#kinda shocked to realise i DID like all my classes

[foxsoulcourt]

15 questions

(or the time I almost pasted a comment intended for Hunting, @roseforthethorns + Only_1_Truth's recent spicy 🌶🌶🌶 JB/Q/AT werewolf au instead of the questions to answer 👀😂)

Ty @bishybarnaby + @macontheweb for asking me to play! 💜

1. Are you named after anyone? Kind of. My mama's best friend's name was Laurie + she like the sound of it so she came up w/something similar. (Grateful my dad ix-nayed the Two Grandmother's Name idea because Patience Josephine is a l o t for one small human to shoulder.)

2. When was the last time you cried? Two nights ago during a rewatch of Madam Secretary s05 e16 The New Normal about climate change-related migrations. Before that got weepy while listening to a friend explain the complicated surgery + recovery protocol she's navigating.

3. Do you have kids? Yep, two 24 y.o. born 5 minutes apart. Very different in almost every way, currently living in two different states. Each are DeLiGhTfuL humans which makes being family a lot of fun. ~ Interestingly, this almost wasn't my story. I'm deeply grateful neither of my parents pushed marriage or kids onto my ideas for the future. I grew up knowing neither choice is for everyone, nor an indicator of a rich, full life, and well into my twenties I was utterly convinced neither were for me. ~ As life unfolded I did a shit-ton of therapy, decided to stick around this place + then later on met my person. We're well-matched in many great ways, so when things shifted inside both of us, our two came into the world. We intentionally raised + launched them aligned with our quirky values + interests which turned out to be a trickier design challenge than I anticipated. Worthy though! But, ummm, I'm STILL kinda tired, so if you choose to do the kid thing, please get more sleep than I did while you do it. Your future self will be grateful. Plus if you have ovaries, menopause is a w a y easier journey if you've been getting enough sleep beforehand. #adrenal fatigue is real

4. Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally I hint at it, but no. It makes me emotionally + physically squirm.

5. What is the first thing you notice about people? Hmmmm, intuitively I pick up how emotionally safe they are, both within themselves + how they're likely to interact with others. Next I notice what draws their eyes. Then I get curious about what they choose to wear + why. Sometimes it's the exact opposite sequence.

6. What is your eye color? Green

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Ha! Happy endings!!! CanNOT watch anything remotely scary.

8. Any special talents? After years + years of wondering WTAF, I realised I'm the human equivalent of a portable sanctuary. Not always (that would be aNnOyiNg for all involved!), but often there's something about how I listen + interact w/people that makes them feel safe enough to share something about themselves, an insight, or chitchat about A Real Thing. It happens literally a n y w h e r e. Yesterday it was w/a guy in the grocery store check out line.

9. Where were you born? Within a mile of a small beach in a formerly sleepy southern Californian town, USA; moved to the PNW when I was 12. West coast gal all the way.

10. What are your hobbies? Chopping vegetables while listening to old school jazz, reading, dinking around in the garden, going for walks to look at other people's gardens, evolving as a human being, making Mr FSC laugh so his eyes crinkle. Vague itch to pick up some sort of fabric art activities in 2023.

11. Do you have any pets? After the heart-break of nursing first one + then a second older man cat to the other side (see below), I've become an avid backyard bird watcher. This includes staring out the window at LoTs of little brown birds + talking to the neighbourhood crows.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? All my life I've been physically active, almost always outside the bounds of defined sports. In high school I swam + played on the badminton team and both were a total gas, but that was because we were a team of weirdos doing something fun together. Swimming, bike riding, hiking, sailing, skiing, dancing, walking - all of it - is for the joy of feeling my body in motion. I am so f*%ing grateful to my parents for leading by example in this way which, thankfully, I seem to have passed onto both of our kids.

13. How tall are you? 5′6" / 167 cm

14. Favorite subject in school? All of them. Seriously. I loved learning about the natural world which opened up into all.of.the.sciences. Loved learning mathematics even when it was moderately hard; stopped when it got really hard. Adored reading + writing, and then writing about what I read. Liked art + cooking + sewing (which was still taught at the time). Took Spanish + then went to Latin America to speak it. Enjoyed learning how to speak persuasively, up in front of other people. Reading this over I started laughing because it makes sense of my Uni experience! Spent a few years on a journey through most of these topics before I narrowed it down to History of Science. Which still covers almost all of them PLUS included the study of people + institutions! Grad school was focused on leadership development + how to navigate organisational change, which meant picking up organisational psychology to add into the mix.

15. Dream job? Having had s e v e r a l already + being in the 3rd act of life w/the need to make a bit more money, this is a f a s c i n a t i n g, topical + tender question. I've loved what I've done: waited tables; collaboratively created a customer service + accounting dept within a successful dot com start up within a major retailer; lay minister with teens in a queer positive church; parent; organisational change consultant. B u T, I've also experienced mental + physical exhaustion 3x. The last episode has been particularly challenging to recover from, so the question at hand is how to be moderate. I hear it's possible + have seen others achieve this goal. Recently started back up w/therapy to figure why it's been challenging for me thus far. Dream of dreams? Consultant designing + facilitating important conversations w/in organisations navigating changes in leadership styles between The Old Way + what's evolving. I'm pretty skilled at inter-generational dynamics which is a deal these days. Goal is to get paid handsomely enough for doing it part time. Stretch goal? Flesh out some scribbled notes pinned on the bulletin board >> write a couple of small square books about organisational change + Generation Flux + sTuFf.

Who else wants to play? If you're interested, @fuzzballsheltiepants, @pomponiaia, @christinefromsherwood, @anyawen, @merceyca, @leahlisabeth, @youreyestheyglow. I'm guessing any one of you will do this in 50% fewer words. 😉 Carrying forward bishy's caveat: this one is long and also personal, so feel free to nope out if you'd rather not!

Here are sweet Oscar + Mr Bingley, may they continue to rest in peace while nourishing the garden.

#15 questions #get to know me #thanks for the tag! #mac thx for idea of including cat pic! #personal #it surprised me how moving it was to answer these questions #realised once again i'm grateful my parents did the best they could with what they had #and that we've been able to do the same for our two kids #kinda shocked to realise i DID like all my classes #didn't realise that until typing this out #did i mention sleep is important #so important

[jinnie-ret]

9th member reader where skz are on a talk show or smth and the host is saying some uncomfy stuff abt reader being the only girl in a group of boys. the boys would be kinda passive aggressive about their replies because they cant outright say anything for fear of bad publicity and being disrespectful. i like the idea of the boys sticking up for reader in any way they can, even if they have to be sly about it so reader knows they have their back

bite my tongue

stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: angst

content warnings: sexual harassment (verbal)

word count: 1.6k

summary: when an interviewer decides to pick on you specifically, the boys do their best to hold back and get you out of the situation.

Thank you so much for this request! I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

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You decided you hated interviews. There was clearly a difference between how they'd talk to the boys in comparison to how they'd treat you. Whether it was by completely ignoring your existence or sexualising you as the only female in the group, it made you feel awful. The gross comments that were made caused you to feel uncomfortable, yet your demeanour was too shy to fight back. Perhaps that was a good thing, you had 8 other members to defend you at all times anyways.

You were currently doing an interview to promote S-CLASS, your new title track, and it seemed to be a nice atmosphere, a nice sit down conversation where you could talk about your music mixed in with other personal questions to make it more fun. But that was the issue, it wasn't fun. It started off light-hearted, and you worried you were being sensitive and overreacting at first when you suspected the questions you received weren't normal ones, but by the expressions on the boys' faces, you realised you were right to feel this way.

"So, Y/N, tell me, what was it like getting to do a more masculine dance this time? I saw the music video and I was quite surprised at how well you did," the male interviewer started off.

You mouth visibly dropped open in shock, yet you did your best to answer, despite your nerves.

"Ummm, I think my dance skills have improved over the years, yes," you said, not able to make eye contact with the man, not directly saying anything about his prejudiced words.

You had been with Stray Kids from the very start. Yes, the public had their things to say about you being in a group with a bunch of guys, but it had been 5 years now. Of course you were accustomed to the dance style of Stray Kids. You had created your own image through your music and dance, so what if the dance moves were typically more powerful with sharper movements? You were part of the dance line for a reason.

"Our Y/Nnie did so well," Hyunjin ruffled your hair from where he was sat behind you, trying to lighten the mood as he could tell his other members weren't too happy with how you were being treated.

You turned to Hyunjin with a thankful smile.

"So, 3RACHA, you do all the producing for the group right? That's quite a unique situation amongst idol groups," the man asked the group, and nearly everyone let out a sigh of relief and allowed themselves to smile, grateful for a normal question.

"Ah yes, 3RACHA have been together since predebut, so we've worked hard over the years to create music that represents our group and who we are," Jisung nodded and explained.

You couldn't help but check the time on your watch, seeing there was still 10 minutes to go.

"Y/N, how did it feel having to squeeze into your outfit in the MV? I noticed it was quite a tight leather jumpsuit you wore, that must have been difficult to wear considering it clinged onto you so tightly," the man directed his question at you again, and you were taken aback once more.

"It, umm, it wasn't too difficult, yeah... I think it fitted the vibe of the song," you said, clearly uncomfortable as you shifted in your seat.

Why did you get these types of questions? The boys got asked about music, and you instead got ridiculed for your skills and sexualised by the gross man in his mid 40s.

"Don't you want to ask me about how I fitted into my outfit? I've been working out these days," Changbin tensed his arms, flexing and patting his muscles proudly as he took the attention away from you. He seemed to have been thinking the same way as you.

"Maybe you should help Y/N, she's so small and weak, you could do anything you wanted with her," the man suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you, and quite frankly, you wanted to throw up.

"Have you been working out, sir?" Minho spoke sharply and asked the man, infuriated.

"Oh yes I'm quite strong, can lift just about anyone in this room," he said. The statement of course, inferred he was challenging everyone else, yet his eyes never left your shy and nervous figure sat on the stool.

Everyone could see it. And they knew it was time for something to be done. They didn't think they could last the rest of the interview without punching the interviewer in the face. Yet, they did their best to keep their composure.

"Sorry, sir," Chan began through gritted teeth, tongue poking his cheek, "unfortunately we don't have anymore time for this interview," and he gestured everyone to stand up and follow his lead, exiting the room.

As you did so, you saw the blatantly shocked face on the man's face, Felix wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you left.

The boys were calm, until you made it to your backstage room where you had gotten ready earlier. All hell broke loose.

"What does that man think he's doing?" Changbin slammed his hand down onto the table, making you jump as you stayed quiet.

"I can't believe all those stupid things he was saying!" Minho growled, folding his arms.

"He's disgusting," Seungmin shook his head.

Chan was the angriest of them all, face of thunder as he paced the room. And yet, you couldn't help but feel bad. Surely, that interview couldn't be released now? And it was meant to help promote your new music, and because of your presence in the group, you felt like you were taking that opportunity away from them.

"Y/Nnie?" Jeongin waved his hand in your face to get your attention.

"Hmm?" you shook your head wondering what he was asking.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, and with all the anger that was in the room, it dissipated with your calm voice breaking through it.

"I guess..." you didn't really know what to say at this point. You felt like you should have been used to it by now.

"I know that look on your face, Y/Nnie, don't even go there," Chan shook his head at you, a frown still present on his face.

"I don't want to do interviews anymore," you suddenly blurted, fiddling with your hands nervously.

"Y/N..." Hyunjin sighed, but you cut him off.

"Every time we promote something we get an interview like this that can't be put out to the public. And it's because I'm here. And then that means our music will be getting out to less people out there and-" you fretted.

"If you seriously think this is your fault Y/N," Seungmin sat up, pure disbelief seeping through his words as he couldn't believe that even with the way you were being treated you still felt guilty.

"Y/N, you didn't make that interviewer say all those gross things towards you," Felix rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

"You actually did really well to still try and answer him," Jisung nodded at you, thinking that he wouldn't have been able to have done the same thing.

"I had to bite my tongue so many times to not shout at him," Changbin gritted his teeth.

"This is why I shouldn't do these anymore, because it just ends up stressing you guys out," you felt bad, sitting down with your leg bouncing up and down.

"You're worried about us? We're worried about you, it's not fair that someone talks to you like that," Jeongin shook his head, hands on his hips.

"Y/N, here's what we're going to do. First, we're going to file a complaint against that guy. And second, for all future interviews we'll get the company to do a thorough check on if they're respectful and actually treat their guests right," Chan began, a plan already sorted in his mind for what action they could take.

"You're part of this group as much as anyone else, we can't represent Stray Kids without you there with us," Minho said like it was obvious, but it didn't feel that way to you.

"But it's always going to be the same thing. I'd rather not risk it again," you say, upset at the situation you had all been put in.

"Chan hyung already said, we can check what the show is like before going on it. That way you can decide from there, yeah?" Felix suggested, hand stroking through your hair as he sat next to you on the sofa.

"Or if you really don't want to do interviews anymore, I'm sure there's a way we can work around it. We could do more company based promotions and Div.1 can help us make our own shows?" Jisung wondered.

"No, I don't want to make things more complicated... I'll do them, I will, I just don't want this to ever happen again. It stresses me out, makes me feel all, gross," you shuddered.

"As long as you're sure, Y/N," Changbin checked in on you as everyone grabbed their things ready to leave the studio.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you mustered up a small smile, leaving with the others.

As you walked to the cars, you spoke up again, speaking louder than your normal quiet voice to catch the attention of everyone else.

"Thanks, by the way guys. Thank you for doing that."

"You don't have to thank us for that, Y/Nnie. We'd do that anytime, you know that," Hyunjin ruffled your hair, him and the rest of the boys now seeming more themselves and happier as you were leaving.

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[jenscx]

BET ON IT — ahn yujin x f!reader

stereotypical jock ahn yujin is given a bet by her friends; take you, one of the smartest students in school, on a date. too bad you’re aware of the bet.

