#Probably wouldn't have hated the all girl's school so much if it weren't for the bitches there

[skullvgirl]

a strange dream | barou

incl. barou 🎀 ( he would kill me )

warnings. completely sfw, fluff, school!au, fem reader, very much ooc, slow burn

an's. i missed him so much i had to revisit

BAROU probably hasnt got any interest in you before your relationship, not in a bad way but lets be honest—he's a soccer addict, he definitely wouldn't notice you until well, he did.

you're both sitting in math class (which did i mention had one hell of alot of students) and someone from the other side of the room asks to pass a note to you, rumor has it they've got a crush.

eventually the note ends up in the large hands of Barou Shouei and he's of course expected to pass it along to you but doesn't see anyone ahead of him expecting to receive it from him. he's confused—who the hell was yn ?

its his bad—he really wasnt to familiar with anything not soccer related.

he looked around, then finally decided to give the piece of paper back to the person he got it from—whoever that was.

you look at barou confused, so the paper was for you? you had originally gave it too him because you weren't sure if the people mumbling in the back of the classroom were really talking about you or not.

you opened your mouth to whisper-yell at him, but he wasn't paying attention to you anymore, his eyes trained on the teacher once again.

you uncrumpled the paper, trying to be as quiet as possible in the dead silence, but with no luck.

"yn?!"

shit

"yes miss?", you hid the paper under the desk, trying not to make eye contact with the 28 other students that had eyes on you.

"care to share with the class whats so important that you need to be passing notes in my class?"

fuck

reason #1 why you really hated this class, your math teacher was a fucking bitch.

'mean girl giggles' echoed throughout the room, barous eyes paying special attention to what you were about to do.

you dreaded the feeling of being forced to stand up in front of the entire class and read aloud whatever was written on the small note.

"get to it missy"

oh fuck off

you looked around the classroom trying to assess anyone who may have been distressed or embarrassed but with no luck, everyone seemed to be waiting on you.

weird...

"im serious yn. if you dont start reading in the next 10 seconds im going to—"

"no, no thats okay—i-im reading"

for whoever wrote me this, i am so sorry.

you cleared you throat in preparation for the humiliation you were about to face, curses be upon you miss peterson.

"hi, i think your really cute, we should go out sometime together, from..."

your heart stopped.

oh no this cant be right

"thats it."

"thats it?" the teacher probed, slowly making her way towards you.

"that it. i-it just says from your secret admirer after that nothing else".

your math teacher narrowed her eyes, looking closely at your expression—she didn't buy it.

dont breakeyecontactdont break eye contactdont breakeyecontactdontbreakeyecontactdontbreakeyecontact—

"really..."

"really!" you broke eye contact.

she pointed her nose upwards, probably as high as possible and began walking towards your desk.

"alright then i wanna see it, i need to have it confiscated"

"what?!, why?" oops you said that kinda loud. the class whom had previously lost interest when you finished reading turned back towards you and miss peterson now intrigued.

"well why not?! it was a distraction in class and now it needs to be taken away to make sure it wont be a distraction again...!"

but that doesn't make sense, if you care so much about us passing notes you should take our notebooks not the gosh dang note !

"but that doesn't make sense—" but you didn't get a chance to finish as the teacher viciously snatched the paper from you and spun around back towards her desk.

you sat down and burried your hands in your face, you couldn't watch this.

"oh this looks fun...says it's from barou shouei, not what i was expecting...not what i was expecting at all..."

fucking kill yourself, PLEASE

the class, which had previously been dormant erupted in a series of raging giggles and screams—shocked at the reveal of who the note was from.

a soccer player.

it was no secret in BLLK High that nobody—under any circumstance—was to mess with a soccer player. they had a bit of a reputation going on. even the nice ones.

" 'cuse me?" a commanding and masculine voice emerged from your left side and you turned as quickly as possible to the over 6 foot ( 182 cm ) tall man trying to explain yourself.

fuck, one day you were seriously gonna kill your math teacher.

"no, no no i promise it's not like that—i seriously don't know who made this i promise it wasn't from me and i know it wasn't from you—"

"you're yn ?" he cut you off smoothly, leaning back in his seat ever so slightly.

"huh?"

his knees were facing yours now. "you're yn right? been wondering who that was for the longest, guess i know now, cool."

"huh?"

okay now you were confused—about multiple things actually. #1, barou shouei, the man you'd been sitting next to for almost a full year now had yet to learn your name untill just now which is—gosh, just outrageous even for a soccer player

and #2 he wasn't toltally angry and going to kill you like everyone said he would have, should you make a fool of him?

no seriously someone explain what was happening.

you didnt get a chance to ponder on your thoughts much longer however, the bell rang loudly in your ear and soon everyone including yourself was making way for the door out the classroom.

what the fuck just happened, what the actual fuck just happened.

"heyy ! yn over here !" you didnt realize it but you apparently had auto-piloted your way all the way through lunch and was now being called over by people you've never talked to a day in your life—and you knew exactly what it would be about.

could this get any worse

you were about to find out. "yes...?" you asked, tray still in hand while you stood awakwardly by the trash can near the lunch table who called you over.

"soo—wait first sit down, we're friends we're friends, sit down first" one of the girls said, patting a seat next to herself eagerly.

you looked at the eyes on you and quickly made a decision to move.

there definitely here to ask me about him. it can't be that bad right? i think her name is ashley? i don't know maybe this'll be fun, maybe they'll be nice.

"so have you guys had sex?"

"what?! no—"

"have you guys even ever kissed yet?"

"no—"

"we used to talk you know", this one was from ashley, a pretty blonde haired girl who's blue eyes sparkled like marbles.

"really?"

she was attractive that for sure but and you could definitely see why some people would wanna date her but barou? not so much.

"really"

like in what world would some super macho super mysterious soccer guy get the hots for some popular pretty blonde girl? not to mention an obnoxious pretty blonde girl.

gosh i sound like a pick me right now, who knows maybe they really did talk

"didn't even know her name" barou said, cracking his neck from side to side.

"seriously man?" asked isagi, popping a fry in his mouth.

"dead serious"

this was the soccer table, a table where only the best of best players would sit for lunch, not that it was official or anything—but new students were warned not to go near The Table anyway.

"so you did ask yn to prom?"

"no bachira, i didn't ask her how many times to i have to say that, i barely know her anyways"

"untill today" kunigami confirmed.

"until today" barou repeated.

"would you though?" chigiri asked, he glanced over at your table—you were pretty that much was obvious but it was barou we're talking about, who knows what he thought of you.

"nah, couldn't."

"why not? shes not ugly" nagi questioned albeit a bit insensitively.

"shes not but..." he trailed off, stringing his eyes from nagi to you, she looks kinda...

"but what"

"i don't want her thinking we're dating after prom or somethin', gotta focus on the game."

"what if i did then, think she'd say yes?" it was reo speaking now who was now also looking at your table.

"nah, your uncanny resemblance to a donkey might turn her off"

The Table laughed as reo scowled at the other players, he didnt find it very funny.

"shut the fuck up shouei, i didn't hear her accepting your undying love now did i?"

"thats because i never really asked her dipshit"

"your point! still better than knowing your rejected as a default"

"is it though?" barou was almost smiling at the purple headed boy.

"oh really? watch me"

the table made boyish "ooo"-ing sounds and reo stood up confidently.

shouts erupted from the table, causing the whole cafeteria to turn towards the players, they payed them no mind however, only staring intently at where reo was walking.

"look, look, look! one if them is coming over here right now!"

"really?!"

you whipped your head around towards where the whole cafeteria's attention had been directed.

nononon, this cannot be happening. you seriously did not need another soccer players thinking you were some freak weirdo because someone else wanted to be messy!

"thats reo, he's super fucking rich, i heard he has a whole two backyards !"

"and an a theater room!"

great, and it was a rich snob kid too.

"does yn sit here?"

your table said nothing, even the loud ashley kept quiet while he was talking. everyones heads turned to you, waiting expectantly for you to say something.

"yeah thats me..." you said meekley.

reo smiled and curled his finger towards himself a few times, asking you to come to him.

this is so awakward

you stood up silently and walked over to where reo was. he didn't stop directing him towards you until you were standing right up against him, close enough to where he could grab your jaw and yank your ear towards his mouth.

"you're hot, go out with me"

your eyes bludged, and your heart accelerated way more than it should have. that was NOT what you were expecting.

reo let go of your face, his hands were in his pockets as he waited for your answer, he looked confident tou would say yes. and most people would, but this was a soccer player we were talking about—and this one specifically was known for being super rich, super smart and a super hoe. three things you couldn't be bothered to even try giving a chance with.

you glanced behind him trying to peer at the damage that had been done.

holy shit the whole fuking cafeteria is looking

"so?"

you were snapped back into reality as reo looked at you, still waiting for an answer. it was pretty obvious what you were going to say.

"no. im sorry but no, i hardly know you and you're really not my type, sorry."

your table made all types of noises as they watched the now humiliated boy bite a scowl and walk back too his table.

you quickly sat back down and watched as The Table made fun of reo's rejection. all the players were laughing but you were only looking at one.

"said i wasn't her type". The Table erupted in laughter, all the players except reo cackling like animals.

"fucking told you so, at least get to know the girl before you start trying to hit on her" isagi joked, slapping reo on the back repeatedly.

"no for real, dont know what made you think she would fall for you in a day, not all girls are so easy you know" kunigami shook his head.

"what did you say too her anyways?" nagi asked now curious as to what got him such a harsh rejection anyways.

"didn't say nothing, js asked her if she wanted to go out, said no, that's it." reo reiterated bitterly.

"knowing him it was probably something like 'youre hot, lets go out'" barou said offhandedly, distracted by the feeling of eyes on him.

"you could hear?" reo asked, now confused.

The Table went silent for a moment and isagi burst out laughing when he realized what reo had just said.

"so you did really say that?!"

the emmbarassment for reo only cotinued further but barou wasn't paying attention to that. the eyes from before were still on him.

it was you.

cute...

BAROU isnt really much of a romantic either, he hasn't got the headspace for it like he does for soccer, so of course—he's not seeking the love. the love is seeking him.

1 week later

you sat quietly in the school library studying like a madman for finals, it was just near the end of the school year and you were determined to get good marks on all of the subjects.

the library was the most perfect and quiet place to relax and work at the same time—without any distractions or problems to bother you from your job.

"excuse me?"

you glanced up to where the voice was coming from and your heart felt like it was going to explode.

it was none other than barou shouei in the flesh.

a whole week, a whole week you had managed to somewhat avoid his presence and pretty much ignore him during math ( your teacher denied you request to switch spots ) it was going fine untill—well, now.

"can i borrow your computer charger? mine just died and a left mine at home"

that was it?

you didn't really know what to expect from the man though. he was known to be pretty brutal on tbe field maybe you were assuming he'd be the same in real life.

although i guess i shouldn't think that considering how chill he was over the fake confession and all of that...

"oh yeah sure, I uh can let your borrow it no problem"

"thanks"

barou took your charger without another word and walked back over too his seat.

the racing in your heart was begining to subside, that wasn't so bad...

you shifted to get comfortable in your seat and began studying once again, right now where was i...

"excuse me?"

and just as you were getting comfortable. barou shoei again.

"yes?"

"sorry im back so soon but, could i sit here for a little bit. the outlet by my table isnt working for some reason" he said it in a polite tone but seemed eager for an answer, he was probably in a rush to get as much study time in before practice like most athletes were.

he really isnt as scary as i thought he'd be...

"yeah of course that's fine, it's better this way anyway, wont forget you had it in the first place ya know" you smiled moving your belongings over to make room for his.

"thanks"

barou set his things down and soon enough a static silence ensued over the both of you, not that you minded though. you still needed to get work done and it was better he wasn't attempting to make conversation with you. it is a bit awkward though...

"you color coded your pens"

the voice that emmited from the other side of the table almost made you forget who was there.

"i did, why?"

"nice, i did too"

barou didnt wait for an answer, but instead pulled out a all black pencil pouch to reveal all seven colors of the rainbow line up in order.

jeez, i just think it looks cool, his has all the pen hooks facing up too, ocd much?

that wasn't the main point though, what was more important was his sticker—on thst rested sturdy on his bag. "you watch graves anatomy too?"

he looked surprised when you mentioned the show, and nodded his head appropriately. "yeah, and im all caught up too, all 22 seasons and counting."

"holy hell, im only on season 12 how to even time for that—aren't you always having games and stuff, scince your on varsity and all..."

barou quirked an eyebrow, "mm you know your stuff—i make it work"

now it was your turn to make a face "you make it work...really, its that easy?"

no. the absurbant amount of school work i have is fucking killing me right now plus i've got sisters too take care of so no, it's definitely not easy

thats not what he said though.

"yup, real easy." he nodded his head and although you didn't buy it, it was hardly your place to nag. he didn't seem like someone you should nag.

"uh huh.." you shook your head up and down slow and repeatedly, "for sure, for sure"

"what you don't believe me?" barou moved his chair closer to yours, so close in fact you think your knees were touching, his arms bulged as he rested his hands on his head ; it was hot nice seeing him in a position that wasn't so straight .

"no i do, you seem really responsible im sure you're great at 'making it work' " you put a thumbs up.

gosh, could you be anymore awakward...

