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𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

✎... you are screwed. more than just screwed. why did a truth quirk out of all things had to hit you? and why exactly did you have to blurt into Bakugou's face that you thought he was really pretty?

Part 2 & Part 3

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

𝐰.𝐜: 5.004

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader is emotionally constipated idiot and swears a lot

𝐚.𝐧: the promised bakugou x reader truth quirk fic!!! three parts filled with emotional constipation and stupid teenagers...who’s ready lol? i love love love truth quirks fics and there is not enough with a reader insert sooo... :3

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑...

The chattering of your classmates echoed through the room and with the level of noise constantly rising you felt the incoming headache almost come into reach.

You were tired, so tired. More so than usual.

You weren’t really a morning person in general, you liked sleeping long and a lot and the early school hours really did you dirty with starting at 8am instead of like 10am.

You would have loved those two more hours of sleep, but the department for education (or whoever originally decided for school to start this early) had clearly not considered that teenagers your age were not made to go to bed super early and get up even earlier...

Well, most weren’t. You knew there was at least one person in your class who was always well rested and although you weren’t a malicious person at all, seeing him sit at his desk next to yours looking as gorgeous as always, no dark circles beneath his eyes or any other signs of tiredness in sight, made you feel a little bitter.

And it wasn’t just because you were tired that you felt like half a wreck really. No, sleeping through your 5 set alarms wasn’t really that much of a rare occurrence...unfortunately. You were also used to rushing, getting ready, or eating your breakfast quickly, so that wasn’t it, either.

No, what had really ruined your day for you (and you might be dramatic but that’s okay), was when you had bumped into someone on your way over to your classroom. Which made you spill all your precious coffee all over the floor.

Suddenly you didn’t have any coffee (which basically meant your will to life disintegrated quicker than anything Shigaraki’s hand touched) but you also had to clean up the remains of it (which only reminded you of your loss).

The girl you had almost run over had been nice enough to help you, apologizing a dozen times even though it was clearly you who hadn’t paid attention. But although you appreciated the gesture, her helping you had also meant openly crying about your frustration was not an option anymore and no, you were not dramatic, coffee was what kept you working.

Now you were sitting at your assigned seat, a little grumpy (a lot...), very much dead tired and dreading today’s first lesson. Homeroom, which you usually quite liked since it was relaxing and Aizawa was a good teacher (and someone who’d probably understand if you’d fall asleep in the middle of it), you couldn’t find any joy in the thought of it today.

Especially knowing that that poor man had to endure the sight of you and you knew you...

“...look like shit.”

Ah, lovely.

Bakugou.

Just the person you’d wanted attention from when already pretty much on the edge, not knowing what could prevent you from falling (since rip your coffee).

You looked up, more out of obligation than anything, and because you couldn’t just not take the excuse to look at him, just to be met with what you had already expected to be the beautiful sight of 1-A’s personal hothead.

He looked gorgeous, as always, even with that ugly frown etched into his features, one that never quite disappeared. You didn’t actually remember a time he’d never not looked like a model, even when he was drenched in sweat and covered in dirt after another “Villains vs. Heroes” training simulations.

Handsome mother fucker.

“Thank you, you don’t,” you replied instantly, only a little caught off guard that you’d given him an off-hand compliment, “but It’s important that my appearance and emotional state compliment each other, Bakugou.”

He snorted, half in amusement, half in annoyance, before he rolled his eyes and started leaning back in his chair. He did that a lot and you still wondered how he balanced himself without falling.

“One day you’re gonna fall over and break your neck,” you muttered and Bakugou glared at you.

Oh...you hadn’t meant saying that out loud.

“Hah? You think I'd die from falling from a chair. How pathetic do you think I am?”

“Not at all.”

He huffed, before turning back to look to the front of the class, probably waiting for Aizawa to finally crawl in with his sleeping bag.

“Whatever. Go to bed earlier, stupid, you wouldn’t be so damn tired if you would.”

Against your better judgement the corner of your lips twitched up into a little smile, as you couldn’t hide how his borderline concern cheered you up...at least a little.

Bakugou was hard to read for you mostly. You had gotten better at it with the months and months you’d been classmates and friends (or at least you thought you were), but you still had problems with figuring out the little things about him.

He made you curious. At first everything he’d done felt almost overexaggerated. The screaming, the threats, his arrogance, his anger...

Now after you’ve known him for a while you were able to look right through it. Although he sounded angry or annoyed mostly, you knew it was just his weird way to show concern or worry...or that’s what you hoped at least.

“Very sweet of you to care about me,” you blurted out.

You frowned. You had thought that but...not really meant to say that out loud as well...

Bakugou wasn’t looking at you, eyes still fixated to the front, so he didn’t question your confused expression.

“Tch, i just don’t want to have to look at you when you’re this much of a mess.”

You huffed, turning your head to shield his view of you a little more and started combing through your hair a little.

The somehow sweet moment was ruined and now you were pouting.

“Ouch, you wound me, Bakugou. You truly have no social skills.”

The boy glanced at you from the side, before shrugging.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Not denying it...” you mumbled, but gave up trying to save your hair.

It was probably your least deterring feature currently, considering you hadn’t even properly tied your tie...or your shoes...or covered your dark under-eye circles...

“Morning y/n... uh why do you look like that?”

Ah, lovely.

Kaminari...who had the sense of tact of a jack hammer.

He had slid into his seat on your right and gone unnoticed by you...that was until he opened his mouth, of course. He’d had this undeniable talent of being very hard to ignore...mostly because of the lack of filter.

You turned your head towards him, glaring at the boy for having to state the obvious. Couldn’t he just not say what was on his mind for once? Just to spare your ego...

Kirishima, who was sitting at the desk behind Kaminari, grimaced at his friend’s boldness as he was sensible enough to understand the look on your face, other than Kaminari, who looked more put off by your appearance than anything else.

You saw Kirishima’s hand already reaching out to Kaminari, mouth opened to correct him in his mistake and usually you would’ve let him. Usually you would have turned around again and buried your face into your arms to rest instead of dealing with that, but now you found that your mouth was moving on its own.

“You have no filter, Kaminari, learn to read the room won’t you? I know I look like shit, I don't need people pointing it out, thanks a lot,” you blurted out, taken aback by your own boldness.

Since when did tiredness make you more honest?

Both Kaminari and Kirishima looked at you in confusion, visibly taken aback by your angry comment.

You regretted even saying something, especially with that annoyed tint in your tone.

Kaminari frowned, but looked more upset that he had upset you than that you’d snapped at him. He had no filter but he was a sweet friend most of the time.

“Oh, I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean it...like that. You don’t look like shit, promise! Just uh...messy? In a totally not bad way! In a good way!”

You snorted at his words, a little too amused by his pathetic attempt to not call you ugly, appreciative he had tried.

“Yeah I know, sorry, I'm just really tired. I didn’t have any coffee and i am very aware i look like a mess while Bakugou right next to me has to look like a fucking model. Like all the time. His presence alone is mocking my entire existence and calling me ugly. The comment didn’t help the situation, is all. ”

...What?

You froze in your seat, heart skipping a beat in shock. Did you...just say that out loud? No, no way.

But you were almost certain you’d hear those words tumble out from your mouth.

“Huh? What the fuck Y/n?”

You’re doomed.

Fucking doomed.

In your mind you were now completely thrown off the edge, instead of balancing yourself along it, tumbling towards your awaiting doom. And although that was just a metaphor you felt the need to follow the example of your mental state and just throw yourself out a window.

You turned towards your left again, seeing Bakugou glare at you with suspicion in his eyes and his jaw clenched. Dude was acting as if you were about to jump him.

Kaminari behind you was cackling. Kirishma was trying to hush him.

“Uh,” you provided helpfully.

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you.

“I...don’t know why I said that out loud. Sorry, that’s embarrassing.”

Okay, great. Now you’ve admitted it, too.

Kirishima chimed up from behind you, then, rescuing you from the death glare in the blond’s eyes.

“Aw, that’s not embarrassing y/n! It’s totally manly to be so honest! Also, we all know that Bakugou is hot!”

Well, if he’d tried to help or not (his intention wasn’t really clear to you), it still got Bakugou to avert his attention and instead glare at Kirishma.

The redhead looked confused at the reaction.

“What, bro, I'm just being honest!” the boy shrugged, looking totally nonchalant about the whole thing.

Bakugou scoffed before rolling his eyes.

That was the moment Mina plopped down at your desk, probably feeling excluded from her seat at the other end of the room. She grinned widely, nudging you with her hand as she looked between all of you, not noticing the tenseness from you.

“What are we talking about?”

“That Bakugou is pretty...what the fuck?!”

You slapped your hand to your mouth, horrified by the lack of control you were exhibiting over your words right now. Why did you just say that out loud?

Mina seemed to ignore your little outbreak, just giving you a weird look, before she looked up in thought. As if it was otherwise normal for you to comment about the attractiveness of your fellow classmates...

“Huh? Oh he is! Bakubabe is like super pretty...in like a boy way, of course.”

“Good we can all agree,” you mumbled, words muffled through your hands, that were still locked tight over your mouth.

Mina smiled at the blond, who only spared her a side glare and an unenthusiastic “Shut up, Pinky!” before his eyes were on you again.

Meanwhile you were busy praying for a hole to open up and swallow you whole. But no one was listening so you were still sitting in class, stared down by class 1-A’s fiery blond.

His glare was intense as he narrowed his eyes, looking you up and down and searching your face for the indication of amusement maybe? He probably thought you had to be joking.

“What the fuck is up with you?”

Great.

Mina frowned, following the direction of Bakugou’s glare and looked you up and down, as well, as if she tried to find whatever the blond was referring to.

“Y/n? Why? what’s wrong?” she asked, turning to look at the other two boys, who didn’t seem to understand what Bakugou meant either.

He let out a painful groan and you had to agree with the sentiment but for other reasons.

“You’re all idiots. They can’t shut up...more so than usually. What, are you deaf?”

Kaminari cocked his head to the side, thinking about what Bakugou had said and you wanted to hammer your head against your desk in desperation at your clueless friends.

“Oh, you mean the pretty thing?” Kaminari asked, still sounding confused.

“Yeah, that shit, too.”

“Afole...”

“What?”

“I think they said asshole.”

You looked behind you to see Sero throwing himself into his seat as well, looking between the four of you with a smile.

Great, the whole gang.

“Sero!” Mina greeted and waved at him.

You were very glad to see the only sane person in your group (well mostly) finally joining you. Maybe he could put an end to this nonsense.

“What’s up? Why are you covering your mouth, Y/n?” Sero asked, leaning forward to inspect you more closely.

You removed the hand, deciding that the boy deserved an answer.

“Because I can't control my mouth right now and I don't know what else will just blurt out of me and I'd rather not risk it being worse than me calling Bakugou pretty to his face like twice.”

The boy's eyes widened comically, as he glanced towards Bakugou before he looked back at you, eyebrows raised to give you a meaningful look.

“Oh...that’s uh weird,” he provided, trying his best to sound confused as to why you’d say something like that about Bakugou.

Although it wasn't meant in a teasing manner, you knew that, the tone still annoyed you a little. You glared at Sero in response and he shrugged helplessly.

Luckily to you, Bakugou felt the need to insert himself once again.

“Yeah it’s fucking weird.”

Nice contribution.

Sero merely glanced at the blond.

“And how long have you uh...been lacking control?”

“Since right before now?” you were guessing.

“And you can’t just not say something?”

You shrugged.

“Mh, so you can. Good to know.”

Letting out a sigh in response, you had to fight the urge to tell the brunet that the ability to ‘not just respond to anything anybody said’ wasn’t really helping your case, because whenever you did have a thought, whatever it concerned, it just seemed to blurt out of you...and that was just fucking scary.

Especially with Bakugou in close proximity…

That was a whole other level of danger.

You just opened your mouth to recite your thoughts, as the urge had just overtaken you to share the information with the group, kind of like an intrusive thought you couldn’t just ignore this time. But then Aizawa, or might you from now on call him your lord and savior, finally came into the room, sleeping bag rolled up under his arm and tired eyes scanning the room.

The classroom grew quiet before he even said a word and Mina quickly scrambled off to her seat, just looking back swiftly. Everyone else who’d been surrounding you turned to the front of the classroom.

“Damn I want that power,” you mumbled...loudly, earning a glare from the man himself, who probably didn’t even know you were referring to him in this case.

His eyes shifted through the room.

“Everyone quiet,” he stated without real bite, glancing at you as if to warn you directly for your comment.

You basically felt the words, like bile, rising up your throat again, leaving you no other option than to choke them up.

“Dude, I'm trying.”

If it hadn’t been silent before it would have been now. Actually the silence before was nothing comparable to the one now. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, quiet enough to hear someone’s heartbeat throughout the room even. All eyes shifted to you, staring at you in confusion.

Including Aizawa who actually blinked a few times in his bafflement.

“Excuse me?”

Your cheeks grew warm.

“I’m sorry i-“

“They can’t control their mouth,” Bakugou interrupted you, sounding annoyed for some reason and you shut your mouth quickly before you had the chance to say anything else.

Aizawa raised his eyebrows at the statement, looking between Bakugou and you.

“Is that so?”

You just shrugged at his question.

