in the way that it pays my bills

do I even know 15 people stress free tag (this is just a list of people I think are neat):

@toniestank @obiwho @meidui @yourbuckies @sparkagrace @musette22 @somanywords @maplefiasco @cable-knit-sweater @voylitscope @vivelarevolution13 @fandomfluffandfuck @dharmasharks @rillils

#about me #jacqui rambles

[heyybaejjk]

MODERN AO'NUNG HCS — PT. 3

pairing. ao'nung x fem!reader

summary. human aonung hcs

warnings. none

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 2

Mans definitely is going for an ATAR course and for his HSC ‼️‼️

I feel like the main classes he chose are:

- Music

- Art

- Maths

- English Advanced (only because you prob do it)

- Marine Studies (cmon now fishlips)

- SLR, the only non-ATAR subject because it's more of a chill subject.

Hates math with passion, only chose it because you chose it.

If he isn't in one of your classes then he loves to leave class at least five minutes early to walk to your class and wait for you

Some teachers have caught him walking out, but it's the second term of school, they're already used to him doing this

Term 1: "Miss, what the fuck is that right behind you? Is that a spider?!" Ao'nung screams frantically, pointing behind the female teacher with his eyes widened and mouth gaped.

"What!? What is it!?" The teacher yells as she turns around to the white wall that faces her. An empty, blank wall painted with nothing. Confused, she turns back around and sees a tall figure run out the door.

Term 2: "Miss, there's a big ass fucking spider on your shoulder!" Ao'nung yells, a slender finger pointing to the teacher's shoulder. "Ao'nung, leave already," The teacher rolls her eyes as she was already used to his stupid tricks.

"Oh, okay." 🧍‍♀️

During the break, all people see is 👫

If you do food tech as one of your classes, bro's begging for you to save him some food that you made in class.

"I had theory instead of prac today, I'm sorry, Nung. I didn't make anything today, but I made lunch," you giggle as your boyfriend's heavy weight drops on your back, pulling you into a hug. His long ass arm wrapping around your shoulder. "That teacher of yours is a stank ass liar-"

A cough from the sideline erupts, causing you both to turn your heads. There, stood a mid-thirty-year-old man, tapping his foot aggressively, eyeing your boyfriend down. "What was that, Ao'nung?"

Let's say you got into a fight once...

You ate that shit up.

Having a fine ass man like him, people can't help but stare respectfully

Others.. not so much.

Others really can not take the hint, or even the answer no. Especially, and specifically, a girl in your class named Ray. Yes, the same girl from before. A few months after the incident of Ray texting your man, after multiple times blocking her, it seemed she didn't care after she made a new account. Her non-stop texts weren't harmful at all until she sent a rayraybae: I'm better than her in so many ways, just let me in your room and I can prove it ;) No doubt your man screenshotted it and sent it to you straight away! 🤣👏

The very next day, you rock up to her class and confront her, to which she just laughs in your face. Already prepared to hit, you put your hair into a tight ass fucking bun and tie your hood up, then proceeding to punch her square in the face. Turning into a whole fight where students walk in for class, only to whip out their phones to record.

Let's bffr, it's a high school fight. It either turns into a whole ass fucking brawl or a 1v5 or wtv. (I've seen it at my school personally or on Twitter so 🤞) For the sake of this, let's say no one jumps in.

Along the sideline, you can hear Ao'nung screaming "Yeah! Yeah! Get her ass!"

When you're finally pulled away by Ao'nung you both bolt out of the room and out the gates.

You both aren't big fans of skipping school, but today seemed like an exception.

this is so booty cheeks and so short, I'm so sorry 😭😭♥️♥️♥️ @yourstrulyyyyy

#avatar the way of water #aonung fanfiction #aonung #avatar twow #aonung fluff #aonung x reader #aonung x you #ao'nung

[harrysmimi]

New Student

Synopsis: One where YN bumps into a handsome dude at the party to only know how popular he is later

More of my work | Part Two is up

"Belle, you're coming with me or I'm going to this party myself!" YN told her roommate, who's also become her friend as she unpacked her stuff. She moved her flat with her friend.

"Why do you want to go to this party so bad? Let's stay in," Isabelle said.

"I haven't made any friends here and we don't even have any classes together, hell we aren't even in the same course!" YN whined plopping on her unmade bed face down.

"You're so dramatic," Isabelle laughed.

"You're so not a good friend. Please?"

"Fine we're going to the party, but I have a few errands to run I'll meet you there, send me the location." Isabelle grabbed her phone.

"Okay," YN nodded.

......................................................................

Everything was louder than YN thought it would be, it was nothing like frat parties she's seen on TV or in movies. It was her first time to a place like this, but it was the best way to make friends she thought.

As soon as she entered the house, her eardrums were brought to edge of bursting, further down the hall was filled with people. A table was surrounded in the corner with screaming and cheering people, other corners were filled with couples making out, or getting to do something which should be usually something private, some heading upstairs for privacy. The backyard seemed pretty chilled so she made her way through sweaty, drunk frats out. There she found two girls from her Accounting class.

Something of nervousness washed over her to even go and talk to them, she have only spoke to them a couple of times in class that was related to studies. YN decided to chicken out and turned out to leave and call Isabelle but she bumped into someone.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she stuttered and tried to leave but that person grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"Hey you alright?" His was deep and was carried with a thick accent, his words were laced with nothing but concern.

"Yeah, yeah I am, I am." YN nodded, scared of everything worse to happen to her, her only friend wasn't there too.

"You're all flustered and sweaty, come with me." He pointed out and dragged her to aside where there were barely any people which allowed fresh air to cool her down. She hadn't even realise jer face was all sweaty and her cheeks were damp with her tears. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I'm fine." She looked down all nervous, "Just, just that I'm not, I'm not fond of crowds. I, I, I just want to go."

"Hey, relax okay?" He handed her his solo cup.

"No, I, I don't drink."

"It's just water," he assured her but she has ready way too many articles and seen way too many documentaries where girls are offered drinks with some or many sorts of drugs and sold off.

"No, I, I don't want it." YN freed her hand from his grip and finally looked up at him, she thought her neck would have a sprain as to how tall he really stood in front of her. Think locks of long brown curls were free around his shoulders, the frown in between his brows made his green eyes look a ten times more intimidating. Her heart started palpitating in her chest making it even harder for her to breath.

"Look you're clearly about to have a full blown episode of panic attack," he set his cup down on the grass, "it's okay, it's okay."

"Eve — everything is, is closing on me, I can't, I can't breathe," she managed to sob out in between her gasps.

"Look at me," he grabbed her hand, "I want you point out everything you around yourself, okay, can y'do that for me?"

She looked at him again, he was now stood at a distance from her, "I, I see tree, there, there are people around me, no, no there are people around me!"

"Hey, hey focus on things around you mot people okay?" He assured her. "A tree, what else? C'mon love, I know you can do it."

"I, I see the house, fairy, fairy lights on, on the bushes," her breathing slowly started to steady out.

"You good now, love?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah," she stuttered, "don't, don't call me that."

"I'm Harry by the way," he introduced himself, "you're alone here?"

"No, no I'm here with my friend," YN said, which wasn't a lie but her friend wasn't there yet, and it was better to say she is not alone than to be taken advantage of.

"Okay, call them up to come and get you." He stood next to her with his arms folded over his chest. She just glanced at him as she pulled out her phone from her dress pocket and called her friends number with stuttering hands.

Harry just couldn't help but notice how pretty she is. He haven't gotten her name yet, but that's okay. He tried to remember where he have seen her mean while he couldn't over her eyes, yes she was crying, but she's got the prettiest eyes even with mascara marks cascading down her full of her cheeks. A pair of big glasses with a dainty frame perched up on the bridge of her nose. A baby pink summer dress with embroidered strawberries covered her small (well, in compare to him) frame, spaghetti straps of her dress did not help covering up her black bra straps.

Now, now Harry try and keep your mind out of the gutter!

She had her hair gathered up into a braid in the back with few pieces of her hair falling on her face. It's still a bit warm.

"No, no please come and get me here," she cried on the phone to her friend which caught his attention, "no, nothing happened. please?" She waited for a beat, "okay, okay." And which that she hung up.

"Is your friend coming to get you?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded stealing a few glances at him. "I, I need to go."

Before he can say anything further she fled the place.

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"Hey it's okay," Isabelle tried to console her friend who was sobbing in her pillow. "I didn't know you would panic like that."

"I know," she just sobbed, "this is why I can't make friends."

"Hey, come on, you have me." Belle said, "now stop crying, I was going to get pizza. You wanna join?"

"I'm not hungry," her voice was muffled by her pillow.

"Come on, love you haven't had your dinner yet. Let's go get something to eat, it's on me." She tried to convince her, "wherever you want to go, we can go to subway. You wanted to try right?"

"I can't order." YN sniffled turning onto her back.

"I can order for you, now come on, wash your face and come out I need to get my things."

"Okay," YN nodded and got out of her bed, washed up her face and took off her makeup which was left after her crying session. Isabelle took her to a pizza place and ordered for her like she said.

"By the way, who was that guy?" She asked.

"I don't know," YN shrugged taking a sip of her coke.

"You didn't even looked at him?" Her friend gasped.

"I was trying to breathe," YN defended herself.

"Mhmm, I'm sure he took your breath away. Was he that beautiful?" Isabelle said but YN just shook her head, "dude you gay something?"

YN giggled, "what? No, I did not look at him but he said his name is Harry."

"Harry?"

"Yeah, what's there to be so shocked about?" YN picked up her first pizza slice.

"Lemme ask the follow up questions." Isabelle gulped down her pizza, "was he tall?"

"I'm short so everyone is tall for me, so yeah."

"Did he hand long hair?"

"I'm pretty sure, yeah," YN nodded.

"Bitch you bumped into Harry Styles, and helped you through your panic attack? Amd offered you water?" YN knew her friend is dramatic, but she didn't know she was that dramatic. "Oh my god, I would have happily accepted poison from him."

"That's not right Belle!" YN smacked her arm, "what's with him?"