TAGS — literally all fluff, jock!yujin, yuj gets rejected a lot, popular x kinda nerd trope, ice hockey players r so fine, cursing

WORDCOUNT — 4.3k

when you first stepped into your new class, the tall brunette girl sitting at the back had caught your eye. she was wearing a varsity jacket and on her face adorned a boyish grin.

your cheeks had heated up when she sent a glance your way, and that’s when you realised, you had just found your newest object of infatuation. ahn yujin was just another hallway crush, blending into the crowd of high schoolers and standing out when she passed by your locker. she was eye candy for you and whenever you would see her, your day got significantly better.

once you were more settled in the school, you found out that yujin was unobtainable. way out of your league. a typical jock with a scholarship to an ivy league school. one that cared for neither studies nor academics. her only passion? playing ice hockey and with people’s hearts.

you had realised the latter when passing by a toilet cubicle. the sobs inside were too emotional and excruciating to ignore. despite your best efforts, your fist ended up knocking on the door and you had asked, “are you okay in there?”

inside of the cubicle was a girl, sobbing her eyes out. apparently, ahn yujin had promised to take her out on a date and even invited her back to her house but ended up ditching her. you had frowned, you could never have imagined the puppy-like girl you saw on the first day doing such a thing.

your infatuation for her slowly disappeared as you heard more and more stories of the atrocious things she would do to people. stomping on flowers, laughing at confessions and spreading rumours about people. ahn yujin was an asshole and a jerk. unfortunately she was an attractive one.

“y/n,” jiwon whispers, “is the answer x equals to negative five?”

you look up from your worksheet, for which you had doodled ahn yujin’s familiar smirk and quickly covered it.

“no. my answer is positive five. i think you made a mistake in the quadratic formula,” you explain, taking a peek at jiwon’s working. jiwon frowns and a shadow appears next to your desk.

the shadow actually startles you slightly. since the end of year examinations were nearing, lessons meant for teaching content were swapped to self-study sessions. normally, not a single person would move around, in fear of jeopardising their grades to fool around with friends.

thus, you were extremely confused as to why ahn yujin stood next to your table, eyes crinkling in a smile.

“hi,” she says, “i wanted to ask, how did you get a positive five for your answer?”

you can only stare at her in shock. due to her scholarship being on the line, you had thought yujin would have the top students tutoring her, as she had to keep an average of 70% for every semester.

so why was she talking to you now? wasn’t jang wonyoung a better option to ask?

“uhm, i think you forgot to…” you stare at her worksheet, “times 2 to the denominator.”

yujin’s eyes widen and you can’t lie that it’s adorable. jiwon shifts next to you nervously and you place a hand over hers, comforting her nerves.

“thanks! i owe you one!”

“oh… there’s no need…”

before you can even complete your sentence, she bounces back to her seat and smiles brightly at you. a quick whip of your head faces you with jiwon.

“did ahn yujin just talk to you?” she mumbles.

you rub the back of your neck, “i guess she did.”

for the first time in three years, you felt your feelings of infatuation resurface. ahn yujin, the girl at the top of your school’s social pyramid, just talked to you? and looked adorable while doing it?

and what does she mean by ‘she owes you’?

you just hoped it wouldn’t interfere with your studies. yujin was an enigma, one that would need countless hours of observation and detailed assessments to figure out her true colours. was her playboy act all a facade? or was this nice and cute classmate that you had actually just another one of her acting personalities to get what she wanted?

there were so many questions in your head that you didn’t even notice the bell ringing.

jiwon pulls you up and links your arms together, flashing a smile which snaps you out of your daydream.

“let’s go meet rei,” she says. you nod in agreement and let yourself be pulled all the way to the cafeteria. only at the table, you realise that you had left your phone back in the classroom.

rei had soon joined the table and you stood up abruptly.

“i left my phone in class, i’ll be back soon!” you inform your friends who wave you off. a quick few steps and you had arrived back at the classroom. notably, it was empty as students had all crammed to the cafeteria for a quick break before going back into revision.

except for the trio that sat at the back.

you raise your eyebrows and instantly recognise the smirk and brown hair of ahn yujin. she had kim gaeul and jang wonyoung sitting beside her, both of which had questioning looks on their face.

without much thought, you were planning to just walk in and take your phone swiftly. yet, the mutter of your name had made you pause in your steps.

“what was that with y/n during class?” wonyoung asks, head tilting in curiosity.

“what was what?”

gaeul scoffs, “you definitely knew how to do that question.”

“hm, did i? didn’t i look more like a stupid jock just needing assistance from one of the top scorers?” yujin laughs.

“you literally have me, the actual top scorer. y/n isn’t so stupid to buy your whole act. she’s actually a challenge,” wonyoung says. despite them discussing your intelligence in the open, you felt pride simmer at wonyoung thinking you were too smart to fall for yujin’s tricks.

“watch me.”

“okay… if she agrees on a date by the end of this month,” gaeul picks at her fingernails, “lunch is on me for the rest of the year.”

yujin chuckles, “it’ll be too easy.”

“and don’t fall for her,” wonyoung adds.

“still easy. this will be the easiest bet of my life.”

you hear the chair scraping against the floor afterwards. still debating on whether to retrieve your phone, you decide to ponder on what the bet entailed for you.

so one, yujin was definitely still a jerk. two, you would have to agree to a date by the end of the month for her to win. and three, she had no idea that you knew of this secret agreement.

huh.

you smile, finally having the upper hand over yujin for once. maybe this bet would teach yujin a lesson and help you live out your young fantasies.

“y/n!” you almost instinctively start to walk faster at the sound of yujin’s voice. all eyes turned to look at you and jiwon’s grip on your wrist tightened.

“good morning,” you nod. in one hand, a chocolate milk carton and in the other, a chemistry textbook.

yujin smiles sheepishly at you, “i was wondering… were you free this afternoon to tutor me in chemistry? i heard you were the top student of our year—”

“i’m not. wonyoung is,” you reply firmly. yujin falters for a second before bouncing back, “she isn’t free today since she has student council duties. i already tried asking her!”

if you didn’t know about the bet, you genuinely would have believed her convincing act.

“ah, well, i’m not free today.”

“oh? why?”

you gesture to jiwon, “going on a date!”

at that point, you hadn’t realised the impact of your words. those four words changed the trajectory of your life.

“d-date?!” yujin gapes.

you thought she looked like a fish. meanwhile, jiwon was desperately trying to drag you away from the crowd that was forming to witness ahn yujin being rejected.

“yup. so i can’t help you,” you say and wave goodbye to yujin, who stays rooted to the ground, almost jaw-dropped. truly, this was amusing. her reaction was terribly funny, considering that she had never once in her life been rejected before. and for you to be the one to do so? amazing.

yet, jiwon didn’t find it funny and began cursing you for ruining her school year. once word got out that her best friend was the one who rejected yujin, she would not be able to live a peaceful life.

this cycle of rejection only continued despite jiwon’s attempts to hide you from yujin. the requests ranged from, “can you help me with calculus?” to, “there was a new tteokbokki store that opened near school, wanna go together?”

you soon realised that yujin was determined to win this bet. with the countless amount of sweet post-it notes taped to chocolate milk cartons that appeared on your desk every morning… how could you not?

yujin had willpower, you acknowledged that fact. it was just a shame that you had overheard the conversation. maybe she would have actually won the bet by now.

while you were gloating about yujin’s loss, the jock was almost heartbroken with the number of futile attempts.

“she just isn’t falling for it!” yujin exclaims.

wonyoung raises an eyebrow, “i told you she isn’t that stupid. and your methods are so lame.”

“i thought they were cute,” yujin sniffles, pouting. the mere thought of her not being able to persuade a girl was devastating. this would mess up her reputation! she wasn’t the one who chased others!

“you’re not winning this bet,” gaeul states, snickering at yujin’s misfortune.

yujin, despite their claims, was still persistent in trying to get a date. it didn’t matter what she needed to do, she would do it. anything to win this bet.

she couldn’t lose her hard-built reputation as a heartbreaker. that was crazy. if she had to get down on her knees to beg…

well yujin might just consider it.

unbeknownst to the things yujin would do for a date with you, you walk with jiwon peacefully, almost reaching the front gate when your best friend halts.

“ah,” jiwon says out of the blue, “I can’t go home with you today. i need to show the new exchange students around school.” you frown but nodded anyway.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then?” you ask. jiwon sends a smile and quickly walks back to the school doors. you sigh, taking out your airpods when a tap on your shoulder spins you around.

ahn yujin again.

“hi,” she flashes a grin, “mind if i walk with you?”

“don’t you normally go that way?” you point in the opposite direction. yujin turns her head and laughs, “so you’ve been observing me?”

you think for a moment. “no, but your fanclub is waiting there for you.”

like you said, a group of girls and boys alike were standing at the other gate, eyes darting around for yujin. she tilts her head, reminiscent of your puppy back at home, and says, “i’m walking this way so i don’t get bombarded by them.”

“fair enough,” you take out your airpods again and try to drown out yujin’s attempts at conversation.

“hey!” she continuously taps you on the shoulder. you ignore her.

“don’t ignore me!” you do that.

“y/n-ssi..!”

ugh. you think. who the hell said that yujin was like a puppy? (you.) she was more like a parrot that couldn’t shut up.

“yujin-ssi,” you huff, “keep quiet.”

said girl just turns to you with a pout. eyes glistening with hope when you falter ever so slightly. with a sigh, you take out your airpods and raise an eyebrow.

“okay, i won’t ignore you anymore.”

“great! i was wondering,” yujin pauses, a hint of hesitation in her voice that you’ve never heard before, “do you wanna grab lunch together? wonyoung heard from jiwon that you liked the cafe nearby, i’ll pay.”

your voice wavers, “uh, sure.” no one could blame you; your favourite cafe paired with a free meal? anyone would have accepted (regardless of the puppy-like girl who shrieked in excitement).

“great!” yujin discreetly grabs your wrist, pulling you to walk faster. slightly taken aback, you willingly let yourself be pulled away.

on the way there, the typically chirpy yujin doesn’t say a word and instead keeps quiet. it’s only until you both find a seat in the cafe that she speaks up.

“y/n-ssi, do you hate me or something?” you watch as the jock twirls the fork in her hand, eyes gleaming with curiosity. perhaps she’s never experienced being rejected before.

“you’re just too much for me.”

“oh? what do you mean by that?”

you choose your next words wisely, “it’s a bit strange to have someone popular talk to someone so mediocre.”

yujin’s head snaps up, fury in her eyes. you think she’s about to storm out, offended by your words. yet, she grasps your hands into hers, passionately saying, “how could you be mediocre?! y/n-ssi, you’re like the most intelligent person in our grade, and you’re super nice and helpful too!”

you feel relieved. her outburst was just defending you. giggles escape your lips as you reply back, “nice and helpful? after rejecting you so often?”

the sight of yujin’s cheeks being flushed makes you marvel. it’s a rare sight to see the jock so flustered. she’s usually so composed and witty.

“ah… i was a bit insistent and annoying, i understand why y/n-ssi avoided me…” yujin mumbles shyly, letting your hands drop onto the table. your hands feel cold without yujin’s warmth but you quickly diminish that thought.

stop it, yujin is just playing with you.

you straighten up naturally, catching yourself before replying with anything flirty. you had to remember that yujin’s primary reason for talking to you was because of the bet.

unfortunately for you, yujin notices your change in demeanour.

“are you okay?”

“yeah,” you eye her carefully, “i’m just hungry.”

yujin sends you a toothy grin and starts another conversation. you end up talking about her puppy, azzo, her ice hockey training and your art portfolio before the food arrives. you realise even though ahn yujin was a stereotypical jock, she was probably smarter than most.

“y/n-ssi, can i call you unnie?”

you raise your eyebrow, “how do you know my birthday?”

yujin looks startled. frazzled, she quickly replies, “i just asked wonyoung… she’s close friends with jiwon…!”

“doing background checks on me?” you say, stuffing your mouth with the red velvet cake in front of you.

“no… maybe, yes? i was just curious!”

“you just want to talk informally, don’t you, yujin?”

the jock bows her head down, you hate how you find it cute.

“yeah… you caught me.”

you smile, “okay, you can call me unnie.”

it’s like yujin just won the lottery with the way she’s grinning. you would tease her even more but it’s better not to get attached to her.

after this month, she wouldn’t even bat an eye at you.

soon, you finish up your cake and yujin does too. when paying, you sense yujin’s impatience and chalk it off to being her realising that you wouldn’t wield so easily. shrugging it off, you try your best to make a quick exit before yujin drags you to somewhere else again.

after paying, you swiftly leave the cafe, only to be caught in yujin’s grasp again.

“unnie, can we exchange contact info?” her eyes are shining now. you hesitantly nod and hand her your phone.

yujin 🐶 [4.38pm]:

yn unnie! ^^

“there! i sent you a message,” yujin exclaims, “where’s your house? i’ll walk you home!”

“huh?! no… yujin, you should go home, i can walk by myself…”

the puppy-like girl only pouts. you’re mostly helpless to her, unable to really say no to a face like hers.

“unnie, i need to know if you reached home safely! bad guys would obviously kidnap a girl as pretty as you!” yujin scoffs. you try to hide your blush as you finally nod again.

yujin brightens up and takes your hand into hers, “let’s go!”

you feel bad for the younger girl; she was usually the one who played with other people’s feelings and now, she didn’t even realise that she’s the one getting played with. you wonder if yujin has ever seen the aftermath of her entertainment. would she be shocked that she caused someone so much pain? or would she just laugh?

the closer you got to your doorstep, the more you didn’t want to leave yujin. fuck, you think, that’s a bad sign.

how did yujin manage to attract you in only a day?

what the hell type of sorcery was she using?

“thank you for walking me home,” you bow, “send me a text when you get home too.” yujin nods but she stares at you expectantly. maybe she wanted you to invite her into your house?

that wasn’t going to happen though.

“uhm,” you mumble unintelligently. not even giving it a second thought, you quickly plant a kiss on yujin’s cheek and run into your house, slamming the door behind you.

what the fuck! you and yujin both think, your hand covering your mouth, shocked that you even did that. meanwhile, yujin traces the outline of your lips on her cheek with her fingertips, her face resembling a tomato the longer she stands outside your door.

yujin 🐶 [5.02pm]:

unnie…? ㅠㅠ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

IM SINSORYR

I DID IT WITHOUT THINKJNG

yujin 🐶 [5.03pm]:

ure too mean…

kissing me then slamming the door

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

im sorry yuj

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

ur lips r so soft tho?

do u use the laniege lip mask? ㅋㅋ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.04pm]:

what are u saying…

go home…

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

yes ma’am!

(￣^￣)ゞ

ah fuck, you flop onto the couch, cheeks aflame, ahn yujin, i think you’re winning that bet.

it’s an early morning, gaeul hums happily, bathing in the sunlight. sometimes she’s glad that she has the window seat, when the sun rises and sets, she gets to watch it all. other times she’s not so grateful. like when it rains heavily and the raindrops splash at her.

life is great—

“yah, kim gaeul.”

the girl opens her eyes, facing an irritating sight; an ashamed ahn yujin. she only looked like that when her suitors yell at her, or when her mother nags her for her grades.

having known yujin for years, it was probably the former.