“Yeah, they’ve been way too talkative this early in the morning,” Mina chimed up in support.

“Yeah, like non stop talking,” Denki added.

“I called Bakugou pretty to his face,” you blurted out and felt like jumping out a window after.

“Can you shut up about that?”

“I can’t, it’s all on my mind right now, leave me alone.”

There was a shiver running down your spine and your head snapped forward to see Aizawa was standing there with glowing red eyes, dark hair and scarf levitating as he had activated his powers to get everyone’s attention.

Silence returned to the room then, as no one really had the courage (or enough of a death wish) to mess with your sensei.

Aizawa’s eyes returned to normal, hair falling down to his shoulders as he turned his attention to you again.

“When exactly did you start having issues with keeping your thoughts to yourself, Y/n?” he asked you, pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants as he watched you with interested eyes.

You shrugged.

“A few minutes ago? I don’t know.”

Bakugou snorted from his seat, rolling his eyes at your statement.

“A few minutes? You’ve been acting off since you entered the class room.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his ridiculous remark. You haven’t been “acting off” since you’ve entered the classroom. Maybe you were a little bit more tired than usual but that's only because you didn’t have your usual caffeine intake. You did not remember saying anything outrageous at all before commenting on Bakugou’s looks.

“No I didn't.”

Bakugou looked bored.

“Yes, you did, dumbass.”

“Bakugou.”

Poor Aizawa looked too tired for this, too.

“Not my problem they’re fucking dense.”

“Maybe I am, what about it? Stop being mean to me.”

The blond raised his hand in your direction, eyes glaring at his teacher, as if to tell him to deal with you instead and you found yourself pouting at the asshole you liked to call your friend.

And sometimes liked to fantasize about calling him something more than just that.

“Don’t even know why i fucking like this asshole,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Huh? What did you say? You talking about me?” Bakugou turned to you, eyes narrowed suspiciously at you and without the usual spite he had in his tone.

You glared right back at him.

“I said: Why do I even li-“ you started but before you could finish your sentence and seal your doom you felt something tight cover your mouth and wrap around your jaw.

You glanced down in confusion, seeing it was white tape you’d been gagged with.

Looking behind you you saw Sero with his elbow raised, giving you “the look” and with horror you realized what you’ve almost done.

Never thought you’d be thankful to be silenced just like that.

“What the hell, duct tape?!” Bakugou sounded annoyed.

“It’s not really fair when they can’t control it.”

You nodded and Bakugou only looked even more suspicious at that.

Aizawa let out a sigh.

“I think it’s fair to assume Y/n was probably hit by a truth quirk.”

“A truth quirk?” Kirishima asked.

A truth quirk, you thought, scrunching up your face in utter confusion. How were you hit with a truth quirk? You didn’t even leave the school grounds?

“But how did they get hit by that?”

You thanked Kaminari internally for asking the right questions.

Bakugou snorted at that, as if it was so obvious.

“Probably bumped into someone since they never look where they’re going.”

What the fuck? Mean...Hold on...

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned towards Bakugou and stared at him. The boy looked unimpressed by your expression of shock, not even glancing at you for more than a second.

“It should be illegal to be this smart and attractive!” you said.

Good that nobody could hear anything other than incoherent mumbling coming from your direction thanks to Sero’s “safety measurement” earlier, because that would have been hard to explain.

Harder than calling the blond pretty for like 5 times.

“HUH?” the blond seethed, glaring at the pink haired girl “I used my fucking brain that’s how i know. You should try that sometime, pinky.”

“Okay, enough,” Aizawa interrupted them, giving a warning look in Bakugou’s direction.

“If that’s true then we have to find out what student Y/n ran into and question them about the effects of their quirk!” Midoriya, who’s been really quiet until now, spoke up.

Most of the class seemed to be taken back or confused (maybe they were just weirded out by your non filtered words).

Deku’s involvement annoyed Bakugou even more.

He rolled his eyes at the boy’s statement.

“Stupid Deku, stating the obvious.”

Midoriya pouted and you gave him a sympathetic look.

It was hard to please Bakugou.

“Good idea, Midoriya. Y/n should also visit Recovery girl just in case the truth quirk has any other...effects we should be aware of.”

That made sense.

Aizawa turned to you, giving you a nod.

“Sero can accompany you since...he’s already taken it upon himself to help you keep quiet.”

You gave a obedient nod, looking back at Sero, who had blushed a little at Aizawa’s judgemental statement, but he gave a nod himself as well and the two of you stood up and rushed towards the classroom door to step outside.

You couldn't wait to get away from the rest of your classmates and take a breather.

As soon as you were some steps down the hall, the tape around your jaw loosened before falling completely from your face and going back inside of Sero’s elbow. Still a little weird to observe even after months you’ve spent in this class, you had to be honest.

You rubbed your mouth, noticing the soreness around it.

Sero looked guilty at that, giving you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry but I couldn't just watch you expose yourself like that.”

Sero raised his hands in defense but you didn’t think it was even possible for you to be mad at Sero for just being a good friend.

An actual sweetheart of a sweetheart. The best of the best, really.

“You’re my best friend and I owe you my life, Sero. If you ever need anything, no matter what, I'll do it, no questions asked! Imagine, i’ve almost told Bakugou i have a fucking crush on him in front of the entire class and Aizawa. The rejection would have been so brutal, the thought alone makes me want to curl up in a corner and cry for hours.”

Sero stared at you in bafflement, before bursting out in laughter.

“You really did get hurt by a truth quirk, didn’t you.”

You groaned.

“Fucking likely. I just hope it doesn’t last long.”

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“72 hours?” you cried out, actually close to tears.

The girl standing in front of you (the one you’d almost run over this morning) looked extremely guilty and uncomfortable, looking between you and Recovery Girl, who looked already familiar with the way the conversation was going.

You’d understood she’d made quite the experience with the girl’s quirk. That’s why she’s been so quick to make the connection when you and Sero had stumbled into the infirmary, with you unable to shut off your constant stream of thoughts...running off your tongue.

A little later the girl in question had already arrived, biting her lips bloody in worry, with her eyebrows drawn together in guilt.

“I’m so sorry! It goes off by accident. Especially if i...get caught off guard!” she bowed down deeply and you felt yourself blush in embarrassment at the gesture.

Thanks to the quirk you started babbling on how she really didn’t have to be sorry, because it was you who ran into her after all, also could she stop bowing because it was really your fault and...

“And there is nothing to make it go away faster?” Sero asked, nudging your shoulder to stop your rush of words, looking quite sympathetic when spotting your annoyed and a little desperate facial expression.

The girl shook her head, looking even more uncomfortable.

You groaned and buried your face in your hand. The thought alone to be stuck like this for a whole ass three days...how could you go through that?

It was one thing if you were just blurting out your random thoughts...because you weren’t holding back that much with what you thought usually...but the Bakugou situation made everything more complicated. You’ve already been unable to keep your thoughts of him looking pretty inside, how could you stop yourself from telling him you had a big ass crush on him? Especially if it was all you could think about now...

“72 hours...There’s no way i’ll survive that long either way because if i happen to blurt out to Bakugou that i like him he’ll fucking kill me himself.”

You clasped your hand over your mouth, remembering it wasn’t just Sero in the room.

Looking between the girl and Recovery Girl, you felt yourself blushing even more.

“Uh, shit, forget I said that.”

Recovery Girl shook her head with an understanding smile, as if the idiocy of you was amusing to her. You’d understand, your situation was absolutely laughable. Ridiculous even. Embarrassing even.

“Guess you just have to avoid him?” Sero suggested and you gave him a desperate look.

“There is no way he will let me ignore him. Do you even know him? He’s stubborn as fuck. As soon as he notices, and he will, he’ll think I am lying to him, and he hates liars. Means he’ll hate me and I will have to die.”

Sero shrugged in response.

“Try to be subtle?”

You wish you were able to express the amount of absolute “dead inside” you put into the next glare you sent the boy.

“Have you met me?”

“Fair point.”

Maybe you should start brainstorming about possible ideas to vanish off the face of the earth and never be found again. You could get on a ship to New Zealand, no one would look for you there...or maybe you should just find the next hole and bury yourself there.

“Well what exactly does your quirk do? Y/n doesn’t say everything that’s on their mind, right? Is there some form of pattern? Uh, a rule, maybe?” Sero threw out and you stopped in your train of thought.

Wait, he did have a point. You didn’t just spout everything you thought of. Only some things. The most embarrassing at that.

The girl nodded, lightening up a little at the idea she could at least help you with something.

“Well, it is connected to thoughts for sure. But it also is related to the level of how badly someone wants to share what’s on their mind. Usually secrets are the hardest to keep inside. Other than that it really depends on what you’d consider important to share. In general, I mean. Mostly that includes feelings or opinions. All reservations are gone, too, so there is nothing holding you back.”

You frowned.

“I’m too slow to process what you just said, give me a moment.”

Sero snorted at your words, before he turned toward the girl again.

“So everything they don’t want to share and things they’d like saying but wouldn’t usually? And everything in complete honesty?” he questioned and the girl nodded with a smile on her face.

Perfect. Sounds just like what you’d enjoy doing in the presence of your nosy classmates. And Bakugou. Can’t forget about him, yet...

You sighed, you would probably do that a lot in the next 72 hours.

“Doesn’t make this whole thing easier at all...”

Sero patted your shoulder in what you guessed was an attempt to cheer you up. Too bad that you were slowly slipping into a state of desperation, where any form of consoling was ineffective against the spiral of negative thoughts that was threatening to swallow you.

“Hey, I'm still here to help! 72 hours? That’s nothing. You’ve already kept the Bakugou thing to yourself for 3 months.”

You loved Sero, you did, but sometimes he didn’t grasp the absolute severity of your situation. Like the chances of your early death going up every second you’d have to be in a room with the blond. Since either he’s going to kill you when he finds out you're actually head over heels for him (you couldn’t possibly imagine he wouldn't be insulted by the idea of some extra thinking they’ve got a chance with him) or he’d simply and brutally reject you and the pain of that would off you.

Yay, happy thoughts, Y/n. Good job with that.

“Yeah, 3 months without the truth quirk...” you mumbled to yourself and already felt the tears coming up.

The girl, who was still standing in front of you, looked more distressed now at the sight of your distress and you actually felt bad for making her feel even guiltier just because you couldn’t handle your feelings. She shouldn’t feel guilty, at all, quirks were tricky and hers seemed to be a piece of work, especially if she wasn’t in a department where she’s helped to work with, either. It was you, too, who ran into her.

Recovery girl came up to you and patted your arm, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Ah, young love. It’s always so dramatic for you, kids. Don’t worry too much about it, Y/n, I am sure everything will turn out alright.”

You’d love to believe her, but there was no way this unrequited crush wouldn’t come back biting you in the butt...

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Summary: In year 1908, you and your friends attempts to have the remaining best days of your lives before entering college. Yet you only have a few months to persuade your parents to send you to boarding school instead of finishing college and marry a man. Will you succeed when Kuchel's son Levi Ackerman suddenly entered your life? Will you let a lower class like him love an upper class like you or will you continue to pursue your dream to enter college and be with your friends?

Pairing:Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Warnings & Content: Slow Burn, Alternate Universe, based on Anne with an E, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, first love, arrange marriage, coming of age.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

Year 1908

“I’ll see you tomorrow, we shall make our remaining last days and summer here in Avonlea memorable!”

“No need to cry Sasha, we’re attending the same boarding school remember? Along with Annie, Historia, and Ymir.”

You opened your arms to give a big warm and reassuring hug to your blossomed friend Sasha as the both of you stand along the huge trees. You and Sasha are kindred spirits as she likes to word it ever since you were just a little girls. Both of your mothers are best of friends since school that’s why you have known each other since.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow y/n” The brown-haired girl smiled widely to you before the both of you started parting ways.

The grin on your face instantly faded as you began to walk home. You’re not even sure about college since your parents which is mostly your father who is pushing you to attend finishing school after this year and start practicing how to be a proper lady that is fir to marry since they’re insisting you to find a gentleman to marry and settle.

Which of course you do not wish nor approve to do so. Finishing school means you are going to be isolated from your friends and not to mention that it will not actually give you a well-rounded education. You wanted to be a teacher since it is your passion since you were a little kid to teach and educate a lot of people but with the disapproval of you parents, you find it hard to believe that it will be possible.

Sure, you wanted to be to be wife someday but not with someone you just met and most specifically not because you have to. Not a lot of forced marriage ends up beautifully. You are a hopeless romantical waiting for your someone to capture your heart at the right time and moment.

Since you have no other choice but to obey them for now and persuade them some other time and hopefully they will change their mind.

You reached your house within a matter of time thanks to your preoccupied mind along the way. You saw your helper in farm which is Mr. Ackerman mending the saddle of the horses.

“Good day Mr. Ackerman!” you greeted while waving your hand in the air.

“For the last time kid, just Kenny!” Kenny did mind a little being called Mr. since they were just helpers, in short, they are poor and you coming from a wealthy family calling him with honorifics isn’t a norm.

“Good day Kenny!” You repeat with a giggled before proceeding to head your way.