"He is our senior, most popular one on the campus." Isabelle said, "I cliche playboy, but he's so fucking genius, he is in your course but two years ahead of you."

"That's nice, he will get out of the campus this year." YN sighed of relief.

"What? That's rude to say, and he plays soccer, or I should say Football, he's from Manchester close by to where your dad lives."

"My dad lives in London." YN corrected her. "You know that,you lived next door to him."

"Yeah it's like five hour drive from there, but hear me out, he does not go around talking to anyone unless he wants to sleep with them." Isabelle ended her rant.

"But I bumped into him," YN said, "he did mot approach me, but he did pulled me to a side and helped me whilst I was having a panic attack, as you label it."

"Oh my god, he's got a crush on you. Definitely!" Isabelle gasped in her own concluded assumption, "if didn't had boyfriend, I would be so jealous of you."

YN scoffed, "I don't want that, I'm just here to study."

"Right," Isabelle rolled her eyes.

......................................................................

It was Monday morning, YN was waiting for her accounting professor to dismiss the class as she was getting late for work. She worked on campus at the college canteen and to be fair her boss was a bitch. She always sat closest to the door so she can flee the place as fast as she could. Amd that's what she did. Speed walking she bumped into someone again, dropped her book and pencil pouch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she bent down to pick up her stuff.

"You always keep bumping into people?" She heard very familiar voice which caught her attention making her look up at him.

"No," she shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards canteen.

"Then I'm just going to assume you don't look where you're going." He said earning a panicked death glare from her. "Just want you to be safe, love."

"Don't call me that, and, and leave me alone." She speed walked away from him. Her shift was just three hours a day, which went by very fast. Just when she was about to go to the back and head for her last class she was approached by another customer which was Isabelle.

"Hiya love," she said, "I need a coffee so bad!"

"One coffee coming right up," YN smiled, got her friend her coffee and her friend cookie. "It's on me."

"No lemme pay," Isabelle fished out her card.

"You got me pizza last night," YN stopped her.

"Okay, you done for the day?" She asked.

"Yeah, I've got another lecture to attend then I'm done." YN said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the library, I have to get this report done by midnight."

"Yeah," YN nodded and watched her friend just to be approached by another customer. It was that Harry guy.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asked. Usually she would introduce herself and make a sma talk but she did mot wanted to talk to him.

"Hiya, darling," he smiled. "I'll get a plain black coffee please," he said.

"Anything else?"

"The cookie you gave your friend." He shrugged and handed his card to her.

"Okay," she nodded and made his order real quick, she watched him put a five dollar bill in the tip jar before leaving.

After her last class, YN went to library to see her friend.

"I will take an hour more to complete this YN, but you can go back if you want." Isabelle said.

"No, I, I need to use one of the computer here too, I'll be done by the time you are." YN assured her friend.

She sat down at one of the library computer and did her work for one of her assignment and submitted it, printed one out to submit it the next day. It all took her not more than half and hour and her friend was still not done so she waited.

"Why don't you ask your dad to get you a computer?" Isabelle asked, "he pays for your tuition anyway."

"He does not, I got scholarship." YN corrected her, "he just paid for three months of my rent."

"Again, he should at least get you laptop. It wouldn't cost him much of what he spends on your half siblings." She rolled her eyes.

"I, I did ask him, he said he will send me some money to buy one." YN shrugged, "I don't like to bother him much."

"Come on, I've lived next door to your dad my whole life, his kids are little monsters. Like real demons, have you seen your fifteen year old half sister? She doesn't go out without anything Gucci?"

"It's okay with me," YN said, "they bother him doesn't mean I should too, you know?"

"Uh-huh, I do," Isabelle shook her head.

"I can get my work done just fine with the library computer." YN shrugged making an excuse, knowing very well that those computers are like four year old and need an upgrade real bad. And she is saving up to get one herself, it's nust that most her salary is eaten up by rent and food costs. "You want pasta for dinner?"

"If you're making, then I'm never going to turn down your desi version of pasta." Isabelle agreed.

YN laughed, "okay then I'll make my desi version of pasta."

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"Hello love," Harry greeted his unnamed friend who was coming out of her class all happy and bubbly looking in her phone. Her happiness quickly washed away looking up at him. "Good morning to you too," he smiled looking at her now grumpy face.

It's been about a month, Harry have figured she have her third lecture the same time as his. She would be the first, or at least few of the firsts to leave the lecture hall. He finds her very intriguing as she tried her best to avoid him. Today he headed to his next class.

"So, where are you with that girl?" Kacy asked.

"Which girl?" Harry said, eating his lunch.

"That girl you talk to every other day on the after your third lecture." Kacy helped his point out what she was actually talking about.

"Yeah, is she hard to get or something? You've never tried to talk anyone up like that," Niall said, stole from his girlfriend's lunch.

"Why would talk about her like that?" Harry shot him a deadpan look.

"Oh come on, she hardly talks to anyone, she's no one, she isn't even that great with studies." Beatrice said who was sat next to Harry. "She's in my accounting class, she never talks to anyone."

"She is very pretty I'm not going to lie," Kacy commented, Harry was trying hard not let his smile reach up to his face thinking right about what his friend said.

"Why don't you go talk to her then? Maybe she's gay too and would want to go out with someone like you?" Beatrice rolled her eyes.

"That's rude, Trice," Louis deadpanned, "you're talking about my sister here."

"Whatever," she rolled her wyes again.

"I'm done," Harry grabbed his things and stood up to leave. Beatrice found the opportunity and followed after him leaving her half eaten lunch on the table there. He wasn't feeling to attend his last lecture which wasn't that important either so he decided to head back to his flat.

"But, Belle, I was thinking to go today, I needed it to complete my assignment it's due midnight." He heard soft voice from the corner of the exit, "okay, I'll go to the library then, you take care of him, and call me if you, you need anything. No it's okay, it's okay we can go tomorrow yeah."

"Careful," Harry said when she almost bumped into him, yet again on her way to library like she said. His heart melted seeing her teary eyes, "you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," she nodded and tried to leave from the other side but he stopped her. "I have to go, can, can you please move?"

"Harry, wait!"

Harry sighed hearing his friend, "you're going to library right? Come with me then." He grabbed her hand lacing his fingers through hers and started walking out, on way to the longer route to library.

"I, I want to go to the library." She said, trying to free her hand from his gentle grip.

"We're going to library." He said and kept walking.

YN was quite surprised to learn another route to library but it was from back and all the computers were up front. Library was quite crowded today.

"You want to sit here?" Harry asked.

"No, I, I want to use computer." She answered, "I, I'll go there."

"You don't computer?" He asked, confused how she doesn't have her own computer. She just nodded in no. "Come on, have a seat you can use mine." He dropped her hand pulled out a chair for her.

"No, it's fine, thank you." She shook her head taking advantage of his hand not having a hold of her she stepped back.

"Those computers are like century old, this will be faster," he tried to convince her. He was right, that computer takes about a minute and half to load every little action and she needed to make a twenty five slide presentation in detail because she doesn't have to present it in class as it was a last minute thing assigned by her professor. Even Isabelle would have offered her, her laptop.

"Okay, thank you," she nodded and took up on his offer. Harry pulled out his MacBook and sat next to her.

"What you want to do?" He asked.

"I, I want to make a presentation." She shared, "I, I don't know how to use this." She have never used MacBook and the computers on campus run on windows.

"It's the same as the other computers." Harry said. "I'll help you if you need any."

"Oh, okay." She nodded again. She realised it was name thing it just looked a bit different with dark mode turned on. Harry watched as she pulled out her book with her entire assignment planned out, slide by slide, all she needed to do was type it out.

"I never got to ask your name by the way," Harry spoke his voice hushed, his elbow rested on the desk with his chin planted on the heel of his palm.

"YN," she said.

Finally, he's got a name to put to those pretty eyes of her.

"Why have you been avoiding me YN?" He asked, tried to keep up a conversation because he's got nothing to do, but all he got was just a simple shrug of her shoulders from YN. Harry sat there in silence and watched her complete her assignment, he didn't know what else to say.

His friends are right when they say he's bad at this stuff. Harry found relationships pretty distracting, all it was that he didn't know how to go through with stuff and be with someone. So he just always stuck to participating in hookup cultures where his friends were all in long term relationships. He'd hate to admit it but he really left out.

Through his two years of flirting and sleeping around with people, he's quite polished his flirting skill, but he didn't wanted to flirt with her. He doubts she would even know what flirting is, but never judge a book by it's cover, right? He would somehow try and figure out how to go ask someone on a proper date, or even try to take up many of offers from people who ask him out but with his playboy persona (who he have no one to blame but himself) it was a bit difficult. Not a bit, but really difficult.

"You're in first year right?" He asked, finally being proud of himself for thinking of something to talk about.

"Mhmm," she glanced at him once before she got to her work. "Thank you for helping me the other day."

"Mhmm," he nodded, happy that she's finally talking.

"Thank you for letting me use your laptop," she said after a beat.

"Have you got a list of thank yous?" He chuckled softly, she looked at him again and shook her head. "Aren't you friends with Beatrice?"

"I haven't got any friends yet." YN shrugged, "I just know Isabelle, that too because she lived next door to by dad before her and I moved here."

"Mhmm, I see," he sighed, "if you need any help you can ask me, yeah?"

"Thank you." She smiled, "I'm done with my assignment, can you please email it to me?"

"Sure," he emailed the file to him. "You should have submitted it as well."

"I will do that when I get back home with my phone." She said, "thank you again, you let me use your laptop even though you don't know me."

"Now I do." He smiled, his dimples denting deep in his cheeks. She just smiled and looked back her her notes tucking her loose hair behind her ear and packed her things back in her bag. He walked offered her out to the campus gate.

"Thank you again for letting me use your laptop," YN said, trying to keep up with his fast pace of walking, "I, I was going to get one today but my friend, she, she got to go see her boyfriend last minute as he got into accident."

"Really? Is he fine now?"

"I don't know," she shrugged clutching onto her tote tightly, "I really needed to complete that project today itself, thank you so much."

"You're so welcome, love, now stop thanking me." He chuckled.