“which girl was it now?” gaeul huffs.

“y/n unnie.”

gaeul almost falls off her chair, did yujin win the bet? already worrying about her pocket money for the year, gaeul ignores everything yujin says, not until she hears, “i want to call the bet off.”

“what?!” she shrieks, “she didn’t agree to a date?”

yujin shakes her head, deflated but not for the reasons you’d imagine.

“i didn’t ask her on one,” she explains, “because… it didn’t feel right to do something so reckless.”

gaeul widens her eyes, naturally gesturing for yujin to continue. how could something like asking a girl on a date scare yujin? it was second nature to her at this point!

“asking y/n unnie on a date…” yujin’s gaze feels dreamy now and gaeul thinks she’s staring at a different person, “ah… it feels wrong to do it now..?”

“why? you wanted to win the bet though?”

yujin’s gaze hardens, “the bet isn’t as important as her.”

“y-yujin?! you’re saying that…”

“gaeul unnie, i like y/n.”

there’s no need to further explain. ahn yujin, the typical high school jock, falling for a girl that she only talked to for her own entertainment. how did she even manage to fall for you? yujin doesn’t know it herself. maybe it was after that day at the cafe, when you actually showed interest in her life. maybe it was the many online conversations you had with her, talking about mundane things. maybe it was the first day you locked eyes, yujin subconsciously always kept an eye on you afterwards.

or maybe it was all of that combined.

you tap your feet nervously on the bench. after you had kissed yujin’s cheek, she always brought it up, genuinely asking why your lips were so soft or even boldly declaring that she wanted another. maybe because it was rare for you to be so affectionate. even with jiwon and rei, skinship wasn’t so common. honestly, you weren’t sure what you were even doing with yujin. after many midnight conversations, you would consider you two friends. or perhaps even close friends.

yujin had forced you to wait for her to finish practice so she could walk you home. it was almost a routine at that point. there was some speculation of you two dating and you could imagine how happy that made yujin feel. yet mysteriously, yujin hadn’t made any super flirtatious advancements on you. the month was ending soon and the bet would end in her loss. so why wasn’t she doing anything? (not that you wanted her to do anything).

“y/n,” you turn your head. why on earth was kim gaeul and jang wonyoung staring at you from behind?

“yes…?”

the two girls glance at each other and rush up to you. you were currently standing outside yujin’s ice rink, watching her play hockey with her teammates. sometimes while playing a game, she would score and send you a wink. even through the helmet, you could see her mouth, ‘this is for you!’ it was embarrassing and cheesy but you still ended up flustered, covering your red face with your hair.

“we have something we need to tell you,” wonyoung starts off.

gaeul nods earnestly, “we’re very sorry but…”

you realise where this is going.

“ah, is this about the bet you guys and yujin made about me?”

wonyoung and gaeul both have their mouths agape, eyebrows furrowed. you almost laugh at their reaction.

“h-how did you know?!”

“i overheard you guys that day, i was going to get my phone but then i heard my name. sorry for eavesdropping.”

“no! we should be sorry for making that bet! but, if you already knew about it, why are you still hanging out with yujin?” wonyoung asks.

you chuckle, “i just wanted to see what she was planning to do. it was plain curiosity.”

“ah! but yujin likes you!” gaeul blurts out.

huh…?

“what?!”

“yeah! she told me a few days ago, that’s why she called the bet off,” the girl says. wonyoung groans, muttering about how gaeul shouldn’t have revealed that.

you absentmindedly say, “i like her too…”

the subject of your conversation immediately butts in, “you like who?”

you instantly clamp your mouth shut, heartbeat in your ears as you turn to face yujin. luckily you weren’t so out of it yet, if you were, you wouldn’t be able to control blurting out how handsome yujin looked in her gear. even brushing the ice off her jersey looked attractive to you.

“gaeul unnie, isn’t it time for us to leave?” wonyoung briskly drags gaeul out of the ice rink, leaving just you and yujin inside.

“aren’t you going to change?” you ask, facing a different direction from the jock before she manages to fluster you.

“i saw my two idiot friends talking to you, so i came here first,” she says, plopping down on the bench too.

“what were you guys even talking about?”

“oh… we were, uhm,” you stare at your lap, on top, your fingers playing with each other.

yujin senses you hesitate and places a hand on top of yours, holding it tightly.

“talking about… the bet you made about me,” you gulp, anticipating a huge, overblown reaction. you close your eyes but you don’t hear anything from yujin.

the silence begins to become worrying and you open your eyes, only to see yujin barely breathing, her eyes blown open and a pale face.

“unnie, i’m so sorr—”

“i’m not mad!” you quickly say, “i sort of had a crush on you on the first day of school, so having you interested in me, regardless of the bet, i mean, it made me feel good.”

“you had a crush on me?” yujin questions.

“yeah? like a hallway crush.”

“you’re seriously not mad about the bet?”

you shrug, “i was at first. but then your friends told me something.”

the girl’s body becomes stiff, more stiff than when you told her about your knowledge of the bet.

“they told me you like me, that’s what we were talking about before you came over,” you turn to her, “yujin-ah, is it true?”

yujin nods shyly.

“they’re so annoying… i wanted to have this cool confession but, ugh, unnie, i really wasn’t expecting myself to like you. is it crazy to say i’m happy that i made that bet? because it let me become closer to you?”

“yujin, before i accept your confession…” her eyes light up again, “can you tell me why you treated all those girls like that?”

“you mean…”

“you played with their hearts, how can i be sure that you won’t play with mine?” you ask.

yujin sighs, “honestly, i don’t know either but unnie, i need you to trust me that i like you a lot. i like you so much that i don’t know how to live through a day without thinking about you. everytime i experience something, i want to share it with you. please let me show my love for you.”

love… you smile, gently removing yujin’s helmet.

“you’re already thinking about love?”

yujin’s hair is unkempt, her bangs are swept messily, blocking her eyes slightly. yet, you can still see the whole galaxy in her eyes.

reaching out for her jaw, you pull her closer.

“ahn yujin, if you ever play with me, you’re dead.”

your lips are almost touching and you can feel her breath. almost panting already, yujin breathes out.

“there’s no point living if you’re not by my side.”

#ive #ive x reader #ahn yujin x reader #yujin x reader #ive yujin

[grey342]

Teacher's pet

College Professor!Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil notices his favourite student struggling and offers her extra help after class.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, age gap (reader is 20, Phil is in his late 30s), obsessive! reader, Phil whimpering, riding (kinda) and Oral (f receiving).

authors note - *insert 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa*. I LOVE this one sm! Let me know what your thoughts! Again thank you so much for being patient with me, I love every single one of you <3 P.S- The reader is VERY delusional but lets be fr we all are.

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

You fucked up big time.

At first it was a typical high school girl crush but now you were full blown obsessed with him. Getting jealous whenever he talked to another female student or teacher, waking up at 4 am and getting fully ready for your 8 am class with him and finding any excuse to be close to him at all times.

He wasn't helping either.

It really seemed like he was reciprocating your feelings. Always checking up on you in and outside of class, always making you laugh, smiling at you and winking at you.

You didn't think it would become that big of a problem until your grades started to drop in his class. You were simply getting too distracted.

Like right now, you hadn't even noticed he was going around the class handing out your graded papers.

"F again," he sighs disappointedly, "what's going on honey? You never failed my class before and now you're failing every assignment I give you."

"I don't know Mr Wenneck." You say looking down, avoiding his gaze. You hate disappointing him.

"I do. I know exactly whats going on." He declares. You suck in a breath.

"Yo-You do." You gulp.

"Yep," he pauses, "you're over-complicating the work." You let out a breath of relief.

"Don't worry. This is an easy fix, we'll need to start one on one sessions at the end of the day."

"Oh okay." You squeak, trying to hide your excitement.

"Good. We'll start today, be here by 3:30." He winks and moves onto the person next to you.

When the bell rang, you didn't bother going to your second class. You went straight to your dorm to get ready for later. Hardly containing your eagerness.

...

It's exactly 3:30 when you knock on his door. He beckons you inside and you close the door behind you. Ensuring it's shut tight. This was the first time you would be fully alone together and you wanted no disruptions.

"Ah, right on time. Take a seat and i'll be right with you." He says smiling.

He grabs a few things from his desk and makes his way over to sit right next to you. You inhale and exhale quietly, trying to calm yourself down. But all you can think about is how close he is to you and what would happen if you moved your hand slightly ov-

“So,” he grunts, “let’s start with the first part of the topic and see which parts you’re struggling on the most. Mkay?” He asks.

“Um, yeah okay.” You say trying to sound more confident.

He starts explaining the content to you but all you can focus on is his hands. How big they are, how his veins slightly pop out and how they move when he talks. You were too entranced to notice he asked you a question. He was staring at you awaiting an answer.

"I-um sorry, can you repeat the question?" You spluttered out, slightly embarrassed.

He smirks and looks at you. You look down to avoid eye contact when you feel his hand come under your chin to lift your head up.

“Now honey, there’s no need to be nervous.” He says shaking his head in a comforting manner. You look into his eyes and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your lips to his.

You felt him slightly pull back out of shock but, in the same moment he leaned in full accepting the kiss. Your hands in his hair and his on your waist.

You pulled away to catch your breath and the realisation of what you just did slapped you in the face.

“Oh god, Mr Wenneck i’m s-”

“Call me Phil.” He cuts you off and captures your lips passionately. He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap. You grip on to his shirt pulling him impossibly closer. His hands rest on the plump of your ass, slowly guiding you back and forth. He pulls away, you're sharing breaths.

"I knew you felt the same," he lowly whispers, "I could tell. The way you'd get nervous talking to me, the lil' blush on your cheeks when i made eye contact with you." You feel your cheeks burn.

You feel the growing tent in his pants against our core. You gasp in both shock and delight. You look into his lust filled eyes and slowly begin to move back and forth. He lets out a sound of pleasure, you swear it was a whimper.

He leans in and begins to kiss at your jaw and neck, you sigh.

"So pretty.." He mumbles.

You feel his hands creep at the bottom of your shirt, bunching it up insisting he wants it off. You reach down and pull the shirt over your head revealing the lace bra underneath.

"Shit.." He breathes, you feel him grow beneath you. You reach down to unbuckle his belt when he picks you up and slams you on the desk. Emphasising his need for you.

He leans towards your chest and begins to kiss your boobs. His hands meet the waistband of your pants slightly tugging at them. He looks into your eyes and you give him a nod of approval.

He wastes no time in pulling them down along with your panties. He gets down onto his knees and spreads your legs, moaning at the sight in front of him. He moves forward, giving a gentle kiss to your cunt he then licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Oh god.."

"Not god baby, Phil.." You moan in response.

Slurping your juices like a man starved, his tongue thrusts deeper and deeper inside you. Your fingers gripping onto his hair to keep you grounded.

Without even realising you began to grind against his face, the pleasure taking over you. His lips are glued to your clit, sucking and kissing. His hands grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, gripping on to your thighs keeping them spread.

"Oh shit Phil, right there.."

"Yeah, you like that?," he breathes heavily, "you like being a dirty lil' slut for your professor, hm?" You nod your head rapidly.

He began to suck harshly on your clit. Your back arches and your toes curl as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Fuck! Ye-Yes, right there shit.." Your almost screaming. You open your eyes to look at him, reassuring yourself this is all real and not another dream.

You look down to see him staring right back at you, he winks at you and slides his index and middle finger inside of you. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I'm gonna cum..." You warn as he pounds his fingers into you whilst sucking your clit.

"Cum for me baby, let go." He hummed.

In that moment you let go, the pleasure crashing over you. He groans against your pussy, not letting one drop of your cum spill.

He pulls your pants back up, puts your shirt back on and looks at you, checking your okay. He helps you stand and hands you your bag. He leans down and kisses you gently.

"Same time tomorrow honey." He smirks leaving you stunned.

You walk out of his classroom with the biggest grin on your face, excited for what tomorrow will bring.

#bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hangover #x reader #smut #teacher crush #hot teacher #teacher x student #campus #classroom

[naturesapphic]

Jade West x Fem reader:

R and Jade being gfs, not really keeping it a secret but no one seems to ever notice until the one time R walks up to the group late for lunch since she had to practice a song for a class, Jade has R’s lunch and everything and R gives her a kiss in gratitude like any gf would. Only to be bombarded with questions. Them both being like: we didn’t exactly keep it a secret. Everyone disagreeing which leads to them both pointing out every time they did PDA infront of the group. Them saying they never noticed and R smirking at jade with the ‘I wonder what else they wouldn’t notice’ smirk as she starts to rub Jade’s thigh😭

Jade blushing and Tori pointing it out but before Jade speaks R does. “Tori if you don’t shut up I can show you all the ways i can hurt you using only mg index finger” Eveyone is shocked except Jade bc she knows R is only mean when someone really pisses her off or is rude/pisses off jade and makes her uncomfortable (which Tori did)

Everyone thinking back to moments R would be mean and realising it was only ever bc it would be jade related

Oblivious

Jade west x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing and fluff :)

“Hey babygirl. Sorry I’m late. I was finishing up on my song I was working on and didn’t see the clock.” You breathed out as you ran from your class to outside to get lunch. “No problem princess. Here I got you your favorite with your favorite soda.” Jade said with a small smile on her face that she only reserves for you. “Thank you baby.” You said as you slide in beside her on the bench and kiss her gratefully on her lips.

“Wait what?” Tori exclaimed as did everyone else. “How did this happen?” “That’s hot.” “Shut up Rex!” “Awwww y’all are so cute!!!” “As long as y’all are happy.” Everyone stated and Jade rolled her eyes at them. “We didn’t exactly keep it a secret guys.” You said confused but enthralled with how they were acting. “Bro ain’t no way we would miss some lesbian action.” Rex said and Jade angrily grabbed Rex from Robbie and tore his head off and threw it in the garbage. “Rex!” Robbie yelled out as he went head first into the trash can. Everyone just looked at Jade shocked but continued on because what Rex said was weird as fuck.

“I mean…Rex was kinda right. How would we have missed it?” Andre said and you rolled your eyes this time and Jade smirked over at you. “Well remember at the full moon jam and jade glared and made comments at anyone who was near me or looked at me?” You explained and they still didn’t look as convinced. “Well maybe it’s because jades such a good friend!” Cat exclaimed happily and you gave her a smile. “Well she is my best friend so I’ll give you that but has she ever done that with y’all?” You said to everyone and they all shook their heads besides Beck but jade and beck had a decent breakup and decided to just stay friends.