Faint sound of voices coming from inside the house was already audible in front of your house. You thought your mother was only having a tea with her friends. You quickly opened the door hoping to great Mr. and Mrs. Yaeger but you were instead greeted by Miss Ackerman sitting in the couch with your parents along with a raven-haired boy sitting beside Miss Ackerman.

“There you are dear, come take a seat. We’ll discuss some things.” You mother stated as she pours tea in each cup.

You took off your hat and hang it in the hat stand along with your coat. Obediently, you sat beside your mother facing the black-haired boy. You can now clearly see his face, he is pale and has a straight emotionless face that gives the impression that he is not interested.

“You see dear, Kuchel here needs to say her goodbye to us for now, she’s sick and can’t be use of helping in house chores and in farm so instead she’s lending her son here to help his uncle in farm.”

You worriedly look at Kuchel who was giving a faint smile to you. Kuchel was not just a helper in your house, she was like a second mother to you. She’s kind and beautiful and she always taught you things that made you see the world in another perspective.

“Are you okay Miss Kuchel?” You asked which made the boy in front of you furrowed his brows. Never in a million years he would see a wealthy person like you use honorifics to their kind let alone be concerned to them. He thinks that most people who were born with a golden spoon is spoiled and annoying, always blabbering about money and things they bought. Yet he also felt a little envious since they don’t have enough money to support their family but nonetheless he is still grateful for the things he has especially his mother.

“Yes dear that’s very kind of you but no need to worry I am okay.” Kuchel replied with a reassuring smile on her face.

You avert your gaze to his son which he was already looking at you with his cold stare. Just like his mother, he has a steel blue eyes and jet black hair. He looks just exactly like his mother.

“My son is strong, kind, compliant, and very hard working, you will have no problem with him. I am very sorry for this inconvenient Mr. and Mrs. L/N” The dark haired woman smiled weakly which you then returned with a reassuring smile when her gaze averts to yours.

“It can’t be helped then but I expect nothing will change from your service.” You father simply replied. You and your father were never really that close especially he was always busy at work managing the town being the reason why you sometimes do not approve on how he speaks.

You were about to speak when your mother cuts you off. “Well then I guess it is settled. We will take good care of your son Kuchel and besides Kenny is here. Take good care of yourself on the way Kuchel.”

You can tell that you got your trait of being compassionate from your mother, you never really had a conversation with your father without the both of you arguing so grew up being distance with him to avoid conflict.

Kuchel then proceeded to bid her goodbye before your mother shows her way out, but you're pretty sure your mother gave her some money to buy enough food and even medicine. You were left in the living area along with your father and Kuchel’s son.

“Tell your mother I will be back before supper, Mr. Yeager and I needs to discuss some things. Kindly tell your mother to show Kuchel’s son around the house and the farm.” And there was your father’s strict and bossy attitude, whenever he talks to you, he almost sound unaffectionate and uninterested.

“Yes father, send my regards to Mr. and Mrs. Yeager.” You softly replied before your fathers walks out of your sight.

You look at the boy in front of you who was already looking at you.

“Hello, my name is Y/N, what’s yours?” You reach out your hand to him to have a formal handshake yet he just looks at it with confusion painted on his face.

“Levi.” He simply replied. You then pull out your hand from the embarrassment of him not returning the handshake. The first thing you noticed about him is his French accent just like his mother’s, you found it interesting as you always wanted to learn new language.

“Nice meeting you Levi.” You flash a nice welcome smile to him yet he remains the same and only responded with a nod.

You grip on your slate and books as you stand up and fix your dress. “Well, it was nice meeting you once again Levi, please excuse me.”

You graciously stood up and bowed your head at him, it was like you were programmed to do social etiquette all your life to the point where you are convinced that being graceful is the only thing you excel at.

You were greeted by the same beige colored wall in your room along with the fresh vanilla scent from your perfume. Your mother insisted that you start wearing perfumes and start taking care if your body since you are now a lady and perhaps next year you will start wearing corsets.

Once a woman reached the age of eighteen, it is a must to wear one to maintain an upright, 'good figure' and of course, parents should decide whether they would send their daughter to college but in your case, finishing school it is.

“I still have months to persuade my parents to change their minds. Nothing could possible go wrong.”

You settled your books and slate in your study table before deciding to come down to help for supper. Even with the helpers in your house, you are expected to do basic simple chores in the house such as arranging the plates in the table before and after a meal.

You found your mother cooking in the kitchen while Levi was already arranging the plates in the table. You were about to stop him since it is your job to do it but your mother grabbed you by the wrist.

“Let him dear, just for tonight. I already told him the chores he will be doing and just for tonight, I asked him to eat with us and he insisted on helping.”

You nod in response to your mother before glancing over at Levi who seems to be unbothered. You noticed that he has this bored expression in his fac. He’s short and pale, and noticeably quiet which his presence made you feel intimidated by him.

Levi had caught you staring at him which made him a little uncomfortable, you were only observing him but to him, he thought you were judging him for the way he is, maybe he even thought that you pity him, you being disgusted to the plates because he touched it also crossed his mind.

“Do you need anything?” You felt your blood rushing through your face when you realized that you were staring at the new boy, it was embarrassing and improper for a lady to stare.

“What?” you did not understand what he just said and why he said it. you look around and your mother was not in the kitchen anymore and the two of you were left alone.

“I said, do you need anything?” Levi placed the last plate he was holding in the table before averting his gaze to you.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sta-” you were cut off by your father stepping into the kitchen along with your mother. You hurriedly checked the soup before taking it out on the stove.

The four of you took a seat in the dining area. You were sitting beside your mother and in front of Levi. Only the sound of clanking utensils can be heard.

“Say, Levi is it? what do you usually do in your house?” Your father and you looked at your mother and Levi as she tries to engage a conversation.

“I take care of my younger sister Ma’am, she’s 12. Sometimes, I help sell our small crops and goods in town for our extra income.”

“That’s good. How old are you anyways?”

“Eighteen ma’am, turning nineteen.”

Your mother nod at his response while you and your father remained quiet for the entire night. Normally, you were the one who was being asked about your day in school but it was nice having a break even just for a night.

Levi on the other hand was a little uncomfortable not from talking but from the food. It’s not like he did not like the food that was served, in fact he liked it very much but he just hoped that he could share the meat and the delicious soup with his mother since they rarely eat anything like that. Bread, cheese, oats and jams were the only food they can afford.

Nonetheless, it was a decent evening for him and to you too. It was peaceful and the both of you shared one thing in common, changed.

“Psst!”

“Y/N!”

You rose from your bed as soon as you heard whispers along with rocks hitting your window from below your room. You did not need to know who was the culprit because only one person keeps doing that for years.

Sneaking at night was improper especially for a lady at your age but you and your friends were never really liked at term ‘Proper’, you and your friends are indeed proper in the eyes of everyone, but not when all of you are alone.

Without wasting any time, you put your boots on and carefully head outside without making a noise. Sneaking outside your room was always easy but going down the stairs was the hardest part. The amount of times you were caught sneaking out when you were a child because of the squeaking sounds that the stairs makes still haunts you till this day.

Luckily, you managed to pass the old squeaky stairs, there was just a faint light coming from the living room. You were taking your time way too much that you forgot about your friends waiting outside for probably almost 10 minutes now, you hurriedly made your way to the front door before looking back just to check if any of your parent is up.

You opened the door and the cold wind immediately welcomed you as soon as you stepped outside. It was dark and only the moon was giving the night sky its light. You carefully and quietly closed the door making sure no sound can be heard from the inside.

It was already getting late so you ran as soon as you turned your back on your house not caring on the slippery additional five concrete stairs in front of your house. You just need to go to the side of your house where your room is and everything will be fine.

Everything was going on so smoothly not until a person suddenly stood up just as you were about to turn, you bumped you head hard on that persons chest. You look up to meet Levi’s confused expression.

“Levi! You scared me, what are you doing?” You whispered before looking around to see if anyone was there.

“Sitting, obviously.” He simply replied while looking at you.

You looked back at him nervously, you were scared he might tell your parents that you were sneaking at night.

“Listen I- Please don’t say anything to my parents, please, just pretend you didn’t see me.” You begged him. Levi didn’t say anything, he was thinking if he should accept your request or not which made you more anxious as time goes by.

“See what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Levi replied.

Immediately, a smile was plaster on your face, you were relieved by his answer. You smiled at him.

“Thank you Levi, I owe you one.” You walked passed him before running to the side of your room.

Levi was left alone confused, you were still behaving like the way you did earlier. You still smiled at him even when no one’s around. Yet a part of his thought knows you needed to be kind to him only for him to not tell your parents what he just saw.

“There she is, Y/N we’ve been here for almost an hour.”

“Ymir I think that’s a bit overreacting now.”

You were greeted by your friends, Sasha who’s clinging over Annie, Ymir holding a bunch of scarfs and Historia who’s holding flower crowns. They walked over to your direction to meet you.

“I’m sorry, I’m here now let’s go.” All of you looked around as you all walked away from your house. You looked back at the direction where Levi was when you were already far away from your house, there was no Levi already.

‘Maybe he already went inside.’ You thought to yourself.

There was laughter and chatter while you and your friends are on the way to the near lake in your house. One every two weeks, all of you spends the night there talking about life since all of you were just a child.

“it’s still so beautiful no matter what.” Historia says in an awe when you arrived at the lake.

She’s right, it’s always so peaceful and calm here especially at night.

“It’s nice, nothing changed in this beautiful lake but we’re all changed. Look at us now.” You sadly said while looking over the lake.

Your friends understood what you said. None of you were ready for being grown up, for the reality you need to face.

“We’re all adults now, I’m scared that one day we all might forget each other, we have to marry some gentleman one way or another.” Annie stated.

“I hate them already.” Sasha replied.

There was a lump in your throat, you want them to know that you can’t go to college with them but you can’t, it just doesn’t feel right to you to say it just yet.

“I’ll just marry all of you if that’s the case.” You jokingly said to lighten up the mood.

“It would please of if you don’t include me and Historia, we’re going to marry each other.” Ymir said as she hugs Historia while the blonde girl giggles before returning her hug.

You spend the night laughing and playing around while wearing flower crowns, the happy faces of your friends reassured you that everything will be fine. After an hour, you all parted ways before it gets too late. Maybe some other time you will have the courage to tell them the truth.

You manage to went back inside your house without waking your parents up yet at this point you don’t care if they did. It will give you the reason to beg not to send you to finishing school but you know it will worsen the situation.

You were thinking for so long that your thoughts went to that Raven haired boy, he seems nice yet not much of a talkative person. Kuchel was so nice to you so you’re also certain that Levi is just like his mother. You remembered that you owe him for tonight and you know exactly what to do.

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“I did it again, didn’t I?” but Yuesing. Go wild- CB

“And then, like—did you know that you have multiple teachers in high school? Like you go from classroom to classroom based on what subject you’re learning. Apparently that starts in middle school. Back in elementary, you only had one teacher the whole time!” Sing’s rambling, and he knows it, but he’s excited. He’s never—had opportunities like this before.

But Yut-Lung groans. “I don’t understand why you’re so excited about formal education.”

Sing’s eyes widen, and he freezes. Tries to hold in tears that are welling up alarmingly fast. “Yue?” he manages.

Yut-Lung blinks, and then his eyes widen. “I ... I did it again, didn’t I?”

Sing sniffles, but tries to wave him off. “It’s fine. I know—classes and shit like that, it’s complicated for you, yeah?” He rubs at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.

Yut-Lung frowns, twisting a bit of his hair between his fingers. “That’s no excuse,” he says, and his voice is almost gentle.

“No, Yue, it’s fine,” Sing insists. He takes a deep breath. He managed to avoid fully crying. “I get it. For you, learning was always ... like, with your brothers, and about poisons and—I mean, I get it. Really.”

Throwing his hair behind his shoulder, Yut-Lung hesitates before speaking. “I ... You’re excited about this, and I care about you. And that means that I should be excited for you, too.”

“You—” Sing cuts off, blinking. He feels like crying again, now, but for a completely different reason. He continues, quieter: “You’ve never said it like that. That you care about me.”

Yut-Lung huffs. “Well I do! You know that. I don’t see why I should say it all the time.”

Smiling, Sing bumps his shoulder against Yut-Lung’s. “Still, it’s nice to hear. Even just every now and then.”

“Thank you,” Yut-Lung says quietly. Sing feels as Yue moves slowly, slowly, excruciatingly slowly until his arm is wrapped around Sing’s shoulder.

And Sing smiles. “Thank you, Yue.”

Yut-Lung bristles, but doesn’t pull away. “What for?”

“You’re the reason I’m going to school at all, now. And ... I dunno, it’s just ... I’ve always pretended that I didn’t care, but honestly? Learning is fun. And learning in a classroom is fun, without it being—life or death.”

“I see,” Yut-Lung says slowly. He shifts, moving Sing a little closer against him. “What are you learning about? What’s your favorite subject?”

“Science!” Sing chirps immediately. Then, “Wait ... do you really want to hear about all of this? You don’t care, do you?” Even so, Sing presses his head against Yut-Lung’s chest. Actually—he can hear Yue’s heartbeat. Just a little too fast.

“I care about you,” Yut-Lung repeats. “Remember? And so ... I want to hear about the things that make you happy. Because—seeing you happy like that, it ... makes me happy, too.”