"Yeah, okay," she nodded and looked down, "I, I should go now."

"Yeah, see ya around." He said. YN headed to the same direction he was going towards which caught him off guard, "you following me?" She paused and looked at him, a little scared and taken back.

"No, my flat is this way," she defended himself.

"I'm just playing," he chuckled, "want to walk together?" She just nodded.

Harry noticed she was out of breath, clutching onto her bag like her life depends on it trying to keep up with him so he slowed down his pace.

"I really like your bag by the way, where did you get it from?"

"My Dadi, I mean my grandma crocheted it for me." She shared, happily and proud. It was just a simple being tote bag with her initial on it, a teddy bear charm hung on one of the handles.

"I want one too, if she can make it for me." He requested, and watched her smile fade away in instance, "I'm sorry if that was too forward of me."

"No, no it's okay, you don't know." She shook her head, "she passed. Not to long ago."

"I'm sorry," he left bad.

"But she would have made one for you too," she assured him sniffling onto her tears which were coward enough to not leave her eyes this time.

"Yeah?" He smiled, "tell me about her."

Harry wouldn't lie he really enjoyed hearing her talk—or rant one can say—about how amazing her grandma was. He couldn't help but notice her flinch on every small noise distrubance on the street, especially fast cars and motorcycles passing by on the road. He subtly moved closer to the side closest to the street, she looked anxious of every little thing around her and that made his heart hurt. She stopped by building.

"Thank you walking me home," she said.

"You live here?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I live here too," he couldn't believe it, "I never saw you leaving or coming back."

"Isabelle and I moved here not even a month and half ago." YN shared. "Maybe that's why you didn't see us around."

"Mhmm I see, you live on the fourth floor?" He pushed the lift button.

"How do you know?" She seemed genuinely confused and shocked.

"Just a wild lil' guess," he shrugged, trying to hold back his laugh seeing her amusement, he stepped on the entrance of the lift so it won't shut and waited for YN to get in, he followed her right after. Watched her press number four he just stood there seeing her realise how his wild lil' guess was so accurate, she just chose to not acknowledge it.

"You want to go get coffee sometime?" He asked, finally, though it took everything in him to gather every mili gram of courage. She glanced up at him, a tiny bit confused.

"I don't drink coffee," she shook her head and looked ahead, watching the number on the digital screen go from two to three. "But thank you for offering."

He chuckled, "my pleasure," is all he could say.

He'd never found a rejection that adorable though.

......................................................................

It's been a good couple of weeks, or even a little couple of weeks. YN was seeing herself improve in her weak subjects really, her assignments were being submitted on time, she did not had to waste twice of time now on library computers. Like Isabelle had promised, she had gone to get a laptop with YN.

As for Harry, Isabelle have been on YN's nerves as she saw him walk her home the other day, asking all sorts of questions. She was enjoying it because she's got a personal beef with Beatrice who is trying her best to get with Harry from day one.

Isabelle was hanging out with YN in her balcony as both of them had their study session together, whilst her best friend gossiped about her family drama and she just listened. It was a secret that balcony next to hers was Harry's to her friend, well it was until Isabelle gasped her soul out, started slapping her friends knee.

"What?" YN whined looking up from her notes.

"Hello Harry," Isabelle smiled.

"Hello Isabelle," Harry smiled back, he rested his coffee mug on the small table on his balcony, he walked over to the closest side to YN's to lean over the railing. "Hello love." He greeted YN.

"Hi," YN looked at him over her shoulder. Just as Harry was about to start a conversation his phone started ringing in his room so he had to excuse himself.

"'Ello love," Isabelle teased, "he likes you, doesn't he? Have he asked you out yet? Have you two made out yet?"

"Oh my god, calm down Belle!" YN exclaimed, "no, no, that's not happening."

"Why? He's good looking, isn't like we thought he is, in fact he's very sweet and humble, you know how many girls would die to date him?" Isabelle laid out all the reason, "he walks home with you everyday, lives next door, if I were you I'd shoot my shot."

"No, no, I can't do that." YN shook her head and picked up her pen she just dropped.

"What's wrong with that?" Her friend pushed, "it's okay to date, you said he asked if you wanted to get coffee with him and you said you don't drink coffee? Yeah, he was asking you out."

"He was just being nice," YN sighed in denial and continued her work. "It's looked down upon where I'm from if a girl is going out with a guy, and he's white. My aunty would bury me alive."

"Babe, she kicked you out, you grandma was trying to marry you to your cousin, that's not normal." Isabelle said.

"I know, but I don't find it is right."

"You're gonna die single." Her friend rolled her eyes.

"I won't, I'll marry someone my dad chooses."

"It's not 1850s, arrange marriages isn't a thing anymore," Isabelle exclaimed, "you cannot marry a guy blindly your dad chooses for you!"

"Not blindly," YN shrugged confusedly.

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Winter was coming closer, which meant Christmas holiday was coming closer and she was so excited to spend that time back home with her dad. She was getting her work as fast as she could so she could leave the day her vacation starts.

Now she was just four when her dad had taken her back to India so she can live with her grandma and uncles as her step mother met every stereotypes of a step mother and did not wanted her there. It's not like her dad did not love her, he called her everyday and talked to her for however long she wanted, but that however long became an hour a day, and that hour a day became every other day, that every other day became once a week and that once a week become once a month to once every other month.

Her aunties were abusive of her, she never got to go to nice schools like all her cousins did, she never got to wear nice clothes like other kids even though her dad never wanted her to feel that way, he sent her many, many presents but her cousins were to hog all of that, when she started highschool her dad sent her two phones which was also hogged by her cousins. She never got to go out and play with the kids in her neighbourhood her aunties made her help them in house. All she did was tried her best to study without anyone's help and spend her time with her grandma who was the only person nice to her.

Yeah, it was sap story, she knows that. That's why she doesn't like to talk about it, especially when her dad had got her out of that house, now she's going to college in one of the most prestigious university.

Though her dad never believed her and thought she was lying just for him to take her back to London with him when she'd cry over phone to him, it was never too late to realise she wasn't.

Today she was alone at home, getting last of assignment sorted and looking for cheapest flights to London when she got a call from her dad she was waiting for.

"Hello, Baba?" She answered, and talked to him for long time. Her step mother never let him talk to her so he was calling her whilst he was on his night walk alone.

She shared really special bond with her father from the very first day, maybe because that's all she knew? She never knew her mum though. Up until she was four, it was her and her dad, but he met his now wife and everything did 180 for her. But she still loves her dad.

"No, I'm did eat my dinner yet," she shared with her dad when he enquired that.

"Why not beta, you have to eat so you have energy to study, right? Are you taking care of yourself right?" He said.

"I know, I know, I'm taking care of myself. I, I was just getting my work done before I come and see you for holidays?" She finally brought up the topic which made her forget she's a human and she needs to eat. The line on the other side went deal silent, "Hello, Baba you there?"

"Yes, uhhh, you, you don't have to come see me." Her dad stuttered, "I will come there to see you myself."

"When? Are you coming this holiday? I have my days off from two days!" She got excited.

"Not this time, but next time, yeah?" He tried to be as convincing as he could but she wasn't convinced, not even a tiny bit, "I'm, I'm going on a vacation with my family and as soon as I'm done there I'll straight be heading to States to come see you, okay?"

She tried to hold back her tears as they'd show through her voice, taking a deep breath a long pause, "okay. I, I need to go now, I'll talk to you later." With that she hung up on him.

Isn't she his family too? Why wouldn't he take her with him?

She's going to be all alone for whole month, Isabelle is going to her Boyfriend's parents' home this time. She has got to friends here except of her. Though she doesn't celebrate Christmas but she really looked forward to the holidays, her dad got her many presents just so she doesn't felt left out with all her friends who celebrated the holiday, they went out to have dinner to her choice of restaurant. She was just four but she remembered it all, that's what she got something happy to remember. She remembered they watched Matilda the year before he took her to live with her grandma. YN didn't realise she was sobbing, loudly with her head in her palm of her hands until she heard a familiar voice call for her.

"Hey YN, what's wrong love?" She looked up to find a concerned Harry stood in his balcony, he was in his Payjama still, grey sweats and a loose black Tshirt covered his form.

"I, I am good," she mumbled standing up and rushing inside her room, she forgot to close the door to her balcony as she wanted her room to be dark so she turned back around go shut it but she was shocked to see Harry there. "How—how did you get here?" She asked, scared thinking all the possibilities of how he might've got in.

"Doesn't matter," he dismissed her question, "what's wrong lovie, why are you crying so badly?"

"What—what's wrong? Nothing's wrong. I'm, I'm mot crying." She wiped her face with the sleeves of her jumper. Harry just sighed at her failed attempt of lying. He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand and made her sit ok the edge of her bed whilst he crouched in front of her.

"I know we aren't that good of friends. Yet. That doesn't mean you can't share anything with me, yeah?" His tone was soft yet there was usual rasp to his voice, he hand both their hands clasped together in her lap, "you want to talk about it?" She just looked down at their hands in her lap sniffling and shook her head in no. He'd never push her to her limits so he stopped there.

Few strands of hair fell onto her face, he carefully reached out to tuck those pieces of hair behind her ear, she flinched, tilting her head to her shoulder. "What's wrong love? It's just me." He assured her taking his hand back. "You want to talk about something else?" He suggested.

"No."

In about five months of knowing her it wasn't hard for Harry to come to terms that every little thing made her cry, it might be something happy or something sad, which isn't wrong. Especially if she's upset or sad. He hated to see tears in her eyes. He have no idea how to make her stop crying either, he just sat there watching her cry and sniffle.

"You did mot just climbed into my balcony from yours!" She panicked all of a sudden. "You could have hurt yourself or, or worse, you could have fallen down, for gods sake we-we live on fourth floor Harry!" She scolded once it hit her how he must have gotten in, again.

"Yeah, that was bad decision I made, but nothing happened." He made an excuse after admitting. He took a pause, "Mitch and I were going out to get dinner, come with us."

"I'm not, I'm mot hungry. Thank you." She shook her head.