"oh im responsible ? you would know that im responsible?" barou questioned, leaning even closer on his arms towards you.

is he...flirting with me?

you laughed and covered your mouth with your hand leaning slightly away as he got closer.

"i mean yeah" you paused to swipe away the nonexistent dust from your eyes, you just couldn't hold the eye contact.

come on, dont get shy now yn.

"people talk, i guess."

"do they?"

"they do" you nodded your head firmly up and down, since it was the only thing you were sure you could do at the moment.

"mh"

mmh?!? the fuck does that mean ??

"so yn i wanna ask you a question" barou leaned back as he said this, finally returning to his normal position.

holy shit my heart was beating so fast, somebody get me on a stretcher and to the hospital NEOW, i am about to blow!

"yeah?"

barou stayed silent for a few moments, thinking deeply about what he was going to say.

"hypothetically..." he paused, staring directly at you.

"hypothetically..." you confirmed.

"hypothetically if someone, other than reo from the soccer team—just as an example lets say...yoichi ! remember hypothetically speaking—asked you out on a date what would your answer be?"

huh?

"what kind of question is that?"

"a hypothetical one" he said matter of factly.

"a hypothetical one, right, well if—hypothetically of course—i was asked out by isagi, om a date that is...i don't know...yeah? I guess i'd day yes?"

"really, you would?" he looked surprised and you suddenly felt alarmed, was that a bad thing or something??

"yeah? i mean no, not really—maybe not if he asked the way your friend did..."

"mhm"

??? again, what does that mean?

A moment of silence passed between the two of you and you tried and failed at going back to the work you were supposed to be doing in the first place.

"what about chigiri?" he said suddenly.

"chigiri? what do you me—"

"chigiri. pretty, has red hair, plays on varsity and is super fast? chigiri. would you say yes too him?"

"i mean, maybe, yeah he's definitely not ugly and i guess if i knew him well enough I would probably say yes—why are you asking me this?"

barou said nothing and suddenly, the strangest thing began to happen—he looked at you smiling—a large, uncanny smile resembling a creepypasta monster formed from on his face, your heart began to beat but for the wrong reasons.

"wake up yn" it was definitely barou's voice but it sounded far.

"huh?" you couldn't move, and you now realize you probably couldn't move for a while.

what...is happening...

"wake. up."

your head shot up from your arms, ans you looked around disorientedly.

oh...

up untill about the last 30 seconds you were a bit disappointed it had to end. your dream that is.

"yn", a voice—much deeper than you recall im your fantasies spoke out to you as you felt a tap on your shoulder.

it was barou. the real barou.

"i baroued your charged?" he said holding it out towards you. (an's. IM HALARIOUS LAMOSJKWIS)

"oh. right sorry, thanks." you took the cord from him. but he didn't leave, still looming over you in his tall stature he spoke again.

"uh, you got a little.." he pointed to the corner of his lip, scratching at it in expectation for you to do the same.

you did, softly at first, not really sure what is it he was implying but quickly realized what he meant after you felt a crusty dry substance still left from your unconscious.

oh..

oh !

"ive got drool on my face haven't i" he nodded his head, and you swore you saw grin appear on his face—a real one but he turned and walked away before you could make confirm.

"thanks for the charger yn, see ya later"

his back was facing you now, slowly getting smaller and smaller at he walked away from you.

seriously ! could i be anyless embarrassing for even a second!

im afraid not yn.

because according to barou, he thinks your little moments of embarrassment and humiliation were pretty damn cute.

BAROU is never scared. he hardly ever get worried, he's king and one of the best players in his school, he's top of his class always and struggles—never. so why? why was it now, over some so trivial that he was all thoes things he never gets all at once?

1 week later, in the classroom.

barou felt weird.

the truth is, he didnt need a partner for the social studies project. his teacher was allowing groups of two or singles all the same. his reasoning behind why he wanted a partner is what was scaring him.

after almost an entire year, barou realized that you not only were in his math class, but his social studies as well. and his history, and biology—even his orchestra ( he plays cello in case you were wondering ).

he realized that you were everywhere.

barou, for the first time was recognizing someome else, not on the team, not an adult, but a girl, he was acknowledging a girl, as more than nothing.

it was weird.

"yn."

you peered up at him, wide-eyed and adorable. "work with me on the project"

your eyes, (e/c) and beautiful, got impossibly larger.

"yeah—uh—sure we can"

he gave a thumbs up, and went back to his seat.

what am i doing?

"i dont know, maybe we can exchange numbers instead?"

"yeah thats better, since im hardly on social media anyways"

even though you've got so many followers..

"alright cool"

you and barou were in the library, again. instead of dreaming about his muscles however, you were watching them in real time move for your phone and yours the same.

there wasnt mych said after that, only short words to communicate what part of the project you both were supposed to work on, untill...

"yn?"

"yes" and once again, you were looking at him, wife eyed and adorable.

"i've got a question to ask you"

no way, did i fall asleep again?

you sucked in a breath, and pinched your cheeks, not paying any attention to the words that might come out of his mouth.

"ow!" nope, you were definitely awake.

barou raised an eyebrow and couldn't hold himself in. he burst out laughing and you we're glad the library waw empty, because in all his seriousness—barou's laugh was loud. like the sort of thing you'd been holding in for a while.

"what yn, afraid you're gonna fall asleep again?"

your cheeks heated up an intense amount.

"no..."

"you're funny you know, really funny"

"huh?!" you squeaked, shifting all over in your chair. "what does that mean"

barou leaned in close to your face, so close that your noses were touching.

"it means..." he tilted hid head sidewards, waiting for your permission.

"i think you're the stupidest most adorable person to exist..." you didn't move away.

and like a shock, barous lips were on yours so softly it made it feel very much like a dream, but it wasn't.

an's. i know this is not himmm, he wouldn't even look at you after a supposed fake letter i knooow, i couldn't think of a better way to force it ( i was lazy ) and he's cute let me live.

an's. i rushed the end i knoww, leave me alone. i like writing for personal enjoyment shhhhhh.

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[masquenoire]

Circe wasn't the first girl Roman kissed. He actually hit it off with another girl at the All Girl's Boarding School his parents sent him off to during his early teens, the two sneaking off for a bit of 'private fun' until the bullying incident occured where he lost his temper and glassed his tormentor's face.

#💀 || musings #💀 || headcanons #It's Sunday!!!!!!!!! #And I'm feeling a little better! #Started taking Feroglobin and my god it feels like it's already made a world of difference #Was so lacking energy but the second half of work kicked in and I actually got stuff done #Don't feel half dead on my feet anymore and have a bit of appetite again #Might have helped having steak for dinner too but have been very low on iron #But yeah here's a fun headcanon for ya'll #Roman still thinks about that girl from time to time #He forgot her name but it was a pretty prominent memory #Probably wouldn't have hated the all girl's school so much if it weren't for the bitches there #That other girl nearly lost an eye #Mr. and Mrs. Sionis had to fork out a LOT of hush money for that little outburst lmao #It was also the beginning of the end for them #Roman had started getting too strong and violent for them to be able to control so easily anymore #He lasted all of 3 days at that school XD

[glitterjay]

having sex with situationship!jake 🙏🙏🙏

⭒ situationship, some fluff, suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: I feel like this is bad but! I always do lmao. reblogs, comments, and feedback are appreciated.

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

jake was the most popular boy in town. he had girls and boys following him everywhere, most of his fame coming from when you guys were in high school. he was the typical soccer player that was outgoing and everyone loved.

it was a small place where almost everyone knew each other, and after graduation people just kept kissing jake's ass for some reason. this obviously made his ego grow a lot, taking advantage of his popularity to get past things most people would get in trouble with.

you had various interactions with jake during highschool like being paired up for an English project. the rumors had it that you made it on your own, but in reality, he wasn't THAT much of a jerk.

you still saw him often, his parents being friends with yours meant having him over most weekends. the pair of adults wanted their only children to get along, so they would quite literally force the both of you to socialize. one thing led to the other, and after a few months, you and Jake came to set a situationship.

he was gorgeous, well mannered, and actually very kind. it was out of your control to not fall for him. despite the various hook ups, jake had made it clear that he wasn't looking for anything serious at the moment. he enjoyed his time alone and a serious relationship would probably narrow down his reputation.

being his sex buddy was better than nothing anyway. you would hate to go back to the days where he wouldn't even look at you and would just spend his time playing some game on his phone.

-

the day was nice and perfect to just chill and do nothing. your parents had gone on a trip with friends, which meant no Jake over this weekend. some time alone seemed like the perfect opportunities to let yourself think about your feelings and how to stop finding him so attractive.

it would be a lie to say you didn't take pictures of jake when he wasn't looking. he seemed like an actual boyfriend, and not just someone who would meet you up some place to fuck you dumb.

as if the universe had something against you and your way of dealing with things, your phone screen lit up to reveal a message from none other than jake. "I'm coming over." was all it read. you panicked. you weren't ready to receive someone at home, let alone that someone being jake.

-

five minutes had passed and the house looked decent enough. Jake said he was close, there was no time for you to change into something else. as if he had heard your thoughts, the doorbell rang, indicating jake had made it to your home.

you don't know why but you felt shy. every time you guys hooked up, you'd be wearing something nice, not a pair of shorts with an ac/dc shirt. you knew he wanted sex, that was the only reason he contacted you outside the weekend hang outs.

"hey, I'm sorry for looking so-" his lips cut you off, not even letting you open the door properly. he was desperate, his hands roaming messily all over your body. you sighed into he kiss, moving both of you so that you could close the door, and rest your back against it. jake moved his lips to your neck, licking and biting all over it. you threw your head back, your right hand finding its way to his brown locks, pulling them slightly.

his hands found a steady place on your hip, holding you in place as his mouth devoured your skin whole. your other hand traveled between your bodies, palming the outline of his cock through his jeans. Jake let out a loud groan. attaching himself back to the hickey he was working on.

once he was done, he tapped the back of your thighs, inviting you to jump onto his arms. you gladly did as "told," your legs wrapping around his waist. this was a perfect opportunity for jake to bury his face between your breast. he was a booby enthusiast and you found that cute.

he took the both of you to your room, knowing the way like the back of his hand. most of your hook ups happened at your house. despite not wanting anything serious, the least jake wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. this was one of the main reasons why you fell for him. he always put you first.

-

his messy thrusts had you seeing stars on your ceiling. it was the third time you reached an orgasm, and it seemed Jake was far from his. "you're so pretty" he mumbled, groans and small moans leaving his mouth after.

one of his hands was holding your hip steady while the other rubbed circles on your clit. you weren't able to make coherent words, only whines and screams as you tried to push him away.

" 's it too much? huh? don't worry, baby, I'm almost close"

the way you rolled your eyes and arched your back as your fourth orgasm hit you looked incredibly hot from his point of view. he pulled out, stroking his length fast and hard to cum on your tummy. "so good for me, like always."

-

you stayed laying on your bed, legs shaking hard. Jake had left your entire body extremely sensitive, to the point where almost any small thing could make you whine and moan. he was in your bathroom, loading up the shower for both of you to hop on.

"jake, I'm afraid I cant get up" you said as soon as you saw him walk out of there. "i'll carry you, princess. besides, it was my fault you ended like that."

#— ✿ c's work! #enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #kpop #hard hours #kpop smut #engene #enhypen jake #enhypen Jake smut #jake sim #sim jaeyun

[losttinwritings]

stupid

[ Hazel Callahan x Fem!Reader ] [812 words]

SUMMARY: Why didn't you say anything sooner? because right now you felt so stupid, witnessing Hazel with someone else.

WARNINGS: angst, one-sided pining by reader, jealousy. Also, there's no use of Y/N.

A-N: probably shorter than I would've liked it to be :/ But I wrote as much I could manage to lol, and at least it's something

[masterlist]

You should have expected it sooner. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later. It just so happened that it was today, and now you hate yourself for waiting so long. You hate yourself for not speaking up about your feelings sooner.

Because, as you watch from the far side of the school hallways, eyes practically glued to the spot where Hazel stood with her new girlfriend. Where they both stood.

Hands interlocked, as the two speak in such hushed tones, giggling and chatting with each other. Wishing it were you in her position over there, wishing it were you with Hazel, sharing passion-filled kisses, and smiling as widely as you could.

But it's not, and you hate it. You can feel the tears coming, and you have to duck your head into your open locker door so nobody sees them fall. So nobody sees the tears that are threatening to spill, blurring your vision. A strangled sob managing to slip from your lips, right as you smack your hand over your mouth to muffle it the best you could.

I'm so fucking stupid

You think to yourself, as the tears don't stop. Glassy eyes shielded by the cool metal of your locker door, shielding your face from the view of the rushing students around you. You needed to get the fuck out of there. You thought you'd be able to handle it, you really thought you could. You didn't think seeing them together so soon would affect you this much.

I'm so fucking stupid.

The thought comes back, those same four words that won't stop running rampant inside of your brain. The harsh words that you just wanted to leave. If it weren't for you falling for Hazel Callahan, the cute masc who sat in front of you, in your English class (and one of your best friends), then you'd be fine. You wouldn't be like this, heart broken over the girl.