“Oh,” Sing whispers. “Then ... thank you.”

Sing keeps rambling, then, and Yut-Lung lets him. Even asks questions here and there, encouraging Sing to keep talking. And there’s something about that, isn’t there? Yue already knows everything that Sing is learning, of course—he’d been afforded education almost on par with Ash’s, and was brilliant enough to make use of it. But he still keeps encouraging Sing to tell him more.

Maybe he really does just like seeing Sing happy.

And ... maybe Sing is happiest here, when he’s with Yut-Lung.

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lonelyreputation · 3 years

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Trick or Treat (Dad!Shawn) MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🔮

A/N: Happy Halloween! Thought it would be nice be have a little festive fic to celebrate 🎃👻🦇🌖🧟‍♂️

Summary: It’s the first time you and Shawn take your son trick-or-treating 🧛🏻‍♂️🕸👨🏼‍🚒

Warnings: None!

WC: 2.4K // Fluff

It was the first time your kid was really old enough to understand the concept of Halloween. After his preschool teacher held a Halloween party for the class where they all dressed up, traded candy, and played musical chairs to the Monster Mash…Your son became a Halloween enthusiast.

Your son, Aiden, bugged you and Shawn to go Trick-or-Treating––but Daddy! Charlie’s going!––He threw a tantrum in his carseat when Shawn picked him up from school. And when they got home, after a tiny time out, Shawn and your son talked about Trick-or-Treating.

It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t want to take his son out…It was more that he enjoyed a night in with his family more. So far, every Halloween was spent sitting in the driveway, with a fire pit, with his little family as kids from the neighborhood came up for candy. He also liked when Aiden would sit on his lap and cuddle in close to him as they felt the warmth of the fire.

And Shawn knew that when his kid started Trick-or-Treating, it would speed up the process of him growing up even more.

But once everything was settled to go Trick-or-Treating, then came the dilemma of both of you wanting to go with your son since it would be his first time. Your parents were out of town, and it was Shawn’s parents anniversary, so you couldn’t ask them.

So, it only left Aaliyah.

You knew she probably had better plans than to sit at her brother’s house and give out candy, but she was your last hope. Shawn begged and pleaded with his younger sister to give out candy, bribing her with whatever she wanted. And while it took a lot of convincing on Shawn’s end, Aaliyah just wanted to see her brother grovel.

Even though they were both not teenagers anymore, they still acted like it.

You were buttoning up Aiden’s yellow fireman jacket when you heard your husband whine from the doorway.

“Where’s your costume?”

Still buttoning his little jacket, you looked up to see Shawn in his costume. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Standing with a pout in the doorway, Shawn was dressed in black pants, a white dress shirt under a black vest, a black cape––with a red underside––tied around his neck, as he gelled back his hair.

Shawn took out his fake fangs, “I thought we were both dressing up?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband, patting your sons shoulders when you were done buttoning up his shirt, placing the red firefighter hat on him, “I’m going as an exhausted mother to a three-year-old.”

Shawn slumped his shoulders, “You are an exhausted mother to a three-year-old,” he sighed, “That’s not a costume.”

You raised both of your eyebrows at him and Shawn held his hands up in defense of his smart talk.

“Mommy,” Aiden tugged on your sweatshirt, “What is ex-asted?”

You glared at Shawn again before kneeling down to be face-face-with your son, “It means that I love you very much.”

Aiden’s eyes lit up and you melted at his smile, “So you always love me?”

You nodded your head and kissed his cheek before standing up, “I’ll always always love you.”

When you looked to your side, you saw Shawn with a soft smile on his face, with adoration written all over his eyes as he stared at his little family. You could tell he was lost in his thoughts, but then Aiden spoke up, bringing him back into the moment.

“Is Daddy ex-asted?”

Shawn’s smile dropped and you let out a loud laugh. You smirked at Shawn, who now glared at you, before looking down at your son who had his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, “He’s always exhausted.”

And like before, your son’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together, thinking that it meant that his dad would always love him, “I’m ex-asted too!”

Both you and Shawn let out a laugh at your son’s misunderstanding of the word. And while you both did your best to educate your kid when he asked what something meant…He was only three, and his reactions were too cute to let him know what the actual word meant.

“Are you really not dressing up?” Shawn asked with a hint of sadness in his tone.

You looked over at him and saw that he really wanted you to dress up. The eyes you fell in love with were wide and pleading with you to uphold your end of the promise. And with a reluctant sigh, you nodded your head, and Shawn’s eyes lit up.

You walked past him and quickly pecked his lips, with your son yelling out a loud––yuck!––as you smiled, “Give me a minute.”

Shawn proudly smiled as you walked out of your son’s room and into your own. Inside your closet, you thought about what last minute costume you could put together. Your eyes landed on balck leggings, and a very simple idea popped into your head.

Changing out of your jeans to black leggings, you also swapped the sweatshirt of Shawn’s you were wearing for a long-sleeved black t-shirt and threw on a black sweatshirt on top. Once you slipped on a pair of black sneakers, you walked into your bathroom to draw a black circle on your nose, with whiskers on your cheek.

Satisfied with your lazily put together costume, you walked out of your room and down the stairs, where you saw Shawn explaining the rules of the night to your son.

“You always hold either Mommy or Daddy’s hand,” Shawn said as Aiden nodded, “Always say please and thank you after you get candy from a house,” Aiden nodded his head, “And you don’t run off.” Aiden nodded his head again.

Once Shawn was done explaining the rules of the night, he turned around and stopped when he saw your costume. He blinked a few times, “That’s your costume?”

“Mommy, you’re a kitty!” Aiden giggled as he climbed down from the barstool and raced over to hug your legs.

You playfully glared up at Shawn before you bent down to give your son a real hug. He wrapped his tiny arms around your neck––so tight––that you had to pull away after a few seconds of not being able to breathe.

You smiled down at Aiden who looked about ready to burst. So you grabbed the plastic pumpkin off the counter and handed it to your son, “Ready for Trick-or-Treating?”

Aiden shouted a very loud, “yes!” As he took the pumpkin from your grasp and ran toward the front door.

“Aiden, what were the rules?!” Shawn raised his voice just a little, not out of anger, but so that his son could hear him from the other room.

You and Shawn walked to the foyer, where AIden had his hand on the door knob, and he looked up at his dad with wide eyes, “Sorry, Daddy.” And he reached out to hold Shawn’s hand.

Shawn smiled down at his son and happily took his hand, “It’s no problem, we just don’t want you getting hurt.”

And with that, you opened the door and felt the soft breeze of the Canadian air hit your face. The wind picked up some of the fallen leaves and they crunched under your feet when you walked outside to shut the door behind your family.

When you looked down, you saw the jack-o-lanterns you carved with Shawn, your son was only interested in digging out the slimy pumpkin seeds. And when you picked your head up, you noticed that some families had already gotten a head start on Halloween. The sun was still up, slowly setting behind the trees, and it was the time where all the younger kids went out with their parents before bedtime.

You walked out to the driveway where Aaliyah was sitting on a chair from the patio Shawn brought out front for her to sit on. Kids were just leaving from getting candy from your house when she turned her head to see you all coming out.

“Oh my God,” her mouth dropped as she looked between the three of you, “Aiden your costume is so cool!”

Aiden smiled, showing all his teeth, “Thanks LiLi,” you could see Aaliyah melt at the nickname your son gave her when he was younger because he couldn’t properly say Aaliyah.

“I need a picture,” she whipped out her phone, “Mom will absolutely cry at this.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, “Is that really a good idea?” But as he said it, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. And he brought Aiden around in front of you both, still holding his hand.

“On three say Trick or Treat!” Aaliyah happily said as Aiden eagerly nodded his head, “One, two, three––”

“Trick-or-Treat!” All three of you said, with Aiden’s voice drowning out yours and Shawn’s voice, as everyone smiled.

Aaliyah smiled down at her phone saying she would send it to both of you. Thanking her was cut off short when you saw Shawn get dragged up the driveway by your son.

“Let’s go!” Aiden laughed as he tried his hardest to run, while still holding onto Shawn’s hand.

You saw Aaliyah pull out her phone again and snap another picture.

Following your excited son up the driveway, you walked the short way to your neighbors house. Aiden excitedly knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. When the family next door opened the door Aiden brightly smiled and shouted, “Trick or Treat!”

Your neighbor gushed at his costume and even complimented Shawn’s costume, who proudly smiled because you knew he put a lot of effort into making your son's first Halloween memorable.

Once you left your neighbors house, Aiden excitedly looked up at Shawn and shook his bucket, “Candy!”

Shawn let out an over dramatic gasp, “Already so much!” You let out a soft laugh because there were only three mini pieces of candy.

Aiden proudly smiled and continued to drag Shawn along to the next house. When he got candy from there, he looked up at Shawn again, and showed him the inside of his bucket.

As the three of you were walking to your your third house of the night, Aiden started singing, “Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat––”

“Aiden!” You chastised your son who sang the opening to a crude Halloween jingle.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, quickly apologizing before placing the blame on your husband, “Daddy was singing it!”

You glared at Shawn who just shrugged his shoulders as the three of you walked down another drive way, “Old habits die hard.”

That continued on for nearly another hour and a half. Aiden would ring the doorbell, or walk up to a family sitting in their driveway, and excitedly shout Trick or Treat.

It was getting later, the sky turning a light shade of purple mixed with some dark blue swirls. And you could tell by how your son no longer dragged Shawn’s hand to another house that he was worn out. Aiden was leaning against Shawn and you saw his eyes droop down.

“Is it bedtime?” You briefly looked up at Shawn, who stopped walking. He nodded his head at you, before looking back down at Aiden.

Aiden shook his head against Shawn’s leg, “More candy.”

You let out a laugh and took his plastic pumpkin from him, “It looks like you have a lot of candy already.”

Aiden shook his head again, voice sounding groggy, “More.”

“I’m sure LiLi saved some candy for you,” Shawn said as he placed both hands under Aiden’s armpits and lifted him up. Immediately, Aiden wrapped his arms and legs around Shawn’s waist, and rested his head on his shoulder.

You took off his plastic red firefighter hat, so it wouldn’t fall off, and Aiden snuggled his head further into Shawn’s neck. You smiled at the sight and looked up to see Shawn already smiling at you.

“Well,” you said as you continued to walk around your neighborhood, “Looks like he’s already asleep.”

Shawn nodded, holding in a laugh, since he didn’t want to wake up his son, “First Halloween in the books.”

“Pretty soon he’ll be in high school asking to go to a party instead of Trick-or-Treating with his parents.” You let out a laugh because it was the general way Halloween went when you grew up. But when you looked to your side, Shawn was not laughing.

“He won’t be going to any parties,” Shawn grumbled, “He’ll be giving out candy with me.”

You rolled your eyes and walked closer to him, taking Shawn’s free hand in yours, “That’s a long way off, he’s only three.”

“I want him to stay this age forever,” Shawn whispered as you turned onto your street.

You squeezed his hand, “So do I.”

The walk back to your house was done in silence, as the both of you appreciated the night you had with your son. Aaliyah was still outside when you returned and she smiled as she saw her nephew fast asleep on her brother’s shoulder.

“Mom called me up crying after I sent her the picture,” Aaliyah laughed.

Shawn rolled his eyes and sat down in the extra chair he made sure to bring out before they left. He knew it would be an early night, and part of why Halloween was his favorite holiday was that he was able to sit by the fire with his son.

Aaliyah stood up, draping the blanket she was curled up in, over Shawn so Aiden wouldn’t be cold.

You moved the other empty chair right up to Shawn and ran your fingers up and down Aiden’s back. He squirmed a bit and you saw him pick his head up from Shawn’s shoulder, “Daddy?”

“Shh,” Shawn hushed him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “You can go back to sleep.”

Aiden sniffled a bit, curling his hand in a fist and rubbing his left eye, as he turned to face Aaliyah, “LiLi, do you have candy for me?”

All three of you laughed and Aaliyah nodded your head, “I’ve got loads of candy for you,” she then leaned in, keeping her voice low, even though she knew both of you could hear, “But don’t tell your parents.”

Aiden nodded before placing his head back onto Shawn’s shoulder. It wasn’t until Shawn felt his son’s even breathing that he knew he was asleep. And even though Shawn didn’t want his son to grow up anymore than you did, he couldn’t wait to take his son Trick-or-Treating next year.

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What I Thought About "Escaping Expulsion" From The Owl House

Salutations random people on the internet who most likely won’t read this. I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

Do you wanna know what I love the most about The Owl House? The writers waste no time getting to the good stuff.

Things like Willow working things out with Amity, Lumity, Lilith's redemption, and Luz's fight with Belos are stuff that most shows would drag out and wait upon using until several seasons down the line. Most of them for the final season. And yet, it all happens in the first! The writers somehow knew what the fans exactly wanted and gave them just that before they even had to ask.

Take "Escaping Expulsion," for example, as it has some great plot points and ideas I thought would happen later in the season and maybe even near the end. But it's only episode TWO of the new season, and I'm appreciative of it for that reason alone.