"I'm not asking," he stood up to leave, "leaving by the main door." He padded down to the door of her bedroom, but stopped, "fifteen minutes." With that he walked out barefoot back to his flat, through the door this time not the balcony.

The rest of the evening was pretty nice. Mitch was a good friend of Harry's who got along with her very good. She wasn't expecting to go out of her room let alone go get dinner with her neighbour dudes, one of who is her college mate. Mitch had to go get his girlfriend from the airport so he left earlier than he planned to leave, Harry took the full advantage of the time and drove YN to a nice cafe so they have hot chocolate— he remembered she doesn't drink coffee.

"I'm sorry about getting into your flat— I mean appartment like that earlier." He spoke, setting her cup of hot chocolate right in front of her.

"I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself though." She said, "and you don't need to correct yourself, I'm technically British."

"I see," he smiled, dimples denting deep in his cheeks, "we've become really good friends recently, haven't we?" He pondered, looking at her sip her cup full of warm chocolaty goodness. It was quite an adorable sight seeing her glasses fog up when she blew at her hot drink.

"I know," she smiled and took off her fogged up glasses and set her cup down, "I thought I would never be able to make any friends here, given I've already finished my first term. And I don't know..."

"Why did you think that? You made friends with me." He was quite surprised.

"I didn't, you did." She corrected him, "I just don't know, I don't like to go up to people and start a conversation. I'm not very good at it. I know Isabelle from London she lived next door to my dad with her parents, we applied at same colleges and we got accepted here so I moved with her."

He nodded acknowledging everything she said, "I'm surprised you haven't picked up on accent if you're from London."

"I Never got to, I lived my grandmother from when I was four." She shared, just a tiny bit, "so I haven't got the chance to. How did you and Mitch meet?"

"He works at my dad's company here in New York." Harry shared, "been living with him for about three years now."

"Oh, that's nice." YN nodded. "He's very nice person."

"Isn't he?" Harry exclaimed, "you know what he's even an excellent guitar player, and I've been telling him that..." and he went on and on about one of his best friend.

By the end of his rant, they had two empty cups of which earlier contained hot chocolate he was quite surprised how patient she was with his slow talking, most people found him annoying, hell even his own sister found him annoying sometimes. But she looked tired and it was quarter past ten, the cafe was about to be closed anyway. He paid for the drink and they headed out.

"You look tired, sorry for keeping you out this late." Harry said.

"It's okay, it's just a little later than my bed time." She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to keep herself warm and probably tried her best not to yawn.

"Why were you crying earlier?" He asked just because it had been bugging him all evening okay!

"It was nothing. I thought I'd go back to my dad this vacation but he's going somewhere with his family, I mean my step mother and siblings." She shared, "I was a little upset but it's okay. He said he'll come see me next vacation," she said that more to herself than saying with the purpose of sharing with Harry.

"So you're not going home either?" Is what he enquired.

"Nope," she shook her head, "why?"

"I'm not either, I have my mum and dad come over this time. It's actually with my dad having some work here and mum is just coming to see me for two days then she'll be off with her own friends to New York City." He explained, " even Mitch is going to see Sarah's parents this time around. He's been shitting his pants thinking about it." YN just laughed at that.

"Sarah doesn't live here?" She enquired.

"Oh no, she's from Brighton, she's a drummer so she travels quite alot she's got a gig tomorrow after that she'll be taking my best friend with her." Harry explained. "Anyway, what do you think about ice skating?"

"I— I don't know, I've never been ice skating." She said, and he just nodded. They walked in silence for a quite a bit, Mitch had taken his car so they had no other option than to walk twenty minutes.

Just when he was about to comment something on the conversation, a drunk bastard who was coming down the pavement bumped into YN.

"Oi, look where you are walking twat!" Harry pulled YN closer to him and kept walking. "It's Christmas eve tomorrow, what are your plans?"

"Nothing," she said. "I have to go to work tomorrow in morning. Why?"

"I was going to bake my mum's ginger bread cookies, thought you'd want to join." He shared.

"You know how to bake?" YN was surprised.

"I worked at a bakery for two years." He bragged, proudly. "What you don't believe me? I'm actually an excellent Baker, if I weren't to take over after my dad in his business I'd start my own bakery."

"Mhmm," YN chuckled.

"You still don't believe me?" He squinted his eyes at her, "you're coming over tomorrow and watch me bake, maybe get the best ginger bread cookies in the world to eat."

"Okay," she nodded still mot believing him.

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Harry had gotten out all the ingredients to make his cookies, he was really adamant to prove he can make best cookies, he wanted to bake with her. He'd already gotten to make some when his mum came over but left in evening to go out with her friends. He just couldn't deny his mum when she offered to assist him.

This morning Isabelle had invited him and Mitch over to give them presents she got both of them and have morning tea and coffee before she had to leave. Harry had really made two more good friends apart from Mitch over past few months he is very grateful for.

But he found their Christmas tree set up very adorable, it was a small fake tree which he was sure isn't taller than a half a foot with with dainty lights all around it and some DIY fake presents underneath it is to make it appear like a real deal was kept on their coffee table. It was creative and adorable he found, of course because it was YN's idea as her and her best friend couldn't afford to get a decent sized tree. It was a fake tree Isabelle found at wallmart for very cheap and YN made mini fake presents to keep under it with some things she had laying around.

He was just waiting around when he heard some noise from next door, it was definitely YN but he was curious to see what she was doing and he's nosy he went out check on her to find her struggling to get a butt ton of delivery boxes inside.

"Oh god!" She mumbled falling down on her bum trying to lift a box which was half her size.

"Hey, you alright?" Harry chuckled.

"Not funny," she huffed getting up.

"You went ham on online shopping, huh?" He picked up the box she was struggling to get inside. She picked up the few smaller boxes.

"I did not order these," she was out of breath carrying what looked like a TV inside and keeping it on the sofa when her phone chimed in her bag, she dug it out after she was done getting all the stuff in. It was a text from her dad apologising for being able to go see her and promise of doing just that the first thing after New year's, these were just presents and stuff she had casually mentioned to him that he'd sent her.

"A mini fucking fridge!" She exclaimed taking Harry by surprise, he never expected her to be kind one to cuss.

She remembered that Isabelle and YN are getting another roommate, they have an extra room so they need both need their separate mini fridges to keep their food in because the mew girl is a nightmare but she pays her bills and rent on time. It was going to be very new getting groceries for only herself as her and her best friend got groceries together every week and shared with no problems at all.

"You've really gotten jnto Christmas spirit here, huh?" Harry chuckled seeing her so happy all of a sudden. After a short break of breather and removing every item from it's brown box, Harry helped her carry everything to her room. Luckily he haven't got the cookies in the oven yet. He watched as she placed every thing as she wants on it's place so she take her time to arrange everything whenever she wants. She placed the TV on her dresser, to set it up later.

"You want me to help you set that up?" He asked.

"It's fine, I'll do that later." She declined politely.

"You were struggling to lift that box up," he shook his head, "lemme help ya." He picked up the box with his one bare hand which she was struggling to lift up with both hands, given the fact LED TVs are fairly very lightweight. She looked at him embarrassedly as he set up her new TV.

"Oh, you want to watch The Office? I found it on Netflix last night and it's hilarious!" She shared excitedly.

"Never heard of that show, yeah I'll watch it with you," he nodded, lying, he knows the entire series from first word to the last. He was just surprised to see she had just found that show. "I'll bring the cookies."

"You baked them already?" Her eyes rounded out immediately, the emotion of upset laced with her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry love, mum came over so we baked together." He explained, "I'll bring them anyway, yeah? We can bake some sugar cookies tomorrow." With that he rushed over to his flat and brought all the cookies (red velvet, chocolate chip and ginger bread) he's made with his mum. By the time he was over she had put on the show on the TV. She was already on season 2, Episode 13 where Jim let's Michael take him on an very uncomfortable lunch at Hooters just so he doesn't tell his crush about his feelings.

"You did not make these," she loomed at him with squinty suspicious eyes looking at the cooking.

"I told you we're baking more cookies darlin'," he kept the Tupperware containers on her bed and made himself comfy by the headboard of her large twin sized bed.

Her room really screamed her personality to him, quiet and pretty. There was nothing much in her room, excluding the stuff she received today, a dark study table with a desk book shelf with her stuff arranged nicely on it, above it was a cork board witch jute strings tied around the width of it, few film pictures hung there with helf of coloured baby clips and a couple of certificates pined on it. On the left was an empty area where her laundry basket sat and next to that was her beige dresser. Her bed was soft, with cotton sheets printed with 3D looking flowers, and her chocolate brown duvet, twi bed side tables with ransoms jewellery kept in a dish, her closet with mirror doors.

Right in front of him she sat in her very worn out looking blue zip up jerkin which would literally gobble up her small form if it was a living object, especially with the hood on, he's seen her wear it around all the house (or mainly when he'd meet her on their respective balconies) all the time since it has started getting cold.

"You like 'em?" He asked watching her take a bite of the chocolate chip cookie.

"They're good," she nodded. "You're mum is amazing."

"Oh for god's sake," he breathed out a laugh, "I'll tell her about you praising her cookies."

They both finished the entire rest of the season in next three and half hours. It was nearly midnight and Harry was feeling jittery wanting to blurt out his feelings to her so bad.

"Hey YN?" He started, cleared his throat.

"Hmm?" She turned to him.

"I wanted to tell you something," he started. Her looking at him with all her attention made him a bit nervous.

"What?" She giggled finding his nervous fave funny.

"I'd probably ruin our friendship with this but urmm," he took a short moment, "I really like you, a lot actually. Like more than a friend. Just wanted to get this out of my chest, it's okay and I hope it doesn't change anything between us if you don't feel the same."

If Isabelle would be present there that moment, she'd be laughing her butt off bragging how right she was. That's that, but YN's been especially taken back by him really confessing his feelings for her like that. He's nice to her. Like very nice to her unlike other people who are in her life other than her dad and Isabelle.