“And how we always hold hands when we are together.” You said. “Well we thought that y’all were really close and Jade had a soft spot for you.” Tori said and you thought of more reasons to convince them. “And! When jade literally grabbed my face and kissed me in front of a boy when he kept trying to ask me out and she said “mine!” And the boy scurried off.” You said and everyone said “ohhhh”. “I thought jade was being nice!” Cat said and everyone started laughing and Jade gave everyone glares. “I can be nice! Only to y/n though…and sometimes cat.” Jade admitted and you giggled at her. “Fuck y’all.” Jade said and you smirked at her. “You only need to fuck me.” You said and Jade blushed a little and hid her cheeks by putting both of her hands on them.

“Okay ew we didn’t need to know that.” Robbie said as he came back from receiving Rex “shut the fuck up robbie.” Jade replied and you held back a laugh. “I can’t believe we never noticed that y’all did any pda, let alone dating.” Beck said and you smirked at Jade “I wonder what else they wouldn’t notice.” As you started rubbing jaded thigh under the table and Jade started blushing again. Of course Tori took notice and decided to open her big mouth. “Why Jade blushing so much? What are y’all doing?” Tori said and before Jade could mutter a word you jumped to it. “Tori if you don’t shut up I can show you all the ways I can hurt you only using my index finger.” You threatened her and everyone just looked at you with wide eyes.

“Damn y/n didn’t think you had it in you.” Beck said shocked at your comment and everyone agreed. “Man…y’all are fucking special and not observant at all. My grandparents probably have a higher iq than all of y’all combined.” You said dumbfounded at their obliviousness. “I’m only mean when someone makes Jade upset and uncomfortable. Which Tori clearly did.” You said as you gave Tori a deadly death stare which made her shift in her seat. “Ohhhhh is that why you kicked that guy in his balls when he tore up jades poster she made for one of her plays?” Cat asked you and you giggled nodding. “Yeah she did.” Jade said proudly and put her arm around you.

“and that one time where she punched a girl in the face for making fun of Jade behind her back?” Andre said asked and you nodded. “Yup. I sure did. She got what she deserved. No one talks about my girl like that behind her back.” You said and Jade gives you a loving smile. “Damn…it definitely makes sense now. With how y/n and Jade always protect each other and are so touchy.” Tori said as everyone nodded in agreement. “Can I watch y’all kiss sometime?” Rex said and this time you got Rex and threw him somewhere as Robbie ran to go get him. “That’s my girl.” Jade said proudly as everyone smiled at the both of you together.

A/n: I hope @karsonromanoff likes it and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! And happy new year!

#jade west x fem!reader #jade west fluff #jade west masterlist #jade west fanfiction #jade west x reader #jade west #elizabeth gillies x fem!reader #elizabeth gillies x reader #liz gillies x fem!reader #liz gillies x reader #liz gillies #Elizabeth Gilles #victorious x fem!reader #victorious x reader #victorious

[iloveapplejacks]

WET DREAMZ P2

Inspired by Wet Dreamz by J.Cole

“The teacher always got mad so we passed notes

It started off so innocent

She had a vibe and a ***** started diggin' it

I was a youngin' straight crushin' tryna play this shit cool

But a ***** couldn't wait to get to school”

P1 P3 P4

It was English class and Chris was sat with Matt and Nate

Although he wasn't paying much attention to their conversation, his ears pricked when he heard Y/N’s name.

"The new girl is so bad bruh" nate exclaims stretching out his 'so'

"Bro I would tap that any day" Matt says

Both boys noticing that they suddenly caught Chris’ interest, turned to him

"Ain't she in your math class?" Nate asks, Matt leaning in slightly

"Yeah, Y/N is cool" Chris shrugs, wanting to say more but holding himself back.

Truth is, Y/N was more than cool.

In fact she was just perfect and it may have been the intense lust speaking but Chris really wanted her.

"Damn bro, well can you put in a good word with me?I'm tryna see a lil sumn"Nate laughs

"I don't know tbh, don't really know her" Chris shrugs

He knew what he was doing was selfish but he knew that All the girls fell at Nate’s feet and for once, just once he wanted one girl to fall at his feet.

So if that came at the cost of being a little selfish, then so be it.

Nate turned around to reply but the bell signalling the end of the lesson interrupted him.

Chris begins putting his books into his bag and puts it onto his back.

Grabbing his phone and earphones, and beginning to make his way out of the classroom

"Chris!" Someone shouts, causing him to turn around to see who was calling him.

He sees Y/N running over to him and once she reaches him she stops

"Hey Y/N" he says smiling

"We got math, let's go" she chuckles looping her arms with his and beginning to walk.

This catches him by surprise and he looks around to see everyone in the hall way staring at them with shock

the two began walking together until Nate stood in front of them

More specifically, Y/N

"Hey I'm Nate" he says flirtatiously holding his hand out for Y/N to shake

"Y/N" she smiles shaking his hand causing Chris to roll his eyes

"what you heading bro?" nate asks raising an eyebrow to him "Math, matter fact, we are kinda late so if you don't mind." Chris says shooting Nate a fake smile

He loved Nate like a brother but he knew that if he wanted to stand a chance to get to know Y/N Then he'd need to be selfish

"Okay well, I'll see you later, and Y/N it was lovely to meet you" Nate winks at Y/N before moving out of their way

After Nate’s departure, Y/N links her arms with Chris

"It's math time Christopher" she giggles, causing Chris to laugh loudly as the two continued to walk.

They both got to their math class and sat in their usual seats and immediately started laughing and bickering.

“You do realise that i’m teaching math lesson?" Mr Martinez yells frustratedly

"Ok I've had enough, Chris move to the front, and

Y/N move 2 seats down" he instructed

Both of them muttered something to themselves as they moved to where Mr Martinez instructed them to

Once they did, Chris kept calling for Y/N across the room

Both continued to talk to each other via notes for the remainder of the class and before they knew it, the bell signalling the end of the school day rang

"You're all dismissed but Y/N and Chris, I'd like to talk to you for a moment" mr martinez says

Y/N and chris looked at each other with confusion and waited until the class emptied out before walking over to mr martinez

"Now you're both very bright students who I enjoy teaching but you have to cut out this chatter" he says and both nod understandingly

"I just want you both to do really well in this class and that requires a bit of listening, so please I don't want to talk to the both of you about this again" he continues, the two muttering a 'yes sir!

"Okay you're both dismissed”

STOP I ACTUALLY DONT KMOW WHAT IM DOING RN but this song is one of my favorite so why not continue the good stuff is coming soon promise 🙏🏼

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets smut #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

[aryxchse]

confused bakugou is my favorite bakugou

hes a smart guy we know that, but sometimes he doze off too. he's a kid after all.

and actually, you like that side of his too.

because this is one of the rarest times where he is actually not yelling and talks like a normal person.

like one time aizawa explained that days training and he was thinking something else, so he couldnt get it that much.

after the class dismissed to make their own groups, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.

and let me tell you, a calm bakugou was the last thing you expected.

"bakugou? uh, what's up?" you asked gently as usual. you were always gentle and nice around him anyways.

"uh, i kinda dozed off while mr aizawa was talking so um, could you explain what were doing real quick?" he said with a calm voice.

with a calm voice.

you never realised how hot and relaxing his voice was so you frozed for a couple of seconds. "oi dumbass, did you not hear me?" he tapted your shoulder again.

and he was still calm while doing it.

you shake your head and smiled. "yeah yeah, i can explain."

and he was totally focused through the whole talking. focused AND calm. like- what.

"andd thats it." you finished explaining and he nod. "like i expected, easy." he said. he had a faint smile on his face.

then he was about to leave but he quickly turned around. "uh.. thanks."

you're eyes were wide open, so was your mouth.

"um, you're welcome?" you said with a shocked expression and it made him chuckle a little bit.

"see ya at the battle field idiot!"

#and he just fly away like iron man with you frozen #you never see this side of him and you kinda wish for him to doze off more often #and the fact that he asked YOU?? that means he tolerates you to ask questions and say that hes having a trouble understanding #like i said #favorite bakugo confused bakugo #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki fluff

[rainobrienn]

Love Letters - Rafe Cameron <3

Warnings: slight embarrassment, cheesiness

Word count: 2.9k

Synopsis: Rafe finds a love letter at his door, little does he know who it’s from.

Parings: college!soft!rafe x shy!dork!reader

You thought it was cheesy, honestly. But it was the only way you truly could feel free from the pain that love portrayed. As you wrote the poetic words on the thin sheet of paper, explaining how to felt about the hockey player Rafe Cameron.

You felt the brick on your shoulder become lighter, you’ve been in love with him ever since you started University. Which was two years ago, and only a few months ago did you start writing these letters, encouraged by your best friend Lily, (and also by your therapist).

You never actually sent them, or hid them in his lockers. Until the other day you found one missing.

“I cant find it anyways Lily!” You exclaimed, freaking out. Thinking about the worst possible outcomes of this situation, what if someone broke into your dorm and found it? What if they sent it? What if a gust of wind blew it out the window!

“Lily why aren’t you helping me?!” You asked in a panicked breath, “I- because, it’s fun watching you squirm around,” she said with a small laugh, but you could tell she’s lying. Like a a lot of people, she looks away when she lies, and that’s what she was doing right then and there. “Lilly,” you questioned her, stepping closer, getting suspicious. You knew she would never send one out, or you hoped.

“Ok fine! I sent one,” she breaks, dropping her arms to her sides. “But, you need to tell him Y/n, you’ve got one year left with him!” She says to you, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!!!

“Lilly why would you ever think that my PRIVATE love letters about him would help me even get close to getting with him?” You half yelled, “It would probably make him scared of me!” You said, anger, fear and anxiety washing over you like a fucking tidal wave.

“I’m sorry, it was stupid, so stupid, I know but, you’ll thank me when I’m your maid of on and yours and his wedding!” She said with a small laugh, you gave her a death look that made her smile drop and apologise immediately. You sat down on the edge of your bed, head in hands, trying to think of good and peaceful thought.

Then a wash of release entered you, remember you never signed them. Not once did you ever write your name on them, everything else, yes but never your name, only your first initial could identify you, and there were tons of girls (and guys) at this school with your initial as a first name, and last.

Oh and of course your hand writing could, and yeah maybe your hand writing was a bit more extravagant than the other kids. But nobody is going to be paying attention to your hand writing, you hoped they wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Lilly said for the thousands time, “it’s fine,” you said with a smile, that was calm but angry. “what?” She asked, her expression changing. “I never signed my name on any of them,” you said, “What?” She asked shocked and kinda of angry?

“No!” She cried out, her plan had failed. “You weren’t sorry!” You said, “of course I wasn’t, your in love with him and yes imma try and get you two together!” She said storming out of the room, leaving you laughing at her failed attempt of embarrassing you.

The next day you walk to your class, as your crossing campus you spot your love, Rafe. You look at him as you walk past, knowing the only time he ever notices you is maybe once a month which is a small smile and wave. Maybe todays the day?

But no, you feel a little disappointed. Then you realise he’s looking down, down at. YOUR LETTER. “Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath, staring at him for a moment, before realising your actually staring and you run off. All you could see was Rafe, looking down at the letter, his eyes tracing over the words.

You jump into your seat in class and slam your head down; bringing small attention towards you but not to much. “You okay y/n?” Your friend Harry asks from aside you, “yeah,” you weakling say with a nod, your head still into your arms and facing down. And then you heard the familiar laugh, Rafe’s laugh, come down the hallway. Fuck, it’s a Tuesday, you have double English with him.

“Sorry I’m late Miss,” he says with a small smile at the teacher, “Yeah he got a love letter,” one of his friends say from behind him, “A love letter?” Miss Barry asks a bit surprised but with a smile on, “From who?” She questions, “Anonymous, they didn’t sign, got neat handwriting though,” he says thinking back to it, you blush harshly at the tiniest compliment from him.

“May I see?” She asks, she was definitely one of the more gossipy teachers here. She walked up to him and he handed it to her, she read through it. And of course as your English teacher, she noticed the hand writing immediately. Luckily you were on her really good side, and one of her favourite students, so she just folded it up and gave it back to him, returning to the front of the class.

As soon as the bell rang you wanted to rush out of there, your hand slightly cramped from the fact you were trying to change your hand writing. “Miss Y/l/n,” you heard, god why was her voice twice as annoying now.

“May you stay for a moment,” she asks with a small smirk on her face, everyone leaves and it’s now just you and her in a completely empty classroom. Tension is creeping up the back of your neck.

“So, Mr Cameron huh? Been trying to figure out who these love stories have been about,” she says with a smile, “What?” You questioned, cheeks as red as a cherry, trying to play dumb. “Don’t do that dumb act with me, we both know nobody has hand writing like you in this class, let alone this school,” she says with a small laugh, “Why do you care?” You ask a few moments later, “Like I said, I was always curious about who these love stories were about,” she says with a smile.

You blush more than you could have ever blushed, “Bye Miss,” you say totally embarrassed, and practically running of the class straight to your door room, freaking out. You flipped on the bed, screaming into your pillow at how embarrassed you felt. You wanted to cry, but couldn’t at the same time.

“You okay?” Lilly walked in knocking on the door, “fine,” you say, knowing she can tell your lying. “Did he speak to you today?” Lilly asks you, you shake your head, “you have a class with him tomorrow right?” She asks, “I have a class with him Thursday, English again,” you say, dreading for the day to come along.

And of course, that day came faster than any other day. You prayed, and prayed Rafe would just happen to be sick that day, because what if he found out it was you? And, oh you don’t even want to think about it.

As soon as you walked into your English class, you saw the desks in different places. Two desks formed into one, rows of it, which means two people in one desk. And, as you walked along, you saw numbers, “Morning everyone,” Miss Barry greeted, as students came in, looking confused.

“As you can see, seats have changed,” she said with a smug smile, looking at you mainly. “And as you can see on the board, each of you have assigned seats,” she said, very proud of herself. You looked to the board, and your heart dropped straight down to the ground, she was evil, of course she paired you with him, Rafe.

“Also happens to be your partner for your next assignment,” she said, a wink going your way. As you blindly stated at her, “you can take your seat now Y/l/n,” she said, a smirk across her face. You slowly stepped up to desk ‘8’, right near the back and sat down. Rafe still hasn’t arrived, so you prayed he was sick.