You took a deep breath in and then out. Inhaling and exhaling as you braced yourself for what you were about to do. Your eyes locked onto the figure sitting on the school bleachers near the edge of the football field. Watching as she was carefully pulling her lunch from her backpack, as you tugged the straps of your backpack further up your shoulder.

You were finally going to do it. You were going to confess your feelings and ask your best friend out. Or at least, you were going to try and do that. But you prayed silently that you wouldn't chicken out once again from this.

Finally, you carefully began moving. Nerves running through your system as you carefully walked on over to where Hazel currently sat. Her eyes did not notice your approaching figure until you were now sitting beside her and dropping your backpack down on the seat in front of you.

She greeted you with a smile as she turned towards you now. You always loved the way she said your name, and you could have sworn, with the way your breath hitched slightly in your throat, when you looked into her eyes. That you fell for her all over again, even deeper than before, and it irked you how down bad you were right now.

“Hey, so I was wondering— Are you doing anything this Sunday?” You spoke carefully, bracing yourself for whatever Hazel would respond with. You begged and hoped with everything in you that it wouldn't be rejection. That she wouldn't reject you when you continued.

You watched her, eyes scanning her face, as you waited patiently.

“No? At least I don't think so, why?”

You bit your lip gently and prepared yourself once more. Racking your brain for the correct words you wanted to say and going about asking her. But you were stopped and taken aback for a moment, snapping right out from the depths of your own mind right now, when Hazel spoke again.

“Oh—wait, yeah, I am, sorry. I’m going on a date then.” She finished quickly, apologising, as if that would make things any better calming your rapid-going thoughts.

“Okay, then that's—fine, I hope you have fun.” It wasn't fine. Of course it wasn't. Though, you weren't going to say that, though. You weren't going to ruin her possible excitement or happiness for it. Besides, it's not like it would possibly turn into anything more, right?

You were so fucking stupid. So, so, so stupid to think that she maybe there was a chance. A chance that Hazel Callahan might like you back, because here you are, heart breaking even further, the more you watch her and her girlfriend together.

And you obviously couldn't hate whoever she was dating, why would you? She made her happy, and that's all you wanted for Hazel. Even if it couldn't be with you, like you so desperately want it to.

#fanfiction #imagines #angst #bottoms x reader #hazel callahan x reader #x reader #hazel callahan

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Doting husband being over protective? Yes please. Thank you!

It was taking an absurd amount of effort not to growl or glare. Bruce had to content himself with standing behind your chair and rubbing your shoulders.

You'd warned him what was going to happen. The endless demands and the frankly ridiculous comments. You'd warned him and yet- nothing could have prepared him for it.

"Dad, It's fine it doesn't have to be-"

"It's not fine. You're going to wind up getting divorced and you're not moving back home when it happens."

And that was the least offensive thing. Neither of them were happy for you. And he could feel the weight of all their expectations for you, bearing down on you. You were physically trembling under the pressure. You were the scapegoat and the golden goose at the same time. The one that was the cause of and solution to all of their problems.

"If that happens," Bruce said intervening, "she won't need to. I had her write the pre-nup herself." He hadn't. But if you wanted to he would have. Anything you wanted at that point. Instead you'd had a third party do it- worried about conflicts of interest. And the rumors that you were a gold digger.

"Maybe you're not as stupid-"

"Stop," Bruce said, his voice sinking into a growl. Just enough to make your father flinch. You didn't talk much about what growing up had been like. Not much beyond a few little funny stories. But. He'd done his homework. And he knew. And he wanted Rex to know he knew. "You're not going to talk to her like that."

"You want to make something of it?" he challenged.

"I'll let you swing first," Bruce said calmly- it wouldn't take much. Even if his public persona wasn't much for fighting. Rex was only tough enough to pick on little girls. People who weren't going to fight back.

"Probation, dad," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "If you go back you go all the way back and I JUST got you off your tether."

Rex growled but turned away, "C'mon Reyanne," he said.

"Thanks," she huffed following her husband as he stalked out of the room. "Next think you'll want me to wear pink to the wedding. Gag me."

For a moment, when they leave. As you listen to them bicker their way back out the front door, Bruce doesn't know what to say.

"Sweetheart I'm-"

"Don't apologize," you murmur. "I've had a lot longer to build up a callous. And a lot longer to wrap my head around the fact that they see love as transactional."

"You warned me," he said, kissing the top of your head. "I guess I just- didn't believe it."

"I've spent my whole life trying to make them love me," you say, voice wooden. "Like there's some kind of secret code that will make them act like parents but-" You break off and shrug. "I haven't found it yet... if getting engaged to a billionaire doesn't do it nothing will."

Bruce snorted and took a seat next to you, pulling you against his side, "Their loss, Sweetheart."

"I think you're biased-"

"Do you know how many people I went to school with whose parent's would KILL, probably literally, to have a kid that works as hard as you do?" He chuckled. "You're amazing. One of a kind... And I hate that they don't treat you like that. I'm just sorry I lost my temper."

"Please don't actually fight my dad."

"No promises," Bruce said lightly. "If I ever hear him call you stupid again he'll be lucky if he doesn't need a feeding tube."

"Bruce-"

"Of course it's not me doing it if Batman-"

"Bruce."

He heaved a put upon sigh and cuddled you closer, "Fine. Only because it'll upset you."

For a long moment, he let's you sit in silence. Stroking your hair and reminding you that he's there. Comforted that he knew you weren't with them. That you hadn't been alone and sad after they left. That you knew he wouldn't allow their worst behavior. "Are you hungry, Sweetheart? You hardly ate dinner."

"Just tired," you tell him. "They make me so tired."

"Let's go take a hot bath, huh?" Anything to have his girl feel better. And if it had the side effect of getting you naked well- he wasn't going to complain.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #doting husband!bruce #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

[beenbaanbuun]

High School Sweethearts

Genre - smut

Words - 5k

Warnings - afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), drinking (characters are sober enough to consent), panty stealing, Jungkook being a menace

Who knew a high school reunion could be so awkward?

Admittedly, you went in with your hopes way too high. You guessed that seven years would be enough time for people to mature and grow out of their high school stereotypes. You guessed wrong, of course. It seemed like it was too much to assume that people could change. Perhaps being back in your old school gymnasium had regressed everyone back to their former selves. The jocks were back to being rowdy, and the queen bees were buzzing around them, hanging off their every word as if they weren't all a little too old for that behaviour.

But as much as you enjoyed rolling your eyes at them, you weren’t much different. As a former wallflower, you chose to stick close to the edge of the room, examining every other person like they were animals in a zoo. It was interesting to watch how everyone tried to big themselves up, arguing about who had the flashiest car or the hottest spouse. It was as if everyone was trying to prove how much better they were, fighting for popularity like they were seven years ago. As if any of them were any different to one another.

They weren't. 

Most of them had a dead-end job that would lead them to nowhere but an early, stress-induced grave. Some of them had kids, and they liked to pretend that their lives were better with the addition of dummies, baby formula and an extreme amount of disgusting bodily fluids. You had to disagree. The fact that they were all willing to rid themselves of their adult selves for a night, and come back to the place where everyone lived out the most confusing years of their life, said enough. Even school was better than whatever adult life had to offer.

There was one person who you had yet to see; the one you’d actually been most looking forward to speaking to again. It's not like you’d been close with him throughout high school, more so that the two of you had a mutual understanding. You’d smile at each other in the hallway, or take notes for the other when they decided to skip. Sometimes you even said hi when you sat down next to one another in class. Thinking back on it, he was probably the closest thing to a friend you had during high school, which was kind of sad.

His name was Jeon Jungkook, and you thought he was perfect. Even if he was kind of scrawny, and got shy every time a girl looked in his direction, he was still the cutest boy in school, in your eyes. The way he slid notes across to you in class to ask you questions that he thought were too silly to ask the teacher, or the way he’d nudge you with his foot if he noticed you dropping to sleep during class. Everything about him was endearing, and honestly, you’d missed him.

Your inability to make friends had carried over to adulthood, but this time you weren’t so lucky to have an ally like him out in the real world. You hated everyone at your job, and you were pretty sure they hated you too. They were chatty and bitchy and reminded you way too much of the teenage girls that used to talk about you behind your back in school. Obviously, you avoided them like the plague, trying to keep yourself to yourself, but that got lonely. Sometimes you found yourself longing for that weird kid that got you through school to come back and rescue you.

You took a sip from your drink, deciding that the only way to fully enjoy the night would be to be too drunk to remember it. Then at least you wouldn't know that you wasted a night of your life that could've been used to catch up on everything you’d been putting off for the past few weeks. Unfortunately, with how weak the drinks had been made, you were probably still sober enough to drive. That wouldn’t do at all.

As you reached out to grab another drink, a shocked silence fell over the room. Weird, you thought as you brought the second glass to your lips, pouring the mysterious liquid into your mouth. It tasted kind of funny, like a bunch of teenagers had mixed together whatever they’d found in their parent’s liquor cabinets in an attempt to get them as drunk as humanly possible in as little time as they could. It was ironic, in a way. To most of the people in the room, the drink was probably a nightmarish throwback to the high school parties that you were never cool enough to be invited to.

Finally, you decided to take interest in whatever had made to room fall so eerily quiet. That was when you spotted him, the weirdest kid in school (joint last with you) looking more beautiful than any greek or roman statue you’d ever seen. Gone was the bowl cut, replaced by soft, curly black locks that rested gracefully against his cheekbones. Even from this distance, you were sure you could see the glinting of an eyebrow piercing from under his perfectly styled hair. You were definitely sure that you could see a lip piercing, hugging the plush pink skin that you spent every night in high school dreaming about kissing.

Jungkook just stood there in the doorway, awkward as ever. It made you giggle to see the gaggle of women that were huddling around the jocks only moments prior switch their attention so fast. The men didn't seem to mind, equally stunned by the muscular man that seemed to have crashed the party. 

“Hi,” one of the prettiest of the group said, her voice soft and beautiful as she spoke, “I’m not sure I remember you. Did you go to our school?” You had to hold back the wince that was begging to come out. 

“I’m Jungkook,” he gave her a polite smile, almost as if there wasn't an intense fire burning behind his eyes. By the look on his face, you could tell he was barely keeping it together.

“I’m sorry,” for a second you thought she was apologising for the years of torture she put him through. It sounded almost sincere too, and if you didn't know her any better, you would've believed it. But before you could let yourself forget the grudge you’d been harbouring for years, she opened her mouth again, “I don't think we’ve ever met. You’re too handsome for me to have forgotten.”

Once again, Jungkook just gave her a tight-lipped smile. Although this time, he didn't have the courtesy to reply. His eyes flickered over the rest of the crowd who had begun to chatter about the handsome stranger who’d just walked into the room. In a way, you weren't surprised that no one seemed to know who he was. He would’ve looked like an entirely different person to anyone, bar you, of course. You’d spent hours upon hours trying to surreptitiously burn his features into your retinas; you’d recognise those bewildered-looking eyes anywhere.

Said eyes seemed to focus on you for little more than a second before he departed from his audience, not even muttering so much as a goodbye. The polite smile faded as soon as his back was turned to them and you had to stop yourself from giggling at the way he rolled his eyes into the back of his head. It was almost like you were a schoolgirl again, your childish heart pounding in your chest at the sight of the man you’d been waiting to see all night.

“Hi,” he waited until he was right in front of you to say anything. You were grateful for that. It made it feel more intimate, almost as if your entire school year wasn’t watching Jungkook tug you into a warm embrace. An embrace that passed a little too quickly for your liking. You hadn’t even had a chance to wrap your own arms around his extremely toned waist before he was pulling back and holding you at an arm's length. 

He studied you from head to toe, the look on his face inquisitive as his dark irises darted from side to side. It was like he was trying to engrave you into his mind, much like you’d done during school. In a way, it made you feel exposed. Weirdly, you didn't mind.

“Hi,” you finally muttered back, “It’s been a while.” 

He chuckled in response, his face lighting up with that oh-so-familiar bunny smile that he used to wear. You missed it more than you cared to admit.

“I guess it has,” The hands that rested on your shoulders felt warm, burning through the thin fabric of your dress and into the skin below, “it would’ve been even longer if I hadn’t decided to come.”

“Were you not going to?” He shook his head in response.

“Thought it would just be one big cliche,” he grunted, “although that's a little hypocritical of me, right? I mean how cliche is it for the loser to get buff after they leave school?”

“Just a little cliche,” you laughed. Even though your interactions with Jungkook in the past had mostly been wordless, talking to him like he was an old friend felt natural. You felt at home, talking to him, and with the way his body relaxed, you guessed it was the same for him. “What did make you decide to get hot?” 

He grinned as he used one hand to brush some hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. It made you shudder; your ear had always been a sensitive spot for you. You prayed that Jungkook hadn't noticed your reaction, although the smirk on his lips told you otherwise. He definitely noticed.

“You’ve always found me hot,” you assumed he was joking, but there was no laughter in his voice. His eyes were deadly serious, despite the Cheshire grin he wore. To be fair, this was the most words you’d ever said to him in your life; he probably just had a dry sense of humour that you never knew about. There was no way he knew about your long-term crush on him that had all of a sudden reignited after all these years. 

“Hotter, then,” you corrected yourself with a grin that matched his, “What made you decide to become hotter than that scrawny, nerdy guy I knew so long ago.”