But explaining the good stuff this episode delivers requires spoilers, so if you haven't watched the episode yet (even though you definitely have at this point), I recommend that you do so. Now let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Blight Industries: Huh. I'll be the first to admit: I would have never expected that the main reason why the Blights are rich is because of their technological advancements. Large in part of how the Boiling Isles is a fantasy world, and rarely do you see technology taking place in a setting such as that. Still, points for total expectation subversion added with some pretty cool tech, I might add.

Odalia Blight: It's nice to put a face to the name I've grown to hate with a fiery passion. Now I can update my dartboard!

But to tell you the truth, it feels weird saying I like someone so vile. I mean, the woman is a manipulative, smarmy b-word who nearly killed Luz. Anybody who does that last part deserves to go on my s**t list! I despise her with the same fiery passion I've had since "Understanding Willow" premiered...and it's that reason why I like her.

Because here's the thing: Characters and people are two different things. If Odalia existed in real life, she better hope that I never meet her. But as a character whose purpose is to have the audience hate her, she succeeds with flying colors. It's the same reason why I consider it unfair to hate an episode like "Something Ventured and Someone Framed" because Mattholomule exists. I get it but understand that hating him is his purpose. It's the same with Odalia. I love her, but only because I love to hate her.

Alador Blight: Wow. I guess Alador really is the lesser of two evils.

By the way, keep in mind that I said "lesser of two evils" and not "the nice one." I don't care how adorable it is to see him get distracted by a butterfly. He's still an abusive figure who stood aside as Luz fought for her life against the Abomitron and still goes along with Odalia's plans despite how heinous they are. And whenever I remember how he treated Amity in "Understanding Willow" as well--

Also, don't make him neurodivergent so he can seem redeemable. It is painfully obvious that he is just exhausted after hours of toiling away in his lab working on his inventions to the point that his brain is beyond fried.

Now, seeing that I've dismissed the argument about how Alador is the nice one, let's actually talk about his character. Because I can see what Dana Terrace meant when she said that he's interesting. He's not explicitly as awful as Odalia, as he mostly seems to be in his own little world half the time. Despite that, Alador still shows signs of being just as dismissive of Amity in general. You see this as he focuses on how her strength shows signs of Amity being a potential coven leader instead of noticing how his daughter nearly died to his own invention. Alador doesn't manipulate, but he doesn't love his daughter in a way a father should either. I'm very intrigued by this route for his character, and I can't wait to see what is done next with him.

Amity’s Amulet: My heart sank when I realized the true purpose behind Amity's amulet. The thought that Odalia found a way to literally be in Amity's head at all times...I hate that. I mean, I love it because it's A+ storytelling and symbolism, BUT I F**KING HATE IT!

Amity in General: And seeing how we're already talking about Amity, let's dive into the fact that "Escaping Expulsion" is easily her best outing so far in the series. I say this because it really puts to the test Amity's dedication to being a part of the group. You can tell by her expressions and Mae Whitman's performance that Amity so desperately wants to help her friends, but she can't due to being afraid of her mother's wrath. Which doesn't surprise me, given what we know about Odalia so far. But what does surprise me is that Amity stands up to Odalia in this very same episode. I expected it for sure, but most likely at the end of the season, due to most shows dragging out a similar concept for drama's sake. However, as I said, the writers don't waste time giving the fans what they want. So, yeah, Amity defies her mother in the very same episode we're officially introduced to her. And it's totally believable, as Amity has been fighting her parent's control ever since Luz literally showed her the light after "Covention" (click here if you don't believe me). It's yet another impressive showcase of Amity's character development and how she's leagues ahead of other redeemable characters who would go through five more episodes like this before getting to the point.

Luz in General: But enough about Amity. For now, let's talk about the actual best character of the series!

Just like Amity, Luz is on top form in "Escaping Expulsion." She is quick to call 'applesauce' about Odalia and Alador expelling the Hex-Squad and is smart enough to figure out the deal Odalia is worming her way into making. Several people classify Luz as stupid, and while she definitely leaps before she looks at times, this episode proves that Luz isn't going to fall for the sweet talk that someone like Odalia offers. As reckless as she can be, Luz is still intelligent enough to know what someone like Odalia wants and cuts to the chase despite knowing the woman can't be trusted. Still, Luz going through with the deal anyways is fantastic character work for her as it shows her dedication to the people she cares about. It hurts my heart to see Luz get all beat up from Alador's inventions, but her willingness to put up with it for her friends is an act of service I wouldn't have expected from anyone else. "Escaping Expulsion" may be more centered around Amity, but it still proves why Luz earns her spot for one of my favorite characters.

Learning How Glyphs Work: Another solid aspect of The Owl House is that the writers find brilliant ways for world-building and explaining the rules of the Boiling Isles. Take this episode's b-plot, for instance. Eda and Lilith need to learn how to do Luz's version of magic, so having an entire section of the episode dedicated to them figuring it out is a perfect outlet to explain how glyphs work in the first place. Although, I have some tribulations with this subplot that I'll get into with the dislikes. But I still consider this a brilliant workaround to explain glyphs, even if specific executions could be handled better.

The Fairy Pie: Not only is this well-crafted dark humor, and not only is it adorable as hell, but it also shows how Amity has calmed down with her feelings toward Luz. She still blushes when handing over the fairy pie, but it is certainly more subdued in comparison to "Wing it Like Witches." I like to think the time off from her (and our) favorite weirdo helped cool down those emotions a bit, but that doesn't mean she won't get slightly flustered every now and again. Because as much as I adore seeing cool and collective, I'm still very much a fan of Disaster Amity due to how cute it is.

Principle Bump: "This character is underappreciated!"

"That character doesn't get enough love!"

YOU WANNA KNOW WHO'S UNDERAPPRECIATED AND DOESN'T GET ENOUGH LOVE?! PRINCIPAL GOSH DANG BUMP, THAT'S WHO!

So many kids' shows focus on how educators are the bad guy who treats students poorly because they love seeing children suffer. But that's not Bump! Sure, he made a misstep in "The First Day," but for the most part, he really cares for his students and hopes that they work hard to be their better selves. So when he's forced to send Luz, Gus, and Willow away, he's genuinely saddened by it to the point where he breaks down crying! On top of being wholesome, Bump missing his students is another example that a character shouldn't be written as evil just because they run a school. Sure, there are scumbag teachers and principals out there, but for others, they're a lot like Bump: People who show admiration and respect to their students rather than ridicule because a principle "just doesn't get it." And I appreciate Bump all the more for it.

Gus and Willow: It feels weird that these two basically got sidelined, especially since they have a stake in the plot as well, but it's understandable. "Escaping Expulsion" is clearly more Amity-centered, and with Luz being the main character, it would also be odd if she didn't get more of the focus than her friends. Having them do more would have been great, but what they've already accomplished is pretty decent anyway. They show how much they're on the same page as Luz when trying to figure out a way to sneak back into Hexide, Willow is still the best voice of reason when saying no one will be killed through their plans, and Gus wins the comedic highlights in the episode. While I would have loved that they did more, I'm perfectly fine with what we got. Besides, this is only episode two of Season Two. We got nineteen more episodes to go to focus on these two.

King: Ok, now, this is the version of King I like to see. A character that mocks Eda as if they're equals and acts as a reluctant voice of reason. This episode shows King more at his best and is a major step above what we've seen in "Separate Tides."

Lilith: ...Yeah, f**k it. I like Lilith.

Personally, I would have preferred seeing her dragged through the coals at least a few episodes, but that's judging the show for what I want. Not what it is. And as is...It's fine. Lilith has a great dynamic with the rest of the Owl House, it's honestly adorable seeing her refer to Luz as a teacher, and that scene where she makes presents out of ice for Hooty is all kinds of wholesome. I'd say your enjoyment of Lilith highly depends on how forgiving you are, and if you think her splitting the curse is enough of a gesture, you probably won't mind her as much. The execution of her redemption really could have used more time in the oven, but Lilith is still a decent character regardless, so what's to complain about.

Luz Making the Abomination Have a Cat Face: ...Luz...I f**king missed you.

DON'T EVER LEAVE FOR THAT LONG AGAIN!

(Also, I just love that this is all Amity needed to know Luz was in trouble)

Hop Pop Cameo: He's on the cover of one of the books Willow's dad lifts up. Which is extra cute given how Dana Terrace and Matt Braley (creator of Amphibia) are close friends in real life.

Willow’s Dad Pretending Not to See Anything: One single action defines the type of man this guy is. He's the fun and understanding dad!

Gus, Willow, and Amity Arguing How to Break In: This little quarrel just shows how much these three need Luz. Without someone to keep the peace and bring up compromises, these idiots would have just kept arguing all night.

In addition to that, this clash over ideas acts as a showcase for who these characters are. Willow is careful and smart, so she's going for the option more unlikely to get them caught. Amity is brash and to the point, so she's going for the route that gets them inside as soon as possible. And then there's Gus, who's young and naive, so his plan sounds like something out of a cartoon. The odds of any of these plans working are highly debatable, but seeing these characters with clashing personalities and ideas is a ton of fun to watch regardless.

Edric and Emira Helping: There's not much to add here. It's just another sweet scene that makes me so glad that the writers decided to make Ed and Em more like supporting characters than minor antagonists like "Lost in Language" made fans think they would be.

(Amity throwing the "Hex me" signs back at Edric is just the cherry on top).

“Stay away from my Luz!”: ...What the f**k do you want me to say that? It's f**king perfect!

Luz Catching Feelings for Amity: ...Huh. Neat.

...

...Alright, let's move on.

Luz Wanting to Take a Nap After--Yeah, I can't do it. Not even for the joke.

WAH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! MU! TU! AL! PINING! AH-HAHAHA!

THIS! This is more of that good s**t I'm talking about! Due to being so used to other shows going for the slow burn when writing the endgame romance, I was expecting Luz to catch feelings halfway through the season, even at the end of it. But near the beginning?! That is something I am more than ok with!

And much like Amity standing up to her parents in this episode, Luz catching feelings this early on is totally believable. Many fans have already analyzed how Luz's love language is "Acts of Service," which I'm somewhat sure is romantic gestures. Meaning that I f**king challenge you to find a grander gesture than holding back a literal killing machine while swooping down like a knight in shining armor! Oh, wait, you can't. BECAUSE THERE ISN'T ANY!

But by far, the best--the BEST--thing that can come from this is the dramatic irony! We, the audience, know that Luz and Amity like each other, but they don't. So the constant failings as these two fools try to work out their romantic feelings for one another is something I cannot wait to see in all its glory.

This is one of the best things that could have come out of the episode, and while it doesn't mean Lumity is canon, it is definitely closer than ever before. And I'm excited about all of it!

Luz Wanting to Take a Nap After Getting Home: I adore this because there's no one way that this can be interpreted. Either it's because Luz is exhausted after nearly getting killed for the fifteenth time that month, or it's because Luz is overwhelmed about having a crush on Amity...or both. Most likely both.

Belos Wanting The Abomatrons: Wow, what an ominous ending to the episode! I'm sure it won't come into play at all in the future...The season finale is going to hurt, isn't it?

WHAT I DISLIKED

Gus’ Growth Spurt: I mean...that's just weird. Gus suddenly being almost as tall as the others is a change so jarring that I feel like an explanation other than "witch puberty" is required. I get that they wanted to explain away why Issac Ryan Brown's voice got deep this season, 'cause puberty's a b**ch. But sometimes I feel like it's best to just ignore it, like with how Phineas and Ferb or Steven Universe just goes along with the fact that VAs tend to grow up when the characters themselves remain ageless.

Eda is Kinda Stupid in this One: It's not just me, right? Because I feel like Eda is more careful in the past than she is in this episode. She's been as reckless as Luz is at times, sure, but carelessly screwing around with magic when she has no idea how it works? I can maybe see King doing that, but not Eda. Just seeing her act dumber than usual is something that doesn't sit right with me.

Lilith Explaining Her Glyph Magic: I don't mind this. Glyph magic is pretty confusing, so having Lilith explain how it works to Eda and the audience is something I can understand. My issue, however, lies in how they did this.

Why, in the name of all that is holy, would Lilith explain her theory after the fact. It would be much more natural if she explained while saving King, but doing it after comes across as more forced than it should. Which is a shame because this series is usually on point when explaining how things work in the Boiling Isles.

And...That's about all the complaints I have with this episode. Which are nothing but nitpicks and possibly personal preferences.

IN CONCLUSION

If I'm willing to forgive and forget, I would give "Escaping Expulsion" a well-earned A+. But I'm not, so it's going to be another solid A. And, I mean, if you complain about that...there's something wrong with you.

"Escaping Expulsion" delivers on quite a bit of what fans want to see on top of giving these great character moments that show why we love these casts of oddballs and weirdos. I wouldn't say it reached perfection, but it still carries the winning streak that this new season has so far. Meaning there's no escaping the fact that Season Two is off to a better start than the first.

(Although, the fact that we got two solid As in a row means that we're in for a stinker real soon, doesn't it?)

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From the Heart

So remember when I said I only had two ideas for Valentine’s Day👀?? Well that’s now three lol

Pairing: college!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: none, all fluff💕 (well maybe a tiny bit of sad times for reader but fluff other than that!)

“Great,” you mumble to yourself scanning through the nearly bare card aisle. At this point though, you’d take anything. Even one with a simple heart on the front and no words written inside.