But of course, as always. His laugh came down the halls, and he walked in. He looked to the desks, and then to the board, “What?” He asked, Miss told him and he seemed so chill with it, yet hesitant, not because of you. But because of the fact he wasn’t with his friends.

“Hey y/n,” he said with a smile, sitting down next to you. Your heart skipping a beat, he knows my name, of course he knows my name you thought. “hi,” you say weakly looking at him, he was so gorgeous. You felt your heart rate go up every second.

As the lesson went on, and she explained the assignment. You tried your hardest, your absolute hardest to not even move and just focus on the words coming out of your teachers mouth, despising her at the same time as loving her. Because all you could smell was him, you could hear his breath sometimes, and his laughs at silly comments. It was mesmerising to be this close to him.

“Any volunteers to come up?” Miss asks, holding out the whiteboard pen, asking for someone to write Shakespeare most famous poem, nobody raised there arm. Of course no one raised there arm, “Y/n, you know it don’t you?” She asks, turning the attention to you. Did she hate you that much?

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “May you enlighten the class,” she asks holding out the pen, god. You shakily stood up and walked up, totally forgetting to cover up your true hand writing. And writing down ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.’

“Do I have to write the whole thing?” You asks, miss shook her head and told you that was enough. You turn around almost running back to your desk, little did you know. Rafe was putting piece by piece together.

“Hey y/n,” Rafe calls out, you stop immediately, scared to turn around, but doing it anyways. He was so close, standing right in front of you, about to speak to you. “Yeah?” You ask quietly but loud enough for him to hear, “I- the project, uhh do you wanna start tonight or? Are you more of a last minute person?” He asks scratching the back of his neck, “I- uh,” you stutter, “Tonight’s good,” You say, nodding frantically.

“Dorm 204 by the way,” he says, letting you know his dorm. But of course you already knew it, you nodded softly, and walked off. Screaming internally.

“Lilly!” You scream, barging into her room. “Rafe, project partner, English, study tonight,” you say out of breath, because you ran to her room. “What?” She says with a large smile, “Fuck,” you curse realising you have to interact with him, “What?” She asks more concerned now, “I’ve never had a conversation with him Lils,” you say, “I said like, three words to him before!” You say practically crying.

“Just, you don’t even have to talk, just focus on the project, and maybe confess,” she says, “Lilly!” You throw a pillow at her, “What are you gonna wear?” She asks, Lilly being a fashion major and kinda a freak at it.

“Just, I don’t know, a sweater and jeans?” You offer, “it’s a billion degrees outside Y/n/n,” she states, “a shirt and shorts?” You ask, “A tank crop top and shorts,” she smiles and offers you, “Your funny, a tank top and jeans,” you then say, “Cropped tank top and leggings, final outfit!” She says, you knew you weren’t going to get out of it, your talking to a Law and fashion major student right now.

Now in a cropped shirt and leggings, you immediately felt out of your comfort zone. You wanted to cover up with a jacket, but Lilly refused; and she was right, you would sweat right through it and stink. And god how embarrassing that would be.

You spray yourself with deodorant, not wanting to try. You didn’t look like you were trying at all though, but you felt like you were trying to hard. You grabbed your bag, and books and slowly and anxiously, made your way to his dorm room.

As soon as you stepped in-front of the door, you felt so much anxiety, and fear wash over you. You wanted to run, away, far away. But yet, you forced yourself to knock, maybe a little to fast, and because well, your you. You overthought about knocking to fast for the next couple of seconds you stood there.

And then you heard the door open, and you see Rafe. Hair wet from the showers, blue shirt with shorts on. “Hey,” he said with a small smile, opening the door to let you in. You smiled at him yet looked straight down and walked into his room, dying from how much it smelt like him.

“So, obviously you know the most about Shakespeare out of everyone, so I think I got lucky with my partner,” he said with a smile sitting down in his desk chair, holding his hand out pointing to the bed, where you then sat. “Yeah,” you nod, “So what we’re you thinking of doing?” He asks, no. Fucking. Idea “uhh, maybe one of his comedies, like Tempest,” you said, shyly but slightly more confident. Talking about something you loved so much definitely made you feel safer.

“I was thinking more romance, like Hamlet, because well, I watched it last year for English and it’s the only one besides Romeo and Juliet I know,” he said with a small laugh, “Unless you wanna do Tempest,” he says, “No, we can d Hamlet,” you said with a smile, “but, a lot of people might be doing it,” you stated, “As long as I get an A, I don’t mind,“ he said with a smile, “You’ll get an A with me,” you said, causing him to laugh a bit. Which made your stomach flu out of the universe.

For a few minutes you purely focused on finding sources for him to look at, but at some point your vision was focused on something else. You saw something that made your heart feel Ill, your love letter, placed a top of his books on his desk.

“You okay?” Rafe asks, noticed you zoned out. “Fine,” you say looking to him, melting as soon as you see his features. “Ok, we’ll I found this website, Shakespearevandom.com,” he said, “Can you write it down for me, my laptop is so fucked I cant save anything on here,” he laugh, you nodded with a smile and ripped out a piece of paper from you book, looking at the spelling and writing it down.

As soon as you gave it to him, he looked at the hand writing. And you immediately knew, you knew what he was trying to figure out. And you became absolutely terrified. “Hey, I should really start goin-,” you were cut off by him speaking, “Your the anonymous girl huh?” He asks looking at your handwriting, play dumb, play dumb, play dumb y/n. “Sorry?” You question, he picks up the letter from atop the books, and placed it so you can definitely see it, he watches the way your cheek glow.

“I- no,” you try to deny, he smiles at how you try to come up with something. “Your cute when you panicking,” he states, you stop immediately, okay you were definitely redder than a tomato right now. “I- what?” You ask confused, “Can I ask you something?” He asks, how was he so confident oh my lord.

You softly nod, “su-sure I mean, yeah go ahead,” you smile to try and cover your awkwardness, “Go on a date with me?” He asks, and you felt your world go sick, like you felt as if you were going to puke. “Maybe Lexi’s Cafe, or we could go to the beach if that’s more your liking?” He smiles at you.

“Me? Am I dreaming?” You start to think, pinching yourself. “No,” he laughs a little, “And yes, you y/n,” he says your name, making you feel numb. “I- I’m free Saturday,” slipped out, but you weren’t and about it, slightly embarrassed about how fast it came out, “Here, I’ll text you,” he smiles handing you a number, you take it and put it in your bag, “Ok,” you say awkwardly, he stands up from his chair and stands in-front of you, “I don’t wanna wait until Saturday, so, I’m just going to ask now,” he says, you furrow your eyebrows confused, but not being able to say anything.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, hope in his eyes. Lust in his eyes, “Really?” You ask shocked, he nods with a small laugh, you were shocked but you didn’t waste another second before you kissed him, feeling every brick in your shoulder lift off into the sky, every boulder was gone, and every stone was demolished. Guess Lilly was right, she is going to be the bridesmaid at you guy’s wedding.

#rafe cameron #fanfic #fluff #cute fluff #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron fluff #fem!reader #outer banks #obx fic #rafe fluff #rafe x y/n #rafe obx #y/n #so cute

[elvenxwarrior]

My Normie (Part One) - Leviathan

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

Part Two

Leviathan had only seen '[Name]' a few times over her stay in the Devildom. She never seemed to talk unless it was to Diavolo or Lucifer regarding important business and was very quiet in class but attentive.

But in the few times of seeing her, Leviathan thought she was beautiful.

"Probably a normie though..." He'd always think to himself.

Little did he know, that wasn't the case.

If he had ever stopped by to visit her room, he'd find a large Sucre Frenzy poster on her wall beside her desk and several Ruri-chan figures neatly littering the shelves where she kept her manga volumes and anime box sets. Assassination Classroom manga took up a whole shelf in her small bookcase whilst a second shelf was dedicated to her games and smaller, handheld consoles. As a centrepiece to the games shelf, a copy of Diabolik Lovers stood proud with a PlayStation Portable™ laid in front of it.

[Name] would usually be found in her room, either wearing her headphones to listen to anime openings and game soundtracks while reading or studying. Sometimes she'd be at her desk gaming; almost always in her oversized Ruri-chan hoodie.

Truth be told? [Name] felt the same way about the Envious Third-Born. As soon as she heard him talking about TSL and how he seemingly had an eidetic memory for it all, she was astounded.

She tapped her pen to her lips, deep in thought, "Would he want to meet me if anime was involved?"

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[Name] Hey, Levi. Leviathan Hey [Name]. [Name] I got the new collectors edition of TSL, wanna come watch? Leviathan YOU WHAT? OMW NOW

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No more than 15 minutes passed before there was a knock at your door.

"Come in!" You yelled, unable to tear yourself from writing your game's cheat-sheet and studying simultaneously.

"You said you had the New TSL Collector’s Editio-..."

Leviathan's words had gotten caught in his throat upon seeing your room.

'This is almost everything I like too...'

You saved and quit your game, sliding your cheat-sheet into a folder beside your monitor, "I do indeeeEEEEED."

You suddenly felt flustered, it only took you turning around and seeing who was in your room to lose your confidence. You hadn't seen his text saying he was coming!

"[N-Name], are you okay?" He asked at your sudden shock and the strange way you had given your response.

"I, uh... I didn't think you'd actually come..." Your voice trailed off quietly, a red hue taking over your face.

"You have the new Collector's Edition of TSL, of course I'm going to come! It's got deleted scenes and behind the scenes with animations, interviews with the English and Japanese voice actors, bloopers-"

Leviathan proceeded to rattle off all of the different features that this version had, evidently excited.

When he finally stopped, you gestured to your TV and games console, (gotta love how they double-up as DVD players!) "So... shall we?"

Levi nodded enthusiastically, following you to plonk down on the floor with all your pillows and blankets.

When you had turned around after putting the disc in, he saw your pastel pink hoodie was a Ruri-chan hoodie.

"WOAH- Where did you get that hoodie?!"

You looked down, pulling the oversized fabric out to look down at the design, "Uh... it was from an event-based prize draw; it was the 4th place prize, I think?"

"You made it into The Top 5?! Impressive! I was Number 1!"

It seemed the more you and the Envious Third Born would nerd out, the less shy you became and the less awkward the atmosphere was. You were both talking about TSL as each scene went along, discussing the plot, the characters alongside various other aspects.

You were sitting very close.

It wasn't until you were practically leaning your chest on his shoulder that you both realised how close you actually were. Clearing your throat you turned to sit normally.

"Uh... [Name]. You can... lean on me like that... if you want. It was... kinda comfy." Leviathan stuttered out, awkwardly pausing to think about his phrasing.

"Uh... sure!" You went back to lean on him and tried not to squeal. When he puts his arm around you, you let a small squeak slip out.

He hit the pause button on the controller, turning to you slightly, "Are... you okay?"

You nodded, unsure of what- no, unsure of how to say how you were feeling.

'Yeah Levi, I'm completely fine! Just trying not to die like a fangirl meeting her boyband crush at the fact you put your arm around and cuddled me. I'm in love with you!'

Leviathan leaned in slightly, staring intently into your eyes, "[Name]..."

"Le... Levi..."

You both felt like an anime protagonist reaching the peak of the plot where they finally confess to their love interest. Lord, how much more cliche can this night get?!

"[Name], can I..."

You tilted your head, "Can you...?"

You could feel your heart beating heavily against your chest; Levi could probably feel it. You moved forward, bringing your face closer to his, the brightness of the TV screen being your only light in the room.

"Kiss you?" / "Kiss me?"

A gasp escaped you both, before happily kissing him; the excitement of the situation caused you to knock him over, he was now leaning back on his forearms with a hand threaded into your hair and you on top of him.

You parted from the kiss, giggling sheepishly and pulled him back upright. "Sorry about that..."

"I-It's fine!" Levi was extremely flustered, "It was nice!"

There was an awkward silence...

"[Name]?" / "Levi?"

"You go first." / "You first."

You both laughed, "Count of three?" He nodded.

"One...

Two...

Three..."

"I like you!" Was the simultaneous statement. You pressed your head to his chest, smiling ear to ear.

"But... I thought you thought I was a normie?"

"Yeah, but [Name]... you're my normie."

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[resident-gay-bitch]

Day One of @steddie-week - hunger / pining / somebody to love

Eddie’s having a smoke out by the old bleachers. It’s a warm day out, the sun’s shining down and there's a cool breeze that drifted through his hair to cool the back of his neck. It was nice. He wished it could be a little nicer, though. 

Tommy Hagan, the stupid oaf that he was, had just attempted to utterly humiliate in the middle of his English Oral on To Kill A Mockingbird, and despite his shocking grades, Eddie was actually very good at English and dissecting a text. He focused the main part of his essay on the prejudice themes within, granted he could understand and relate to them in one way or another, and pulled out a bloody brilliant essay if he did say so himself - though, he knew that he’d be coming close to a fail again, because Ms Click had it out for him and she hated his ‘vulgar language’ and ‘woke themes’. Bitch. Tommy had picked up on how Eddie reflected his own experiences to the text, and decided to start heckling him. You feeling a little left out, Munson? Gonna have a cry because you’re at the bottom of the food chain? All stupid shit that didn’t even make much sense because he’s pretty sure Tommy didn’t actually do the reading. 

Eddie gave him a grin and kept going until he just wouldn’t shut up, and Eddie was about to run out of time and he still had a whole paragraph to go, and so he just turned to Hagan and said, I know you can’t go three seconds without everyone's attention on you, Hagan, but don’t you think it’s a little pathetic how desperate for my attention you are? 

He got thrown out of the class instantly, and a big ‘F’ stamped on his essay. 

Whatever. 

Eddie didn’t care for all the attention he got. I mean, sure, he’d get up on tables and stomp around, preaching his shit and making a fool out of himself, but he only did that on the good days. The Confident days. The days he had something to say. Every other day, every other minute, he wished to go unnoticed. To blend in with the crowd and just live it out until graduation. But there's never a moment of peace with these jackasses. They’ve always got something to say. 

For a group of people who always like to tell Eddie how unimportant he is, they sure do take up a lot of their own time talking about him. 

It’s kinda funny, actually. 

Either way, Eddie was sick of it. He just wanted to get up there, give his oral, sit back down, and get on with his school day. He had a campaign to host tonight, and then band practice after that since Gareth was going up to Florida to visit his grandma on the weekend. So he was kind of thankful he got kicked out of class… maybe he was asking for it, he didn’t care. Now he could stand out here and smoke in peace, rather than getting balls of paper with studpid drawings or dumbass notes thrown at his head for the rest of class. 