He smirked, clearly pleased with your compliments. You never knew he was so arrogant. It was a complete 180 to how he had been when you knew him in school. It was hot, though. Not that everything about him wasn’t…

“Fancied a change,” he muttered before he stepped closer to you, hands still firmly on your shoulders. There was no escape from his stern gaze; no matter where you looked you could feel his eyes on your face. “And what about you?” 

“What about me?” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. It was cute, reminding him of the times when you could barely say hi to him without fumbling over the simple word. Your personality really hadn't changed, he realised. 

“When did you get so hot?” As he took another step closer, his chest now only inches away from yours, you could feel his breath tickling your face. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a shaky breath. 

“What do you mean?” Your voice was just as shaky as your breathing. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. You were grateful for that. 

His hands remained strong on your shoulders, holding you against him with no escape. Sure, his grip was loose enough that you could put a stop to whatever this was if you wanted to. But whether it was due to your own desire to finally get close to the man, or just the desperation that was growing inside of you, you didn’t. You stayed right where he wanted you, waiting for him to pounce upon you like you were the prey to his lion. 

“Well, if I remember correctly,” one hand let go of you, only to brush against your exposed collarbones in a way that made you want him to do something about the growing wetness between your thighs. His fingers were light, only giving you the gentlest of touches across the area. You had to bite back a whimper as one finger trailed up and down the side of your neck. “You never exposed this much chest when we were younger. Not this much leg, either.”

He let out a chuckle when you finally let a small whimper slip from your plush lips. He had you right where he wanted you. Where he had been wanting you for the last few years now. 

“I always knew I made a mistake by not making you mine. I was just so shy back then, and you were just so pretty,” you could barely focus on his words, too busy trying to control yourself. It’s not like anyone else in the room was paying any attention to the two of you anymore, but you were two seconds away from begging Jungkook to stick his dick inside of you. Now that certainly would’ve brought attention to the two of you. 

“Who’d have thought that my shy little seatmate would grow up to look this good? Thick thighs, a gorgeous pair of tits, and the prettiest pink lips I think I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I really have been missing out.”

You didn’t know what to do other than suck your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down. Jungkook only chuckled, using his thumb to set it free from the vice grip you had on it. 

“I always found your shyness hot, though,” he confirmed, making sure you knew that your body wasn’t the only thing he wanted from you. “Although I guess it’s more hopelessly adorable, right?”

Did he want you to answer him? You hoped not. You didn’t really know what to say other than ‘take me to your car right now and make me scream so loud that everyone in this building knows what we’re doing,’ and for some reason, you didn’t feel like that was the right thing to say. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered once you were sure that he was, in fact, waiting for a reply. 

“Yes, Sweetheart?” 

“Please do something,” you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster, remembering the times in school when he’d let you copy his homework every time you flashed them in his direction. Maybe you could prey on his old weakness. 

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “I was going to see how long I could tease you, but I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

And with that, he let his hand grip onto yours as he started to guide you out of the gymnasium and towards the school locker rooms. For a second you wondered whether you were making a bad decision, but those thoughts didn't last long. It's not like anyone would miss the two of you, you decided as he let him tug you along. In fact, you doubted anyone would notice your absence for the rest of the night. The hot ‘stranger’, maybe, but you? Definitely not. 

As you approached the doors to the male and female locker rooms, the two of you stopped. 

“Choose, baby,” he tugged you in front of him so his chest was against your back. You could feel his abs flexing against you, and you were sure he was doing it on purpose, just to rile you up. 

“Girls,” you mumbled, letting Jungkook guide you again the moment the word slipped from your mouth.

“I agree,” he pushed the door open, which was surprisingly enough unlocked, and guided you into the dark room. “Probably smells nicer in here, right?”

You let out a snort at his comment, although it never broke through the tense atmosphere that had settled over the two of you. 

The lights were suddenly switched on and you were able to take in your surroundings. Benches lined the pink-tiled walls, and hooks hung from the walls. You remembered being in here as a teenager and hating it, but now, when it was empty, you found the room almost peaceful. 

“I was right.,” He bragged, “it smells great in here!”

“I think girls just smell better than boys.”

“True.”

For some reason, although you were a step closer to getting what you wanted, you felt more at ease. Your mind was less hazy, and your tongue was finally able to form words. It helped that Jungkook was no longer pressed up against you like he had been for the past 20 minutes, though you suspected your freedom from his grasp wouldn’t last long. 

“You always smelled perfectly nice,” you said, spinning round to face him once again. He leaned against the wall, one foot leaning up against it. You hadn’t noticed the huge boots he was wearing before, but you had to admit that they suited him. The new confident air that seemed to follow him matched the black leather perfectly. 

“Thanks, baby,” he smiled softly.

He pushed away from the wall, only to take a few steps closer to you. As we walked, he rolled the sleeves of the black shirt up, exposing a sleeve of tattoos. You felt your mouth go dry at the sight, all the moisture in your body seeming to relocate to between your thighs. 

“It really is a shame that we were both too shy to talk to each other back then,” as he shifted closer, you began to shuffle back. Step after step, your heels clicking against the cold, tile floor until you could step back no further. The wooden bench was cold against the exposed backs of your knees, making you shiver. “I can't believe I made myself wait all this time to finally have you. It’s like I’m living out my teenage dream, baby.”

“Me too, Koo,” when he reached you, he pushed you down by the shoulders until you were sitting on the bench. Your already short dress rode up even more, exposing the way the meat of your thighs spread so deliciously. 

Jungkook let out an audible groan as he watched them jiggle slightly. He thought you were pretty back then, but now he thought you were delectable. He could barely hold himself back from pouncing on you and sucking dark hickeys onto the expanse of unmarked flesh. 

“Koo,” he repeated, sounding almost as breathless as you felt, “I like that. It’s cute.” 

“Koo,” you whimpered out. Although you now knew that the puppy eyes did nothing, you still pulled them out as you let your pent-up desire fall from your tongue in waves. “Koo, I need you. Please, do something.”

It was an ego boost, he couldn’t lie. Hearing you begging for him like you did in his wet dreams was honestly a little more than he could handle. It got harder and harder for him to hold himself back, but somehow he managed. Even if it was just so he could hear your pretty whines for a little longer. 

“You’ll have to elaborate, Sweetheart,” he was evil, you thought to yourself as he bobbed down in front of you and placed the ghost of a kiss against your inner thigh. It was a sensitive enough spot for you to let out a moan, but nowhere near close enough to your throbbing pussy. “Koo doesn’t know what to do unless you tell him.”

Your words fell short as he stuck his tongue out and licked a long stripe up the warm flesh of your thigh, inching closer to your dripping core by the second. For a second, you could feel the tip of his nose brush against your clit, but it was cruelly ripped away from you before you could even register what was happening. 

You quickly gathered yourself, ready to speak once more. But you barely got a single syllable out before he fully pushed your skirt up and attached his lips to the crease of your thigh, where your skin met the seam of your baby pink panties. The groan you let out was animalistic as he sucked harshly, bringing your blood to the surface in an attempt to make the most beautiful purple mark he could muster. He never was an artist, but he was determined to make you his canvas; a beautiful symphony of sweat, spit and deep purple bruises that his lips had painted onto your body. 

He pulled away to admire his work. It looked prettier than he expected, especially with the lace of your undergarments sitting right next to it. He was almost tempted to leave your underwear on as he fucked you, but they were so pretty that he couldn’t bear to see them stained with his cum. Maybe he’d just have to keep them in a safe place; that safe place being his back pocket. 

He let his instincts take over, fingers slipping under the waistband and pulling the panties down. He muttered out praise when you lifted your hips up and let him pull them past the swell of your ass before dropping yourself down onto the bench. The impact made your thighs jiggle again, and Jungkook stopped what he was doing to mouth at one of them for a second or two. 

Finally, he tugged the panties over your feet, slipping your heels off in the process. You watched as he confiscated them, tucking them neatly away in his jeans. The smirk on his face let you know that he wasn’t going to be giving them back any time soon. Oh well; they messed up the silhouette of your dress anyway. 

“How did I know you were going to be this pretty?” He bent forwards, coming to suckle on your skin once again. Once again, it was a little too close to your core for you to ignore it completely. Your hands shot out, gripping onto his hair as if that would ground you as he sucked another deep purple hickey onto your skin. 

It wasn’t long before he pulled off with a pop and immediately turned his attention to where you wanted him most. He could see you clenching around nothing, your pussy practically begging for him to do something. But you hadn’t told him what to do yet, and so he just sat there, staring at you with an insufferable smirk on his face. 

“Koo,” you whimpered as your desperate hands tried to drag his face closer to your core, “please touch me!”

How could he resist you when you asked so nicely? So he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your swollen clit. It made your body jolt in surprise, but his large hands came to wrap around your hips and pin you down to the bench. He shuffled further forwards so his body was now in between your thighs; there was no way for you to close your legs and escape him now. 

His lips fully closed around the sensitive bud as he began to suck. The cold metal of his piecing added to the whole sensation, driving you absolutely insane. A moan escaped you as he worked, loud and pornographic and you hoped that no one was around to hear it. Jungkook chuckled against your core, never breaking away from you. The vibrations sent another wave of pleasure through you and you slammed your head back against the tile wall, eyes screwed tightly shut. 

It hurt a little but it was nothing compared to what Jungkook was making you feel. The pain soon dulled to nothing, replaced quickly by your unyielding lust for the man on his knees. He switched to using his tongue to flick against your clit and you wondered how much experience he’d had at this for him to be so good. Everything he did, you felt deep inside of you, making you writhe as much as you could in his domineering grip. 

He seemed to find your inability to sit still amusing, smiling to himself as he continued his kitten licks. Either that, or he was just particularly pleased to find himself on his knees for you. You liked the sound of the latter because, although you knew that he was in charge, he was still worshipping you. He was still on the floor giving you everything you could possibly ask for. It made you feel powerful, in a way, even if you were too far gone to do anything about it. You’d just have to let Jungkook take the lead this time; you were sure you’d have your chance again. 

All of a sudden, you felt his wet muscle probing your hole, gently stretching your walls open. He licked at you as if you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, letting out his own grunts and groans as he drank your wetness. His nose was angled so that it bumped your clit every so often, giving you enough stimulation to make you whimper, but not enough to bring you to the edge. He was sick, you thought to yourself as you tried to buck your hips up into his face. It was nothing but a desperate attempt to get more but the hands he had on your hips kept you down. 

You could feel him stretching you open on his tongue, and although you knew that it was but a fraction of his real girth, you were still a little grateful that he gave you something before the real thing. Besides, the way he moved his tongue inside of you felt strangely delightful. The way he could wriggle it, making sure that it scraped against your walls in the most intoxicating ways, made you whimper. If you could speak, you were sure that you’d be begging him for more. You were sure that your words would just be replaced by more moans, though. 

He soon switched to licking at you once more. His tongue danced against your skin in a manner that made your hands tighten in his hair until your knuckles were white. He didn’t seem to want to let up, though, powering through the feeling of your fingers against his skull. There was a determination within him to make you cum on his tongue, and he prided himself in how quickly he seemed to be pushing you to the edge. All it took was a few more seconds of well-placed licks and you were thrown into the depths of pleasure, writhing around as your orgasms rocked through your body.

After a few more seconds, he pulled away. The entire bottom of his face gleamed as the lights hit the wetness that covered his mouth and nose. You half expected him to try and wipe it away with the back of his hand, but the sharkish grin on his face let you know that he actually enjoyed being this dirty. Part of you wanted to know where that shy boy from years ago went. The one that was too shy to look you in the eyes, and blushed a deep red every time your hands accidentally brushed on the tabletop. But deep down, you knew that this was him, and it had been all along. 

“You okay, Sweetheart?” the comforting circles he rubbed onto the plush skin of your hips were such a stark contrast to what was happening only moments prior. He wanted to make sure that he was okay to continue and that you still wanted this. Of course, you did! It’d been such a long time coming that you were pretty sure you’d let him use you in any way he wanted you to, at this point. You nodded at him, but he responded with: “Tell me that you’re okay with your words.”

Just like before, you were unsure if you’d actually be able to get your words out. Your eyes were still shut and your mind was still racing with the memories of his actions from just moments ago. 

“M’good,” you mumbled. 

“That’s good, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your thigh. It was more gentle than anything he’d done all night, and it let you know that he genuinely did care for you. You weren’t just someone he’d been wanting to fuck, but someone he actually liked as a person.

“Now, baby,” he mumbled into your thigh, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Your heart skipped a beat when you realised how beautiful he looked with his pupils blown out and lust swimming through his features. “As much as I’d love to bend you over this bench right here and now, I like to think I’m a gentleman.”

“Oh, yeah?” You teased, slowly coming to your senses again. 

“Do you want to take this back to mine?” Jungkook’s hands had started to wander Firm touches mixed with gentle brushes of his fingertips all up and down your sides. It was distracting, even if it wasn’t meant to be, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to wait until you’d made it back to his. But despite how badly you needed him, the benches were much too uncomfortable to even consider getting fucked on. The last thing you wanted was to end up being bed-bound with back pain for a few days. 