She knew she'd got this issue—which she doesn't know jf it's good or bad—of attachment with every person who's nice to her. All of them have betrayed her, especially her friends growing up. Hell even her own father betrayed her leaving her back with her cruel aunties and uncles who'd abuse her mentally and emotionally, but he'd made up for it or at least trying to make up to her. It scared her to get to know people around her, even the thought of loosing her best friend, Isabelle scares her and Harry talking about having romantic feelings for her.

It was so new to her to feel that way. She did enjoyed every moment with him, he'd stay with her at the library after classes and wait for her finish up her projects or help her out in subjects she's not confident in. The other day he even stood upto her when Beatrice was talking shit about her. He'd taken her to see his other friends for the first time that day, whilst everyone was nice Beatrice wasn't having a good time around her. These were just two of many examples why he's third person (other being her dad and Isabelle) she feels safe to be around.

He is special to her, like how she remembers her grandma telling her about different relationships she's have with people around her. Her grandma was special to her in a different way, her dad is special one to her in a different way, Isabelle is special to her in a different way now so is Harry. But quite more specific than Isabelle is. She's had a fare shares of staring at him when he's speaking noticing the way his mouth moved with every syllable he spoke, or randomly giving him a coffee for free at the college canteen even though it would maybe get her in trouble. She'd even given deep thoughts to Isabelle's fire round of questions the first time Harry walked her home. He'd flirt with her subtly all chances he got but he knows his limits of course, even if he's in from of his friends or even her own best friend. Isabelle was kind enough to let the oblivious YN know he's flirting with her all the chances he get, since then his remarks haven't failed to make blood rush through her veins to her face. Did she really imagined going out with him, and maybe, just a tiny maybe kissing him, being with him like other people are with their person? Well, maybe...

It was so overwhelming that her vision started to blur up, tears pooled up in her eyes, which scared Harry.

"Hey, hey I'm really sorry if I said something that made you upset. Please don't cry love!" He cooed, his voice soft as he scooted closer to her and reached for her sweater paw, for the first time she did not flinched by his gesture of holding her hand like that. "I'm so, so sorry."

"No, no, it's—" she sucked in a breath before admitting, "—it's just overwhelming." He opted to wait for her speak up on her own without him having to dig out what was going on in her mind.

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know." She shrugged, "no one's every said that to me."

He didn't meant to shame her but he couldn't help the soft giggle which escape his lips, "you're crying 'cause I said I like you a lot? Well, that's the truth, you don't have to 'cause I don't mind saying it for however many times. only if you want me to."

She nodded and proceeded to boldly say, "I, I like you too." Her sniffles made him crack another smile.

"Yeah? Then why did you turn down me asking you out on date the first time?" He enquired, just to tease her in attempt to make her smile at least. Her eyes welled up with tears again.

"You were really asking me out on a date?" She mumbled in hushed voice, feeling guilty.

"Yeah," he said, "you want to still go out with me?"

"Mhmm," she jerkingly nodded her head.

"You're cute," he giggled and booped the tip of her nose before he proceeded to wipe her tears, "no more crying okay?"

"Okay," she nodded again.

"Think you should go to sleep then, yeah?" He suggested, "we'll bake more cookies tomorrow and go out, how does that sound, hm?"

"Good," she nodded in agreement and walked him to the door.

"Lock the door okay?" He said, "no actually shut the door and lock it, I'm not leaving until then."

The other day Isabelle was coming home late and YN had forgotten to lock the door, luckily nothing bad happened but it terrified Isabelle and even Harry when YN ranted to him all upset that her best friend was mad at her for such a small thing.

"No that's rude!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"No that's not!" He mocked her tone jokingly.

And she shut the door on his face, there you go Harry got what you fucking wanted!

He sighed and knocked on her door, "hey YN, open the door." He didn't hear anything, "please open the door love?"

"What do you want?" She opened the door back up annoyed clearly.

"What got you upset lile that?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I don't like it when someone mocks the way I talk, I—I have been made feel bad about it growing up. Sorry, I didn't meant to lash out like that."

"Can you delete the word sorry from you vocabulary for once? I'm sorry for making you upset, okay? That won't ever happen again." He cooed, "you want to talk about it?"

"Not now," she shook her head, grabbing onto the door knob.

"You know I was trying to get to stay for longer, but okay," he let out a long sad breath, his shoulders deflated. He is being dramatic and she knows.

"Harry!"

"YN," he leaned in closer, his eyes set on her.

"You're mocking me again," she pointed out.

"I'm not, I'm just admiring this pretty little face in front of me so I can dream of it tonight," Harry whispered. He noticed how her cheeks flushed in instant, how she licked her lips in nervousness and pushed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose.

God no!

He tries his best to just not kiss her oh-so-kissable lips, because that's extremely very wrong if she's not consenting and also he didn't wanted to come out at creepy.

"You want anything, Harry?" She asked grabbing his attention back.

"I dunno if I should ask jist yet," he said, a slight pout to his lips as he stared at her with puppy eyes. How can he look intimidating yet so adorable at the same time?

"Why so?" She asked confusedly, releasing the grip on the door knob just a bit to open the door slightly wider.

"I'll ask tomorrow, maybe, good night YN."

"Good night." She smiled. He took a step back and she closed the door and locked it knowing he won't budge from his place.

Guess he'll just to wait longer for the kiss after all.

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N O T E :

1. I'm sorry for a very late off schedule update, I've had my exams going on plus a very bad writers block.

2. Please do leave a feedback of how you like this one.

3. Sorry if this one sucked, it was written in semi hurry and had to cut it short so if you want to see more of this couple please do let me know. Also requests for any other troops are open, you can request for anything.

4. I'm so excited to see My Policeman!!!

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[creepedverse]

What do the regular townespeople in farnbury think of everyone in the gang?

Nico is the town's resident natural disaster, an unpredictable cherry bomb of a girl most people have a mind to keep their distance from. She's well known for being the singer at the bar, the dancer at the red room, the spitfire bitch. The older residents don't like her. In their eyes she's dangerous, an affront to the town's morality. She's violent, angry. Doesn't answer to anyone. The younger folks approach her with a morbid curiosity. It's like watching a car wreck slowed down, minutes before the collision. They're either in love with her, idolize her, or are terrified.

Tobin causes a lot of trouble, so they either don't know him at all, or think he's just a little shit. Some people might just chalk him up to be a troubled teen and give him the benefit of the doubt though

Tali doesn't talk to anyone. She doesn't like people. But she's very chatty and charming with the locals at the bar, they see her as a take-no-shit girl with an attitude that they can get behind

Bonnie is the 'resident granddaughter.' Her grandparents have been there for decades, and she'd visit very summer growing up. so the elderly love her, and everyone else finds her overly-awkward yet sweet... some of the local girls in her age range aren't too fond of her, though

Tommie is fairly elusive; the average townsperson doesn't really know he exists. Those that do only see him as a tall shadow stalking the city streets at odd hours.

Dia is very charming to everyone she meets, having honed those skills due to her connections to high society. Many of the old people in town adore how polite she is. So even if they don’t have much of an opinion on her as a person as she’s pretty new in town they appreciate her enthusiasm for prettying the town up with the murals she paints on some stores. Some folks are sceptic about as to why someone that’s obviously of a higher class than the rest of them decided to live in such a small town, especially when it means more driving or plane rides to continue her work.

scout grew up in farnbury and knows quite a few residents given how she grew up with them! but shes sickenly introverted and never leaves her room so most people don't know her or think much of her besides that she was weird when they knew her in middle school :P

Blythe has been the source of fear, intrigue, and annoyance to many. Blythe’s doll was donated by ancestors who had lived in Farnbury their whole lives. Once Blythe could, she possessed the doll to have a physical form once more! Ever since then, many around town have heard rumors and claims of her haunting powers, leaving many to scurry by the antique store fearfully, or catch curious glimpses of her. She had been frequently bought and then returned no more than two weeks later. However, there was a gap in her appearance in the store for three years, leaving many wondering where she had been for that stretch of time.

Shannon is looked at with general pity by the townspeople. Nobody is really knowing what exactly happened to her. When the incident happened, the press papers referred to her as "abandoned lone survivor". While many appreciate the way she sews and fixes peoples furniture, clothes, etc. shes still seen as a weirdo. Gossip questions usually ask where she came from, why her parents left poor little her in that hospital. She gets along with younger townsfolk during her shifts at the boba store though.

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[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 7

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

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The trip came to an end and you found yourself back at the dorms. After hearing the fight between the Kochou sisters and Shinazugawa, you thought about it a lot. He seemed so hurt back then. You still didn't know the other part of the story, maybe he did some bad things though. Well, you will most likely never know. There was also one more thing that crossed your mind many times. During the fight, Shinazugawa mentioned him being an orphan. That was some deep shit. In your eyes, he only looked more intimidating and somehow powerful. Achieving all that he had, while growing up with no parents and taking care of a brother. Damn, that man must be made out of stone.

All of that came back to you while you were getting dressed for the science fair. It was an annual party that your university held for all of its workers and students, as well as anybody who would be willing to come. They showed the biggest achievements of the previous year, some new projects, student work and so on. You felt like coming because Shinazugawa would be giving a free lecture.

After realising you may have a crush of your professor you felt kinda dumb but at the same time kinda good. It was just so nice, thinking about him, imagining scenarios and talking to him when you met him in the corridor or after lectures. No, you did not plan to hit on him, obviously. Yet, your small crush was not hurting anyone, was it?

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You found the class that Shinazugawa was supposed to give his lecture in. It was a big one with many seats and a huge blackboard. There was also a small exhibition with student work, mostly from Shinazugawas classes. Stepping closer to it, you spotted something familiar. It was your research, the additional one that you did some time ago. Reading through the text you reassured that it was, in fact, your piece of work. Looking around you spotted Shinazugawa looking at you. You pointed to the piece of paper, hanging on a board and grinned. He nodded your way with a small smile. The white haired man was just about to stand up from his seat when professor Rengoku came to him.

''What are you looking at, lady?'' You heard an unfamiliar voice behind you.

Turning around, you saw a tall man hovering upon you. He had a very classy suit that had many extravagant details about it. Some crystal looking things, red boots and fancy glasses chains. He had white hair, tied up in a ponytail.