Okay, scratch that, Eddie would prefer the bullying right now. 

From here, he had a clear view of the outdoor basketball courts. They were shitty and dinged up pretty well, the hoop no longer had a net on it - save for a singular ratty old string hanging down - and there were marks all over the backboard. The courts were mostly used by the freshman during lunchtime for dumb basketball, and as a safe ground for the science class when things were too dangerous to stand near or if they’d swell up and explode. 

But there, on the shitty courts, were Hargrove and Harrington. Two of the biggest dicks to ever grace the fine halls of Hawkins High. Eddie found their petty rivalry absolutely fucking hilarious. 

One minute ‘King Steve’s sitting all high and mighty on his throne, pretty girl on his arm, and then in walks Billy and threatens everything he stands for. 

Comedy fucking gold. 

Though, Eddie did start to feel a little sympathy for Steve about it. After having his first real interaction with Billy - a quick deal at his own goddamned school locker - he realised how much of a cunt he was. And jeez, for Steve to be Billy’s main target, he’s gotta be going through it. And not only that, but it seemed to be getting worse after Steve got dumped by Nancy Wheeler. God, that was the talk of the school for weeks. And now Steve had lost his crown and was like… nobody. Steve was actually getting heckled in the halls now - nowhere near as much as Eddie, but still. 

Yeah, maybe the little homoerotic rivalry between the two ‘Kings’ of Hawkins High wasn’t as funny as Eddie thought. 

Eddie hated when people noticed him when he wasn’t actively seeking attention, but he kinda wished Steve would. He didn’t even look at Eddie when he’d jump up on cafeteria tables anymore - which is definitely not the reason why Eddie has made this a tri-to-quater-weekly occurrence or anything - nothing. He wouldn’t pay him any mind. 

And yeah, okay, this was stupid. God it was so fucking stupid. Eddie knew that. He knew that better than anyone because why on fucking earth would the universe decide that Eddie the Freak had to trip and fall head over goddamn heels for Steve motherfucking Harrington? 

What had Eddie done - in this life or the last - that was so horrible to have deserved this fate? 

He hadn’t a clue. However, he did know it must have been utterly terrible because he’d been sporting these dumb feelings since Harrington's freshman year. Four years. For long years. 

And for what? 

He’s pretty sure they’ve spoken a total of (give or take) twenty words to one another in that time, and most of them would have been Eddie apologising for ‘accidentally’ bumping into Steve in the halls. 

Okay, the crush was dumb, super fucking dumb. Steve was a popular straight jock. But at least Eddie didn’t fall for one of his bullies. Sure, Hagan gave him a hard time just about every day, but Steve didn’t give him a word of it. He’d either just stand there with a bitchy look on his face (which Eddie often thought about when daydreaming in class… or other times), bored out of his mind, waiting for Tommy to finish, or, he’d be standing there with the girl he’d claimed that week and would either talk to or suck face with her. 

Eddie hated that last one. 

A lot of the time Eddie would zone out on Hagans ranting and stare oogily at Steve kissing whatever girl it was and imagine Steve would just push her away and storm over to Eddie and just… just fucking grab him and slam their lips together. It’d be like in the movies, you know? With… with some dramatic love song like Dream Weaver or some shit playing in the background, and there'd be cartoon hearts in Eddie’s eyes and stars floating around their heads. And maybe Steve would shove him up against the lockers and kiss him like it was the only thing he’d know how to do, and then they’d peel away and look at Tommy and just laugh at him - because Eddie can definitely see that Tommy’s feelings for Steve ran a little deeper than the best friendship he claimed it was. 

But that would never happen. 

Steve has never- and would never kiss Eddie, passionately or not. 

So now all he could do was stare.

He stared off at the basketball courts as Steve tried to steal the ball from Hargrove, watching the way his thick thighs moved in those tiny little shorts, the way his ass filled them out when he’d bend over, the way his biceps flexed when he’d managed to grab the ball and shoot, the way his hair would flop over his pretty eyes before it’d get swept back by his large hand that Eddie has also thought about… a lot. 

When Hargrove shoved at Steve's chest (like a good damned toddler who didn’t get their way) so hard he went skidding to the ground, Eddie had to fight the urge to just run over there and punch Billy’s lights out - though, if he were to do that it could be justified with about a million other reasons, but he wasn’t looking for another detention right now - and cradle Steve in his arms. To check if he was okay. To kiss all the parts that hurt. 

Lord, Eddie was so far gone over nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. 

He sucked on his cigarette and celebrated quietly to himself when Steve got back to his feet and shoved his shoulder aggressively into Billy’s before running to get the ball. He watched them fight over it again, and couldn’t help his smile as Steve made one of those goal things. You know… the one that’s made from the middle of the court. The big one. He couldn’t help the little blush in his cheeks as he watched Steve do a little happy dance, the wriggle of his hips as he shook his fists like he was holding maracas. Billy was not happy, and that seemed to make Steve even more proud. 

It made Eddie proud. 

Jesus. 

Why was he so set on this asshole? 

Why couldn’t he like someone a little more in his own league? I mean, he still probably wouldn’t get them then either, but he’d at least have a chance. 

You know the worst part about this is Steve's tendency to be a little bit of a whore. Because like, he gets around. Skull Rock - that was once Eddie’s escape and eventually smoking spot - was only deemed the ‘hookup spot’ after Steve took multiple girls there within the span of a month. So, like, Eddie has to see him with girl after girl after girl every week, and know that he’d never be one of those girls. 

He was a little ashamed to know that he’d spent a good few nights crying himself to sleep over it. 

It was hopeless, this crush. It was helpless too. Steve was beautiful. The most handsome man Eddie had ever seen, and always had been, and yeah he was an asshole - so was Eddie - but he wasn’t a cunt. 

Eddie didn’t understand why it stuck around so long. 

He sighed and sucked on his cigarette again, blowing the smoke out as he smiled at Steve's little happy dance one more time. Right as he was crushing the butt of his cig with his sneaker, Steve turned his head and looked at him. 

The smile that still lingered on Eddie’s lips dropped in an instant, and he swallowed the lump in his throat and ground his sneaker into his cigarette one more time so Steve would know he was out here for a smoke and not to perv… even though he definitely was.

Steve flashed him a small smile, the smile that he flashed teachers or past hookups or casual friends or just people he knew in the halls, and nodded his head once as a sort of ‘hey’, his hands perched on his hips as it was happening, his hair flopping back down over his eyes. He flicked his head back to clear his vision again, and then he turned back to Billy without so much of a second thought and crouched into ready position to get the ball again. 

Oh. 

That’s why. That’s why Eddie’s crush had never ended. 

Because every so often Steve would give him one of those ‘I know you, hey’ nods, or a tight lined ‘I just realised I was walking past someone I know’ smiles, and Eddie would melt. 

Eddie would melt so much because no one with Steves status would give those to Eddie. And he knew he was scraping for crumbs right now but that… oh, he recognised Eddie and he said hey, and- Oh, fuck! Eddie didn’t do it back… again. 

Jesus, he never fucking does. Always too distracted by Steve’s pretty features and the fact that he noticed him. 

Maybe Steve did notice him, sometimes.

Eddie just wished Steve would see him too. 

**

super late submission but whatever :) it's in before it's over and that's all that matters to me rn lol.

read Day Two here

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#steddie week 2023 #jay writes #Day One #steddie #steddie angst #eddie munson #steve harrington #angst #pining #hunger #somebody to love by queen #eddie munson pov #season 2 #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[knight-princess]

how and when did you realize you were gay, if I may ask

It was kinda gradual for me, and some of the signs I didn’t even notice myself till later. But I do remember the lightbulb moment where it all clicked, cos I was in the art room at school with a friend, we’d stayed behind after class so the room was empty and quiet save for us, the radio was on in the background, I was washing up my paintbrushes in the sink and she was talking about boys she liked, and I very absently went “I think I like girls.” I froze, and she froze. I hadn’t even formed the thought fully myself till that moment, let alone planned to say it. So for it to just pop out like that was a bit of a shock. I went down to the library immediately after and one of my older friends talked to me about it all, and all the different terms, like bi and lesbian and gay and queer and stuff. So yeah that was my moment of realisation: fourteen or maybe fifteen, at school, blurting it out in the middle of art

And then trying to come out to my family to the unanimous response of “. . . Yeah we know.”

#personal #I got very lucky #my friends and family were very supportive #but god was it confusing till I figured it out lol

[multifanlol]

Hello again Another request for you and It’s not a Yandere One this time I promise 😭. Could you do Head canons of Marcy and a very shy reader who both like each other but the reader is dating Sasha? Maybe have Marcy and the Reader both end up in Newtopia and they both end up confessing to each other during they’re time there.

Sureee! I don’t mind either content incase you think I’m bothered-

I’m doing a fem reader since i have something planned for it that makes sense sorry gn and male readers 😭

Marcy Wu x Shy! Fem! Reader

During Amphibia

Essentially your with Marcy and you fell somewhere in Newtopia and your there with her

“Wow i wonder if the newts eat anything other then insects-“

“Oh! Maybe i could create some food for them and maybe they’ll like it and it’ll create a system where they make food from our town i could ask King Andrias or-“

As Marcy rambled on about whatever you just admired her talking, you thought the rambling bit was cute…

No! Stop it y/n-your dating Sasha you’d be doing the unforgivable-

“Oh! I could also create some technologically for them! If i find anything that could work….”

Marcy noticed you looking bothered

“Ugh i went on a ramble again didn’t i…..sorry y/n when i get excited you get never ending rambles of me-“

“N-No! It’s fine! I was just dazing off again…”

“Oh! Well i can relate, i always get trapped in my own world too, so i can see why your dazing off like that-“

Marcy awkwardly stopped talking as the silence bothered you both

“Soo, how are things with Sasha since she’s not here and all-“

“What-“

“No! I mean, you know your usually almost always with her it’s been a while since we’ve been alone and stuff-“

Well truth is you never liked Sasha, okay it’s not like you DIDN’T like her you just never felt anything romantic for her

It all started when you realised you were into girls you didn’t want to tell all the girls at once as that felt too overwhelming so you decided to tell one of the girls at once

Which happened to be Sasha

You don’t even know how it was Sasha, you just remember thinking about her telling you how she could basically “see” through you, you thought that was a sign and told her

Truth be told she took it surprisingly well? You didn’t think she’d be Homophobic you just didn’t expect her to take it so lightly

It shocked you even MORE when she came out to you as Bisexual and confessed she always liked you but never had the courage to tell you as she just naturally assumed you were straight and wanted to “experiment”

You didn’t take it that well. to be honest, you always had a crush on the little nerd friend known as “Marcy Wu”

One of your childhood friends, your seat mate in most of your classes, your game buddy, and well the girl you loved

You didn’t want to hurt Sasha and tell her you loved Marcy although you couldn’t lie that you felt a thing for Sasha too

Although your not sure whether you felt more “peer pressured” to think that or maybe did feel a bit of a fling but that was it

Although things with Sasha wasn’t really the best as Sasha hardly ever focused on your needs in this “relationship” and you always knew she never really truly liked you she always seemed more weirdly obsessed with Anne in a way

But to be fair that was you with Marcy so your gonna try to not be a hypocrite

Although after Anne told you about the way Sasha was acting you felt kinda relieved as now you’d have a actual reason to break things with her without hurting her intentionally

So when you find her maybe she’d take it well?

You landed here with Marcy to this world know as “Amphibia” although you landed in the city newtopia

You were honestly thankful you landed with someone so you weren’t alone as you barley have good social skills with actual humans so frogs? Yeah no

It’s been months ever since landing here and you have to admit you’ve came out of your shell who knew creatures that saw YOU as a odd creature were more easy to talk to?

You were still painfully shy but much more confident in yourself

As the awkward silence suspended you hated finishing conversations you were all about peaceful silence

“I mean, I’m not sure if I’ll stay with Sasha especially with that stuff Anne told us about she did and all-“

“Oh, so you’ll be available! Not that you’ll be available more of-“

Marcy then sighs and inhales a breath

“Well in truth, um this is gonna sound really lame y/n but well, i always loved you”

You knew this was wrong but like what that newt you were talking to yesterday, it’s now or never right?

“I never asked you as i just assumed you were straight then when i found out you were out with Sasha so if you ever wanna stop talking to me go ahead but-“

“Just stop-“

“Huh-“

You knew this was wrong

“I like you too Marcy, i always have…..let’s just leave it as this until i properly end things with Sasha….”

“O-Oh! I totally get it i thought you hated me-“

“I could never hate my player one”

End

Okay I’m sorry this is really short and lame and rushed 😭

The new season of total drama came out which there was nowhere to watch it so i spent days just to finish certain episodes :(

Ik the player 1 thing might of been kinda dumb but idc i think it’s cute 💔

And i didn’t wanna justify the basically cheating thing as i wanted to make it accurate to there characters while showing that the cheating is wrong-

And we’ll have a good day/night and byeee!

#character x reader #amphibia #amphibia x reader #marcy wu #marcy wu x reader

[steveinscarlet]

Presenting for your consideration a gig review and interview with Joe and Steve from 1980. This is the article referenced in the infamous 'Wayne' Rockline interview.

A few points before we begin:

I said it was long!

Apologies that I can't do proper scans - tho given this is 40 yr old newsprint, I don't think that would help much!

Interesting decision to give a cover and centre spread to a band you don't like just so you can be mean to them

The journalist has decided to write all the interview answers in a representation of the Yorkshire accent, because apparently northern accents are hilarious, which makes it kinda hard to read

I can totally see why the band got pissed off with the British music press!

This is 1980 so standard warning that language is used that would have been commonplace at the time but is unacceptable now - I cut one paragraph out of the text version because Joe uses a slur a bunch of times and I just didn't want to have that on my blog. You can still squint at the image if you want to read the full thing. (No Joe-hate, he's just talking the way working class blokes did at the time, there's no malice behind it)

The new Lords of Denim

His ears bleeding from white noise and thick northern accents, Allen Jones debates heavy metal and other apocalypses with Def Leppard, leaders of the HM new wave.

"We're the Dooleys wi' goolies," says guitarist Steve Clark.

Their first rehearsal studio was in an old building near the Sheffield United football ground. A single room, it cost them a fiver a week to rent.