So even though it pained you, in a way, you nodded at him. He responded with a grin, happy in the knowledge that you wanted this just as much as him. He stood, offering you his hand like a gentleman would. You took it, more than happy to let him guide you to his car, drive you to his, and fuck you on any surface he wanted to. You were hoping it would be the bed, but at this point, you were sure you’d take anything. 

“Lead the way, kind sir,” you smiled back at him. 

“My pleasure, Y/N.”

#bts smut #bts fic #bts scenarios #bts oneshots #bangtan smut #bangtan scenarios #bangtan oneshot #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut

[trans-cuchulainn]

your posts about English folk culture being treated as esoteric within England reminded me of a conversation I had with my dad relatively recently. I was complaining about how much I hated doing scottish country dancing in P.E every year in school and he, having grown up in London, mentioned that he never did any kind of folk dancing in school and it really surprised me.

Having an Irish family and growing up in Scotland I just assumed that folk culture would be a big part of national identity in England because it def is in Ireland and scotland. I mean I grew up in the city and I went to a Catholic school where a lot of pupils didn't come from Scottish backgrounds so I'm sure my experience would be different from somebody who grew up in a smaller town or a rural area, but my school still dragged out the girls who could sword dance every year on burns day y'know

Also now I'm wracking my brain trying to remember all the English folk songs I know and realising that it's comparatively few next to the hoard of Scottish, Irish and American folk songs I've accrued over the past 2 decades. That's definitely partially just due to being connected to the cultures those songs come from and that American folk songs are generally quite a bit younger than the scottish & Irish ones, but it's still not something I've ever really thought about

yeah absolutely. it's something england -- and probably urban england and london especially -- has really lost touch with. a lot of my friends and colleagues are irish, and when the topic of things like irish dance comes up, it's always like "oh yeah i did a bit of that as a kid, everyone did" or "yeah i learned the whistle, obviously, but i stopped when i was eight" -- but there'd be no obviously about that here (even when people learn the recorder at school, it's not often trad tunes they're learning to play!)

i don't know if this is to do with the proportion of the population that's urban vs rural in england compared to ireland or scotland (not sure where wales is at with this, they have a strong song tradition but i don't know much about the welsh equiv of trad dance music nor tbh enough about the song tradition to say anything meaningful on the topic), or if it's a "survival of trad culture to spite oppressive dominant cultures" thing so england lost it due to lack of need to defend it, or if it's predominantly a class issue (but that wouldn't wholly explain schools/the national curriculum, particularly at primary level)... i think there's a lot of factors at work

but it's something i do notice because i spend time in those irish-dominated spaces where the attitude towards trad music and dance is so different. but then those are also often irish language communities, so they're specifically irish communities that are interested in their cultural heritage, and maybe that's not representative of the whole country. still, it feels like even people who aren't interested and haven't carried that interest through to adulthood were exposed to it in childhood in a way that many english people weren't because our equivalent traditions have been relegated to this very niche, marginalised (and potentially very rural) status

#sometimes i think i've learned an english folk song but then it turns out it's scottish #it just got written down by an english song collector who got rid of a lot of the more distinctively scottish features #RIP #if i start thinking about how little i know about welsh traditions #i'll get sad again about not knowing any of my dad's family except his brother #a lot of his family was from rhosymedre and llangollen and places like that #i've never even been there although i've been to other parts of wales #i hope to change that this year though. not for Heritage™ reasons but that's a bonus side effect i guess #i need to take a ferry across to ireland so i gotta go to north wales anyway so might as well make a party of it #answered #anonymous #english folk traditions

[challengeanon]

Tamaki Amajiki

2028 backlog part 3. love love

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You weren't a morning person and you probably never will be. You drowsily walked the crowded halls of your school heading to your class. You saw your three best friends talking outside of your classroom as you drew closer. The ray of sunshine, Mirio, Nejire, and the shy Tamaki. You'd never tell Tamaki but you had a huge crush on him and you have since first year. Mirio and Nejire on the other hand had found out one way or the other.

You walked up to them with a smile giving them friendly hugs and placing your hand on Tamaki's shoulder to avoid embarrassing him. With good mornings you all decide to head into the classroom and get ready for class. You were so busy talking and laughing to them that you didn't notice the small folded paper set on your desk. Your name sprawled across the top confirmed that it was in fact meant for you. Nejire urged you to open and read it and she wouldn't let up so you did.

(Y/N),

I think you're really cute and nice and funny and I've liked you for a while. I could never tell you to your face no matter how hard I want you to be mine. You're the best. I admire you from afar your beauty is like that of a rose from the garden of eden. Perfect.

                                      Dearly,

                             Your Secret Admirer

You smiled happily as you read the note aloud a blush creeping onto your face unknowingly. It was from the same person who had given you flowers and chocolates. Your gifts had never had any notes aside from the words "from your secret admirer" so this was new but not unwelcome. As much as you wanted it to be from Tamaki you doubt he'd feel that way about you you had to admit though whoever it was was really cute.

"Oh my god that was so cute!" You said smiling like a fool as Nejire squealed. You heard something gentle hit the wall and Mirio's deep chuckle. Looking over you saw the elf eared boy with his head on the wall; you knew how embarrassment affected him even second hand embarrassment. You hated seeing him like this though so you got up and walked over putting your hand gently on his back.

"Tamaki are you alright?" You asked him softly. He was thankful you couldn't see his face cause then you'd see his fierce blush. He nodded his head slowly signalling you that he's fine you let your hand linger on his warm back before sitting back down. After a little while he rejoined the living and sat down with you guys talking until your teacher came in and told you it was time for class.

Class went by quickly, well it did for you since you were in your head the entire time thinking about who could be your secret admirer. A ring of the bell signalled that it was time for lunch, no complaint from you though. You could feel a slim hand on your shoulder, looking up you saw the face of the one and only Nejire.

"Ok lover girl let's go to lunch we are hungry." She teased playfully causing the four of you to chuckle and head down to the lunch room. In the three years the bustling lunch room has never changed; but that made it easy for you maneuver without issue. After getting your food you head over to your usual table and sit down with your friends.

The second you sit down you can smell the ever so potent takoyaki Tamaki eats every day. It's honestly gotten to the point it doesn't bother you that much anymore which is good you guess?

"So (Y/N)-" Mirio's voice grabbed your attention "-any idea who your secret admirer is? I know how much you like their gifts and how much you want to know." You understood why he was wondering you were all so curious. Something about this conversation made Tamaki uncomfortable though, he looking down his eyes hidden by the black bangs and you could see his face was dusted pink. You couldn't help but smile before averting your attention back to Mirio's question.

"No I really have no idea as much as I want to. You said with a sigh receiving nods from the from him and Nejire. Your conversation continued as you talked about who it could be but none of them made any sense. You conversation was cut relatively short though when an unfamiliar male hesitantly approached your table. The four of you all looked at him questioningly, his eyes scanned each of you taking a shaky breath he calms himself down.

"H-Hado-chan I was uhmm wondering if you'd maybe like to.. Be my V-Valentine tomorrow?" The boy asked nervously. It looked like he was already ready to be rejected. You had completely forgot about tomorrow being Valentine's Day though so you mentally thanked the random boy. He was fidgeting he kind of reminded you of Tamaki at the moment it wa kind of endearing but you had no idea what Nejire would say.

"I would love to be your Valentine!" She said sweetly and excitedly. The nervous boy quickly relaxed with a breathe and smiled thanking her and running off you a group of guys who very supportively cheered and gave him pats in his back. The friendship they were showing warmed your heart making you smile. She turned back to the three of you with a bright smile on her face. Come to find out he was another one of her friends that she'd known for a while.

"So Mirio do you have a Valentine yet?" Nejire questioned the blond boy who's smile was honestly as bright as the sun. You were happy for Nejire getting asked by someone even if the guy like probably wouldn't ask you.

"Yeah, actually I asked her yesterday. I asked the girl I like and she thankfully said yes." He said excitedly and honestly you were happy to know he has a Valentine too. You knew the girl he's talking about she's in one of the general studies classes of your year and she's honestly a sweetheart easy to say you approve. You felt a little silly forgetting about the holiday of love though. Haha oopsies. You weren't in your head long when the question you had been dreading was asked.

"So (Y/N) do you have a Valentine?" Nejire asked leaning her shoulder against yours knowing about your hopeless crush on Tamaki. You couldn't help but groan slightly at the playful smirk that was spread across her lips. You couldn't tell but Tamaki was biting the inside of his cheek he didn't want you to be someone else's Valentine but he wanted you to be happy.

"Eh well no I don't. I actually kinda.. ya know.. forgot tomorrow is Valentine's Day.." You felt your face heat up an embarrassment the confession earning chuckles from your more extroverted friends but a sigh from the oh so introverted Tamaki. He wouldn't admit it but no only was he relieved but he found it cute. You couldn't help but laugh with them though.

"H-hey guys.. I uhh I have to uhh go and we'll do something. So I'll meet you b-back at the classroom o-ok?" He asked gaining confused nods from us reassuring him that we understood. It was odd for him to go off on his own like this but we respected him enough to not press him for answers.

After the three of you finished you all got up and headed back to the classroom. The halls seemed a little more empty with there only being three of you but you know Tamaki had something he had to do. The walk was fun the three of you joking and talking about their valentines on your way to the classroom the closer you got you saw a figure just walk in. You guys sped up your pace hoping it was Tamaki. Turning the corner into the room you saw that there were multiple people in the room, Tamaki included, so you didn't know exactly who it was but once you noticed it you didn't care as much.

You saw something on your desk. Walking up to it your three best friends trailing closely behind you you notice it's a flower on a piece of paper. All the paper says is 'from your secret admirer'. You couldn't help but smile as the delicate flower cradled in your hands. Your eyes scanned the room but no one was looking at you aside from your friends. You couldn't help but feel a little sad still not knowing who was flattering you so.

Your slight disappointment must have been noticeable because when you looked back at your friends they had concerned expressions on their faces.

"Hey (Y/N) is everything alright?" You heard a concerned Mirio ask you quietly. You didn't mean to look so sad you absolutely loved the delicate pink flower you just really wanted to know who it was. You smiled again.

"Yeah of course! I love the flower it's beautiful I was just.. hoping to see the person who gave it me ya know?" You felt bad for worrying them but you felt better when you saw the three of them smile and nod understandingly. Each of them looked relieved and smiling happily. We talked for a while until the teacher came in and they say in their seats. All through the rest of class the flower never left your desk your mind never wandering from from your secret admirer or the hope you felt that it was actually Tamaki. Once class was over the four of you walked to the dorms together you and Nejire having plans to study and just hang out and talk, not much different than usual.

"So, do you think your secret admirer will ask you to be their valentine tomorrow?" Nejire asked cheekily. You threw a pillow at her in response a nonverbal 'no shut up' if you will. The two of you just laughed and laughed even though you both knew you wanted the answer to be yes. Then she said it. The dreaded sentence. You'd never know it but Mirio asked a similar question to a certain shy boy.

"What would you do if your secret admirer was Tamaki?" She asked smiling only a little. She was serious and you hated to admit it you had no idea what you'd do. You knew he was shy and terrified of that kind of thing so if you did find out it actually was him you couldn't tell him.

"I don't know what I'd do but let's be real he doesn't like me Nejire-chan." You stated sadly you really wanted him to be it but he's not that good with that kind of emotion. Not to mention you guys were such close friends that's all he sees you as and you accepted that. Going back to studying you two studied hero laws for another ten minutes before getting tired and the left to go to her dorm. It wasn't long until you went bed yourself a happy sigh escaping your throat as your eyes slowly closed.

The next morning you woke up to your alarm. Rolling out of bed you sleepily took a shower. After getting dressed in your school uniform you looked in the mirror wishing yourself a happy Valentine's Day and left grabbing your phone, bag, and a granola bar on your way out. You had finished your granola bar before you got out of the dorms thankfully you threw it away in one of the many trash bins on your way. You decided to head straight to your classroom even though you were a little earlier than usual. Through the hallways you saw both couples being lovey dovey and the single friends watching them annoyed alike. Nodding to those you know as you walk past.

The door to your classroom was open meaning someone is in there, or was and they forgot to close it behind them. You walked up to the door slowly hoping to not see a couple making out. As you peak in you see Tamaki smiling you're about to say something until you notice what he's doing. He's putting something on your desk. Walking closer you notice its a thing of chocolates and a note. You smile blushing dark noticing he's not looking at the note out of curiosity he's writing the note.

"T-Tamaki?" You asked softly trying your best not to startle him too much but that didn't work. You heard the pencil drop onto the desk as he froze completely. You quickly slif the door making sure there was no audience so you could talk to him without him freezing even more. He turned around a mortified look on his red face.

"Oh no. I-I uhh I can ex-explain! I-I'm so sorry... You-You weren't supposed to-to... " he stuttered before walking over and placing his forehead against the wall. He couldn't help but think about how disappointed you are to find out its him. You probably hate him now. He couldn't go near you ever again. You were probably mad at him for this. He could never show his face around you again. He could feel a few tears slip out of his eyes and down his cheeks. He messed up and he knew it. He hated himself for it.

You slowly and carefully walked towards him the smile not leaving your face. You put your hands gently on his back being sure to go as slow as possible. He's like a cat at this moment you have to go slow or there may be less than savory consequences.