“I know. Our selection sucks right now,” a warm voice speaks with sneakers lightly squeaking on the polished, concrete floor walking up beside you. “The lunch rush pretty much cleared us out, then those just getting off of work finished it off.”

“Yea I’m not surprised,” you answer not even bothering to look up from your squatted position still searching for a card that’ll do. “I usually don’t wait until the last minute like this but...it’s been a week.”

“Mm. Midterms?”

Finally meeting his bright blue eyes, his plain white tee over his dark jeans leaves nothing to the imagination clinging to his toned upper body in all the right places.

“Y-yea. How did-,”

“Your sweatshirt,” he answers pointing to the oversized, olive green hoodie with Boston College across the front. “I assumed you go there and I know it’s midterms this week so I figured that’s what you were referring to.”

“Oh, um yea-well partly.”

You didn’t have to go into further detail. He could hear the stress and exhaustion in your voice; even see it behind your eyes and the small smile you used to try to hide how you were truly feeling.

“Do you go there too?”

“Yea, still undecided on my major though,” he chuckles scratching the back of his neck. “What about you?”

“Math with a minor in education.”

“Oh so you’re gonna be a math teacher?,” he asks to which you nod. “That’s great because at this rate, I’m probably still gonna be in school when you get your first class, which I’ll more than likely be in.”

His chuckle sets off your own laughs, giving you your first, and much needed, one today.

“Not really aiming to be a professor right now, but I’ll see what I can do to help you.”

“Excuse me young man,” an elderly lady interrupts rolling to the both of you on her motorized scooter. “Can you get something off the shelf for me? I can’t reach it even when I stand.”

“Welp, duty calls,” he whispers with a quick smile, passing by you before asking her to show him what aisle the item was on.

By the time you found a card you felt was good enough, and picked up a small bag of Hersey kisses for yourself, your new friend had just finished checking out his elderly customer.

“You’re such a sweetheart, thank you for being so patient,” she gushed gently patting his cheek as he was bent over putting her single paper bag of items in the attached cart.

“You’re welcome. Do you need help getting this to your car?”

“No I can get it.”

“Okay,” he smiles. “Have a good night, and Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“And a Happy Valentine’s to you!,” she beams, leaving both of you with a small wave.

“So, find a card?,” he asks scanning your two items.

“Yea, surprisingly,” you chuckle getting your money out of you wallet. “My mom already said I didn’t need to send her anything, but I still just wanted to do something nice.”

“I understand. That’s really sweet.”

“Thanks. I try my best,” you shyly smile handing him your money after he gives you your total.

“...Actually wait here for a second.” He doesn’t give you a chance to ask what for or even to say an apprehensive ‘sure’ before he’s jogging towards the back of the store leaving you confused. Being the only two currently in the store, it’s merely seconds before he’s jogging back with a bouquet of red roses extending his arm so you’ll take them.

“They’re beautiful, but I already paid though.”

“It’s on the house.”

“No, I couldn’t-,”

“It’s the last one, and honestly after today they’re just gonna stand back there and wilt. So, rather than die in a boring store, why not be on a pretty girl’s counter to brighten her day?,” he smiles. You thought you were done crying for the day, having released the last bit of tears you felt you had left. However this handsome stranger was about to prove you wrong.

“T-thanks um...Chris,” you sniff reading his name tag and trying with all your might to not bawl in front of this guy you’d just met minutes ago. “I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I hope you feel better...,”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats with a single, gentle nod as if solidifying it to his long term memory. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you smile. Happy, for the first time, about doing something last minute.

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HELLO. MAY I PLEASE HEAR MORE OF YOUR VAMPIRE AU…. 👉👈

OH MY GOD I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Okay, SO. BUCKLE THE FUCKLE UP 'CUZ here's what I've got so far:

Nishiki and Kiryu are still orphans at Sunflower. They come from a tiny village just a few kilometres west from the orphanage. It's a very close and closed-off community. The boys' parents died in a fire when they were very little (which is a common theme for the kids at Sunflower and isn't that a crazy coincidence? *smiles mysteriously*), however the Nishikiyama family house wasn't as badly damaged as Kiryu's so it's just sitting there, waiting for its former residents to reclaim ownership as soon as they're able to (I imagine Kazama would help them with that).

In the next years it becomes a home for Nishiki, Yuko and Kiryu (and Yumi, too, though she feels like a visitor for the most part) in everything but name. It's their hangout spot, their "base of operations", their not-so-secret meeting place. When Yuko's health deteriorates so much that she can't stay at Sunflower anymore, the siblings actually properly move in to make arranging the doctor's visits easier.

It's Nishiki's 17th birthday and all three of them are celebrating and playing games and eating cake and having a good time at the edge of the woods not far from the Nishikiyama residence. They're young and loud and stupid (and ignoring the fact that several people went missing over the course of the last few months) and if Nishiki's heart beats a little too hard in his chest when Kiryu gives him his gift - a beautiful, heavy silver pendant on a slightly-worn leather cord - he doesn't think about it too much (and if he notices that Kiryu stares at him just a bit longer than usual without saying a single word but his gaze is so, so, SO fond-- he doesn't think about it either). (he leaves these kinds of thoughts for restless nights because thinking about his best friend in that way during the day... it hurts. the hurt is good sometimes but it's overwhelming).

They're drunk on the cheap beer they've smuggled from Gen-san's fridge and high on happiness. Unaware that the very same night it would all go crashing down.

At some point they all quiet down and go a little further into the woods than they normally would but no one pays any mind to that. And when suddenly their trio turns into a duo with the sudden absence of the birthday boy himself no one immediately starts panicking. He's been gone for ten minutes, twenty, half an hour. Kiryu tells Yuko to go back to the village, to gather everyone, make them start a search party or something while he keeps looking for her brother (the only things he'll find are the pendant he's gifted to Nishiki with the leather cord torn and the broken shards of his own hope). They never find him.

A year goes by and they hold a funeral for Nishikiyama Akira. Even though there's no body for them to bury. Yuko doesn't cry (she doesn't believe he's really dead). Neither does Kiryu (he used all of his tears up that night, the guilt choking him, and the night after that, and the night after that, and the night-). Yumi does, however. And the nice old lady who gave both Nishiki and Kiryu money for helping her do chores around the house. And the man who gave Nishikiyama a part-time job at his shop (to put at least something towards the cost of his sister's treatment, he felt so indebted to Kazama, and that debt weighed down on him). And a few of the girls and boys from Sunflower too.

Another two years pass. Kiryu moves away to the big city at the behest of Kazama. "It's important for you to continue your education," he says. ("It's important for you to move on," he keeps these words to himself). Kiryu really tries his best. Even makes a few friends (although he's still on the fence about whether he can actually call Oda his friend). It goes as well as it could have considering his circumstances. They say that time heals but Kazuma Kiryu never finds out if there's any truth to those words because he recieves a very short letter - an invitation, actually. To another funeral. But this time it's Yuko they're burying. This time they actually have a body to bury.

Tachibana offers his condolences. Oda offers him a ride to the village and back. Kiryu accepts both.

He can't help but compare this funeral to the last one he's been to. There are fewer people. Fewer tears, too. More flowers. It's quieter and feels something like closure (in truth, it's anything but). Yuko also left behind a will (more like a bunch of wishes since it wasn't an official document but the community decided to honour them anyway). Almost all of her possessions went to the kids from Sunflower, except for the Nishikiyama family house (which on paper actually belonged to Shintaro Kazama) which she left to Kiryu. He can't quite believe it when he hears it and feels his heart break under the onslaught of childhood memories. Still, he goes there later that evening. He finds that little has changed in the time he spent away from the house, from the village, from... all of this, really. There are the same pictures on the walls collecting only slightly less dust. The same books on the shelves and under the broken legs of the old pieces of furniture. The same medicine bottles and equipment in the bedroom, though doubled in quantity. Kiryu's not as devastated as he thought he'd be when he walks around what he used to call his home.

He goes through all the rooms, taking notes of every single thing he finds and every single thing he doesn't. He probably misses a bunch of things (he's not as good at that sort of thing, Nishiki's always had a much better eye for details). Once back outside, he looks for the secret stash they made back when they were teenagers. It's like going through a time capsule. There's a pack of cigarettes he and Nishiki once stole from the teacher's bag, copybooks filled with ugly doodles, dreams for the future and dried flowers and leaves, caps from soda bottles, rocks they thought looked cool, photos and birthday cards damaged by time and weather... the pendant Kiryu gave to Nishiki the last time they saw each other. And a small notebook Kiryu's never seen before. A diary of sorts, a recounting of their days together and their days apart. The handwriting is unmistakingly Yuko's.

It fills him with nostalgia, tears welling up in his eyes, unshed. His heart sinks when he finally reaches the pages where Yuko recounts the last few weeks before she-

She writes about her brother, which is understandable. What's less understandable is the fact that she speaks of him as though he was there, with her. Physically present. Kiryu could chalk it up to the girl being delusional in her dying moments but it doesn't feel right to do so. It's stupid, it's absolutely impossible, he's confused, he's hopeful, why would Yuko hide her notebook there?

The last page. A message. For Kiryu. "Please, Kazuma-kun, help my brother".

Against his better judgement, Kiryu decides to spend the night in the house. Sleep doesn't come to him but that's fine. He sits in the living room, trying to make sense of everything. He sits there until it's way past midnight, until the distant barking of the dogs quiets down, until the rustling of leaves stops, until the very air around him grows still and silent and somehow charged with strange energy. And then he hears it. Three uncertain taps against the window. Kiryu turns his head. It's him.

"Kiryu... Let me in. Please."

He does, without thinking. (He could never very well say no to Nishiki. Even if it got them both in trouble. Even if he's not real.)

The quiet is deafening. It really is him. His best friend (whom he thought dead). His kyoudai. Before Nishiki could say anything, Kiryu wraps him in a tight hug. The only heartbeat between them is Kiryu's own, thundering against his ribs. Nishikiyama doesn't let the hug last, putting some distance between them. He looks guilty, tired; looks at Kiryu with sadness, with longing and something else that he can't quite decipher yet (and it makes him scared but why?). Nishiki also looks older than Kiryu remembers. Not a 17-year-old boy anymore, no. About the same age that Kiryu is now.

Has his gaze always been so sharp? Have his fangs always been this pronounced?

They talk until their throats are hoarse. Until Nishiki pulls out a bottle with some liquid that smells strongly of iron and drinks from it and in that moment Kiryu believes everything his friend has told him. It's crazy, but he does.

Nishiki was abducted that night. Taken from them. By vampires. They hurt him. Forced him to fight other humans (just like him then) for his survival. They fed on him.

It went on and on and on... Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years. Only thoughts of Yuko, and Kiryu, and Yumi kept him going. He wanted to see them again. He hoped he would. That hope was crushed when Nishikiyama met his match in the arena. No, not his match. Someone far stronger. He lost and was tossed out to die. But another vampire saved him. It was a woman, whose face he saw often among the spectators of his fights. She stood out from the crowd, since she never cheered for any of the humans. Never put any bets. Only looked at all that madness with quiet horror. "Reina" she said her name was.

She gave Nishiki blood. Her own blood, and the blood of the vampires that were much stronger and more powerful than her (but not wiser), and human blood.

He turned and it was even worse than the years of anguish he had experienced. The pain and constant thirst almost drove him mad until he was taught to deal with them.

Nishiki was given a second chance. He escaped. And ever since that moment he's been trying his damndest to help other victims of those monsters. Both, the poor imprisoned souls and the villagers who might have shared his fate otherwise.

THAT CONCLUDES MY MAD RAMBLINGS BECAUSE I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT THAT WELL

also i don't remember the last time i wrote this much in one sitting and i'm tireeeeeed. i'm not cut out to be a writer and it shows nghghghhhhhh

but! but! but! i have a couple thoughts on where the story goes:

kiryu decides to stay in the village and help nishiki

they uncover the vampires evil plans and recruit a few other characters to fight on the side of JUSTICE (i.e. kazama, who up to that point has been kind of in cahoots with the vamps - hence trying to atone by means of creating the Sunflower orphanage; kashiwagi; yumi; reina; tachibana and oda; majima, and yeah he was actually the one that defeatead nishiki and unknowingly caused him to become a vampire, also majima himself turns into a vampire later in the story thanks to a certain mad simp nishitani)

yuko comes back as a vampire

at some point the scene from my fanart happens; something along the lines of kiryu and nishiki being found by the evil vamps and being attacked. then of course nishiki saves kiryu (who's still baffled that this shit is happening to them and vampires are REAL) and tells him to run which he doesn't but it works out fine in the end

the scene of nishiki drinking kiryu's blood is a MUST because i. love. that. shit. (it's also extremely horny dfjvhsdkfhiasdfhisd)

nishiki's personality is somewhere in between his ykz0 and ykz k*wami self (like, he's much colder now but he still cares about others and does things not just for the sake of his own ambition)

idk about the end but immortal boyfriends? sounds nice?

#i'm so sorry anon this took so long #i went to bed and slept for like 12 hours and then my neck and back were really bothering me ghjklkjljfkjg #i had to take a few smoke breaks along the way #writing shit is hard #OKAY I'M DONE WITH EXCUSES SORRYYYYY #nishikiryu #yakuza #vampire!au #ask

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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What type of kids do you think the ikevamp guys would be if they went to high school?