After work on Friday, they'd go down there and rehearse, often until 4am. There were four of them. Pete Willis played guitar. He knew Rick Savage who played bass. There were several drummers in those early months. Then Rick Allen joined. Pete and Sav were 17, Rick was 15. Joe Elliott had never sung in a band before, although he played a little guitar and had depped as a drummer in a local rock 'n' roll band. They told him that he looked the part. He was tall and brawny, with a shock of curly blond hair: an identikit heavy metal frontman, really. They were persuasive. He joined them in October, 1977.

They plundered Thin Lizzy and Bowie albums for songs for their early repertoire, playing "Jailbreak", "Rosalie" and "Suffragette City". They began writing their own songs, too. "Sorrow Is A Woman", which they still play, was written then, though it was called "Misty Dreamer" in those days. Joe wrote the lyrics. Pete and Sav handled the riffs.

There was another song called "War Child". Their faces twist with embarrassment now when they recall "War Child". They dismiss it quickly as being derivative of Black Sabbath. "An 'orrible fookin' mess, it were," Joe Elliott cries, his accent as thick as a girder of Sheffield steel.

They introduced "Emerald" to their repertoire when Steve Clark joined and they realised that he and Pete Willis could duplicate Thin Lizzy's guitar harmonies. Steve met Pete at the local college of further education. They were both attending the same day-release class. Steve saw Pete reading a guitar manual and realised they had a mutual interest. They met again at a Judas Priest concert at Sheffield City Hall and started talking guitars. Pete invited Steve to a rehearsal. Steve was impressed. He was invited to join the group. He accepted.

They called themselves Def Leppard. Their intention was local fun rather than international success; at first they nursed no grand ambition. They debuted in July, 1978, at Westfield school in Sheffield. They say they were dreadful, but copped the promoter for five quid, anyway.

They were not satisfied rehearsing four hours a night, five nights a week; they'd spend weekend afternoons developing and refining their heavy metal assault, their armoury of bone-crunching riffs. And their local reputation grew into a northern cult.

Impressed by the enterprise of young punk bands who'd financed their own recordings, they saved and scrounged enough money to go into Fairview Studios in Hull, where they cut a three-track EP of their own songs. They released it on their own label, Bludgeon Riffola; "Ride Into The Sun", "Overture" and "Getcha Rocks Off". Those who know about such things will tell you that "Getcha Rocks Off" is destined to be remembered as a classic heavy metal performance.

They found an enthusiastic supporter in Andy Peebles, the Radio 1 deejay. Even John Peel played the record. HM aficionados in the music press began to shower them with adulatory notices. People were beginning to talk about them as one of the leading bands in the new wave of heavy metal, future threats to the supremacy of UFO, the Scorpions and Judas Priest.

Then, last summer, Phonogram released a single, "Wasted", a blustery performance marred by an indifferent production. Phonogram placed them as support on two prestigious tours: first with the American hard rock singer, Sammy Hagar, then with AC/DC. They estimate that they played to over 40,000 people on those tours.

Their impact must have been considerable. In this paper's reader's poll in November, they were voted into fourth place in the "Brightest Hope" category. In the same category in the NME's readers' poll they were voted into sixth place, above more fashionable contenders like the Undertones, the Pretenders, the Gang of Four, Secret Affair and the Selecter. Def Leppard's first album is released in March.

Follow the moon to the end of Sauchiehall Street. Turn into Tiffany's before you reach the corner; sprint up the stone steps into the glare of the foyer. Past the ticket office, quickly. There are the bouncers in their tight-fitting tuxedos; look at them, with their necks bulging out of their starched shirt collars. The manager leads the way into the pumping heart of the ballroom.

The air is ravaged by the hysterical excess of Rainbow, screaming through the house PA. When the tape finishes, Zeppelin replaces Rainbow on the cassette deck. It's going to be that kind of night.

The manager declares himself pleased with the attendance; at least 700 headbangers so far, he estimates. Not at all bad for a Sunday night, especially for a band headlining its first concert in Glasgow. Mind you, he says, the Specials played here on a Sunday and they had 2,500 rabid kids packed into the ballroom. And the police were squabbling outside on Sauchiehall Street with at least another thousand. He rolls his eyes at the memory. One of his bouncers was struck that night by a girl wielding a hat-pin. He and one of his men dragged her to the back of the auditorium. They tried to calm her down. She stripped off her shirt and, naked to the waist, tried to run off. She was tackled by a police officer. She felled him with a well-timed kick in the balls. The manager chuckles to himself as he tells the story.

Tonight's audience is already pressed tight around the stage, fists clenched, punching the atmosphere in the familiar heavy metal seig heil! Their feet are stamping, their heads shaking violently. The imaginary guitarists are out, too. Just a few for the moment, though: the Deep Purple Formation Dancers will not take to the floor in force until Def Leppard are on the boards and tearing holes in the fragile fabric of the local ozone. The crowd around the stage began chanting. Their message was unclear at first.

Then their ranting become ominously clear. "We hate the mods, we hate the mods, we hate the mods... we hate, we hate, we hate the mods!"

Def Leppard were racing down the narrow staircase from their dressroom to the stage. Joe Elliott must have heard the chant. As the band plugged in and roadies made last-minute checks on equipment, popping up like greasy glove-puppets behind the amplifiers, Elliott grabbed his microphone.

"D'yer want us ter do soom Sec- ritt Afferr songs fur yer?"

The reply was lost in a landslide of noise as Def Leppard smacked out the first powerchord of their set. 

That first chord was like a grenade going off in your hand; surviving the rest of the performance was like living through Pearl Harbour.

The drummer sounded like he was shitting amplified house bricks. His bass-drum kicks walloped holes in the chest; each cymbal crash was a sustained opera of alarm. The guitars were a thick carpet of shrieking chords. And Elliott's voice came howling through the debris, like the devil calling in the damned for supper.

And this was just the first number. It left me more confused than a conversation with Robert Fripp. 

The boys sure could whack it out with the best of them, as earlier observers have been quick to remark. I saw UFO a year ago at the Hammersmith Odeon. Compared to this lot, they sounded like schoolchildren rattling the railings with their rulers.

As a visual spectacle, Def Leppard are a whirlwind of frantic gestures, arm-swinging, headshaking and microphone twirling. So completely do they epitomise the satin-and- leather flash of heavy metal they almost become caricatures. There were more bare chests on that stage than you'd find in a topless bar on Sunset Strip. Willis and Clark have perfected every manoeuvre in the HM handbook of macho poses, throwing more shapes in one song than the entire front line of Thin Lizzy in an entire set.

One significant distinction should, however, be made between Def Leppard and their HM predecessors. Solos are infrequent, usually quickly despatched, more often tightly contained within the blistering structures of the songs. Willis and Clark prefer to maintain the pace of the attack, which relents only for the obligatory moody ballads.

Of course, this did nothing to deter the denim-swathed ranks of phantasy guitarists. They lined up at the back of the crowd in neat batallions, heads down, right hands scrubbing their chests while the left tore up and down imagined fretboards. They were even more energetic and frantically nimble than the band. Whhooosh! There went one, a vertical take-off from a standing start! Craaammmm! There he went, smacking down on his knees, back bent over in an impossible arch, the back of his head dusting the ballroom floor. There was a marvellous moment towards the end of the set. The guitars dropped out, leaving Rick Allen alone for a brief drum flourish. Suddenly, everyone was an imaginary drummer.

It's difficult making notes with both hands clamped over your ears, and dodging flying riffs that are threatening to tear off your kneecaps rather prevents one's assimilation of individual subtleties. However, I do remember that "When The Walls Come Tumbling Down" was an epic about apocalypse, complete with characteristic HM imagery of doom and destruction. The final encores, "Ride Into The Sun" and "Rocks Off", seemed standard hard rock outbursts, fiercely played and lavishly received.

After the gig it took at least four double vodkas and a sharp slap on the back of the head to recover the power of speech.

"Loud?" exclaimed Pete Willis at the hotel, "We only used half stacks t'night."

He looked at me as if I was the biggest wimp on the planet. I didn't reply. My ears were still bleeding.

Willis, Allen and Savage have gone off with the road crew to the local fleapit. Rather appropriately, they have gone to see "Apocalypse Now".

Eliott and Clark are in their hotel room fielding questions. Elliott is affable, forthright, confident; not at all the offensively cocky individual I had been led to expect. Clark is drunk and getting worse.

"We all knew when we started the band that it were goin' t'be heavy rock," Elliott is explaining. He has the kind of accent you hear on voice-overs for Hovis commercials. "We knew it weren't going t'be poonk. An' it weren't goin' t'be Lena Martell. We all knew it were goin' t'be based around Lizzy, Zeppelin, UFO."

I had wanted to know why such a young band had turned to heavy metal rather than punk, like most of their contemporaries. When they formed punk was, after all, the most fashionable trend. And Def Leppard shared both age and circumstances (bored teenagers, working-class) with the majority of new punk bands storming the barricades in '77.

"We never thought about it," Clark blearily attests. "We just did what we wanted to do. We never thought, 'Well, punk is fashionable, heavy metal is dated - let's be fashionable, let's be a punk band."

"If we'd done that, it would've been unnatural," Elliott elaborates.. "You get certain bands who say, 'We've tried for 18 months at bein' this kind of band. We're not gerren anywhere, let's be summat else. We'll change us name and change us image... Like, apparently, there used t'be a really weird, heavy rock band called Black Widow. Apparently, some of them are now in Showaddywaddy." 

He looked suitably aghast, as if someone had just walked over his grave.

"It would've been false for us to pretend we were summat we weren't," he continued. "It would've been wrong for us t'say, 'Right, we'll go and cut us hair and dye it blond and wear bondage trousers with zips all over t'place and be a poonk band. But it's not tha' we didn't like poonk. I though t'Pistols were greet. An' Clash. New wave were greet. It's a cliché now, but it did give music business a kick up the arse. People must've been gerren pissed off wi' bands like Supertramp. I like Supertramp mesel', but I can see kids' point of view - when there's nowt 'appenin' apart from yearly release of a new Supertramp album or Pink Floyd, kids'll get pissed off, look for summat new. So when they gerra band like t'Clash comin' up, they think, 'Wharra great fookin' blast of energy.’"

Elliott is eager to stress the catholicism of Def Leppard's musical tastes. Pete Willis might be more emphatically involved with heavy metal "he only ever listens to UFO and Priest" but Sav was into Queen and Boston, and Rick Allen was deeply into funk, especially Parliament and Funkadelic.

"I've gorra case full o' tapes over 'ere," Elliott went on. "You can look through it, if yer like. None of 'em are heavy rock. The nearest thing t'heavy rock in tha' bag is Meat Loaf. I've got Tubular Bells, 10cc. I just like music. It's just that I don't think I'd like it as much playin' 10cc's music onstage."

"Thing about new wave," Clark said, looking up from his beer mug, "were that the bands had a definite feelin' for audience. They were just like audience. There was a sort of rapport. An' it's the same wi' new wave heavy metal bands. Like, wi' old wave heavy metal bands, like Rush, it were 'Look at me. I'm in a band. I'm on a ten-foot stage. I'm above you.’ There isn't the same rapport. I fookin' ‘ate that. We haven't got that attitude, that Sabbath, Deep Purple attitude. We believe that it's t'kids what count. Like, we'll put on show whatever… I could break me back, but I'd still play show even if I had t'be carried onstage. We wouldn't pull out of show just because we didn't have a proper soun'check or bollocks like that."

Whatever their own sympathy for punk, it could hardly be said that the punks had ever displayed a reciprocal sympathy for heavy metal, old wave or new. Didn't that smart a little?

"No doubt some would think so," Elliott replied. "But fact that Johnny Rotten might not like us don't mean it's goin' t'put me off likin' him. If I ever heard an interview where Rotten or Joe Strummer were sayin', 'Oh, Def Leppard - wharra load of bollocks! I'd just say, 'Fair enough, he don't like us.' Tha's no reason fer me to go an' break all me Clash albums in half and say, 'I don't like you any more."

Clark had already made one distinction between the old guard of heavy metal and its more recent, youthful manifestation. Elliott thought there was an even greater difference.

"Frankly," he said, after some pause, "I don't think t'old wave of heavy metal bands are a patch on't new wave. I'm not talkin' just about us now. You compare people like Purple and Sabbath wi' UFO, wi' Michael Schenker. Purple and Sabbath aren't in't same category. I mean, Sabbath weer just really heavy. No light or shade, no melody. UFO and to a certain extent Judas Priest, there's more variety wi' them. It's a totally different sound. Like, wi' us it's more commercial. Some of our stuff, like 'Rock Brigade', if that ever came out as a single, it'd be commercial. It wouldn't just appeal to heavy metal fans. You can't compare summat like that wi' 'Paranoid' or 'Child In Time'. It's short, punchy. It's three minutes. It's straight though. Bangbangbang. Verse, chorus, verse, chorus, guitar solo, stop. That's it."

They didn't, then, approve of the old "Ben-Hur" length guitar solos (and bass and drum solos) much favoured by their predecessors? They certainly didn't.

"Guitar solos are borin'," Elliott stated unequivocally.

"That's why we don't do any," Clark hiccupped. "We don't have half-hour drum solos like John Bonham wi’ Zeppelin. We think it's borin'. We try to strike a balance between what Sabbath were doin' and what the fookin' Clash are doin'." 

As far as the press was concerned, though, they were more likely to be treated with the derision traditionally reserved for Black Sabbath than with the often sycophantic reverence afforded the Clash: they would most often be seen as a kind of desperate joke, I told them.

"I can't understand that, to be honest," Elliott said. "In any kind. of music be it punk or heavy rock, or even country and western there's always a brilliant artist and there's always a shit artist. Like, in heavy metal, where you get a really good band, someone like UFO, you'll also get your Motorhead. I think Motorhead are fookin' terrible, I saw Motorhead at Sheffield City Hall. After two numbers I had to put me fingers in me ears (I knew the feeling). Lemmy's not got the sweetest o' voices at best of time. That night he had a cold. He sounded like ferret bein' strangled…”

"Wharr' I'm sayin' is there's good and there's bad in all sorts of music. But the press always seem to slag heavy rock wi'out thinkin'. Do you know why?" he puzzled. 

I didn't. I simply pleaded guilty.