"Tamaki... Are you my secret admirer?" You asked him your voice softer than your touch. Hoping he said yes. He nodded barely noticeable and you could hear your heart speed up. Slowly you slide your hands from his back to his shoulders. You can feel him tense up even more his breathing hitching oddly. Is he... crying? You slowly turned him around to face you instead of the wall. He was in fact crying softly and you could feel your heart ache. You can't stop yourself and you pulled him into a hug burying your head into the space just beneath his shoulder.

He didn't hug back at first his brain needed a moment to comprehend what was happening. After a moment he wrap his arms around you holding you close resting his head on yours. You stood like that for what felt like an eternity before you both pull away his hands never leaving your body longing for your warmth. Your touch. You looked at him his face beet red a couple tears still wet on his face. Slowly you lift your hands and wipe away his tears smiling softly the entire time before placing your hands around his neck you bodies still pressed against each other. You could see a smile peak through his fear and embarrassment. You leaned up placing a tender hips on his lips. It was too long until he began kissing back completely in sync.

Pulling away you smiled at him and walked over to your desk grabbing a small chocolate.

"Tamaki. Will you be my Valentine and my boyfriend?" You said gently and he walked up to you hesitantly his brain going 30,000 miles a minute. With a shy nod he smiled and you could feel your heart flutter as you popped the small chocolate into your mouth. Mmmm. It was so good. Letting the chocolate melt slowly you kisses him again. He could taste the chocolate in your kiss and he couldn't complain at all about what was going on. Neither of you could. That was until you both heard cheers coming from your classmates who walked in on you two kissing. You both quickly pulled away embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his neck as everyone came up to two and started asking questions. It was embarrassing no doubt but you felt better the second you felt his strong arm wrap around your waist. Best Valentine's Day ever.

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[iwaizumisbabe]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG; Kyōtani K.

NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST

← HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

→ in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows

→ Kyōtani Kentarō x fem!Reader

→ fluff af

→ 0.9k

You were really happy to finally be in high school. Middle school was an ordeal, especially with all the childish boys there.

You really hoped that it would be better here, especially because the Aoba Jōsai was a private school and you had to take an exam in order to be accepted here.

The first week was more stressful than anything. The election of class representative, which you won with your classmate Ryo and all the tasks associated with this position took up a lot of time.

You also wanted to use the first week to make new friends. The groups formed around this time and the girls in your classes seemed nice.

You haven't found a club yet, this week you'll be making inquiries at the volleyball club as a manager and if that doesn't work, then you wouldn't go to a club this year and concentrate more on your grades.

The second week of the school year was almost over. You swept the classroom properly with the other class representative Ryo, who wiped the blackboard and then watered the flowers.

It all happened in silence because you didn't really get along with the boy. He was weird, popular, but you weren't really comfortable with him.

His red hair and dark eyes intimidated you. You cursed yourself for your prejudice thinking, but what should you do? You couldn't turn it off.

After ten minutes you were ready, you reached for your bag and whispered a goodbye.

With faster steps you ran to the ground floor to change your shoes there. Meanwhile you checked your phone. The time flashed in white numbers.

You slowly strolled towards the gym of your school. From a distance you could see the bright light and hear the loud bangs.

Arrived at the door of this one, you watched as the boys were playing three against three in several groups.

You stood there for a few minutes, unsure whether or not to go in and wait inside. Then Iwaizumi spotted you and went to Oikawa to whisper something in his ear, which made him turn around and look at you.

»Send your fangirl away. It's getting really annoying«, you didn't hear it because of the ball that just hit the ground.

The brown-haired man jogged towards you with a smile on his face. You looked at him confused.

»Hello sweetheart, it's really nice that you are here to watch me, but today is spectator-free practice so you had to go. I'm sorry, but I'll keep a seat in the front row for you next time«, he leaned against the door frame and winked at you.

»Sorry but who are you?«

Now you understood why Kentaro hated him so much. Of course you knew the great Oikawa, most of the girls didn't speak of anyone else.

So far you thought he was okay, thought that your boyfriend was probably exaggerating, but now you knew that he was at least a little right.

Which person ran up to a strange girl and assumed that she was into him and found him incredibly hot.

Oikawa's smile broke a little, but he kept playing: »That's cute, but you don't have to pretend you don't know who I am to get my attention.«

He was getting really rude and you started arguing with him; you wouldn't let him get away with this

You got louder and louder and sentences like "You are the only one who thinks that you're attractive" or "Don't touch me, perv" were said of you. Iwaizumi turned to look at you and couldn't help but laugh.

In the next moment a ball hit the captain's head, who almost overturned due to the force of the ball.

»Iwa-chan~ So mean! What was that about?!«, Oikawa asked, rubbing the back of his head that was sore.

»I didn't do anything this time, Shittykawa. But you deserved it!«, he shouted, looking in the direction of the culprit; Mad Dog.

»What was that about, you little ba-«, the voice of the brown-haired man was drowned out by yours, »Kentarō!«, you screamed and ran to your boyfriend, who took you right into his arms.

»Hey, Babe. What was going on there?«, he asked, looking down at you.

»That guy over there is crazy. He thought I was stalking him«, you whispered, loud enough for some of the players to hear; they started laughing. That made the third year grumble.

»I told you he was an asshole«, it came confidently from your boyfriend. Unfortunately you have to agree to this; he had said it often enough.

»Do you think I can stay anyway? Although nobody is allowed to watch today...«, Kyōtani pulled away from you to turn to look at the ace.

»Can she stay, Iwaizumi-kun?«, the second year asked politely. After all, Hajime was the only one he accepted in this club.

»Since the rule was actually only introduced for Oikawa's fangirls, that shouldn't be a problem. Take a seat in the stands-«

»(L/n); my name is (l/n) (y/n)«, you helped him out.

»Take a seat in the stands, (l/n)-chan. I'm Iwaizumi Haijime, the vice captain«, he said.

»I know...«, it came out of your mouth, »Thank you for letting me stay!«, you quickly got up on your toes to kiss Ken on the cheek before waiting on the side of the field for him to finish training.

Your action made his face warm and red, which made the whole team grin. They hadn't seen this side of Mad Dog before. So calm, sweet- and red.

2022 | @iwaizumisbabe

IT'S NOT ALLOWED TO COPY/REPOST/TRANSLATE MY WORKS ON OTHER PLATFORMS!

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[mod-kyoko]

Can I get a fluff prompt for Mikan and Maki (seperate) where she gets confessed to by her shy Classmate reader that she likes but was under the mistaken impression that he hated her when in reality he was absolutely smitten with her

mikan and maki getting confessed to by shy!male!reader!

info: male!reader, light mentions of bullying

type: hc format, non-despair au

a/n: love these girls so much

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mikan tsumiki

what a clusterfuck

you are both extremely shy

and you both like each other

you always hated how mikan was treated by the others, but you were never quite strong enough to defend her

she must think you're such a wimp! a terrible person! what kind of person doesn't defend a girl?

mikan, as usual, thinks you despise her which she thinks for most of her classmates

however, it hurts more because she genuinely wants to get closer to you, she's just too scared to approach you in fear that'll she will be rejected

...you felt the exact same

your other classmates are not stupid and notice the shy romantic tension between you

kazuichi actually approaches you and tells you to shoot your shot, even though you kept denying the fact you had a crush on mikan

don't worry kaz is here for you, he's such a bro

one afternoon, classes were over - you and kazuichi hung out in the school courtyard

you both see mikan tottering to the dorm buildings and kazuichi immediately (gently) shoves you towards her despite your protests

"u-uhm... can I help you, y/n..?" mikan was standing right in front of you, when you looked behind you, kazuichi was gone

fuck it

"uhm... hi, mikan... uh..." you had no idea where to even start... so you just blurted it out "I-I really like you! I... I've liked you for awhile..."

she thought you were joking, she even looked around cautiously to see if there was hiyoko or someone near by filming her

regardless she was blushing bright red

"m-me...? but I'm just a klutzy, pile of trashy waste... how c-could you like me..?"

you started to tear up from her words, how could she say that?!

"not at a-all! don't think that way, mikan... you're s-so helpful! even when p-people are mean to you... you always help them... and... you're so beautiful, I-I always feel better on the inside when you're near me... don't think y-you're trash! because you're not..."

mikan immediately starts bawling her eyes out at your kind words

she admits her own feelings for you in a very 'mikan' sort of way

tearfully, you ask her if they could go for ice cream which she agrees with a happy giggle

you two start dating not long after... your fellow classmates (except some obvious ones) think you're the cutest couple ever

maki harukawa

why did she have to fall for you... of all people, she falls for the complete opposite of what she is

you were a shy, sweet guy that wouldn't harm a fly even if he tried

and she was a cold, calculating and violent individual, not exactly a match made in heaven

you weren't an idiot like the others and you never actually did anything to bother her, although you were shy she found you easy to talk to

but that's probably because you're busy listening to her voice half the time...

however, she hasn't confessed her feelings at all because first of all, she's not really good at 'expressing' feelings...

second of all, she didn't even fathom that you liked her at all

yes you let her talk to you but she imagined that you were scared of her and just did it because you felt that you had to

a lot of the other classmates didn't like her because of how she is, why should you?

truth be told, you were absolutely in love with her

she is incredibly pretty, even when her expression is either blank or full of murderous intent

you can't help but find her coldness... attractive? there was just something about it that made you feel a funny way when she calmly insults kokichi for the 999th time or threatens to kill others that annoy her

is that a simp I hear?

you approached shuichi and kaito one day during lunch, since they were maki's closest friends, to get some advice on how to... approach the girl

of course they were both a little worried for you, shuichi especially

but kaito gave you the best advice he could, something about 'puff your chest out!' and 'be confident in the face of the bear!', not great stuff

either way you took his advice as best you can, catching maki when she was alone

"uhm... maki..?" you tapped your index fingers together

"y/n?" maki looked a little surprised that you were talking to her first "what is it?"

"ah.. uhm... I... I really like you... in a romantic sense- I understand if you... you don't like me that way too..."

maki's eyes widened, staring at you completely dumbfounded, then shaking her head

"you're stupid... you like me? do you want to die?" "why the hell do you even like me? you barely know me."

"y-yes! I know b-but.. I like that about you.. I-I like the mystery you have... and... you're really pretty.. your voice is really calming... I like listening to you..."

little makiroll began to blush, starting to fidget with her twintails. was she dreaming?

"you're just plain stupid..." she sighed, her eyes glued to the ground. "but... I like you too."

you and maki sat on the bench together for awhile, just talking casually. you even made her smile

it started slowly, but you and her got together as a couple. if you had any bullies for your shyness... they're not a problem anymore

⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡

-Mod Kirumi

actually crying rn

#mod kirumi #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #goodbye despair #v3 killing harmony #mikan tsumiki #mikan x reader #maki haruwaka #maki x reader

[orange-ghost]

I think I'm the only New Yorker who doesn't hate the subway.

Don't get me wrong-- the people on here can be nuts. The delays suck. And it can be dangerous. But at the same time, they're a great spot for people-watching? And I think growing up on them taught me a lot.

When I was 13, I noticed that a lot of my peers didn't like who they saw in the mirror. They'd always talk about how social media made them feel ugly, or bad about this, that or the third. I never understood. The way I saw it, people just... looked how they looked. Pictures didn't mean we all had to be that way, too. Not to me, at least.

I was also attending a visual arts high school at the time, and I noticed a lot of students' artwork on the walls. Some of them I really liked. Others, I didn't really lock them into my memory.

So I made up a game for my one-hour commute: every day, I have to look at everybody I see around me, and just notice something them that I thought looked nice or unique. No judgments, no oogling or negative comments, that's against the rules. Just... notice. And I always found something. Didn't even have to force it; it was easy.

Pretty black hair. Hooked noses. Smile-lines. Nicely-trimmed beards. A cane with stickers on them. Intimidating leather jackets. Glasses I wanted. Stretch marks. Deep brown eyes. Cool dreads.

It made me actually notice how diverse we all were. Like, damn, we really are built different, huh.

While I was doing this, I'd also take brief notes on what they were doing. Most just sat around thinking about whatever, but sometimes I saw friend groups talking. Married couples with kids. Solo riders holding poles with an engagement-ringed hand.

Strangers who I found especially beautiful often rode the rails alone? Like this 20-30-something guy with a short black ponytail & a leather jacket that I never saw again. Or this chubby light-skinned girl who was about my age-- had long, unkempt curls, glasses, and a bunch of Studio Ghibli pins on her bag. (I saw her all the time and always thought she was really cute, but never chatted her up because I'm a coward.)

And the strangers who didn't stick out to me, they often had people who loved them. Some were married, or at least engaged, or there with a girlfriend. Some had biiiig groups of friends who I could tell in that moment probably knew & cared about them deeply. And a bunch of them were alone here, but easily could've had somebody waiting for them at home, yk? Or friends & family they were on their way to see.

And why wouldn't they? Beauty is skin-deep and subjective, in the eye of the beholder. And to see that, all I had to do was just... look around. These people probably weren't models. Or social media influencers. And other people still liked 'em.

We're not supposed to be the same. That's part of the fun of living. And we're not supposed to all fit in some weird standard box. Especially one that can't even make up its mind. I remember as a toddler & a small kid, the TV would drone on and on about needing to be thin.. But now that it was 2017, I was seeing and hearing people drool over BBWs or whatever the word was. And I figured there were more important things in life than trying to fit a swaying box that's just gonna drop you in ten years, anyway.