''The work here.'' You spat out, not sure what to do.

''Hmm, I see.'' he hummed, looking at the piece of paper. ''And what's so interesting about it?''

''It's mine actually.'' You answered bluntly.

''Oh wow, how flamboyant.'' What?

Leaning over your shoulder, he took a look at your work.

''So your name is Y/N L/N? Truly pretty, suits a pretty girl like you.'' He grinned.

''Ah... thank you?'' Your voice didn't sound convincing.

''I guess, you're a student here, aren't you?''

''Yes.''

''What a pity, then asking you out for coffee gets slightly more extravagant. Yet, a sweet girl like you makes my doubts go away.'' He flashed you a smile.

''Ah...''

Meanwhile, Rengoku and Shinazugawa talked by the desk.

''See, I told you giving her more time would benefit.'' The blonde felt victorious.

''Yes, yes, you're always true. Now drop it'' Shinazugawa got annoyed.

''Did she come out that bad?''

''Why do you ask?''

''I've heard she was the only student that came to your field trip lecture. You two must have talked.''

''No, she was quite okay. A regular student.''

''Really, because you're glancing at her all the time. Usually, you would sit with your nose in your laptop.'' Rengoku wasn't convinced.

''What are you suggesting?''

''Nothing.'' The blonde waved his hands in front of his friend's angry face. ''Just so you know, it's nothing wrong. She's an adult, you're also one. She'll just have to take different classes, with some other professor.''

''Are you out of your mind?''

''No, I think I'm not.'' Rengoku shrugged. ''So if you're really not interested in her it won't bother you that Tengen is just talking with her, you know, his way.''

Shinazugawas head shot your way instantly, he didn't even think much about it.

''There you go.'' Rengoku sweatdropped.

''Shut up.'' With that, the white haired man stood up and went your way.

''So what do you think? Coffee later, maybe you could tell me something about that research, what motivated you to do it, how do you feel about it?'' The unknown man was still trying to pursue you.

''Tengen, cut the crap.'' Shinazugawas voice ringed in your ear as he reached you.

''Welcome professor.'' You greeted him happily.

''Hello, hello dear Shinazugawa.'' Tengen looked at him with a slick smile. ''How are you today?''

''Very good, I would be even better if I knew you were not hitting on my student, in my class, in front of everyone without any qualms.''

''Oh, okay mister grumpy.'' Tengen laughed. ''I'm just interested in our today's youth.''

''Of course. Miss L/N, don't treat this too seriously, he acts like that with every woman he meets.'' Shinazugawa turned your way.

''No need to worry, I'm sorry Mister Tengen but I was not actually considering your offer.'' You laughed awkwardly.

''Too bad, was this too sudden?'' He didn't drop the topic.

''No, it's just...'' You really wanted to end this part of the conversation and you had to think about something that would shut him for good. ''I'm already interested in someone else.''

''I see, then I must not ruin this, please forgive me.'' He made a funny, shocked look. ''I must leave now for my lecture, sorry to end such an interesting conversation in the middle, we may meet again at the university sometime. Adios.'' The man bowed before you and walked away, with that slick smile still plastered on his face.

Wait, was he a professor here? That was so weird! A professor just hit on you.

''Seriously, don't take it as anything special. He's... just like that all the time.'' Shinazugawa sighed.

''I get it, it was still weird though.'' You let out a small laugh. ''And kinda funny. Anyway, did you want something from me, professor?''

It struck the white haired, he didn't have any business for you. He just saw Tengen doing Tengen things and he didn't feel right knowing you were hit on by someone. Why did he do that? Why did he feel the urge to go and get Tengen off of you? Shit, he was doing weird things.

''Just wanted to tell you about the work that I posted here.'' He came up with an excuse.

''Oh, thank you so much. I appreciate it. It feels great to see that your work actually means something.'' You grinned, happy with yourself.

''That's true.''

Looking at the time, he excused himself and went back to his desk, the lecture was about to start. One thought clouded his mind and he couldn't stop to think about it.

You said that you were interested in someone already. Who was that? 

SERIES MASTERLIST

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut

[ep-10]

Danny Phantom Teacher AU

Full fic posted in AO3: Danny Phantom Teacher AU - Chapter 1 - EP10 - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]

And Fanfiction: Danny Phantom Teacher AU Chapter 1, a danny phantom fanfic | FanFiction

Chapter 4:

"Good morning, Mr. Fenton!" Madam Jones, one of the Math teachers and part-time counselor of Canterville school, greeted Danny with a smile.

"Good morning," replied Danny gleefully as he scanned his badge by the door outside the teachers' room.  "How are you today?"

"As usual. You know how bothersome things are. Some kids aren't performing well this semester because of the change in syllabus and new subjects introduced.  It'll take a while for them to get used to it. Otherwise, I'll have to request the education board to revise the new subjects."

Madam Jones proceeded to scan her badge after Danny. She was a senior teacher in this school for over 20 years. So, she was very familiar with the ins and outs of school happenings.

"And how's it going for you as the new teacher here, Mr. Fenton?" 

"Well, I encountered some troublemakers yesterday and managed to remediate just one problem." Danny opened and held the door to let her walk in, "After you."

"Thank you. Oh, was it about a couple of students fighting yesterday?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"News here spreads fast, dear. It won't be the last time you'll hear the students fighting in this school. It's been happening quite often compared to last year," she chuckled.

"Well, that's delightful to know," Danny remarked sarcastically. 

"It's just a matter of sorting it out peacefully. In any case, if you have any questions, you can always reach out."

"Oh yeah, I got one.  I just recently read an article online about a student here who got violently attacked about a month ago.  Is this true?"

Madam Jones hummed and tried to recall something in her mind. "Yeah, I know about that incident. It was a bizarre case."

"What exactly happened?"

"From what I remember, that student was said to have messed with some witchcraft or something. About a month ago, she was found bleeding and unconscious in the old abandoned school building. She's said to be hospitalized and still recovering. The police weren't able to find the culprit. There's no eyewitness or security footage to prove who attacked her. That poor girl refuses to talk to anyone after that incident. So, the case is unsolved." 

"That's tragic. Do you think the perpetrator could be someone outside the school?"

"Unlikely. There are security cameras outside the school compound. The school security had already reviewed the footage, and nobody was seen trespassing."

"So, it could likely be done by someone inside the school."

"Possibly, but we have no proof if the culprit is someone in the school either."

"Hmm, you mentioned we have an old abandoned school building...?"

"Yes, it's the building behind block C.  All entrances to that building are already blocked to prevent other students from accessing it."

"I see. Well, thanks for the info."

"Anytime. Oops, I need to go to the next class now.  I'll chat with you later," Madam Jones looked at her watch and quickly picked up her books.

"See you later."

He briefly waved as she walked out of the teachers' room. He then rubbed the back of his neck and thought, I should probably check out that place...

***

Recess just started, and Danny had a couple of hours of spare time before his next class started. He walked around to survey the old abandoned school building. The main entrance to the building and the ground-level windows were all boarded up. The walls were stained with mold, and the paint flaked and washed out. Several window panels shattered, and all windows had a layer of thick dust accumulated on the surface. Weeds, tall grasses, and poison ivies surrounding the building were overgrown, making it more difficult for anyone to access. 

Not for Danny. He had explored so many risky places that a simple abandoned building like this wouldn't deter him from entering. He looked around to ensure no one was watching, but he did not notice two pairs of eyes peeking behind the bush from a distance. Two girls from the senior class were watching him and wondering what he was doing.

"What's he doing at a place like this?" whispered one of the girls. "I hope he's not planning on doing something creepy. You know what happened a month ago in this place was messed up."

"Shh, look," The other girl pointed eagerly at him as he walked around the corner of the building until he disappeared from their peripheral vision behind the wall. "Let's get closer!"

As they carefully approached the corner, they were caught off guard by the overgrowth foliage and poison ivies blocking the pathway behind the building.  Danny was nowhere in sight.

"What the...?! Did he just walk right into the thick poison ivy bushes without a flinch?"

"Shit, we can't go around the other side of the building either. It's entirely infested with bugs and poison ivies. Let's leave. We'll catch him later," both girls groaned and decided to walk away.

***

Danny dusted off the cobwebs caught onto his sleeve after he got inside the building without much hassle. He found himself standing inside a dingy old classroom and began looking around the place.

Old desks and chairs were messily piled up in the corner. Some were broken and dented, while others seemed as if they got violently crushed by force. Graffiti was haphazardly written on the stained walls, and debris was scattered on the soiled floor. The board on the ceiling was torn with holes. There were even remains of a dried-up rat stuck in the vines that dangled through the windows. The whole place looked like it could crumble anytime soon if an Earthquake were to hit the area.

He walked out of the room and headed straight into a dark corridor. This area was not in any better state than the classroom that he just stepped out of.  Several broken glasses and moldy rubbish were lying on the floor. He had to be careful walking in this area. The further he walked down, the darker it got. It wasn't long before he felt a chill down his spine, and mist appeared on his breath. He froze in front of a door to another classroom. Something foreboding was inside. He could sense it.

He slowly opened the decaying door, and he had to be very cautious when entering the room. The temperature in the classroom instantly dipped.  His whole body shivered as he looked up at a pair of big glowing eyes staring down at him. It growled at him with a deep guttural sound. Whatever that thing was, it looked huge and inhuman. 

"A girl was attacked in this building last month. Are you the one who did it?" Danny spoke to it sternly.

It hissed momentarily before answering him, "She opened a portal for us using her witchcraft. Many had managed to escape through the portal. And as a token of gratitude, we got to break her so that she won't reveal it to her kind." A row of megalodon-sized glowing fangs, that stretched across its vein-filled face, emerged from the dark. 

Danny gasped. He knew natural ghost portals were a common sight in Amity Park, but this was the first time he heard about someone opening a portal using sorcery. If that portal was still active, he must seal it before any sinister ghosts kept coming through.

"Where is the portal, ghost!" Danny snapped at it.

"It's in my haunt, and I'm guarding it," it stretched its left deformed bulging arm and blocked a wall scribbled with incantation scripts.  Right in the center of the wall was a concentrated pool of swirling green ectoplasmic energy. He recognized that the thing behind the ghost was an active portal.