"I just don't see why they do it," Elliott continued, immersed now in the argument, giving his tonsils a hell of an airing. "I can't see how they do it. The Clash might be great, excitin' an' that - but musically they're not a patch on UFO. In my opinion, heavy rock is the second best music for the actual musical competence of people in't bands. Jazz rock I'd put top. People like Chick Corea and Billy Cobham, musically they're brilliant. To listen to I think they're borin'. I mean, one like John McLaughlin - now he's probably t'best guitarist in't world. I dunno, but I couldn't watch him play live, sittin' cross-legged on't bloody floor. I'd rather watch Chuck Berry play three notes and duckwalking, you know. I mean, you go to a concert, you expect summat to be goin' on. You don't want to see someone sittin' cross-legged on a bit of carpet sayin' prayers for audiences before he starts playin' guitar. I'd rather watch Clash, frankly." 

Elliott pauses for breath. I rinse out my ears. 

"I think," he says, "the majority of heavy rock bands are musically more talented than the majority of new wave bands, And probably put on a better show, too. I'm not sure, though - I imagine a band like the Boomtown Rats might put on a good show. But bands like the UK Subs, I imagine they'd be totally useless live, 'cos they're totally useless on record. That Charlie 'Arper, I think he's a waste of time. He looks old enough to be me grandad.” 

So you resent the fact that the press characterises heavy metal bands and their audiences simply as moronic headbangers?

"Course I do," Elliott said. There is a lot of talent there. "It really does annoy me that the press will knock band cos they're labelled heavy rock. They say they're just another joke band, they can't play. But if they took the time to be totally unbiased and watched the bands they'd see a lot of people who can really play. Like Steve 'ere." He threw his thumb over his shoulder at Clark who was trying to light one of the two cigarettes he could obviously see in his mouth. "Steve can really play."

He paused dramatically. 

"Steve were trained classical," he declared like a triumphant parent, commending his child on his first heart transplant operation.

I wondered, though, whether he thought that most heavy rock/HM bands didn't actually invite ridicule with their costumes, light shows, lasers, dry ice, leathers, perms and juvenile mysticism.

"There's summat in that," he said, sounding like Len Fairclough pondering a foreign body in his pint. “But I don’t think the songs and the music do.”

Clark took his nose out of his beer.

"I don't know what the kids think or what the press thinks," he said, his words sliding down his tongue like runaway toboggan down the north face of the Eiger, "but when we do a gig, we don't think we're heavy metal. For me, someone like Black Sabbath, Motorhead or Van Halen - that's heavy metal. We're not into noise. We like volume, but it's got to be nice. We're trying to make music that's appealing and exciting. If you like quiet bits, we've got quiet bits in our show…”

I told him I couldn't hear them for the noise. He ignored me. 

“...if you like loud bits, we do that, too." 

Elliott jumped in quickly to stress the variety of Def Leppard's material.

"You can't say all our songs are the same. There might be a basic similarity because they're all hard rock songs - so you're going to get your guitar solo and your wailing vocals an' all that nonsense. But we do all sorts of different things. Some of the songs we do are slow, some we do are ridiculously fast, some we do are quiet, some we do are loud. And we do some that are fast and slow in the same song." 

A veritable Noah's Ark of variety!

I was prepared, after an incoherent outburst from Steve Clark about the virtuosity of mad Kraut guitarist Michael Schenker, to go on to the next point on the agenda. Elliott had been thinking, though.

"Frankly," he said, "I can see your point, where you say bands like us might be inviting criticism. because of the dry ice and the leather trousers and smoke bombs. But there's a certain obligation, certain unwritten rules you have to stick to. People expect things of you. If we ever did a tour of your Hammersmith Odeons and what have you, we no doubt would use dry ice in slow bits and open with an intro tape and have fookin' explosions every other second. It adds to the visual side of it. That's what people expect.”

"But," he said darkly, "the music press would just go, Phahblahblah - it was all dry ice, leather trousers, open-necked shirts, gold medallions, wailin' guitar solos, all the usual stuff - let's get back to the bar…” 

I wondered where he had seen me in action.

"Thing is," he said, and I could sympathise with him, "because heavy rock has always been knocked, it will be knocked." 

“But," said Clark, "it'll go on. It's existed for ten years, despite all t'other trends. And it'll last longer, than mod or ska, or whatever revival it is.”

This was unusually coherent for the guitarist. I asked him if he might explain the continuing appeal of heavy rock. 

He tried, rather bravely in the circumstances.

"People who listen to heavy rock are workin'-class kids. They're not interested in fashions and trends. They don't give a shit about what's happenin' in't papers. They stick by what they know they like. They don't change image every week. Just 'cos there's supposed to be a mod revival, they won't sell all their Judas Priest albums and rush out an' get Secret Affair's album. They'll think, 'Fook it, I'll listen to what I want to listen to.’ They won’t change clothes just 'cos it's fashionable. If they want to wear flares, they'll fuckin' well wear 'em.”

Clark's fleeting reference to Secret Affair had conveniently brought us into the Eighties. I wanted to know what Def Leppard thought of various performers. With no real idea in mind I reeled off a few names: Springsteen, Costello, the Pretenders, the Specials. 

"We don't dislike any of 'em," Clark smiled cheerfully.

"The Pretenders," grinned Elliott. "Chrissie Hynde. I'd like to marry 'er one day." 

"We don't dislike anybody, really," Clark belched. "We like everythin'." 

"I can't stand bands like Specials," Elliott blurted, destroying Clark's magnanimity. "An' what's that other load of tit tha's just coom out? The Beat. Can't stand 'em, either. Tha's mod. Don't appeal to me. As far as I can see they're just revampin' an' ruinin' old songs. Tears Of A Clown' by Smokey Robinson were brilliant, but Beat have done it and I think it's a load o' rubbish. Same wi't Specials. An' Madness, I don't know if I like 'em or 'ate 'em, 'cos every time I watch 'em I just crease up. They're really funny t'watch. They remind me of Split Enz to be honest, the way they kind of lumber about like idiots."

Clark is awake again. "Bands like Specials and Madness and the mods and th' parkas an' all that shit," he said, "all they're doin' is just re- vampin' what was happenin' in 1966. But what we're doin' isn't revampin' 1969 heavy metal. We're takin' them roots, but we're buildin' on 'em." 

Exactly the same could be claimed for the Specials and ska, I protest. 

"I don't know that much about ska," Elliott intervened tartly, "all I know is that they're revampin' summat that's older than heavy rock and they're not gettin' slagged for it. They're revampin' 1964 or whenever... Like the mods. Like, two or three year ago, the 'Oo were borin' old farts. Now they're t'heroes of all t'mods. Does that mean in 18 months their mod audience of now is goin' to be walking about wi' kind of Indian waistcoats wi' long dangly tassles? 

"I reckon." Elliott calculated, "that by about 1983, we should have all these parkas thrown on't fire and they'll be gettin' headbands owt of cupboard again."

This argument had a certain logic; but weren't they really deluding themselves. Didn't even their kind of new wave heavy metal actually depend upon its predictability? The closer they stuck to the established clichés of the genre - in appearance, sound and presentation - surely the greater the chance of success? They weren't really straying too far away from classic HM themes of sexual dominance, celebrations of hedonism, macho posing, apocalyptic rantings about the end of the world.

"All right," Elliott argued, "So there are clichés in what we do. At same time I could run through thousands of punk songs that are all about the same old punk clichés. There they are, singing 'I wanna be an anarchist, I don't wanna conform, I'm on the dole. I've got no money an' life's so hard…’  All that crap. So you get some heavy metal band singing about death and destruction, astral trips t'moon an all that. But we haven't got songs about death and destruction… wi't exception of 'When The Walls Come Tumblin' Down'. That's the only one. Most of our songs are more poppy than anything else.” 

"If you listen to 'Walls’" Clark said, "you'll realise that it don't revive all those things about death and destruction that you had in '69. It's lookin' forward.We wrote tha’ songs perhaps a year before all this crap came around in Iran and Afghanistan. If you listen to the words: 'All the people came together in fear of the end…’" 

Yes?

"Well, it means something." Clark insists. "It's a prediction. It's not going back over that old Black Sabbath shit.”

"It's in the future tense," Elliott added, trying, presumably, to be enlightening. "If you ever get the chance to read t'words when album comes out, you'll see that they explain exactly what would happen if there's a massive atomic war. If there is ever an atomic war, I reckon that 90 per cent of those lyrics will prove to be accurate about what'll happen." He paused for a moment, considering this.

"Give or take the odd thing," he said at length. "Like the women bein' 'captured an' chained"."

"That's a cliché," Clark said, farting wetly. 

"Maybe," said Elliott. "But the bit about 'national suicide'... you will get a lot of people killing themselves. And, like - ‘America fell to the ground' - you're goin' t'get buildin's fallin' down, you're goin' t'get kids left crippled, whether it's wi' atomic rays or wha'ever."

"Whole cities fallin' down," re-peated Clark dreamily.

"A lot of it'll be like that. Of course," Elliott added modestly, "I'm not sayin' that I'm some kind of messiah who can see into the future."

“I’d like you to know that I haven't got one Black Sabbath album," Clark admitted suddenly, as if this had been haunting him since childhood.

I quickly asked Elliott what Def Leppard thought about the other bands with whom they've been associated in the vanguard of the new wave of heavy metal. I mention Japan and Girl.

“I don't think Japan are heavy metal," he said authoritatively. "I don't think Japan are anything near to heavy metal. Japan to me are a brilliant band. I've got 'Adolescent Sex' and I think it's a great album. But it's not heavy metal. The fastest song on it's a Barbra Streisand song, 'Don't Rain On My Parade".

"I've never heard Girl. I can't really comment on them. But to be honest, I don't think they've got a future. Their image is all wrong." 

Paragraph omitted. Starting back again with Joe...

"I've been in trouble before for sayin' that birds don't buy records. But I don't believe women buy as many records as blokes. An' I reckon they'll appeal more to birds. An' I don't think birds go to as many concerts or buy as many records. Of course, you've got your exceptions wi't Rollers where it were totally all birds. An' a lot of birds probably buy disco records. There are bound to be exceptions. But I think there's percentage of't lads that go to concerts”.

Elliott is convinced of Def Leppard's commercial success, though he admits it might not have been possible without the commercial breakthrough last year of both Judas Priest and UFO, I ask him why he thinks those bands finally found commercial success after years (15 between them) of unsuccessful stabs at the chart. 

"They got airplay for a start," he said. "They tried to be more commercial. They made better records. They made commercial records. They didn't try to do in the studio what they do onstage. They made really good heavy rock albums instead of average heavy rock albums."

"They realised," added Clark, "that people don't want to see Jimmy Page playin' a 20-minute guitar solo wi't violin bow. It's out now. At same time, you don't want to go t'see t'Damned who don’t play a guitar solo all night. They want summat in between. Summat between the Dooleys and Black Sabbath." 

“The fookin' Dooleys?" Elliott asked, utterly confused. "Wharra yer talkin' about now?" 

"We're the Dooleys wi' goolies," Clark attempted to explain. 

"Why do you keep bringing up the fookin' Dooleys?" Elliott demanded, still confused. "What 'ave we got ter do wi’t Dooleys?”

“We’re in't middle,” Clark struggled to clarify his statement. "People fed up wi’ bands shoutin’ about anarchy. There ‘as t’be a balance between bands like Rainbow, bands wi' ripped knees in't jeans and Genesis. An' I think the balance is us. We can play but we can still roar.”

Elliott looked at Clark, looked at me, looked confused. I was going to ask Clark to elaborate upon this point, but I didn't. 

He'd fallen back upon the bed, unconscious.

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Second Chance

-Part 1

Fandom:Haikyuu

Pairings:Kageyama x Fem!reader

Genre:Fluff,Angst,Happy Ending

Warnings:None

Summary:karasunos first year setter-Tobio Kageyama, has nothing on his mind besides volleyball,or at least he thinks so;but things change when he runs into you,his secret admirer,who has been having a thing for him since middle school.

Word Count:575

A/n:this shit is not proofread,and English isn't my main language so sorry if theres any mistakes in the following text.

my first fic on tumblr! here we go :D

MasterList ⇝ Part2

"I...like you"

The young girl confessed,putting a small,shy smile on her face while staring at her classmate's dark blue eyes.She never thought this moment would come.She never thought she would find the courage to make a move on the most famous first year in the school.She had no idea how she ended up here,in front of Kitagawa Daiichi's gym,to tell her crush that she's into him,but she did,and that was all that mattered.

She never expected him to say yes.She never expected him to even listen to her either,but...here he was,looking directly into her eyes. And this was nice,but it could have been better if the look in his eyes was something else.

Something that wouldn't give away what he was about to say next.

"Im sorry...im not interested in dating"

She never expected him to say yes...

Yet it still hurt her,and the boy did notice it.Not that he did anything to make it less hurtfull,though.

That was the only interaction between Kageyama and you. You weren't in the same class,nor you were in the same club.He didn't even know your name properly,so he didn't really care about what effect his answer had on you.Nobody could ever blame him,because they all knew that he only had eyes for volleyball;besides,

How could he start a relationship with some random girl he barely knew,who just happened to be in the same school as him?

Though it did concern him a little when the daily milk bottle that magicly appeared in his locker was gone since that day till the end of the year,and that was when he realised that it was you who used to get him a milk and a cheering note,which made him feel better a bit.

Not that he was in short of money for buying milk-no,it just that...

It made him feel good knowing that someone cares about him beside himself.

After a short amount of time,he slowly forgot about you,and the notes you left for him,telling him how well he's doing and how he should make some time for himself.He forgot about the feeling of being loved and being cared for,

And maybe that was the reason why he got so distant with his teammates and lost the ability of trust.

He never really thought about you after that day,but he kinda missed the warm feeling he used to feel in his chest when he was reading your notes.

And he never thought that he would see you again in such a stupid way.

He was late for his damn Literature class and he was running like he was some starivng cheetah following his prey,but instead of the prey, he crashed into you,

And suddenly the face he never really looked at became the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Your hair was a bit longer than before,and you weren't trying to avoid his gaze or panic around him,like you used to do back in junior high.Your eyes were shining from the accident and You looked...

Strong,and badass.

"Oh,Kageyama-kun?what are you doing here?"

He shaked his head after remaining silent for a few seconds,and tried not to lose his cool againts a girl that meant nothing to him "I'm...attending this school"

"Really?I didn't know that! Thought you might wanna go to a powerhouse school like Shiratorizawa!" You answered,while putting a cocky smile on your face,noticing the shock he was going through.

"Yeah...They turend me down"

"Well...sorry...anyway,it was nice meeting you again,but i gotta go now! Bye!"

You got up and waved your hand at him while you were running towards your class,feeling a slight bit of pain in your chest because of the lie you had just told him.

Not about being sorry for him,

but about the part where you didnt know he was in Karasuno.

To Be Continued...



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