All subjective. Kinda like the artwork that I would see on the walls.

Some of it fascinated me. Some of it didn't. And I wasn't the only one-- my other friends found themselves captivated by different pieces, ones that I didn't think much about. They probably saw things that I didn't. And none of us had a say over how much they're worth, or how much they meant to somebody.

I'm really glad I made up that game back in the day. I think it helped it helped me maintain a good body image, and deconstruct some biases I'd been taught. It also showed me that it's really easy to just... not judge people. Closemindedness is a choice. And it's a pretty easy one to persist past & overcome.

Man. I miss those train people now. I hope that they're all doing well. Wherever they may have gone.

#nyc #nyclife #nyc life #memories #new york city #thoughts #mental health #body image #my writing #writing #memoir #new york #ny #nyc subway #subway #subway creatures #brooklyn #manhattan #diversity #beauty standards #beauty

[adaptacy]

Southern Nights

Nothin' here but fluff, a bit (a lot) of Sonny x Leland, and good vibes. maybe a tiny drop of bitter-sweetness and angst between the lines but mostly just a cute fluff quick write to bandage my heart cause I love these idiots so much. <3

| Southern Nights - Glen Campbell | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

─── ☆。*。☆。･ ｡ﾟ *. ☽ .* . ☆。*。☆. ───

𝕋he air was filled with some sense of electricity to join the smell of campfire smoke, a light aroma of beer, and gentle laughter. A group of close friends sat gathered around an orange fire, two on a log, two in their own fold-up chairs, and one knelt by the flames, poking at it with a metal rod.

"I can't believe he kept it up for two whole years," a girl laughed, brushing her brown hair over her shoulder.

"Right? You would've thought his voice got tired after the first few months," a boy responded, chuckling along with her as he took a sip from his can of beer. Sure, they weren't quite old enough to be drinking, but there wasn't anyone else here to get them in trouble, and they certainly wouldn't tattle on each other.

"I'm gonna miss him," another girl spoke up, popping a marshmallow in her mouth. She chewed, and then shrugged, swallowing. "Hated history, but he was a good teacher. Made it way more interesting," she continued, and a few of the other kids nodded along with her.

"I bet we'll have all kinds of cool teachers in college, though," another girl added, biting the inside of her lip as she thought.

"Just sucks we won't have each other," the brown-haired boy by the fire commented, leaning back and sitting on the ground next to the only other male in the circle, who sat in his plastic and fabric camping chair.

"We'll still stay in contact," the first girl reassured, setting her can of beer in the dirt next to the log. "At least you and Connie are going to the same college." Ana, the girl speaking, motioned between the boy on the ground and an orange-haired girl on the log next to her.

"Yeah, but UT is a huge school. We may not even run into each other. And what about you guys? Have you guys been accepted into any yet?" Connie asked, looking around the group.

"I got into USC," the boy in the chair replied, and Leland glanced up at him, though he lacked a smile. After a moment of thought, he lowered his head again, taking a long sip of his beer.

"I'm waiting on something back from RIC, and the University of North Dakota," Ana replied, and Julie chuckled.

"You're gonna be freezing all the time if you go to UND," Julie reminded, shaking her head. "I couldn't imagine. I got accepted into UF, so I won't be too far, at least."

"You guys think you're gonna come back to Texas after college?" Leland asked, scooting a little closer to Sonny, the boy in the chair next to him.

"Definitely," Julie answered. Sonny and Ana exchanged a glance, and Ana spoke first.

"I don't know, actually. Maria wants to live somewhere more northern. She likes the cold. I don't really wanna be too far from her," she shrugged, and the group gave a few nods, understanding how close Ana and her sister were. Wherever Maria went, Ana was sure to follow. They'd been that way for as long as Ana could remember.

Leland gently nudged Sonny's ankle, and he looked down at him, a small smile on his face. "I'll probably come back to visit. My entire family is here, anyways." He looked back up to the rest of the group, pausing for a moment as he thought. "We should make plans to all visit for the holidays though. That way we don't risk losing contact," he suggested. Leland immediately nodded.

"I'm sure we can make that work. Probably sometime during the summers too, right?" Ana asked, and the two other girls nodded at her.

Connie popped another marshmallow in her mouth, looking around the serene campsite. "You think there's gonna be a lot of parties in college?"

Leland chuckled. "I'd hope so."

"Probably, that's what everyone says it's like. Parties and alcohol and stuff. I don't know how fun they'd really be, though. I've heard some bad stories about them," Ana murmured, reaching a hand out towards Connie and curling her fingers in.

Connie handed the girl a marshmallow, and Ana slid it onto a short metal point before she hovered the tool over the flames, watching as the treat bubbled and grew an appetizing golden crust. "I think we should all make a pact to try at least three parties. Then we can all share our stories and stuff when we hang out again," she proposed.

"I'm going to a lot more than three parties," Leland laughed, and Sonny nudged him, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, right. Let me guess, you'll be the keg-stand master?" Sonny teased, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, obviously. Gotta impress the chicks," Leland responded, laughing still.

"You can barely handle a can of beer, there's no way," Julie cut in, shaking her head at his cockiness.

"Well, next time you visit, I guess I'll just have to prove it. Just give me some time to warm up my skills," he replied, holding up and arm and flexing his muscles. "Gonna be football n' beer. Ain't that what college is all about?"

"And getting a degree, Mr. Scholarship," Connie commented, earning a shrug from Leland as he lowered his arm. "Seriously, you know you can lose those if you don't commit to them, right?"

"What? No you can't. That wouldn't even make any sense. I already proved myself," Leland scoffed.

"They're paying thousands of dollars for you. I think that definitely makes sense. It's like being kicked out of someone's place for not cleaning up after yourself," Ana added, retracting her marshmallow and tapping it to test it's temperature.

"If you're paying rent, you should be able to do whatever you want," Leland murmured.

"Yeah, but you're not paying rent, dummy. That scholarship is. So make it count," Sonny hummed, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the sky. "I can't wait to live on my own."

"Me too," the rest of the group chimed in simultaneously, giggling at their harmony. Julie yawned, stretching her arms up.

"I'm exhausted. Isn't it about time for bed?" She asked, and the two other girls nodded.

"Speak for yourselves. I've got plenty of energy." Leland shook his head, finishing off his beer as he tossed his head back to get the last drop.

"Well, I'm going to bed. Babes, y'all with me?" Julie asked, standing up out of her chair, and Connie rose as well. Ana pulled her marshmallow off of the stick and popped it into her mouth, nodding and standing as well.

"Since you're so energetic, you can put the fire out," Ana teased.

"Oh, how generous," Leland groaned, pulling himself to his feet.

"Sonny? You comin'?" Connie asked, tilting her head at him.

"Nah, I'm good for a little while longer. Might as well stay out here and keep Leland company. Don't want him getting scared," Sonny yawned, shrugging.

"Or even worse, lonely," Julie teased, winking at Sonny as the girls turned around and retreated back to their tents. Sonny blinked, pretending that he didn't catch on to the wink, and he leaned forward onto his knees, watching as Leland analyzed the fire.

Once they were alone, Leland stood, looking over at a long lake down the hill. They'd picked a fantastic spot to set up camp, and this was their final night of their six-day camping trip. It had been just as fun as the past six years that he'd known the group, filled with laughter and pranks and stupid teenager decisions.

But the end of the camping trip was the end of those six years, too. They all knew it. They were moving on, going to college, going to be adults in an adult world doing adult things. They weren't dumb kids just doing dumb kid things anymore. They'd have responsibilities, and families, and bills.

"Wanna go sit on the dock?" Sonny asked, and Leland looked back at him.

"Sure," he replied. Sonny stood, glancing over at the tent that the girls were in before heading down the small hill with Leland. They walked out on a thin but long wooden dock over the lake, and Sonny stepped out of his shoes as he took a seat, his feet dipping into the cool water beneath.

Leland did the same, sitting next to Sonny. After two minutes of nothing but the sound of crickets and gentle water movements, Leland scooted closer to Sonny, their fingers silently intertwining. The brunette leaned his head on Sonny's shoulder, and he received a gentle squeeze of his hand.

Leland didn't need to say anything. Neither of them did. They just watched the water, watched the reflections of fireflies, watched the breeze ruffle the grass on the river bank.

After a few more minutes, Leland finally decided he wanted to say something. "You'll visit?"

"I will," Sonny reassured, his chin resting against the head on his shoulder.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do," Leland whispered.

Sonny let out a quiet sigh, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, gently rubbing his upper arm in an attempt to comfort him. "Whatever happened to impressing the chicks?" Sonny chuckled softly, and Leland cracked a smile.

"How could I forget," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was silence for a little while longer, and Sonny planted a kiss on Leland's head. The action earned a small frown from Leland, and he suddenly turned, wrapping his arms around Sonny and leaning into his chest. Sonny hugged him back, closing his eyes. He could feel how tense Leland's muscles were, and Sonny quietly shushed him, which only caused him to let out a single audible whine, though his muscles did relax.

Sonny didn't say anything for a while, didn't call Leland out on the way his shoulders flinched every few seconds, or the small gasps he took in as he tried to silence his crying.

After a bit, Sonny gently pulled Leland away from his chest, one hand on his shoulder and the other cupping the right side of his jaw. Leland's eyes were a bit red, and Sonny merely watched him.

With a sniffle, Leland whispered out a weak "I love you, Williams."

Sonny smiled, bringing his thumb up and wiping the other boy's cheek free of a loose wandering tear. "I love you too, Mckinney," he said back, pulling the brunette into a tight hug once more.

#oh my god im gonna cry at my own writing #i LOVE them im so mad they go thru so much shit canonically #leland mckinney #julie crawford #Ana Flores #connie taylor #tcm #Sonny williams #Leland mckinney x Sonny Williams #tcm fluff #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #homoromantic fluff #adapting to leland mckinney #adapting to sonny williams

[ippid]

Finding Passion - Kylian Mbappé

Chapter – 1

It was getting harder for me to pretend my joints weren't killing me, and I had to actually drag myself out of bed. I always wake up early because I'm motivated the day before to work out, and then I lay in my bed for what feels like seconds but is actually an hour or three. It's a bad habit I'm trying to get rid of without the trying part.

Meaning, I'm thinking about how much I need to do it and then actually not doing it.

Also, a bad habit.

Lately, I've been feeling more and more restless. I'm 19 years old, and I feel like I'm dead inside.

I'm not depressed or anything. Don't have any crazy stories to tell. I don't have any character-building traumas in my past or anything that would make me a person of interest in the slightest. But I'm feeling dead inside because my life is just so damn boring. Nothing ever happens, and I'm living in this stupid cycle where I feel like I'm never moving forward. I'm not accomplishing anything special in life, and I'm not making any crazy money either. I still live at home with my parents, and I've quit two of my previous attempts at college.

My parents are definitely disappointed in a failure like me. I just know it. I know my parents love me a lot, and they treat me well and support me and everything, but I can just tell they're disappointed because I'm not doing anything with my life.

I never wanted to be this way, but I can't help it. Not only that, but I see everyone around me moving forward with their lives. Buying cars and getting their degrees and jobs. I can see everybody enjoying life and then there's me who is just stuck in one place.

As I said, I can't help it. I get distracted easily and I lose motivation fast. The only thing I do basically all day long is search the internet for fan fiction and other interesting stuff that holds my attention but doesn't benefit me in any way. Or listen to music.

It wasn't always like this, though. Back in high school, I was still good. Everything was fine. I didn't have to do much for a good grade, and I knew I was a smart girl. I was good at a lot of things. Math, science, physics, languages, you name it and I could do it without having to kill myself to understand all the information. I was very proud of this fact, to be honest. I thought I was good and wouldn't really struggle much when I graduated.

That was a lie.

After I graduated and applied for college, I thought I would be interested in becoming an Architect. So I signed up and because it was the first year that everybody had to deal with Covid-19, the courses were hectic and everything became too much, too fast, and I couldn't keep up. I had always hated online learning anyway. The information just doesn't register. It feels like I'm watching a tutorial instead of a lecture. I kept putting things off and in the end, I missed the deadlines and felt like I couldn't do it anymore.

So I dropped out.

I lost interest, and I didn't think it was worth fighting for something I was probably not even going to enjoy doing in the future.

Back then, I didn't stress much. I was freshly 18, and I felt like I was still young, and I could explore my interests better.

So I signed up for a different field of study. I went and decided I could probably handle ICT. Wanted to become a software engineer, so I could make a lot of money and travel without having to go to work every day from 9 to 5. I thought it was a great idea and I would probably be able to do it.

I guess not.

Like the time before, these were still online courses and the material was just too complex for me to understand anything on a deeper level without real face-to-face explanations.

I realized some things then.

1. I don't do good without confrontation. In high school, I went to class and the teacher called you out if you had to answer something, and you just had to know these things if you didn't want to look like a dumb fool. So you studied and took in the information that was provided for you and everything was just easy. Here, you don't have anybody coddling you. You have to do everything yourself, and I am very bad at that. I always think I have more time than I actually do and end up procrastinating so much that I actually miss the damn deadlines.