"You've defied the law of truce between this realm and the Ghost Zone. You've no right to stay in this realm. Now, hand it over before I decide to send you to the Ghost Zone Prison."

"It's mine! No one, not even the likes of you, shall take it away from me!" Its eyes glowed brighter with rage.

The temperature in the entire room plunged to freezing level. A thin layer of icy frost materialized on the wall surface in an instant.

"Not if I take over your haunt, big boy." Danny grinned menacingly at it.

#danny phantom #teacher au #teacher!danny #horror vibe

[neptoons1998]

Swimming lessons

2/3

Tag Gang: @xblackreader @somethingcleaverandwhitty @pantherheart @mal-urameshi

A/N: I forgot how noisy kids are lol.

Summary: Riri joins her swimming class and Attuma learns he likes MILF, to be more clearly Okoye.

Even though Attuma was a very large man, he loved being a swimming teacher to the young kids. Not only does he get his dauphine of the day but he makes sure all his kids learn swim safety.

So imagine his shock when his afternoon class all but called out because of flu was going around the nearest preschool. Attuma sighed, "I guess I can close early today."

"I hope we aren't too late," a voice causing Attuma to look over his shoulder. There stood the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She stood tall and confident as she held what seemed to be her daughter on her hip. The small girl wore a purple and blue swimsuit with a tight swim cap protecting her soft curls.

"umm," Attuma's voice weakened, "No no you're not late. Many of the kids got sick this week, so it'll be just us."

The woman smiled showing her white teeth, "Ah, a private lesson, isn't that nice Riri?"

The small girl nodded at her mother's statement. Riri looked at him as if sizing him up, "How tall are you?"

Attuma quirked up his eyebrows, "about 6'3 ft give or take."

Riri still looking at him with wonder, "Why are you teaching swimming lessons, you should teach something else."

"Yeah?" Attuma gave a amuesmuned smile, "Like what?"

"Umm like basketball," Riri said out loud, "Being a horse rider. You have to be tall for that."

Attuma's eyes gave a quick glance at Riri's mom who gave a chuck at her daughter's thoughts on his career plans. Attuma's heart started beating with the excitement of just hearing this woman's laugh. The swimming instructor wanted to hear it again for his whole lifetime.

"I'll have to keep that in mind when I want to change my career path," Attuma said. Riri nodded along thoughtfully like she knew how to improve Attuma's career.

"Yeah," Riri commented, "Ladies don't like deadbeats. That's why all the pretty ladies are Lebanese."

"Riri," Okoye called out to her, "Where did you learn that?"

"Aunite Ayo," Riri said, "That's what she always says when somebody thinks I'm her daughter."

Okoye quickly glanced at Riri's instructor. , "I'll have to talk to her about keeping certain things PG around you. And it's Lesbians, not the country."

"Oh," Riri said as her mother put her down. It's going to be a long swimming session, Okoye groan as she made her way to the bleachers.

#riri williams #ao3 #writing #attuma x okoye #fanfic #okoye x attuma #mama okoye and daughter riri #mama!okoye #daughter!riri

[miss-atena]

I was told I could request more so….

Can I have a funny Ruggie x Sapphix story, about Ruggie (or Sapphix, either one is fine lol) getting jealous over her hanging out with someone?

Like i dunno what else to ask except for maybe more sea kelp content 😭

STARES INTESIVELY AT YOU If u request Sea Kelp i will cry, ily beeeeee/p Also, hope u don't mind me taking inspo from that one drawing u did full of Sapphix and Ruggie stuff!

Ruggie Bucchi x Sapphix Laurentius - Jealousy

Sapphix was excited to come see this years VDC. She had come to the last years one, but due to how... torublesome, it was, she was afraid to attend to one of the musical performances again. However, even though left and right she had to give her autographs, she was happy to see so many interesting researches and artistic renditions of the world. And she had the company of her favorite Hyena, to make it even more fun. "Shihihi did'ya see the price those dumbasses are paying for those snacks? I could make them for half the price and it would be thrice as better." "Oh I bet it! I still remember when you made me those donuts, what did you even put on it to make them so tasty?" "Chef's secret. Buuuut every secret can be paid to be spread..." "Oh shush it!" As the duo (couple? who knew at this point!) made their way around the stands, they found the... Mountain Lovers club? What even is this? "Oh no..." Ruggie said before the tall teal haired boy gave his soft and lowkey condenscending smile at Sapphix and his Hyena almost-boyfriend.

"Hello there Sapphix-san, Ruggie-san. Would you care to hear about my research?" "Hell no, we were just going to-" "I want to! These mushrooms look so adorable, is it about them?" "Wha- Hey! He is gonna try shoving them on ya or something, i've seen Jade do that before." Jade put his hand to his chest, and looked almost hurt, though his tone didn't seem to share that same sentiment. "Your words wound me profusely, Ruggie-san. I was merely trying to explain the intricacies of this mushroom species I've so carefully and effortly cultivated myself." "Aww look Ruggie, it looks like it has a little veil on it! Let's hear it, pleeease? I'll pay you some food in return."

Ruggie mumbled and grumbled about not wanting to, but accepted nonetheless, he was actually hungry and wanted something fancy for once. "Thank you for your attention. My name is Jade Leech,, Junior from class 3-E, and I am the founder of the Mountain Lovers club. My research is solely based on the phallus Indusiatus, or Veiled Lady mushroom. You see these species [...]" Sapphix kept intringuinly looking at the examples Jade cultivated, and inquiring him about the little mushrooms, which only helped to sour Ruggie's mood even more. He wasn't really the jealous type, usually. He was pretty confident that he could do whatever he wanted if he wasn't caught, but with Sapphix it was different. He didn't want to steal from her, or do something that would hurt her. He actually, genuinely, liked to be around her and to hear her laugh and see how she would smile so cutely at him. Seeing all this attention, he is used to only seeing being given to him, given to someone else... It actually hurt.

Ruggie didn't even noticed that his ears and tail were droopy, and that he had instinctively gotten closer to Sapphix. It was like an instinct, protect the mate or whatever. One who noticed, however, is Jade, he looked at Ruggie and smiled "Would you have any questions about the mushrooms, Ruggie-san?" "No, Sapphiiiiiix can we go now, i'm starving in here hearing him ramble" His glare was clear as day, however Jade didn't retort at all. "I do believe I've finished my presentation. Hope you have a great date." "Oh, btu we aren't-" "Yeah, thanks, bye forever or whatever" ruggie pushed sapphix away into a fancy food stall, still with a pout on his lips. The girl was not dumb, and she had noticed his jealousy, but all she did now was get near him and hug him, making him all flustered. "Hey Hey! What's that for?!" "Consider this my revenge from you playing spelldrive with Vil's pupil instead of Going out shopping with me" "Wha-DO YOU MEAN EPEL? YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE?!!"

Ah yes my fave romance troupe: payback jealousy to the hyena boy. God I love ur ocs so much bee, hope u enjoy this!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #thanks for the request! #twst fanfic #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x oc #ruggie bucchi x sapphix laurentius #tena writing #beelloonn #dear moots <3

[armoricaroyalty]

15 OC Questions

1. Are you named after anyone?

JACQUES: Pretty much everyone in my family is named after someone else. One of my middle names, Salim, is after my grandfather, who died before I was born. VIVIENNE: I'm not named after anyone, but 'Vivienne' was the name my parents picked out to use if my older sibling was a girl.

2. When was the last time you cried?

JACQUES: I don't cry. VIVIENNE: That's not true. JACQUES: [emphatically] I don't cry. VIVIENNE: He cried at our wedding. JACQUES: I did not. VIVIENNE: He did. And when our son was born. JACQUES: She cries all the time. VIVIENNE: [laughs] I'm an emotional person.

3. Do you have kids?

JACQUES: Just one, but— VIVIENNE: I've got my hands full with baby Hugo! JACQUES: I'd like to have another baby. Or two. What do you think, darling? VIVIENNE: We'll see.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

VIVIENNE: That's not really my style... JACQUES: Nah, if she's being mean she just does it straight up. VIVIENNE: [laughs] Jacques! JACQUES: I love it, though. I wouldn't have it any other way.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

VIVIENNE: Oh, I don't know. Hair color? Eye color? You know, physical stuff. Things like that. JACQUES: I just try to size them up, if I could take them in a fight. VIVIENNE: [laughs] He's kidding. That's a joke. JACQUES: You don't know that.

6. What's your eye color?

JACQUES: We both have brown eyes. VIVIENNE: You're supposed to say my eyes are beautiful, babe. JACQUES: Her eyes are beautiful. VIVIENNE: Thank you.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

VIVIENNE: I love happy endings. We both do. JACQUES: [nods] She hates being scared.

8. Any special talents?

VIVIENNE: Jacques is an internationally-ranked alpine skier. He won medals in all the youth divisions. JACQUES: She used to sing.

9. Where were you born?

JACQUES: I was born at Breizh Medical Center, same as all my siblings. It's a royal tradition. VIVIENNE: I was born at home, in Nordienne, on the west coast.

10. What are your hobbies?

VIVIENNE: Isn't this the same question as before? JACQUES: Yeah. I ski, she sings.

11. Have you any pets?

VIVIENNE: [laughs] I'll let him answer that. JACQUES: We just adopted a kitten. We named it Frank, before we realized it was a girl. VIVIENNE: Now her name is Frankie.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

VIVIENNE: Not many people know this, but I was a champion kickballer, back in the day. JACQUES: Nobody wants to hear about that. VIVIENNE: [laughs] JACQUES: I started focusing on my skiing career pretty young, but before that, I did all kinds of stuff. I was a really big hockey player, but my parents said it was too violent. So they made me switch to non-contact sports, like swimming and skiing. But I was always better at skiing, so.

13. How tall are you?

JACQUES: I'm 6'2'' (188 cm) VIVIENNE: People think I'm short, but I'm not. I'm 5'7'' (170 cm). [laughs] He's a giant, he makes me look short!