Oh boy HERE WE GO

(Under a cut bc this post is a Long Boi^TM)

Napoleon. Would prbly be that kid that’s like somehow bafflingly in the top ten of his class but nobody ever sees him??? Like he’s always late to school or napping in the quietest places on campus (they found him in a locker once and the school was laughing about it for WEEKS bc he insisted he was just chillin, and it wasn’t like a bullying incident he just wanted to sleep LMAO). Surprisingly amiable? A lot of people are afraid of him at first but he’s just so casual and direct, he gains quite a few friends (and a good number of girls have a crush on him--he always diverts the attention of skeevy guys). Good friends with Jeanne because they fence together a lot, and people are always baffled at how easily they chat

Mozart. Where do I begin. Number one in his class, perfectionist prick. That one kid that’s a known prodigy and that everyone hates for his impeccable grades and musical talent. Always gets the solos and conducting roles in the school performances. He knows how to play a crowd--will always be sweet and cherubic in front of teachers. But when it’s just the students? All gloves are off. Frigid and incendiary, will not take any shit and will tear you apart with words in milliseconds. Do not cross. He will end your entire life and self-esteem, it’s not worth it. Has a few friends, and they often experience the disdain of jealous students--but they’re all steadfast about defending him. And Mozart will not tolerate it if people are mistreating his friends, he’s an iron wall of defense; to be his friend means to always have someone looking out for you, make no mistake. He and Jeanne often grab food together after practice and ask about each others day, they hella close but never really show it while school’s on--their class schedules are worlds apart bc of their grades, and at lunch they’re usually practicing/doing hw. When they hug it out at graduation and pat each other on the back everyone nearly falls the fuck out of their chair LMFAO

Leonardo. That kid that 100% could probably be in the top fifty of his class but just can’t be bothered to give a damn. Always argues points with his teachers and plays devil’s advocate until they are inches from exploding at him. Always the one to mercifully make class feel shorter with his absolute distraction-heavy shitfuckery (and sometimes you really learn something because of his line of thinking). He's a dumbass but like harmless, essentially. Used to be the perfect student^TM and then decided the system was bullshit and he wanted no part of it, thinks public education can kiss his ass. Nobody knows it since he asks people not to talk about it, but he tutors kids after school for hours--has brought kids from Ds to Bs. He always dodges nosy people, never goes to parties, and finds ways to intervene around kids that are struggling with smth (with ninja stealth of course). Despite how easily he laughs and chats with just about anyone, he’s...actually surprisingly v much a lone wolf. Only ever consistently hangs out with the heartthrob rich kid, but nobody understands why???? And they’re always roasting each other wtf, are they even friends????

Comte. Pretty boy genius, always in the top five of his class though doesn’t seem too worried about it or obsessed with rank as students often are. It’s more that his parents have high expectations for his future as their heir, so he tends to fall in line with it. Born into money but somehow....not an asshole??? He doesn’t really like showing off, tries to be quiet about his accomplishments but his parents won’t really allow it--and he’s the star of the soccer team so it can be hard to hide. Most often the one at a party trying to help people sober up (always designated driver) or hearing his friends out when they have a problem. Has never publicly tried to bust heads, but some of the guys in the school insist he’s got a dark side--probably because he threatened them (passive aggressively) within an inch of their lives for being disgusting to girls. But nobody believes them bc...I mean look at him, does that look like a threat?? He just bought that kid’s lunch for christ’s sake. TONS of girls ask him out and confess their feelings, and he always lets them down as gently as he can--conceivably doesn’t like anyone himself, as far as the student body knows. Like Leonardo he’s v amiable, but also manages to reveal nothing personal while getting close. Leonardo’s the only one that’s managed to scratch the surface, and the kid won’t leave him alone for some godforsaken reason. And yet, he seems to enjoy their minutes of banter more than the hours of time spent with “friends”

Arthur. Oh boy. Good lord. Well. He used to be a sweetheart that would always seek out the mousier students and bring them into discussion/involve them on the playground. But alas, Teenage Jadedness^TM hit him like a train and now he’s an incorrigible flirt and believes no single person can be good deep down (somebody get this bitch some eyeliner). Believes the world will always be a cruel and unfeeling place where victims are never heard, so he just kind of goes full skeptical and bitter (think Sylvain for those of you that are FE fans). Has fun with every girl he sees (usually dating several girls at once) and doesn’t much care for his grades, but somehow has perfect scores in English?? He insists it’s because he needs to keep his seduction game on par with the voices of older legends before him, but some of the girls that see him in the library from time to time--v serious--are struck by how attractive he is in such deep focus, entirely uncharacteristic of his nosy and boisterous behavior in the halls (can often be seen whirling around Isaac like a bird of prey while our little baby robin Isaac stiffly tries to get away from him, and Dazai often joins to make things even more chaotic bc why not? In reality they just love this feisty kid that never gives up on what’s right, even though they’ve both given up trying themselves)

Dazai. He’s one of those kids that like does weed regularly but is also like...alarmingly insightful?? Like those kids I was always told to avoid, but now and again I would have conversations with out of necessity and was just...kinda shook. I mean granted he’s a little weird but he’s fairly harmless?? He’s like a class clown but on a massive scale--there’s nobody in the place that doesn’t know who he is, that haven’t heard tales of his exploits (he always comes in through the windows and gets detention for it a lot, and he even brought a chicken with him to school once????) nobody gets what he’s doing at any moment (don’t even know if he does really, chaotic mofo) and honestly nobody wants to know they just do the side eye meme when he appears or laughs. The teachers lament his untapped potential or just hate him for making their lives an even bigger headache than usual, and his grades are...yeah let’s not look at those. Organized the senior prank with absolute GLEE, and it was talked about for ages after he was gone--an inspiration chaotic bastards everywhere

Theodorus. (I hate.......that I pictured him in those like Vineyard Vine white boy clothes.......for the record its mostly bc his parents force him to wear them). All business. This kid doesn’t have time for your bullshit, will absolutely walk away if you’re boring him or seeking social clout. Popular because he’s hot and has a mean streak a mile wide, all the girls that didn’t like Mozart for being ethereal and effeminate boomeranged to find Theo ready to fulfill their hopes and dreams. They only grow more feral when rumors of him actually being fairly nice one on one--and telling creeps to fuck off of vulnerable girls at parties--start to circulate. (If he isn’t with Vincent, Arthur is probably near. Nobody understands how the two are brothers????) Van Gogh name apparently is just “I can be your angel or i can be your devil” and no one understands how... Grades are average and he’s plenty capable, most of his time is spent working after school because his parents refuse to provide Vincent with any artistic materials (canvas, paints, etc). They ask him to go to parties more, but he only goes to piss his parents off (he’s v lowkey punk and it’s understandably sexy of him). Will literally only listen to Vincent, and got in a looooot of trouble after getting into a fistfight with Shakespeare. Only stopped because his parents blamed Vincent for the incident, and Vincent apologized and went quiet for days ;-;

Vincent. Always been quiet and shy, but he doesn’t dislike ppl--he just has a hard time speaking up now and again. His parents always talk over him and tell him nothing he has to say has any real value, so he tends to struggle with a lot of self-doubt. Not isolated because he’s not likeable, it’s more because people tend to take advantage of his mild and earnest nature--until Theo runs them off. He’s on amiable terms with most people but has no real, true friends and it makes him feel lonely a lot. Mostly copes with the emotional turmoil by painting as much as he can. His grades are average, he does reliably well but can often be found daydreaming or distracted. Theo tends to escort him everywhere because of his propensity to attract danger (namely Shakespeare) or walk into things cuz he’s in his head a lot. A few of the artsier girls and the quiet academic girls have HUGE crushes on him (he’s softspoken, sweet, and calm; come on now), but he’s so distant--and honestly nice to everyone in equal measure--that they don’t have much hope of it coming to fruition. This kid deadass doesn’t think a single girl would ever like him that way so he’s just c:???????? when Theo talks about “those nosy harpies coming after my brother”

Jeanne. EDGY MCEDGE. Isn’t amazing in the academic department, but he’s a killer fencer--the rallying cry of the entire team. He became leader his sophomore year and he’s pretty much the only reason they keep destroying at tournaments throughout the year. Despite the pervasive interest in him he intimidates most people away with his swift intensity and ironclad stoicism. Silent as a grave and very still, people are convinced he’s the Grim Reaper reincarnated (listen he’s juST A DUTIFUL BABIE N O). If he isn’t fencing or practicing, Isaac often offers him help in the library after school hours in one of the study rooms (can’t be seen who’s inside from the outside). The two develop a kind of uncanny bond; they’re both so...bad at human-ing that they find a lot of comfort in the atmosphere they create. There’s none of the bullshit grandstanding or clout obsession, just them genuinely trying to help each other (yes Jeanne absolutely teaches Isaac self-defense moves in order to crush the kids that pick on him, and Jeanne often either glares or outright threatens those students when Isaac isn’t looking). Only ever smiles or feels understood when he’s hanging out with Mozart, so he cherishes the time Mozart offers him to hang (he knows the kid is busy up to his eyeballs and under a ton of pressure by comparison, his parents don’t care much as long as they can brag about his fencing records)

Isaac. Mega nerd that just...does not know how to interact. Only understands math and DESTROYS in competitive math club, but otherwise is always alone at lunch or just in the library. A little bean pole because he doesn’t look after himself very well (neglects to eat a lot) and can sometimes be found asleep on his books. If approached he will be very thorny, doesn’t have any friends to speak of and trusts everyone about as far as he can throw them. Yells at Arthur and Dazai a lot when they flock around him, and has gotten into his fair share of fights. Never starts fights, but will finish them. People are surprised he can hold his own, and he comes away with blood that ain’t his. There are a few girls that are curious about him, but its mostly the ones that have seen his awkward thoughtfulness in club--or the girls that are sick of the assholes and appreciate how stalwart he is. He really just wants to be left in peace (his parents never show up to his meets or when he wins academic awards, and the few teachers that notice are pretty concerned abt his reactivity and complete lack of social savvy...) Leonardo always helps him sneak in at night to look at the stars on the school roof

Shakespeare is p much the like “kid most anticipated to be in jail as soon as they’re out of high school” He just. Has that like...serial killer vibe??? Idk if I’m explaining this well but he was that guy that would always cling to genuinely compassionate girls just trying to be nice like a LEECH, and would never fucking shut up if he did or didn’t get attention. You just can't win with this kid. Probably wanted to kill the kids that made fun of him or at the very least wanted to lash out against the confident/popular/nice kids. Only liked you if he didn’t deem you a threat, or if you didn’t make him insecure, or if you tolerated him (aka Vincent. Vincent PLEASE stop trying to reach out to dangerous ppl....I love you too much to watch this shit...) He admitted as much to Theo and the kid went livid with rage and pummeled him into the ground, though most of the rest of the student body doesn’t know quite what happened. (Theo refuses to explain to anyone, and just walks away if asked). Shakespeare will just change the subject endlessly and make passive aggressive threats until the person leaves if they try to bring it up. The only time the entire class has EVER seen Leonardo mad is when Shakespeare kept tailing this girl that wanted no part of him

Sebastian. Nerdy like Isaac, but is more of the silent observer type. Like Theo, doesn't want any part of the bullshit but won't be as blunt or outspoken about it, he's only open about it if pressed or pissed off. Doesn't have much patience for the clique-driven nature of high school and tends to take an interest in the people who stand out beyond the mind-numbing drama. Also is in the top fifty but studies like a lunatic, and can often be seen asking Comte for tips now and again. Has tried talking to Mozart and admires his talents, but Mozart gives a cold shoulder that would put Antarctica to shame. (Leonardo tries to ninja him into taking breaks but never succeeds). Has a great deal of disdain for the troublemakers (Arthur and Dazai) but doesn't intervene, just watches shit go down and sighs. Probably the most normal(?) one of the bunch, just does his best and keeps his head down

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oosizins · 3 years

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Genre: angst,fluff Words: 1.952 Warning: bullies, swearing words and violence and a little kiss

AN: So this is a request by @seroonie

I hope you like it sweetie

Bichy Bich Club

All start when they were younger Jeno was a little boy who loved take care of himself everyone thought he was selfish until he went help a little girl named Y/n, who was bullied by some random person. Fom that everything start to turn into something else, and that until now they had grown up, the little selfish kid turn into a men who is now in highschool, part of the soccer team he have good grades, rich and everywhere he is going everyone is staring at him. The little girl had grown even pretier that before but no one was able to see it but Jeno and his friends. She was really silent and didn't want everyone to look at her like they are looking at Jeno. She also have good grades and if you're searching for her she is at the table next to the window watching her friends doing sports or just studying.

But like in all the stories they are antagonists and there it was a girl named Chloe really popular too, by a chance (or not ) she got close to Jeno, they start hanging out together and he even introduce her to his friends, here they are:

Renjun the older of theme all, he was cold from the outside but when you get to know him he was as warm as the cacao that you drink in a cold winter, Haechan he was always teasing everyone and even the teachers were weak but he's the sunshine of you're group. Jaemin everyone's favorite, he was kind, heart warming and sociable when they were younger jeno and he were always fighting but they learn how to live around each other and they discovered how they likeed each other. Jaemin was here for everyone who need love and support and finally Y/n the only girl that was really close to them all she was shy and talk only to the boys so imagine the face that Chloe made when she knew that Jeno had another girl in his life. But she anyways took the place of all the girls dreams and became Jeno's girlfriend. And from this situation they're history are starting

Hey Y/n we are here said Haechan while shaking his hand over his head.