2. I can't do something I'm not interested in because I will never find the motivation to actually research and do everything that is necessary to pass these college courses when I'm not even interested.

3. I really, really needed to search and find what I wanted to do, and what interests me because I can't keep starting up an education and then dropping out.

Not only that, but I think I will end up actually killing my parents if I do that. My mom's been feeling sick lately. Burnt out and tired. They had me pretty late, and my parents are definitely getting old. So I feel like every time I do something to upset them, or don't do something, I suppose, it weighs them down way more than it normally would or should.

Even with these realizations, I haven't gotten really far.

I just know I don't want a job where I need to think overly much and do paperwork all day. I want something creative and fun with variety. Something I won't get tired of. Something with lots of opportunities and where I can learn more without it feeling like a damn burden.

I've always been good at crafting, drawing, and fixing stuff. I like that a lot, so I've thought about doing something in that area, but I still have no clue what. I wanted to try photography. That's also something I'm very interested in since I've always been the designated photographer for people. But if I do that, then I want to be a photographer for sports or idols. Preferably, for K-pop idols. One of the things I enjoy the most.

I wasn't going to come to a decision right now, though, so I would just have to get up and try to help my mom in the house.

I never actually go outside if I don't have to. My parents have tried to get me to go out, so I could do something, but it's always a temporary thing, and it rarely comes from me personally. So I try to at least help as much as I can around the house.

I've never been a party animal. In fact, I've never been to any parties before, except maybe in middle school a couple of times. I have 2 or 3 friends that I snap with occasionally and one best friend who I almost never see.

I finally drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before anything else.

My hair is a mess, and I try to rectify that with a bit of water after removing it from the bun it was supposed to be in and retying it in a ponytail. It always looks short. My hair doesn't grow fast and with it being so curly, I never really notice any differences in length unless I straighten my hair.

After I'm done with that, I tidy up my room a bit and head downstairs to greet my parents. I find my mom in the kitchen making coffee and my dad sitting at the table with some toast and a newspaper in front of him.

I know, and I told you, my parents are old. I greet him and walk up to my mom to kiss her on the cheek. ''Good morning mom.''

''Good morning sweetheart.'' My mom says, smiling at me. That's new, she's not usually smiling this early in the morning. ''What's up mom?'' I say. ''Why are you smiling like that?''

She brings the coffee to the table and sits down next to my dad before turning to me. "We have something to tell you, honey."

Okay, now I'm even more curious. ''We're going to go on a little vacation, and we want you to come with us.'' Oh. Well, I wasn't expecting that, but I'm definitely not complaining. ''Wow, mom, where to?'' I ask ''And how long?''

''Well, we were thinking about going to Paris for a week. It's not that far from here, so we don't have to go by plane. We can take the train.'' She said. I thought about it for a second while taking a seat at the table.

Like I said before, I never really go out and have fun, but I did always have the desire to travel. We live in the Netherlands, Amsterdam, and I have never been to Paris before. Which is crazy. I heard amazing things about Paris, of course. And it didn't hurt that a lot of people moved there for their studies, so maybe with this little vacation, I can at least find some inspiration as to what I want to do in life.

With that, I made up my mind. ''That's great mom! I've always wanted to go there.'' I say ''When are we leaving?''

My parents look at each other and smile. I could see I made them happy with my enthusiastic answer. They've been a bit more insistent that I have fun in the last couple of weeks. So my agreement is probably a relief for them. I can feel that familiar pang of guilt again. They really do deserve so much better than me. I've got to get my shit together.

I try not to let it get to me while I wait to hear when we're leaving.

My dad is the one that answers after looking over at me, ''We're leaving early in the morning this coming Friday, and we'll stay there for 8 nights. We'll return Saturday evening. Make sure you're packed and ready to go on Thursday, kiddo.'' Wow, I hadn't thought we'd be leaving so soon.

It's Tuesday today, so I don't have much time left till we leave. But that doesn't even matter because it's not like I take forever to get ready. I only have to pack clothes.

The more I think about it the more excited I become. I smile to myself and look over at my parents ''Alright, I'm really excited about this! I'm going to let Jess know!'' I say while getting up, ready to run back to my room and phone, so I could text my best friend to let her know.

''Not so fast kiddo, breakfast first!'' My dad says, making me turn around and sit back down quickly.

My parents laugh while I speed through my breakfast, and once I'm done, I quickly kiss both of them on the cheek before sprinting upstairs, ready to tell Jess the news.

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A/N

Word count :  1875 words

#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian x reader #paris saint germain #mbappe psg #football #soccer #football x reader #paris #kylian mbappe imagine #imagine #x reader #kyky #kyks

[just-a-fuegoleon-fangirl]

Hey! I was wondering what kind of students you think the captains + mereo + julius + damnatio were at school? Thanks!

Hi anon ! Sorry for the delay I was pretty busy lately with all the exams I have to prepare 😅.

What kind of students were they?

Nozel

The smart but quiet kid. He was probably homeschooled since he's a royal but if he was with other students he would just isolate himself from the rest because he hates loud people and a classroom is full of that type of students. He had good grades without studying much.

Rill

The dreamer. He just didn't pay attention or couldn't pay attention I should say. He has the vibes of a very distracted person who can't focus on one thing. He didn't have bad grades but he had to study a lot more to make up for his moments of inattention.

Charlotte

The serious one. She was hard working and always doing her best take ger parents proud of her. Was probably the class leader and was always early. She had good grades.

Dorothy

The sleeper. Girl just didn't pay attention and didn't even try to. All she would do was sleep, she seems to not even care about school. She was surprisingly an average student despite all of her improvised naps.

Jack

LOUD LOUD LOUD. Man was the teachers worst nightmare. He was turbulent, wouldn't pay attention and was a little bit of a brat actually. He used to lift his hand to answer to a question and PURPOSELY say something dumb. I won't even talk about his grades he didn't care enough about school to study at all.

Yami

CEO of not giving a fuck or just Slacker. Julius was his teacher but bro didn't even listen to him. It just depended on his mood if he wanted to pay attention or not. Sometimes he would actually listen and try but the rest of the time he just takes a nap while Julius isn't looking instead of doing his exercises. He had good grades sometimes when he took time to study.

William

The clueless quiet kid. He was a little bit of an airhead when he was younger but he had the will to be a better student. He didn't talk much except to ask questions. He always tried to make everything clear so yeah he asked questions. Billions of questions, many with already-discussed answers but he actually tried. He was an average student who occasionally had very good grades.

Fuegoleon

The smart kid/The model student . ( I think he was also, as a royal, homeschooled but let's imagine he wasn't). Always had good grades. Surprisingly many other students didn't like him because they thought of him as a pretentious person who always brags while he wasn't. He was (and still is) just a little clumsy while talking to others, VERY socially awkward and rather an introvert. The teachers didn't help by always praising him in public and saying that the others should be more like him. Hence he didn't have many friends.

Mereoleona

Miss Idgaf. She just .... didn't care and was always skipping classes. Pretty much Jack and Yami combined or even worst. She didn't know what she was doing there neither did her teachers. She would've never attended to class if it weren't for her parents somehow managing to force her. They eventually gave up and just let her do whatever she wanted.

Julius

The clown. Always here to make everyone laugh. He was a social butterfly and had a lot of friends. Teachers had mixed feelings about him since was literally the reason why students would stop paying attention but also managed to have good grades. He often got scolded for distracting his classmates but he obviously didn't mean harm. They would always reach out to him when they had problems understanding a subject.

Damnatio

The " intellectual outsider". He always isolated himself from the rest of the students. Very smart and alway had very good grades. But he just seemed to hate people (honestly same). His classmates didn't really like him actually. This was understandable since he was that one kid who's just waiting for someone to do something wrong so he can snitch. Snitching was his favorite activity and he ain't ashamed of it. He didn't give a single fuck about his classmates hating him.

Kaiser

The kind one. He was rather quiet and wasn't really noticed by people. He had a small group of friends and never really got in trouble. His classmates could always ask for his help when they got in trouble or wanted to get better grades. He was kind to everyone and was pretty much liked.

Done thanks for asking ☺️ !

#black clover #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #dorothy unsworth #yami sukehiro #mereoleona vermillion #charlotte roselei #jack the ripper #william vangeance #julius novachrono #kaiser granvorka #damnatio kira #rill boismortier #black clover headcanons

[kat-trisha]

14. “I’ve been hit with Cupid’s arrow.”

Kurotsukki MAFIA!AU (from my fic "Pockerface")

Tsukishima didn't liked St. Valentine's day since high school. The only thing he probably hated more than that was White Day, when he had to ignore the girls' expectant stares. He could have avoided accepting chocolate from them, but Tsukishima wasn't a fool to refuse.

Thank gods, Kuroo was in solidarity with him, so they weren't even going to do anything special today. Moreover, they had a perfectly normal work day today - unlike Bokuto and Akaashi, who had taken the day off and raced off to the mountains - or rather, should have been perfectly normal.

Tsukishima looked angrily through the tinted glass at the heart-stained storefronts, the strolling couples, and hated the day even more with every meter they drove. Because he had screwed up. If he had negotiated more intelligently, the mess wouldn't have started and Kuroo wouldn't have been hit. Yes, just in the shoulder, it's no big deal and he's used to it, but... Tsukishima should have taken more people. Someone else could have gone. Or...

- Hey, - Kuroo poked him in the side with the elbow of his healthy hand. - You know, I've been thinking, and I think it was a cupid's bullet.

Tsukishima was taken aback, blinking several times. Kuroo always confused him.

- Yeah? Who did you fall in love with, that jerk? Too bad I've shot him.

- No, - Kuroo smiled slyly. - With you. After all, I fell into your arms.

- I think you lost too much blood, - Tsukishima stared out the window again, feeling his ears burn.

He found Kuroo's cold fingers and intertwined them with his own. Stupid, stupid holiday.

Thanks @tetsunova for inspiration

#kuroo tetsurou #tsukishima kei #haikyuu #kurotsuki #krtsk #haikyū!! #mafia au #haikyuu mafia #kinda fluffy #idk man #i guess shoot someone is romantic now

[naivesilver]

Oh, and of course, the 'free space' ask. Pick out three questions (from either ask game) of your choosing and three ocs to answer them with 🥰 THAT or maybe number 38 for a handful of them?

I mean I can do BOTH, can't I ☺️☺️☺️💓💓💓

OC Ask Game

Picture OC Ask Meme

9.What is one universe/story an OC would fit in to besides the one they live in?

Grace would be the ideal protagonist for a story like The Haunting of Hill House/Bly Manor, because honestly? She wouldn't be so out of place in a mansion full of ghosts with a candelabra in hand, since it's already most of her life anyway.

11.What’s one canon character all of you OCs LOVE? One they all HATE?

The person they hate is so easy I shall only describe her - blue clothes, magic wand, terribly smug face - but the one they love...honestly, they all think that Emma is THE SHIT. Nova is good and Regina is super cool, but many kids have a sort of complicated relationship with either or both of them. Emma, though? Emma is a near-permanent fixture in some of their lives, she helped others, and a few got reunited with their families because she was out Savior-ing. She'd probably be all of their "one phonecall"s from the police station if she weren't already the sheriff.

33.Which OC has the most genre awareness? Which OC has the least?

It depends what one means with "genre awareness". The genre they think they are in? Plucky modern fantasy that alternates comedy and tragedy and the comfort of domesticity? Pierrot is the most aware of them all, because he notices the wacky rules their life follows, with Eugene as a close second because...he's Eugene. But the genre they're actually in? Well. Currently, none of them. Pinocchio during his stay in Camelot, on the other hand....

The least awareness belongs to Fabian, either way. He doesn't give a shit about the grand scheme of things, so long as he can keep playing Super Mario Maker.

AND, for a great final round, 38. Drop a fun fact about your OC!

(In no particular order):

Igor doesn't like showing up in photos a lot, but he has pictures of Twinkle everywhere - itty bitty girl with missing front teeth, elementary school graduation, birthday party with her friends, everything. He's the kind of parent who puts their kid's most recent school picture in a frame to see how much they've grown, honestly.

you know that thing Emma does in later seasons where she just. Barges into Archie's office and flops dramatically onto his couch? Pinocchio definitely does that, though he probably texts Archie a couple minutes beforehand, just in case - I mentioned it in an earlier reply, okay, but sometimes he does need to recharge. Archie doesn't mind, mostly because hey, after the absolute HELL both of his former charges put him through, a teenager quietly laying on the carpet and cuddling his dog? Piece of cake.

Coppelia does ice skating and her main complaint about the Dark Curse is that it put them all in a town with limited athletic prospects.

Mignon's family (both bio and adoptive) have roots in the Land Without Color, but she has no plans to ever return there.

Marco behaves around Tortilla the turtle just as any other dad who originally said they didn't want a pet does - he spoils her and addresses her very politely, to Leona's fond exasperation.

speaking of which, final one: the boys always treat Leona for Mother's Day, i.e. making her breakfast and getting her a gift, but they also usually deliver a little card to Nova, and she cries. Every. Time.

#bewilderedmoth #ask meme #thousand problems verse #court of misfits #the outfielders #thank you for all of this these kids are important to me but I'd have never dared to imagine them being so important for you too