14. Favorite subject in school?

VIVIENNE: I loved school. I loved all of my classes, but if I had to pick a favorite...history, maybe? Or literature. I loved chemistry, too, but I think that the humanities were always my best subject. I loved calc, too, but— JACQUES: My favorite subject was gym.

15. Dream job?

JACQUES: Professional athlete. It still might happen. VIVIENNE: I'm living it, aren't I? It's hard to imagine doing anything else.

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author's note: Sorry for the slow response...it occurred to me I could do this in-character, so it had to wait until it made sense in the narrative! I was tagged by @nilonne, @trhor, @bridgeportbritt, and @ardeney-sims.

I tag anyone who hasn't had the chance but still wants to participate!

#armorica story #chapter 2 #chapter 2 part 3 #social media #character: jacques st. fleur #character: vivienne meijer

[officiallyisagibrainrotted]

♡SweetGasoline♡.

Request:Can I request Oliver gas lighting a reader who's innocent.

⚠️Warning⚠️:Gaslighting,playboy,scumbag Oliver!,manipulation,(As chapters go by this list will get longer and more tense)

I'm sorry anon but I made this into a chaptered book!

Gaslighting is not cool!

Part 1/???

Playboy Oliver x reader

You were so happy to start your new school,You were nervous to. It's the middle of the semester and your going to a new university.

But making friends wasn't really hard for you,You don't like being around to many people so you'd choose a small handful.

So here you are In front of a new class with new faces. You didn't like being the center of attention so you shyly introduce yourself.

You told them your name and how your not from around here.You told them you've only been to Japan a few times.

Your new classmates adored you and your shy nature ,and they were quick to make you feel at home.

But one classmate adored you a little to much.He watches from the back of the classroom. A wicked grin on his face,As he plans how the next few months of love manipulation will turn out.

'So adorable,And small and innocent',yeah you're the definition of easy pray. Your kind was his type,so vulnerable and easy to manipulate,this is gonna be a piece of cake.

'This is gonna be to damn easy'. He tells himself as his tongue ran across his lips in satisfaction.

His friend sitting next to him noticed this and shook his head.

"I know that look".

"What look?".

''The look of a predator stalking its prey,Nah Lemme rephrase it,The look of Oliver Aiku sporting his next victim".

Oliver could only laugh at the name.

"You aiming for the new girl?''.

"Yeah,why wouldn't I take a shot,plus she not from around here,makes it 10× better".

He say as he continues to watch you talk to the other girls in the class

''Oliver,you down bad".

The first period went by smoothly,you got to know a few people. They were nice enough to direct you to your next class,you put your stuff down after bidding goodbye.

You had a couple minutes before class time starts so you quickly went to the restroom.

Just as you were finished washing your hands you headed out the door,only to be knocked over.

"You good?''. The voice of the person who knocked you over said as he extended his hand for you to take.

You gently take it,before this mystery man pulls you up.

You apologize to the man,Before looking up at him.

Your cheeks turn a very light pink when your met with a tall bulkie figure very light facial hair a lazy grin,shaggy hair with green tips and the most noticeable feature was his Heterochromia iridum eyes. They made you feel as if your on cloud 9.

"You know it's not nice to stare for to long".

Voice of the man you were admiring spoke.

"Your new here right?".

You simply nod your head.

"Well I'm Oliver Aiku,it's nice to meet you".

You stiffen slightly when you heard the name.

You became visible more shy which he noticed.

"Theres no need to be shy,I won't bite". 'Well not now at least'.

"A lot of my classmates told me I shouldn't interact with you".You said shyly trying not to sound mean.

Oliver takes a second,well this interferes with his plans but he's been around the block.

He smirks down at you,Before approaching you till you were back up against a wall.He leans down,till his face was inches away from yours,you could fell messy hair brush up against your forehead

Heterochromia iridum eyes fixated on yours,You got lost in them again.

''Aren't you the cutest thing up close, Don't worry about what others say , it's not nice to judge a book by it's cover'".

You looked him in the eye as you shyly tried to hide your face.

"Leave her alone Oliver''.

Oliver instenly puts his hands up in defense

"I'm just introducing myself". He says adding to his defense. Turning around to face this person who ruined his plans. A girl, who he's well familiar with.

"No the hell you weren't,you ass,". She snarled.

"Rough words Remi-chan,''.He said as he began to approach the girl. His voice is a as usual in a tease.

Till he was inches away from her face,His voice became low and toxic. "You never used to talk to me like that, do I need to teach you something and I saw you talking to (guys name)earlier. I never gave you permission to do that".

And don't try anything with the new girl over here,cause you know that I would expose your dirty little secrets. Now,Remi-chan!". His voice was now back to it's flirty tone."You should get going class is about to start".

She looks at him shocked as her face turns red with anger and embarrassment.

Her eyes moved over to you and shook her head before quickly leaving the scene.

He smirks to himself and turns his attention back to you.

"Don't worry about her,crazy ex-girlfriend,but anyway I'd love to spend more time with you,buuut I gotta get class and so do you". He said as he lift his hand to gently runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

You didn't bother pulling away,but once again you got caught in those eyes of his.

Your cheeks turn red as you nod your head. He laughs at your obliviousness and released his light grip. Before leaving you and disappearing down the hall.Not without giving you his signature grin.

It was your first day and your already late to second period, The good girl side of you would have been panicking and would try and find an excuse to avoid getting in trouble.

But your mind was all clogged up with a certain man you just fricken met.

You made it to class after the little episode in the hallway.

Your teacher told you it's fine since your new but it shouldn't happen again.

You took your seat and tried to act normal, but your mind couldn't comprehend the word 'focus'.

The other females in your class noticed your dazed look, A look that are all familiar with,they've seen this look hundreds of times.

''I know that look''.

''Yup Oliver Aiku's next victim (y/n) (l/n)''.

Whispers through out the classroom could be heard, But your were oblivious it, that and the lecture of your teacher the annoying sound of the chock hitting the board didn't faze you either.

He put a spell on you.

When the bell rang meaning it was the end of second period and finally time for lunch.

You got your lunch and looked around the large cafeteria for the girls you were hanging with.

But a arm was thrown around your shoulder. The familiar sent of colon hits your noes.

"Wanna sit with me New Girl?" .

"I-"

"Nope she gonna be sitting with us". A female voice came in. As she pulls you away form the male.

Not even sparing him a second glance before walking way with you.

"Don't be like that,I'm just trying to get to know her". He jokes as he begins to trail after the two.

''Well your definition of 'getting to know' is different from mine. And the teacher asked me to look after her, Your the last person she need to be with right now".

"ouch,that hurts, but I'll catch you later New Girl,when your little guard dog isn't around".

He teased as he walks away towards his group of friends.

"(Y/n) stay away from him, trust me he's bad news".

"I will''.

That was a complete lie,You already feel to deep when you two met in the hallway.

Even though it was just a few minutes, he managed to weasel his way into your innocent brain with his charm.

And he knows as well,that your just holding back cause everyone else tells you to stay away from him.

But he has a few tricks up his sleeves for the annoying obstacles that keeps him from achieving his goal.

You know, just the basic stuff like blackmailing, dirty little secrets, people that'll obey his ever command, possible getting someone expelled for sticking their nose where it doesn't belong.

Yeah the basic stuff .

"Get ready (Y/n) (L/n), You're officially my new play thing to add to my collection".

Okie dokie that's done finally

REBLOGS are highly appreciated 👍

Request are open at the moment.

Tomorrow or Saturday possibly Sunday Lavinho x Tsundere reader will drop.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock kunigami #blue lock isagi #blue lock sae #blue lock rin #blue lock shidou #blue lock baro #bllk #blue lock oliver #blue lock oliver x reader #blue lock oliver aiku x reader #blue lock oliver x female reader #blue lock aiku x reader #bllk toxic #toxic blue lock x reader #gaslighting blue lock

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time for me to ramble even more

Time for my annual rambling session.I have so many ideas for this au that I feel the need to share them.Alright here we go.

Goldi & Death become...friends?-Goldi and Death are two people that many would never have expected to become friends.Death is cold,persistent and serious.And isn't too bright on social cues or understanding others yet excels in certain academic subjects. Goldi is fierce and determined who wants to be "just right".

Her grades aren't the best but is surprisingly popular with the other student to the point where she became friends with Death's sister Aurora aka Vida and Kitty Softpaws,the most popular girls in the school.But it's through a personal and meaningful chat with each other that they realize they're not that different from each other.A friendship is born from there.

Death meets the three diablos-One day for a study session with Puss,our lovely tall wolf gentleman meets the three younger siblings of Puss in boots:The three diablos,Perla the leader and the heart of the group,Gonzalo,the troublemaker of the group and the mini version of Puss,and Sir Timoteo Montenegro III,the yesman of the group and is easily distracted.

The interaction goes like this:

Perla:Who's your friend,Puss?

Puss:He's my um,acquaintance.

Gonazalo:What does that mean?

Perla:It means friend,you dummy.

Gonzalo:I'm not a dummy!

Perla:Yes,you are not!

Gonzalo:No,I'm not!*insert angry kitten fighting.Timmy is dragged into the fight.Puss questions his sanity while Death looks on in amusement.

Goldi may or may not have a crush on the new girl-Recently a girl by the name of 'Red' transferred to the school.Standing at the height of 6'2,with dark skin and curly hair,a red cloak,with black lipstick and pretty amber eyes,Red is certainly an interesting one.Goldi first met her in chemistry before class started and the two quickly got off on a good start.As the two got to know eachother even more,Goldi may or may not be developing a crush on this very pretty and very tall girl.

Kitty and Vida are definitely not trying to get them together,first Puss and Death and now Goldi and Red! Welp,then let's get these two gay disasters get together with their respective closeted bi/pan diasters.

Thank you for coming to my annual Ted Talk rambling.I will see you next time

#puss in boots fire on fire #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots 2 #puss in boots au #puss in boots #i ramble #more and more rambles from me #lobo puss in boots #wolf puss in boots #death puss in boots #kitty softpaws #goldilocks and the three bears #puss in boots goldilocks #goldilocks puss in boots #the three diablos