Ye I'm not that blind Chan I just need to go somewhere. you mumble back

Ok we are going to wait for you in the library Renjun shout and you and you friends separate to your respective place, actually, you were going to the bathroom, it was now an habit that at 13h Chloe and her friends were here in the toilet waiting for you and if you miss one of there reunion it's the end, they gonna make fun of you in front of the whole highschool or you gonna be bitten up

So you got our history home work? Asked Chloe without even looking at you

No I didn't get the time you replied

Ow and why did you didn't get the time? You were hanging out with someone? A no I forgot that beside Jeno and his pets you don't have any one her friend commented

So what are we going to do with you? Hm? Maybe hurt you? Like slap you're ugly face? Or no maybe hurt you're friends? The second said

No! Hurt me but not my friends you begged I don't care if you slap me... but don't you dare do something to my friends. You suddenly had a wired felling inside of you like if you're blood start boiling and anger filled your eyes.

Ow so we want to play the superhero? Chloe ironically asked

No but if you dare touch one of there hair all the high school will know what did you did with Kai

Ow I see you gain in confidence, but why would they trust you when you have the courage to talk only to MY boyfriend and his friends?

Do you really love "you're" boyfriend? That is the question everyone beside you him and you're two dogs know that you don't like him for who he is but for his-

That is none of your business bich- She cut you off and you saw his hand fly and slap you're cheek Don't you dare talk to me like that again or you'll regret

What you are gonna do if I talk to you like that?

She grab your hair and smack it against the sink

That what I'm gonna do stupid, don't you're parents thought you how to respectfully talk to people or they don't like you too?....

And they're gone

That isn't actually the worst they've done, you're just gonna have an bruise and maybe a red cheek but that's ok .... Right?

Hay what happened? Asked Renjun a little panicked to see you with a black eye And you saw Jeno take out his water bottle to place it gently against you're cheek bone

You felt you're heart race and you're cheek heat up by the fact that he was looking at you and his hand patting you. He was so gentle even if he have strong arms long legs kick bullies booties he was so careful and sweet, he always had the habit to make you fall for him in a way

I got stuck in the bathroom and I hurt myself against the door you said silently and you heard Jamin replying

Y/ n it's actually the 5 time it happened maybe we'll go with you next time?

In the girls bathroom? Noooo I'm not going with you, they're all gossiping about how jeno is strong, beautiful and everything else! joked haechan

No but we can stay on the bench in front to wait and if after 10 minutes you're not out we go break the doors explained Jaemin

No it's ok guys I'm ok don't worry you thank them.

No you're not that courageous or brave that you want to be, you don't fight back you don't want to get into troubles like all those popular protagonist in the series.

After the classes you saw Chloe talking to a new guy he seemed to be uninterested in what she was saying and you laugh

What is funny Y/n ? Asked Jeno

Just you're girlfriend trying to catch that guys attention you laughed out

Oh I hope it's a joke you're not like the boys right? He groaned

But why out of all the girls did you choose her? She isn't even kind? And she look like a fish

Yes but she love me and I love her she is really nice she even get to know you and she is beautiful I don't know why you think she is ugly jeno said

Ye she is pretty with all that paint on her face and she is kind with those popular guys you mumble to yourself

Y/n I'm telling you that I like her can you just respect my opinion

And I want you to be happy and with that you're gonna be everything but happy, she's a whore and when are you gonna get it? You were screaming

You know what don't come to me I'm not letting anyone talking about my girlfriend like that and usually people understand but you don't seem to. And he walk away

No-jeno I... I'm sorry...you started to cry out but he didn't heard and you get inside the bus alone with no one to talk to or to lean on while listening to music but all you were able to do is cry cuz knowing Jeno for that long you know that he wouldn't let you come close to him so you were crying, you have lost you're best friend.

//:✨a week have passed✨://

As you knew jeno didn't let you come closer to him so you were talking to the boys,Chloe said that if she see you with Jeno she will beet The boys so you didn't try to talk to him neither, Haechan said that Chloe hook up with one of the newbie of the highschool and you were again thinking about Jeno...

Jeno was blind he thought that this girl liked him for who he was but no it's just that he is famous, his rich, he is sportif and handsome.

Like every other day you were walking down the strets to to you're house it's was dark and only the little lights were showing you the way across the little park. You get out of the park and you saw what you didn't want to see. Jeno walking alone, you did as you havn't seen him but he took you're hand and that makes you look at him in confution

Sorry Y/n.... I'm dumb we shouldn't have had a fight about her. he said and put you in his arms

No...hmpf.- Jeno let me go- you were trying to go out but his arms were too strong

It's killing me that you want to go out now when before the simple fact that I touch you're shoulder makes you blush he said and you were kinda surprised by how he new

Jeno what are you talking about let me go out what is someone see us like that, they.. they would think that you are...- you tried to explain

I don't care about the others I care about you! He shout out and you were again speechless

But me I have to care about them cuz if Chloe see us like that she gonna beet us up me and that boys you mumble and you felt tears dropping

What?! You are telling me that only now?! My Lord I'm so wrong come here he said and drag you by you're arms, So you are saying that all the scars the bruise and everything else it's because of this bich?

How are you talking about you're girlfriend? You asked a little bit shocked.

It's been a week sins she isn't my girlfriend. Cuz during this time when we were fighting I finally figured how.... How I love you Y/n that is unbelievable but I figured out that I was always watching you or asking where you were or how you were and everytime someone was talking about you I was smiling like a dumb crap in love. He looked at you and you were still inerpreting what he said and you were happy to know that he loved you

Are you confessing? You joked

Of course yes how can I not, you're the girl of my dreams and I want you to be my ... My girlfriend he confess while scratching the back of his neck

Can- I .. can I kiss you? You mumble while playing with your fingers.

He looked a little bit surprised but didn't refuse and took you're chin in his finger and close the distance between your two lips.

And after that day Chloe got in (garde a vue) and everyone left her cuz what she did was discussed

Y/n was finally getting more comfortable around people and lived a happy life with our dear Jeno who took extremely care about her, Renjun, Jaemin and Haechan were so happy that they finally confess to each other, they wanted to do like a little wedding (but they didn't cuz it was to childish in Jeno's opinion and Jaemin was sad but that's ok)

But now the most important is that everyone know that popularity is not being rich, being highly educated or perfect, it's being kind, humble and real.

#oh my gosh #it's kinda long #but i like it #what about you?#seronnie asked #nct dream fluff #jeno x reader #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #lee jeno

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stonerz4sokka · 3 years

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the gaang (& co.) on zoom

aang: ALWAYS mixes up his class times and it isn’t until sokka helps build his schedule and set reminders on aang's phone that he actually shows up to the right class at the right time, always excited to be there but is constantly getting distracted by the littlest things (doesn’t help that his window is behind his computer), isn’t afraid to tell the teacher when the hw assigned is too much (the whole class thanks him for that), types jokes in the class chat, wears his appa print pajamas to class everyday, motivates people to stay optimistic during these ‘troubling times’ (and it works)

katara: wears sweatpants and a crewneck everyday but NEVER forgets to do her hair, talks shit about the ugly white girls in their class (some are sokka’s exes) with zuko, wants to do pranks with toph but is too scared of getting caught (though she eventually does a few), takes the lead in breakout rooms bc she can’t stand the awkward silence although if aang is there they’ll both be very distracting, will literally laugh on camera every time she hears a stupid comment, gives emotional speeches to help motivate her classmates which are well-intentioned but come off as a little preachy :/ people still try though bc they weirdly don’t want to disappoint her, refuses to let a man interrupt her so she will continue talking even if their voices are overlapping for a good 20 secs

sokka: has an insane amount of reminders, alarms and organizational tools on his phone and computer so he doesn’t forget to go to class, he tries so hard to focus but ends up doing something that’s completely unrelated yet still educational, wears his same dumbass science pun t-shirts to class but he has his hair down more which makes the white girls in his class go crazy, starts all his sentences with ‘i think’ or ‘maybe we should’, tried to be clever once by setting a video on loop for his zoom background so the teacher didnt know he went to the bathroom but forgot to mute himself so the entire class heard him pee :(( his teachers enjoy him more in a zoom setting bc he's less of a distraction but they hate how he never stays on topics and asks questions they dont have the answer to, whenever katara sees him getting increasingly neurotic she’ll send him links to cool small businesses and they’ll ignore their classes n go online shopping together

zuko: always looks tired and grumpy even when he’s well rested, his camera is at 256p even when he has the newest macbook (azula messed w his computer & he still hasn't realized), extremely paranoid around accidentally unmuting himself so he just never talks, cannot figure out zoom and never screen shares for projects bc it takes him 15 mins every. time. is weird in breakout rooms because he's bad at social situations but he's trying!!! he could try harder tho :/ is able to empathize well with his fellow classmates n tries to lift their spirits (it rarely works but the effort feels nice), the teacher once saw him scream and punch his desk during the desmos activity and sent iroh an email about local therapists who specialize in anger management, spends his breaks between classes crying

toph: she will pick her nose, eat food, clip her toenails, do anything gross on camera to get back at her history teacher who told her she needs to be more ladylike, is actually cool in breakout rooms she seems like she would be super distracting but she would complain about the shitty teachers n provide insightful thoughts for the discussion/assignment at hand, does her zoom classes in her backyard so she could play with bugs, gives very helpful advice for maintaining ones sanity during online learning

suki: is always wrapped up in her blankets to the point where u can barely see her face, eats on camera & doesn't realize that no one wants to see that shit, she laughs at all the teachers' bad jokes bc she genuinely thinks they're funny, refuses to let sokka outperform in zoom learning so she does actually pay attention although it doesn't look like it, is really chill in breakout rooms n pretends she doesn't really care but will edit the work after class so it fits her expectations, she once farted in the middle of when she was talking and just pretended like she it didn't happen, actually is fine with online learning and likes the flexibility and doesn’t get why sokka is spiraling all the time ://

azula: oh god, she wears entire outfits with khakis and polos and SHOES!!! for her zoom meetings!!! she. wears. shoes. her hair is always perfect, tries WAY too hard and everyone knows when she wants to speak in class bc she literally starts vibrating on camera, one time someone won a debate against her in class and she turned off her camera for a good 3 minutes, when she turned it back on her eyes were watery and her entire face was red, doesn't understand how people are underperforming over zoom, has the second highest gpa in the school (after sokka) and managed to convince herself he is actively trying to ruin her life but he's just........ sitting there. constantly messes with zuko's google calendar so he's late for class, can clearly see the art of war by sun tzu on her bookshelf in the background

mai: yawns on camera whenever azula talks just to piss her off, doesn't talk often because her teachers & peers underestimate her but she's smart and when she does talk it's always something rlly insightful, one time her and ty lee were paired with jet for a project where he spent the whole time 'explaining' the topics at hand while they did the entire project on another tab and pretended to pay attention to him, tom tom will sometimes join her during class bc he misses her n she acts like she hates it but she does love spending time with him, is actually secretly extremely anxious about maintaining her grades during online learning but only sokka and ty lee can tell, her and sokka gossip through heavily layered inside jokes that only the two of them understand

ty lee: built a completely new daily schedule and organizational system the minute she learned they were switching to zoom, is always ready for class 20 mins before it starts but joins the zoom 2 minutes after class started so no one thinks she’s an overachiever, a great student but she waits too long to speak in class so she barely joins in on the discussions, is seemingly the regular ty lee but every so often she’ll pretend to go to the bathroom & turn off her camera to recollect herself bc she’s always on edge :/, would have the best gpa in the school but doesn’t want to seem intimidating so she purposefully scores lower on certain assignments so she has a 3.75 gpa,

jet: he tries to subtly vape during class by turning off camera his camera but its really obvious bc when he comes back he’s coughing and waving the smoke out the air, only participates in breakout rooms when the teacher comes in and immediately turns off his camera when they leave, staged a kidnapping during one of his lectures as an elaborate prank but no one cared noticed, someone else recorded the prank and posted it on tiktok where it blew up & all the comments were insulting him, he didn’t care though because ‘there’s no such thing as bad clout’

chan & ruon-jian: has not gone to a single one of their zoom classes sober (honestly barely attend), still tried throwing houseparties even when the cases were at their peak, tried to one-up jet's kidnapping prank by calling SWAT on themselves but ended up getting arrested because they forgot to hide their stash (they sell counterfeit juul pods), worst part was that their prank only got 250 views on yt :(

#ik this is pretty late considering it's been a year in quarantine but i made this for ME #the gaang #mai #ty lee #azula #jet #god azula would be SO FUNNY in zoom classes #tag urself im sokka #and sort of suki n mai #sokka and mai #ty lee and mai #my sokka n mai tag is sooo weak its my biggest flaw smh #chan #ruon-jian #didnt feel like tagging everyone but my otp chan-jian deserved the love💗#chan and ruon-jian

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